A/N: Hehe the newest Somerhalder is here:) hope you enjoy! Oh and I'm dropping major hints of what is to come later on so try and figure it out.

Chapter 13: Bittersweet

Point of View: Ian Somerhalder January 3, 2013

I lay in bed staring at the most stunning being to ever walk the earth it's as if the sun is radiating through her giving off a beautiful glow. Her long dark brown eyelashes fan out occasionally flickering. This is what I have wanted; this is what I have worked for what I dreamed of, to be here with my wife. I've never been happier with myself knowing that everything is right maybe not outside these four walls but I could care less right now. I laugh at myself remembering how we started how I said some cheesy pickup line in my Damon zone to the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

We've had some crazy ups and downs most of them my fault but we are finally back together on the straight and narrow. Pulling me back to reality was the little foot that presses against Tiara's stomach. I run my thumb over the outline the closest I can get to my son before he is in my arms. Just to think that I almost gave this all up makes me feel like an even bigger dumbass.

"What has you in such deep thought handsome?"

I smile when my favorite pair of brown eyes find mine, "Good morning sleepy head. I was just thinking about our son's grand arrival."

"Mhm sure whatever," Tiara narrows her eyes at me before breaking out into a smile. "I like waking up to you."

"I love waking up to you."

"I'm sure you'll be happier when a month and a half passes after your son is here."

"I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not looking forward to exploring your body and burying myself deep inside you for hours and hours."

I smile seeing an image form in Tiara's mind as her lips slightly part, "You can't say that when I'm horny all the time and you looking all… you and shirtless." She sighs looking my body up and down letting the mental image consume her.

"Are you checking me out Mrs. Somerhalder?"

"Uh no obviously not." She bites her lip still not looking me in the eye.

I roll out of bed, "C'mon time to get our asses out of bed."

"No I want to eye fuck you some more."

I help her stand up smiling out how her hands gravitate to her bump almost instantly, "I'm sure you would have more fun in the shower with me."

"Oh you're funny you're not seeing me naked until my body is back to being an hourglass."

"If you say so babe," I kiss my beautiful wife before heading into the bathroom I still am not used to but enjoy nonetheless.

Once I'm in the shower I hear the door open, "This isn't fair."

"I offered but you turned me down there's even a bench in here it's like a mini room we could put it to use."

"Trust me once I have the green light you won't be able to peel me off of you."

I can't help but laugh, "I look forward to the day gorgeous."

Point of View: Tiara Somerhalder

I sit on the couch all alone avoiding the urge to jump in the shower with a very tempting naked Ian. After a little bit I hear him talking but not enough to make out what he is saying but of course he walks in the living room and paces around. I roll my eyes hearing him double and triple check the details of March. Once off the phone Ian takes a deep breath running his fingers through his hair.

"My dear husband you need to sit down there's nothing more that you can do. You've probably talked to every person at Swedish everything will be fine. You need to park that nice ass of yours on this new couch and just wait for your son's arrival in three months."

"But I feel like there's so much that needs to be done."

"That's my job to worry hon you are so supposed to sit back and relax until I start screaming 'Fuck you' when our son makes his way through my uterus. Please sit down with me? We have to talk about the small details."

Ian finally plops down next to me, "Okay shoot."

"What do you think about me not having an epidural?"

"What? Oh, fuck that! No! I'm not going to sit there and watch you in pain if I don't have to! No!"

I roll my eyes, "Shouldn't it be mostly my decision?"

"I helped make that kid and as much as I love him it doesn't make it any better that he is causing you pain!"

"I have had nothing but trouble through this pregnancy it has been the worst time of my life. It will make the day that I hold him in my arms even more special because I have worked hard for it. I don't want to take the easy way out now by being numb from the waist down. As painful as it may be I want to know how it feels to give birth to I'm sure one of the most amazing people I will ever know."

A V forms between his eyebrows, "You promise to say something if it gets too much and you can still get an epidural?"

"Yes I promise."

"Fine as you wish."

I smile, "Thank you now breast feeding I don't know if I want to do that."

"Tiara those gorgeous breasts carry nutrients for Christian it's meant to be. That is how your fantastic body works it was made to carry a baby and provide it with food once you can hold it in your arms."

"I'll give it a shot only because I won the epidural fight. One more thing to discuss."

"Bring it on."

"If it ever comes down to choosing between me and Christian or future children pick them always."

"Tiara-"

"Let me finish. I've gotten to live my life and accomplish great things but they will have just come into the world. Putting my life before theirs is part of being a mother. I couldn't live with myself if I was alive at the cost of my child's life. I still feel guilty about the miscarriage I know it wasn't my fault but it wasn't fair for our little boy or girl to be a victim of a stupid situation we caused. Please promise me that if you had to make that decision you will choose our children not me."

"I just... I don't want to think about that."

"We have to though."

Ian sighs, "I'm a selfish bastard I can't think about losing you if you d-" He looks down his voice getting thick with emotion. "If you die I don't know what I will do. I can't look at a constant reminder of what happened to you before you were taken away from me."

"I know it will be hard but... How much do you love me?"

"More than anything in the world nothing can compare to the love I have for you."

"I hope that means you love me enough to let me go when you need to. I hope you love me enough to respect my only wish of letting me live through my children if I die. Think about all the good times we had when you have our child there instead of me."

Ian finally looks back up at me eyes glossy with unshed tears. "You promised not to leave me."

"I know and I won't at least not without a fight."

"I'll never leave you ever again we both know where that got us."

"I know you won't." I run my finger over his wedding band, "Everything will be fine we just have to be prepared if the worst was ever to come."

"I'll save our children over you if I need to but only if you promise me something."

"Anything you know that."

"If something were to ever happen to where I was taken away from you and our children I want them to know about me. I want them to know how much I love them and not be a figment of their imagination."

I don't even realize the tears rolling down my cheeks. I wipe them away, "Sorry I'm so sensitive. I promise you would never have to ask I would do it either way." I lay my head on Ian's shoulder as we both sit there in silence obviously thinking the same thing but not willing to confirm it.

"…Do think he is still watching just waiting for the right time to strike?"

"I don't know baby I don't know."

February 22, 2013

I'm so bored absolutely positively bored and miserable as hell! My back is killing me, I'm tired as can be, I literally feel as if I'm going to pop, and every two seconds I'm peeing. Of course, Ian is off being Christian Grey doing a late shooting leaving me almost all alone at eleven at night.

I get off my huge ass somehow and waddle to my favorite room, the kitchen. I have no clue what I want but once I spot the Stove Top turkey stuffing and Lays pickle chips I practically start drooling. I've had the weirdest cravings but after Thanksgiving dinner, I didn't want it to end so that became my weirdest craving.

My phone goes off and I answer without looking at who it is. "Hello?"

"How's Christian doing?"

"Wow thanks Cheynne I'm fine too he's fine giving his mother hell."

"Someone is grumpy."

"Wouldn't you be fucking grumpy if you can't stop stuffing your face, your back hurts, you're out of breath, your stomach is always itching, and you can't manage to walk without looking like a big ass penguin?"

"Gosh no need to bite my head off! Let me guess Ian isn't there that's why I'm hearing the constant crunch of chips in my ear."

"You called me remember? I was perfectly content with my stuffing and chips no one asked you to disturb my fat kid bliss!"

"Do you always get this grumpy with Ian?"

"No because I'm too busy salivating over him and thinking about all the hours of rough sex I'm going to get because I damn well deserve it and if he has something to say about it I'll rip his dick off and we both will be unhappy."

"Wow okay well the crew says hi Louisiana has been boring without you guys. Cody says Joe is doing a good job and that he can't wait to see his pretty much nephew."

My bitchy mood dissolves a tad knowing that the rest of world is rooting for me too. "That's nice to hear I love Seattle but I'm a southern girl I miss Louisiana a tad. If I could take this house with me I would be good to go."

"How long are you going to be staying there?"

"Uh maybe a month after Christian is here but that is up to the movie being done or not." I get up needing to pee again making my way down the hall.

"I need to relieve my jellybean sized bladder this is so annoying! Christian Trevelyan Somerhalder when are you going to come on out?"

Cheynne laughs at me talking as if I will get a response. "He is cozy right now leave my… nephew alone yup he's practically my nephew."

I rub my stomach feeling some strong contractions but brush it off as Braxton Hicks. "Well your nephew needs to hurry u-" I finally reach the bathroom but stop at the sink when I feel all the pressure dissolve. All of a sudden, I hear a little pop and Niagara Falls spills out from between my legs.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit no! Fuck!" I take slow deep breaths trying to avoid hyperventilating as Cheynne yells through the phone.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"Um I have to go." I hang up slowly gathering my thoughts, "Vincent!" I yell at the top of my lungs thankful that Ian insisted he stays around when he is away shooting.

I hear his footsteps as if he is running, "Oh wow u-"

"You need to be calm so I can be calm now let's get to the car."

I squeeze his hand for dear life taking slow deep breaths before I completely freak out. Vincent picks up the conveniently placed bags and continues to help me out the door.

"Have you called Ian yet?"

"Oh fuck me! I don't even know where he is right now and traffic could be bad and I might be all alone and he might miss the birth of his first child and how could I be so stupid to not call already!"

"It's alright call him when we get in the car and I'll call the hospital so they know we are coming."

I nod as he helps me into the back of my SRX. I fumble with my phone a couple times but finally manage to call Ian, "This is Danielle Mrs. Somerhalder."

"You tell my husband that my water broke and that I'm on my way to Swedish."

"Wow! Okay I'm going now."

I hang up but clench my phone trying to remain calm until all the bad thoughts enter my mind. "It's too soon something's wrong he's too soon."

"Don't think like that everything will be fine premature babies are perfectly fine all the time." Vincent says speeding down Lacy V. Murrow Memorial Bridge. We finally arrive at the hospital right as I'm in the middle of a terrible contraction and trying to stand up doesn't help.

"How far along are you Mrs. Somerhalder?" A random nurse asks pushing me inside once I'm in the wheelchair.

"Thirty-five weeks there's something wrong isn't there?" I ask feeling tears coming to the surface.

"We don't know yet but don't worry you need to stay calm for the baby. How far apart are your contractions?"

"Um fifteen minutes maybe but they hurt like hell."

"I'm sorry to tell you this but it's going to be a long night Mrs. Somerhalder."

I groan as I arrive to my temporary home for the next couple of days most likely. The mini clan of nurses help me change and get in the bed moving around to get me situated with IVs and bracelets.

Another young red head woman comes in, "I'm Dr. Allison Clayton tell me what's going on."

"My water broke, I'm having bad contractions getting closer together, and all I want to do right now is cry."

"From your sheet of symptoms you were having earlier sounds like you are further along so you're probably thirty eight weeks which puts you in that safe zone. We're going to monitor the baby's movements and heartbeat as well to make sure everything is okay."

"How long until I'm pushing?"

"You're only in the first stage of labor which means you have five to twelve hours maybe even more."

I feel myself breathing faster, "Where's my husband?" They all look around at each other, "Where the fuck is my damn husband?" I yell getting more pissed off by the second.

"The man outside said he hasn't heard anything," A blonde nurse answers.

"I want my phone someone please get me my phone then leave." I get out in the midst of a killer contraction. Dr. Clayton rubs my arm up and down trying to keep me calm and the only reason I don't demand for her to leave is that my son needs her.

Once I have my phone, I dial Ian and it goes straight to voicemail. "Oh no he fucking didn't!" I dial again and get the same result. I feel my emotions boiling over and I throw my phone at the wall.

Dr. Clayton worriedly looks at the monitors, "You need to calm down Tiara your blood pressure is going up and we don't want to stress the baby out."

"Calm down? My fucking husband has disappeared and I have no damn clue where in the hell he is! You want to tell me to calm down when the one I need is nowhere to be found? I need to calm the fuck down? Are you serious?" My voice climbs up several octaves getting louder and louder.

"You need to calm down for the sake of your child so that you don't kill the both of you. Now breathe I need you to breathe for the love of God just breathe and I promise we will find your husband."

I'm sure I kill her with looks but say nothing as I follow her instructions, "I'll be right back someone has to know something by now yell if you need anything." She jumps up and jogs out the room knowing that my temper is very bad.

As another contraction rips through my painkiller free body, I turn on my side knowing that this kid is moving fast. Vincent runs in, Dr. Clayton following behind, and he takes my hand. I can tell he's about to tell me something bad especially when Dr. Clayton stares at the monitors.

"We found Ian."

"Then where is he!"

"He was going to call you to let you know that he probably wouldn't be coming home until the morning but that's when Danielle told him your water broke."

"Get on with the damn story!"

"Ian's phone is off because he's flying right now from Portland."

"Wait he's flying or he's on a flight?"

"Flying."

"Are you fucking kidding me? When did he get a pilot license?"

"Danielle said that he got it about a month or two before shooting."

Before I can start cussing Vincent out for no reason, another contraction hits and I groan squirming with pain. "How long until he is here?" I grit out.

"About an hour?"

I clench the sheets giving him such a lethal stare that he decides to leave the room. "Why are my contractions so close now? You told me that I had awhile!"

Dr. Clayton moves to the front of the bed and I know to open my legs, "You are only four centimeters dilated which is two more than you were before in only about thirty minutes. At maybe 12:15 you will be holding your little boy if you keep progressing and stay calm."

I roll my eyes at the last part then reality sets in Ian won't be here in time. "That can't happen I can't do this by myself."

She comes over to the side of the bed looking me directly in the eye, "You have carried this baby for nine months and you are going through this without medication you're strong you can do this. I might be wrong everything might slow down it depends on your body. Even if your husband isn't here in time we will get through this together."

I only nod with my vision getting blurry from unshed tears feeling as if I've been abandoned. I remember the last time I was hoping Ian would walk through the door and I ended up having a miscarriage. I can't handle all the worst possibilities running wild in my head and the only one who can keep me sane is thousands of feet in the air.

After another twenty minutes of constant contractions, I can't take it anymore and the tears start to spill over. "I need Ian I can't do this without him here," I sob worrying Dr. Clayton.

"He will be here any second I know he will."

She runs out the room quick returning in what seems like only a second with nurses. She looks in between my legs again then looks up at the nurses who leave then return with various things. I shake my head crying more.

"Tiara you need to stay strong it's almost over."

"No I'm not pushing until my husband walks through that door I can't do this without him he can't miss this!"

"We can't wait for him you're fully dilated."

"Oh like hell we can't!" Everyone turns their head to the door hearing a commotion outside then not even a second later my grey-eyed copper haired husband runs in looking frazzled as ever.

"I'm sorry baby I'm so sorry I tried to get here as fast as I could." Ian kisses my forehead and grabs my hand.

"Next contraction you feel I want you to push for me until I say so okay?" Dr. Clayton says and right on cue, I feel one coming.

"Oh fuck," I groan beginning to push having a death grip on Ian's hand.

"Now relax for me."

I huff, "I hate you so much right now," I direct to my husband whose body is not splitting in half.

"I love you too Tiara."

"It's starting again," I groan.

"Give me a big push breathe through it," Dr. Clayton says completely in her zone.

I do as I'm told wanting to stop already and fall into a welcomed sleep as my strength deteriorates.

"Relax you're doing so good next time give a strong push and you will be seeing your son."

"I'm so tired and I feel like a fat sweaty pig," I whine even annoying myself.

"You couldn't look any more beautiful if you tried baby doll."

I'm too tired to even give a little smile. All too soon, pain is coming back and I'm pushing again.

"It's almost over sweetheart I can see him," Ian says smiling down at a site that I'm blind to.

I finally get to stop once a cry fills the room, "Say hello to your little boy." The floodgates are obliterated when I'm looking down at the most perfect little being I've ever seen. The nurses wipe some of the blood off but I honestly don't care feeling his warm little body against my chest.

"Hey there Christian it's mommy you're so beautiful."

I look up to see tears rolling down Ian's face, "He's absolutely perfect."

"Ready to cut dad?"

He nods obviously overwhelmed with emotions as he cuts the umbilical cord. I force my eyes to stay open as the nurses do whatever they do to my little boy prolonging him getting back into my arms. Ian walks over to get him once their done and smiles big truly looking like a proud papa as he holds Christian in his arms. He strokes his little hand with his thumb as his son squeezes his pointer finger while he walks over to me.

"Hey little man it's daddy."

I run my fingers over his full head of copper hair a complete carbon copy of his father. I almost die of cuteness overload when Ian kisses his forehead causing Christian to scrunch his little button nose up.

"C'mon bud open those eyes up we want to see you." As if he can understand him, Christian squeezes his eyes closed tighter then opens them and takes our breath away. Light blue eyes with dark edges explore the two faces that they find.

Ian and I sit there staring back at our gorgeous son but with his father, he had no choice but to be handsome. Christian's little pink pouty lips open up to release a yawn making me giggle at his adorableness.

"We did a pretty good job Mrs. Somerhalder."

"That is all you Mr. Somerhalder I just carried him."

Ian looks up at me smiling, "Thank you."

I kiss him, "I love you and you too my little prince."

"I love you both so much."

I finally got to sleep reluctantly after getting rid of the afterbirth. I have no clue how long I've been asleep but it must've not been long since the sun is still not out.

"We need to stick together and remember if mommy doesn't give you what you want you just poke your little lip out and give her the puppy eyes she's a sucker for them. You're going to have the ladies lined up around the block and you have the smirk mastered so you're ahead of the game Christian. Family comes first before anything and one day you might have to take over for me and be the man of the house. Your mom might look tough but sometimes she is going to need you."

Tears gradually fall down my cheeks hearing Ian have a heart to heart with his son already. I flip over slowly and see him holding Christian sitting in the rocking chair.

"Well there's mommy little man." Ian gets up and gently puts his twin into my arms.

"Has daddy been keeping you up?"

"No I haven't he wanted to spend some time with his old man but I think he's hungry. I'm supposed to tell Dr. Clayton when you're awake I'll be back." He kisses me and his son then walks out the room.

"Hmm let's see if you're hungry sweetheart." I open my gown revealing the watermelons I have on my chest. Within seconds, Christian is latched and drinking contently in his own little world looking up at me with those hypnotizing blue eyes.

I look up just as Ian walks back in, followed by Dr. Clayton, and stops in his tracks staring at me. "Gosh you look so beautiful."

I bite my lip to contain my giggling but I'm sure my blushing gives my thoughts away.

"I see you got the hang of it how are you feeling?" Dr. Clayton asks while checking various things.

"I'm fine really tired but fine," I answer staring down at my little angel.

"We are going to keep you until this afternoon and depending on how you are we might let you go home. No tearing so I think everything will fall back into place nicely."

"Sounds good thank you." I look up finally to see her give me a nod and smile then shake Ian's hand before leaving.

"I can't wrap my head around the fact that he's here and how… perfect you both look."

"Neither can I. He looks just like you."

"It's scary how much he looks like me when I was a baby."

"Christian is more adorable than you," I say with a smile.

"Are you already pushing me to the side Mrs. Somerhalder?"

"Yup I'll need you in a couple weeks though Mr. Somerhalder."

"Mmm and I can't wait," Ian kisses me taking his sweet time pulling away driving me insane.

I look back down at my son and the happiness slips away as I think about something, "He's coming back I know he will and it will be way worse than before."

"Baby don't think like that everything will be okay I'll protect you, both of you."

Somewhere inside I believed Ian but there was no doubt that Dylan was coming back to finish what he started but this time my son is at risk.

Point of View: Dylan Beckford

I start packing having to get back to the goal at hand, making Tiara mine. That asshole can put his name on her and make her his human incubator but I would have her in a way that he never could. I stop for a moment debating if what we have planned is the right thing if it is too much but in reality, it was perfect. Tiara couldn't hate me she couldn't push me away she would have to embrace me and find some place in her heart to care about me and be thankful what I will do.

"C'mon lover boy we don't have all day."

"I don't care if we have been together for years I brought you into this and I will take you out."

"Oh I would love to see that day come. You wouldn't know half of the things you do without me plus I'm your sister."

I ignore Lacy as I pick up my bags and walk towards the door, "You're not my sister you're a sick twisted bitch with some crazy infatuation for their cousin."

"My true brother will be happy to see me and for my cousin… I'll be the best babysitter ever Aunt Lacy has a ring to it. Now let's go Louisiana is waiting for us."

Thank you for reading this far it has a been a very long journey. This is the end for Tian so far but don't worry I will start posting the very last story in a couple months probably after the first week of June since I'm going to be very busy. I will continue posting Nothing More and there will be a spin off with Tian and a new couple Ciara (hehe you will never guess the guy but the girl is very obvious). Leave a review please and thank you give me your input on what you would like to see in the last story but fair warning now it will be even more drama than before. Thank you so much for reading and hopefully you will enjoy my other Ian/FSOG inspired stories until A Different Beginning, the fourth and last story of the Through Life Series, is up. I will post a preview of both stories when I get them situated goodbye for now!

~LexiTiara