A/N: Aww thank you guys for your reviews! I'm really sorry about the shortness of the last chapter, maybe this one, idk lol. I'm just exhausted, so I apologize for the shortness, but hey at least it something, right? Anyhoo this chapter is Emily's POV. Oh, are my quotes before each chapter making any sense? Cuz you know, their supposed to…. Lol sometimes I read them and I wonder if they make sense to me and not the reader…idk.. Im kinda crazy if you hadn't noticed…

"To hide the key to your heart is to risk forgetting where you placed it."

Timothy Childers

Emily paced back and forth biting her nails. Ian was getting on her last nerve. Thank god this bathroom was big enough to pace in. In lieu of a lock, she'd shoved a cushioned chair under the door handle, not that a little chair would stop Ian if he really wanted to get in. She looked again at the stick sitting on the counter. She had to wait 3 minutes and for the last 120 seconds she'd been pacing like a fiending crack addict. Getting this damn test had been the hardest part.

She'd had to BEGGGG Ian to let her walk by herself around the mall when they'd went the other day to go buy some tampons from the pharmacy. She didn't really need tampons as she hadn't had her period this month and likely wouldn't for another 9. She needed something else… Ian had reluctantly handed over his credit card with a warning not to do anything stupid. She just smiled and kissed his cheek before leaving the food court table they'd been sitting at, waiting for Declan to finish his McNuggets.

She'd sprinted practically down the hall to the pharmacy which was thankfully, packed. She grabbed a box of tampons and skillfully opened the lid, without anyone noticing. Putting her finger over the lid to keep it shut she walked to the other aisle and found the baby busting kits. AKA home pregnancy tests. Grabbing the nearest one she opened one grabbed the pee stick, slid it out and inconspicuously slipped it into the tampon box. She then subtlely put the box into her giant Louis Vuitton. AS she pretended to read the directions on the back of the home test box, she put it back on the shelf and meandered her way out of the store without attracting any attention. Thank god her espionage days came in handy for something.

She'd returned to the table handing Ian back his credit card, that she hadn't even needed. Before they left Ian asked where they were, she showed him the box, explaining she'd already taken one out to use. He'd given her this strange look that she had no idea what to make of…

Emily looked back down at the counter. And her heart stopped beating. She was totally, full on, six feet under, dead on…pregnant. PREGNANT. She sank to the floor, gasping a little, feeling like she got the wind knocked out of her. She was so upset she couldn't even breathe, she felt like crying, yet not a tear would fall.

"Emily are you in there?"

She jumped. She knew he would come looking for her after she'd suddenly asked to be excused from the dinner table. They'd been eating salmon and the smell had made her want to vomit. Through her eyeballs. Gross. She'd been trying to act as if nothing was wrong with her, but she could feel herself slipping at times. Times when her hormones got the better of her, or her sense of smell made even the most mellow of aroma's made her throw up. She'd actually thrown up in front of him and Declan the other day after they'd walked into the stable to visit the horses. The smell had been so overwhelming she'd took off running to the edge of the barn door and puked. Ian had seen and insisted she lie down and rest for the remainder of the day. That had been fine with her. All she wanted to do was sleep these days.

"Emily? What's going on in there?" Ian asked, knocking again.

"I'm fine Ian. Go away." She said looking desperately around her for a place to stash the unyielding stick of insanity that sat on the marble counter.

"Emily, whats going on? Are you alright?" Ian asked starting to turn the door knob. Quickly Emily grabbed the stick and threw it into the cupboard under the sink behind the toilet paper rolls.

"Ian I said I'm fine!" She said, breathing heavily. She felt like she was going to be sick again. God, could he never listen to her?

"Emily, open this door."

"Ian please, - I –I need to just shower ok? I don't—I Don't feel well." She stammered frantically. She turned on the shower head hoping that would reinforce her said plan. She was glad she had though, because the next minute she was bent over the toilet vomiting all of her food from the day, or what was left of it anyways… She was hoping the sound of the shower had covered the sound of her retching.

"Emily? Emily?" Ian yelled.

Nope. Shower hadn't worked. Damn it.

Boom! The door came bursting open, chair knocked over in front of it. She was in trouble now. Shit SHIT SHIT.

Ian came bursting in the bathroom, a pissed off and worried look on this face. While, there she was sitting next to the toilet, pale and dehydrated.

"Emily what are you doing?" Ian said loudly.

"I'm fine, just had some bad clam chowder for lunch." She said hugging the toilet.

"Emily you didn't eat clam chowder for lunch." Ian said towering over her, still shouting.

"Ian I-"

"Why don't you just tell me Emily?"

"Tell you what?" She said, starting to panic. How did he know! How could he not know? A voice in her head said sarcastically.

"Dammit Emily, enough with the lies!" He yelled, throwing a box of Kleenex across the room. She flinched instinctively, even though he hadn't actually thrown them at her. She leaned her head on the toilet seat exhausted. Still she remained silent.

Ian knealt down in front of her grabbing her chin and looking her in the eyes. He knows. She thought miserably.

"Emily." He said firmly.

She looked back at him, and said nothing. She refused to say it out loud. Because once she did, it was true. She pursed her lips together and avoided his icy gaze.

He sighed in disgust and roughly let go of her face before he put his fist through the wide bathroom mirror, yelling in rage and stomping from the bathroom, slamming the broken door behind him.

Emily cried out as shattered glass fell all over the floor. She stayed huddled to her spot next to the toilet, and finally began to cry. Why couldn't she have just told him? Because admitting the truth was more scary than all of this.