A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for your reviews! Keep em coming! Haha yeahhhh I honestly don't know yet how or even if the team finds out about Ian…I have some ideas but who knows? Lol it was actually a spur of the moment decision to have them move back to DC, so we'll see ;) Lots more sex scenes to come as well so be on the lookout ;) also more Declan, I know you guys were asking about him a lot. Yes he WILL be back in a slightly more major role I promise. : ) OH I finished the music vid! Here's the link! Tell me what you think in the reviews! .com/watch?v=zPATE1ANyFQ

But fuck it now I'm 'bout to draw the line
And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb…

Eminem—"The Warning"

Emily yawned and stood up slowly. Her ankle was finally starting to heel, but on the downside her ankles were starting to swell, she had just turned 7 months pregnant and things around here were finally starting to take a turn for the normal. She, Ian and Declan had come to DC to look for houses. They had found a nice gated community, with semi-monstrous houses.

She rolled her eyes. She'd wanted just a nice 2 story home with just enough bedrooms for the four of them. She'd been vetoed. The houses weren't mansions on any level, but they were much larger than any house she would ever want to have to clean. She'd put her foot down on having any staff of any kind. No housekeepers, no nannys, no drivers. She wanted them to have a nice family life if this was the life she was coerced into living. She'd been struggling with that recognition ever since she'd been rescued by Ian. A part of her resented him, because if not for him, that would have never happened to her. But another part of her was relieved, he HAD come for her, even though she had doubted he would.

She no longer felt like Ian had kidnapped her, even though she had no delusions that he HAD. She just didn't feel the danger like she used to. Not that his temper still didn't need work, but other than restraining her during a few of their fights, he hadn't hit her since she'd come back. He threw stuff, broke things, but he had restrained himself from hurting her, which to her she considered personal growth…maybe.

She still hadn't told anyone she was back yet. Ian had given her her own cell phone, that came attached with a warning. Don't tell ANYONE, not yet. She'd been a little puzzled as to why, but she hadn't pushed the issue.

When they had finally picked a nice 3 story house with a finished basement, and in-ground pool and hot-tub, the task of moving had been a chore and a half. Ian had wanted to just buy all new things, but she had pointed out that until he got a new job, money wasn't disposable anymore. Buying everything new was entirely impractical. So SHE'D been designated the task of overseeing everything was shipped and organized the way she wanted it. She'd kicked her own ass for that because being pregnant and making countless arrangements for furniture, clothing, and electronics to be shipped from the middle east to Virginia was a terrible idea. She was grouchy with the movers, she yelled at people on the other end of the phone, and most importantly she was miserable. She was growing by the minute meaning her clothes didn't fit right and standing for a long period of time was painful. She wasn't even supposed to be up out of bed, but she felt fine so she pushed the limit as often as she could get away with it.

Declan had started school back up almost the day after they'd bought the house. He wanted to go to the same school as before, much to Ian's protests. He wanted Declan to go the private Catholic school in the same district. Declan had thrown an absolute nightmarish temper tantrum, obviously inherited from his father. He'd smashed his xbox controller with his foot, then kicked it into the wall. She'd had to step in between the two of them, because she could see Ian's temper rising to a dangerous level, as Declan yelled and screamed and slammed doors. She'd grabbed onto Ian's arms pushing him backwards out of the room. "Just let him throw a fit. Kids do it all the time!" She'd tried reasoning. Ian's eyes looked furious. He'd gone on a rant about no child of his would ever disrespect an adult like that again. Declan had since then been grounded, all the games, tv, systems, radio, iPod everything was taken out of his room. He was furious. He gave both Ian and her the silent treatment for a week before he got over it.

Emily walked down the hallway to the wrought iron spiral staircase that led down into the kitchen. Ian had gone into the city to meet with an investment banker he knew well and trusted with his money. Ian was a certified billionaire to put it bluntly, so there had to be an explanation from where all of this money came from. He also had some major import and export business left to him by his "father" back in Ireland. Or at least that's what people were to believe. They were due to go car shopping this afternoon. Ian had arranged for them to go look at two matching Mercedes S-Guards or Mercedes Guardians as they were more commonly called. Those cars had probably cost more than their house, but they were absolutely attack resistant. They had the capability to withstand military-grade small arms fire and certain explosive devices, a self-sealing fuel tank, and a special alarm system, not to mention the run-flat tires. Ian felt these were the safest cars for them considering his previous profession, but Ian was also paranoid…

Knowing Ian he'd probably already bought the stupid cars but was just prolonging the foreplay by letting her THINK she actually had a choice in the matter. She sighed anyways, slipping on her sandals.

She hollered up the stairs for Declan to come down because the cab was there to take them to meet Ian at the dealer.

Once they reached the lot it took them no more than an hour, because as she'd predicted he'd came, he saw, he bought… Typical. As he handed her the key he said, "Happy Birthday, Love," she'd looked at him in shock. How had he remembered her birthday? How come she hadn't remembered her birthday?

"Thank you, Ian." She said slowly, still staring at him strangely.

"What's wrong, Em?" He said concernedly as he noticed her odd expression. "If you don't like it we can pick out another car…" He said still holding the key in front of her.

"No, No… The car is wonderful," she said, which it was exquisite, "I—I just forgot my own birthday…" She said very quietly. It was weird. She normally loved birthdays, but she felt nothing today. She felt just like any other day. "How did you remember?" She asked incredulously.

"Emily, I've loved you nearly since the day I met you 8 years ago. I spent 7 years in a North Korean prison thinking about my son, and you… You don't think I memorized every little detail about you down to your favorite brand of mascara?" He said in a low voice chuckling.

"My favorite what?" She asked, laughing. "You cannot possibly know that…"

"L'Oreal Lash Out Mascara," he said smugly crossing his arms.

"Get outta here. It is not." She said scoffing. How the fuck did he know that?

"Yes it is, you put it on at least 3 times a day and you have 3 tubes in the bathroom, one in the downstairs bathroom, and one in your purse." He said smirking, looking like the smartass he was. She grabbed the key out of his hand, rolling her eyes at him. "Fine, what else are we doing since it my birthday." She asked feigning seriousness.

"Well, I was thinking we could drive to dinner, then you need to get your tiny ass back into bed, and off your feet."

"I was in bed all day!" She whined.

"Emily…" He said warningly like he always did when he said her name like that.

"Why do always have to say my name like that?" she pouted.

"Well maybe after we have a lovely dinner, get you back into bed, then maybe I can give you your other present." He said seriously.

"Well why can't you give it to me at dinner?" She asked.

"Emily, I know you have a crazy side to you, but I doubt you want to show everyone at the restaurant this particular present," he said winking before walking away getting in his car. She stood there dumbfounded. He always had the last word…Damn Bastard.