Ian Doyle's villa: August 28, 2004

Emily woke up, wrapped in Ian's arms, looking out the window she silently noted that it was early morning, not much after six. She laid her head back on Ian's chest before noticing they were both still in their clothes from the prior day, making her realize what had happened. She had fallen asleep sometime during the movie and Ian carried her to bed, and instead of him changing, he just laid next to her, or maybe subconsciously she wouldn't release him and he was forced to sleep in his clothes, by the way her hand felt she'd guess the second, she had done that before; grabbed part of his shirt and not release it until morning. She wiped her hand on her pant leg and began to feel nauseous, she swallows it back as best she could so Ian wouldn't suspect anything in case she woke him. She slowly untangled herself from him and got out of bed.

"Where you going, love?" Ian asked, half dazed and sleepy.

"Bathroom." Emily whispered, scared she was going to vomit if she talked much louder, she tip-toed to the bathroom and closed the door before starting to vomit. She silently thanked God for letting her make it to the toilet. After she finished she flushed the toilet and went to the faucet, she turned it on as she looked at herself in the mirror. She brushed her teeth before going back to Ian's room and laying next to him.

Ian pulled her close to him the second she sat on the bed, she didn't even have time to lay down, but it didn't bug her much, she loved being close to him, loved being his.

Emily smiled and closed her eyes as her head rested on Ian's chest, she fell back to sleep after only a few minutes and didn't wake for at least another hour or two. She slowly sat up in bed.

"Morning, Love." Ian said softly, sitting up he wrapped his arms around her abdomen from behind her and kissed her neck.

Emily leaned into him, feeling the warm and safe feeling she always felt when Ian had his arms around her, "Morning." She said softly, not wanting to break the quiet calmness.

"You missed the movie." Ian said softly, carefully pulling her onto his lap.

"I realized." Emily let out a soft chuckle.

"You and Declan must've had fun yesterday because I ended up watching most of the movie alone." Ian smiled softly as he looked her in the eyes.

"Really?" Emily asked quietly.

Ian nodded, "Really."

Emily sighed softly.

"Is something wrong?" Ian asked softly, he seemed concerned about her.

"No, why?" Emily asked, frowning slightly.

"Last night you kept mumbling, and today you woke up early, and now you're sighing." Ian said softly, he raised his brows, "What aren't you telling me, Love?"

Emily knew then that she would have to tell him, and she couldn't help but smile, "Hold onto that thought." She said softly and started to get up, when Ian kept his arms around her she looked at him, "Just give me one moment, I'll tell you in a minute, I need to get something from my purse…where ever I left it." She frowned as she thought.

"It's on the nightstand, love." Ian said softly, seeing her confusion and trying not to laugh at her.

Emily went over to her purse and pulled out an envelope before going back over to him and sitting on the bed, facing him and smiling, she couldn't help but smile.

"Whatever you aren't telling me is making you happy." Ian noted, raising only one brow now, he was intrigued by this secret of hers.

Emily looked at the envelope in her hands as she barely composed herself, she looked at him and everything about her said happy, "I'm pregnant." She said softly

Ian was shocked but soon enough he grinned, "Are you sure?" he asked softly

Emily nodded and handed him the envelope, "I wanted to know before I told you."

Ian opened the envelope and took out sonograms, smiling, "Wow." He breathed, he was happy, ecstatic was more like it. He loved Emily and was now convinced she loved him, telling him about the pregnancy when she could've had an abortion without telling him, "How far are you?" he asked softly.

Emily took a deep breath, "16 weeks." She said softly, smiling.

Ian smiled, "Wow."

"Want to know the gender or do you want to be surprised?" Emily asked as she laid on the bed next to him, grinning up at him

"You know?" Ian asked, "Tell me." He sounded like a kid wanting to know what he was getting for Christmas.

Emily smiled, "Well, she wasn't exactly being ladylike and flashed the doctor."

Ian smiled, "A girl?" he asked softly

Emily nodded, "Yeah, we're gonna have a daughter." She said softly as she hugged him tightly.

Ian hugged her back, careful not to hurt her, "Now we need to tell Declan."

"He already knows." Emily laughed

"Oh…so you tell the boy before me?" Ian asked, teasing her.