A/N: I swear you guys, I'm going to try and make chapters longer than this, because I'm actually disappointed in myself that they're not longer than they are, but this is what I've got for now. I've been promising this to a some people I love very much for days now, so I'm finally posting it. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4

Its True, I Believe In You

Lucy huffed a breath as she smoothed her hands down over her stomach. She'd had a relatively okay morning. She had only thrown up once, but she was still feeling a bit moody, and she wasn't quite sure if it was because of the events of the night before, or if it was because she was just feeling hormonal because of her baby.

It had all started when she'd gotten a call from Chris. She seemed to be getting a lot of those lately, but he seemed determined to piss her off lately. His twitter posts about her and Ian had dwindled a bit in the last two weeks, but they were still there, and it was pissing Ian off. She couldn't really hold it against him, either, because it upset her as well. She also knew from mutual friends that Chris had been saying bad things about the both of them and their unborn baby.

Lucy knew that Chris's comments were irritating Ian more than just for the fact that he was saying bad things about their baby. She knew it was upsetting him that Chris thought he had the right to say things about Lucy as well, but she didn't know what to do. She didn't want Ian to actually argue with the older man, because she was afraid it would come to blows, and she didn't want that to happen.

But if that hadn't been bad enough, they were both under the stress of what to do about living arrangements. Ian wanted her to move in, while Lucy was more skeptical about the entire situation. It wasn't that she didn't love Ian or didn't want to be with him. The fact that she was carrying his baby seemed to be evidence enough of that. But at the same time, she didn't want to jump headfirst into everything. She wanted to take her time with their relationship and go slow.

However, that was a bit of an issue, because they were spending every spare minute together. Lucy couldn't lie. She loved being with him. But at the same time, most couples had that spare time away from each other that was needed occasionally, and this fight was just proof of that, because she hadn't spoken to or heard from Ian since she'd left his apartment the night before.

It wasn't the fact that she wasn't willing to think about it or discuss the situation further, she just wasn't ready to jump.

"Luce, you ready?" She turned around and saw Holly standing there. She dropped her hands to her sides and nodded, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She didn't have a baby bump yet, or at least not one that was discernable.

"Yeah. Is Ian here yet?" Holly shrugged. "I thought I saw him come in, but it seems like he's having a bad morning. I heard a lot of yelling and something about spilt hot coffee."

Lucy shook her head and picked up her cup of starbucks off the table in her room. She followed Holly out of the room and walked closely behind her onto set. She was set to be filming with Holly, Chad, and Ian, but from what she could tell, Ian hadn't returned from his dressing room, and Chad wasn't even on set yet.

"Has anyone seen Ian?"

One of the directors walked past Lucy as she pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped her screen. Nope. No messages from Ian.

She sighed heavily and took a drink from her coffee.

"Lucy, can you go see if he's having issues? I know he just got covered in coffee," Marlene said as she walked around her.

Lucy sighed dramatically, but nodded anyway. It wasn't like they were going to be able to work well together the entire day if they were being pissy with each other. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and then walked across the set and headed down the hallway in the direction of Ian's dressing room.

As she approached it, her nerves started to kick in. She didn't know if he was still pissed at her, and she was slightly nervous that if he did start arguing with her, that they'd be airing all of their dirty laundry to the entire set. That was the last thing she wanted.

She exhaled a frustrated breath and then walked up to his door and knocked lightly before pushing the door open and popping her head in.

"Ian? You decent?" He looked up at her. He was in the process of wiping a cool cloth against a rather red spot on his chest. "Would it matter if I was? It's just you."

Lucy gave a small smirk and stepped inside the room. She closed it behind her and leaned back against it. "Are you still upset with me?"

Ian tossed the washcloth he was holding onto the table and reached down and grabbed the shirt he was supposed to wear for the day. For once, it was a simple casual shirt, which was a nice change from the usual button-down and tie.

"No," he finally said. "But we do have a lot of things that we need to figure out. I don't like not knowing where this is going?"

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked.

Ian slipped off the black sweatpants he'd come to work in and stepped into the jeans he'd been given from wardrobe. He buttoned and zipped them and then walked over to Lucy. He took the cup of coffee from her hands and settled it on the table next to them and then took both of her hands in his.

"I mean, I don't like being unsure of whether this is the same for you as it is for me. I know that this happened really fast and there's a lot of pressure on us, but I'm terrified that one day you're going to wake up and decide you don't want this anymore. And I'm afraid if we're not living together when that happens, I'm never gonna see our baby." Lucy shook her head and pulled her hands free from his. She moved her hands up and laced them around his neck. "That is never going to happen. There's just a lot going on right now that I'm not entirely ready for. I'd love to move in together if and when the time comes and it feels right. But right now, I feel like we would be rushing into things. And I know that sounds stupid because we're together almost every minute, but that's just the thing. We're together all the time. We need to have a place where we can get away from each other when we're angry with each other."

"So we'll look at three bedrooms instead of two bedrooms," Ian said. Lucy sighed and dropped her hands against his shoulders, looking down at the floor.

"Look," he said, lifting her chin up to make her look at him. "I know it's not the perfect solution, but I'm not sure right now that looking for one is going to help us find anything. We've had a lot put on our plate and I think right now we just need to keep processing it."

Lucy nodded again. "I know. But every minute we spend 'processing', is another minute that this baby is getting bigger and becoming more real. I'm already 11 weeks along. This baby is going to be here in less than seven months. He or she already has a heartbeat."

The corners of Ian's mouth started to pull up into a smile, and Lucy couldn't help but smile as well.

"I'm just scared," she admitted. "In a few months this isn't going to be able to be a secret anymore, and there are going to be a lot of questions, and we're so busy here, and we're going to be working when he or she is born." Ian leaned his head down and pecked her on the lips. "We'll get through it. And we'll talk about everything before doing anything. I'm sorry if I made you feel pressured." Lucy shook her head, wrapping her arms around him as she nuzzled her face in his chest. "I just don't want us to fight, because it feels so right. And how can it be wrong if it feels that way?" "It's not," Ian told her. "You just over think too much and then you feel too much because you've got too many hormones running through you." Lucy laughed and inhaled a deep breath. The smell of his cologne comforted her. She tilted her head up to look at him. "Thank you. For being here, I mean. Some guys…" Ian brushed his hand against her cheek, shaking his head. "I'm not some guys and I'd never do that to you. Took me almost three years just to make you mine as it is," he laughed.

-
Can you imagine at all
If we all could get along
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Lucy sunk into the comforts of Ian's bed later that night and rested her hands across her stomach. Turnaround had come at almost 2 AM, but she was too wired to get any sleep yet. She stared down at her stomach with the same curious frustration as she had that morning when she'd gotten to set. The closest thing she had to a baby bump was just the slightest rise on her abdomen, but she knew in a little more than a month, that was likely to change.

Ian walked into the room a moment later carrying several bags of fast food. Lucy had been starving when they left set, and had set him on a course of several stops to different fast food restaurants as well as Walmart because she was also craving powdered doughnuts.

"Is this what I can expect for the next eight months," he teased as she sat up. "Cause ten thousand dollar checks only go so far when you pay twelve hundred for rent."

Lucy laughed, taking one of the bags from him. She pulled out the bacon cheeseburger he'd ordered for her and pulled it out of the wrapper while Ian walked around the bed. He settled the other bags on the bed and then stripped off his shirt and kicked out of his jeans and then grabbed a pair of pajama pants from the floor and pulled them on. He pulled loose t-shirt over his head and then sat down on the bed and pulled the discarded bags further up the bed and pulled a box of fries out and began to munch on them.

They ate in relative silence, and then when Lucy felt sated, she settled the crumpled up bags on the floor and got off the bed. She slipped out of her skinny jeans and t-shirt and grabbed one of Ian's from the floor and pulled it on over her head.

She walked over to the bed and crawled back onto it and snuggled up against Ian. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her and tilted his head down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Why're you laughing at me?" Lucy asked. "You're my cuddle bug." "Oh no," Ian insisted laughingly. "I am not being called a cuddle bug, pookiebear. You can call future baby Harding a cuddle bug, but not me. People will think I'm…I don't know. Snuggly soft." Lucy giggled, snuggling closer to him. "But you are snuggly soft. And oh so gorgeous," she said as she trailed her fingers up his chest. Ian caught her fingers in his hand. A tight smirk formed across his face and Lucy's eyes grew wide.

"Oh god. Oh no, Ian, I'll puke on you," she said.

Too late. His hands were suddenly at her sides, squeezing in all the right places and Lucy was squirming in his arms, laughing so hard that it hurt to breathe.

"Okay okay okay!" She squealed. "I seriously am going to puke!" Ian laughed, loosening his grip on her. Lucy turned over on her back and scowled at him, though she was laughing as she did. He smiled down at her, resting up on his elbow as he stared down at her. He reached down and brushed her hair away from out of her eyes. And it was like that, that a giddy moment quickly turned serious. Lucy curled her fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him down to kiss her. She wrapped her free arm around his neck.

Ian brushed his nose against hers and looked her dead in the eyes. "I'm so in love you…"

Lucy pulled him down to her and Ian moved his hands up inside her shirt, pulling her body flush against his. Lucy moved her hands down to the hem of his shirt and began to tug on it. A few moments later, they parted as she pulled it over his head. Feeling adventurous, Lucy rolled on top of him and straddled his hips, pulling him up into a seated position. She wrapped one arm under his while her other hand dug into his hair.

Ian pushed her t-shirt up her body and Lucy leaned back from him, lifting her arms up above her head. They stared at each other for a brief moment before he pulled the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor by his own shirt.

Ian placed his hand on her cheek and then trailed it down to her collarbone, leaning forward and pressing his lips against the side of Lucy's neck. His mouth felt hot against her skin and it made her moan. She dug her fingers back into his hair, placing kisses along his collar bone.

"Oh, babe," she murmured. "I love you too, so much."

-
If you can't tell
I'm scared as hell
-

Lucy awoke the next morning and groaned as she pushed the covers off of her. It was barely eight AM, but her bladder yelling at her to wake up, and her limbs were uncomfortably tangled between Ians. She tried her best to be quiet as she slowly untangled her legs from his and slipped out from under the comforting grasp of his arm before she moved off the bed and grabbed a t-shirt from the floor. She tiptoed out of the bedroom into the bathroom and then closed the door behind her and tiptoed across the cold floor to the toilet.

A few moments later, when she'd relieved her bladder, she stood and washed her hands, and then looked at herself in the mirror. She was going to get so much crap at work.

She had bite marks on the side of her neck. She hadn't really taken any time to examine Ian when she woke up, but she was sure he wasn't completely unmarked either.

She brushed her hair out of her face and then walked out of the bathroom, back into Ian's bedroom. She discarded the t-shirt once she was back under the blankets. Ian's arms wrapped around her instinctively and he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck.

"Morning," he said groggily.

"Too early," Lucy said softly. She rolled over and curled up into his chest, resting her head on his arm. Ian brushed his fingers gently up and down her back for a few minutes and then sighed heavily.

"I'm awake now," he said.

Lucy laughed sadly. "Me too."

Ian sighed, stretching his arms and yawning. He looked down at Lucy a moment later. "When's your call time?" "Two. You?"

"Same," Ian murmured. He rubbed his eyes and then looked back at her. "I'm craving coffee bad. You want anything specific for breakfast?" "I'm craving Trix," Lucy said immediately.

"Sugar-loaded cereal," Ian replied. "Sounds good."

"I have to go home and check in Jack before I go in. We should probably sleep a bit more before we're due on set too. I doubt that it's going to be a quick work day."

Ian pushed himself up into a seated position, and Lucy followed, wrapping the blankets around her naked frame.

"Work," he chuckled. "What's that? Is there an app for that?" "I wish," Lucy giggled.

They got out of bed a few moments later, and Lucy headed into the shower while Ian got coffee brewing. When Lucy was finished in the shower, Ian took her place. She walked into his room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from her bag on his floor and pulled them on, and her 'I love Mr. Fitz' shirt before she walked back out into the kitchen. She quickly did her hair up into a loose braid and then walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk. Her stomach coiled at the smell of coffee, and every day that she felt that way, was another day she hoped it would soon end.

She quickly poured herself a bowl of cereal and then added the milk before parking herself at the counter and began to munch on it.

Ian walked out of the bathroom a few moments later wrapped in a towel. Lucy smirked at him as he passed through the room into his bedroom and changed. He came out a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of jeans and a one of his Carnegie-Mellon sweaters. He ran a hand through his wet hair and brushed his bangs off to the side of his head and then walked over to the counter and grabbed a mug. He poured himself a mug of coffee and then took a long drink from it before leaning against the counter.

Lucy pushed her empty bowl across the counter at him and wrinkled her nose, hoping and praying that she wasn't going to be sick.

"So I was thinking that I'd talk with Annie when I go home, and then I'll pick up Jack tonight and bring him over after work if that's alright?" Lucy asked.

Ian nodded. "Of course."

He grabbed a glass from the drying rack in the sink and filled it with water and then pushed it across the counter to her. Lucy wrapped her hands around it and looked up at him.

"I really want to seriously discuss this issue of living together because I know it is an issue for us, and even if it's small at the moment, it's going to get a lot bigger in the next few months." Lucy said.

Ian leaned down on the counter and settled his mug aside. He cupped both his hands around Lucy's and looked her in the eyes. "I stand by what I said yesterday. We don't have to live somewhere that we're sleeping in the same room. With our combined incomes, I'm sure we'll be able to manage something a little larger." "And what about Jack?" Lucy asked.

Ian shook his head at her. "You shouldn't even have to ask, Goose. Jack is welcome anywhere."

Lucy exhaled a sigh of relief. A conversation that could've potentially went terribly, had passed by easily. She picked up her glass of water and took a drink from it.

"All stressful conversations over for the day?" Ian asked.

Lucy nodded. "Yeah."