A/N: Thank you all so much for your reviews on this last chapter! I think it's the most a single chapter has gotten so far so I'm stoked! Anyways, to answer some questions: Yes Declan will be in more in the upcoming chapters. As for Emily being found, I have no idea yet. Because as of this moment she is n leave of absence so no one knows she is missing… There WILL be funnier aspects to their relationship, but I am trying to keep it as true to character (from the show) as I can. That being said Ian is considered a Parasitic? Psychopath, and they aren't really known for their good humor. LOL anyways onto the next chapter! Ian's POV.

"People are where they are because that is exactly where they really want to be, whether they will admit that or not."

Earl Nightingale

Ian stared at the tiny woman hiding in the corner by the toilet. He couldn't believe she was being so stubborn. She'd tried to hide this long enough. Why wouldn't she just tell him? He crouched down in front of her. He grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. She looked pale, dehydrated almost sickly. She wasn't eating hardly anything. She had sweat running off her in waves, her black bangs sticking to her forehead.

"Emily." He said firmly

She looked back at him weakly, averting her eyes. She knew he knew and the ruse was up. But still she said nothing. This is why she had made an excellent spy. Even in the face of any torture she would stand her ground and say nothing. Well this was not the time for that. All he wanted to do was help her. Hold her hair back for her, but she was in such denial she wouldn't let him in. Well that's just bloody fine. He thought bitterly before letting go of her face roughly.

He yelled in anger and frustration and put his knuckles through the wide rectangular mirror above the sinks. He heard her scream as the glass shattered around them before he stomped angrily from the steaming hot bathroom.

He growled in frustration. He'd been working so hard to control his temper. Make her trust him again. He'd been spending as much time with Declan as he could. He'd been trying to do everything right. He knew she was still upset that he was in the business that had brought them together in the first place, but what was he to do?

He poured himself a stiff glass of Jameson, wrapped a towel around his bleeding knuckles and went and sat on the balcony. Declan had gone to his room after dinner to play video games. Ian took a large gulp of his drink and looked out onto the ocean.

He was worried this was going to turn into another Chloe situation, ad he didn't want that for her. There had to be another way. He had to make her think that keeping this baby was her idea, instead of forcing her. He didn't think she would try to kill herself or have another abortion, but he wasn't sure she wanted it. She'd stated several times that she hadn't. After what had seemed like hours she emerged from the bathroom, he didn't even have to turn around, he knew she was lurking in the doorway watching him. He could tell she was opening her mouth and no sound was coming out. She wanted desperately to say something, but something was stopping her. She didn't want to be the first to admit what he already knew to be true.

"So when were you going to tell me, Love?" He said roughly, taking another sip from his large round glass.

She stuttered for a moment he could tell. She was trying to figure out what to say, how best to say it. Finally from behind him came her voice, quiet and unsteady.

"Ho-How long have you known?" She asked walking, around to sit on the end of the setee he was lounging on.

"A while." Was all he said in reply. He wanted to say as little as possible. He wanted this to be HER conversation.

"Oh… Ian I—I wanted to tell you, I well, I wasn't even sure until… until tonight. I'm just—Im just so scared Ian. What if I'm a horrible mother? What –What if it doesn't like me?" She said starting to cry. Ian looked at her in shock. He'd been expecting something about not wanting it to be his or having to do with this lifestyle, or to that effect. He took a final gulp of his whiskey before he set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him. He took a long look at her, staring at him with her big brown eyes, full of tears. And he could feel his anger subsiding slowly. She was an angel. Slowly he took her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his and cried and cried in his lap. He petted her hair and rubbed her back as she sobbed uncontrollably. He didn't say a word for a long time. He needed to hear that she was okay with having his child before he fully opened his heart. He didn't want to be hurt by her rejection of their child.

"Ian?" She sniffed

"Yes, Love?"

"Are you still mad at me?" She asked. He rolled his eyes, she always asked this question.

"No, Love, I'm not angry with you."

"You're not?" She sniffled wiping her nose.

"No… I'm just disappointed you wouldn't tell me." He said quietly.

"I'm sorry." She said, almost in a whisper. "I didn't know what to say…"

"Emily. Do you want to have this baby?" Ian asked slowly, preparing himself for a bone crushing rejection.

Silence.

He closed his eyes in pain. He knew thi—

"Yes."

His eyes flashed open, sure he had misheard.

"Pardon?" He asked.

"Yes…I want to have the baby…" She said breathing heavily, like she had run a full length marathon. She realized the commitment she was entering into. He hadn't even noticed he'd been holding them in, but he felt a lone tear escape the corner of his eye. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked almost ghostly in the moonlight, her black brown hair tousled all around her, but to Ian Doyle she'd never looked more beautiful.

He scooped her up in his arms and felt her wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her to their bed. He laid her down gently, before crawling on top of her. He moved the hair from beside her neck and left his kisses all up and down the side of it, before moving to her lips. Her lips were warm and inviting, opening her mouth to let their tongues twist together in passion. His hands found hers and they intertwined their fingers, as he pinned them above her head. She arched her back in wanting. Ian happily obliged, letting go of her hands, he moved down to her waist leaving kisses on her stomach caressing her milky white scar. Slowly and skillfully he took her pants off using his teeth before using his tongue to pleasure her, while her hands dug into his shoulders…

Soon she was begging him to have her and he did. He whispered her name in her ear as he came and he felt her legs tighten around his waist. He slid off of her and laid beside her wrapping his arms around her naked body. He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled against him. They fell asleep together just enjoying the moment. His hand rested on her bare stomach and the last thought he remembered before falling into a blissful sleep was our baby…