Chapter 8
Ian's POV
I awake by a sudden jolt which startles me, causing my eyes to shoot open in a panic.
"Ian guess what?" Lucy has a huge grin on her face, her eyes filled with excitement.
Releasing a huge sigh of relief that nothing was wrong I rest my hands on her hips to caress her smooth skin underneath the shirt of mine she is wearing. "What is it, Sweetheart?"
"I just got off the phone with my manager. She told me there is a children's fundraiser in a couple weeks that asked if I could perform at in New York. She also said if I do say yes she could plan a couple other interviews or something since I haven't done anything on the east coast in a few months now. Long story short we came up with having a concert for all my fans. Well that is if we do say yes to New York."
Fiddling nervously with her fingers she then asks, "What do you think?"
"It sounds like a wonderful idea. I know you love doing things involving kids and I can tell right now that you are beyond excited by this weekend in New York. I also know how much you enjoy having concerts and connecting with all of your fans. If you want to, just say the word and we'll be there."
Lucy leans down attacking my face in kisses. "Thank you, Baby!"
Having Lucy's body crushed against mine while straddling my waist was quickly turning me on. Slowly her skillful hips rock against me making me groan during our passionate kiss. With an arm around her waist I roll us over now placing her below me. Trailing my lips down her neck gives her a chance to catch her breath. Lucy moans lowly in my ear when my lips bring attention to her sweet spot.
"Ian… Ian wait a second." She giggles when my fingers brush along her ticklish stomach under the shirt while continuing to focus on her neck. "Ian I have to call Jasmine back. I told her we'd talk about New York then I would call her right back with an answer so she can start planning."
"So call her," I mumble in the curve of her neck. "I'm not stopping you," I reply between kisses and sucking on her neck.
Lucy runs her fingers through my hair releasing a low moan. "Ohhhh. Mmmmmm." Hearing her pleasure I suck on this specific spot even harder with determination to leave a love bite on her silky smooth skin. Coming to recognition of her original task Lucy regretfully pushes me back by my chest. "I have to call her back and then in five minutes, maybe ten max, I am all yours to continue this."
With no other response, I nod my head and roll off of her to my back. When I feel shifting in the bed due to her moving to get up I hook my arm around her slender waist effectively pulling her body back into mine.
"Stay here while you call her back. If I can't kiss you while you're on the phone than I at least want to snuggle with my wife."
Lucy's eyes flutter up to meet mine, "I think I can agree to that."
Turning over Lucy picks up her cell phone from her nightstand, once in hand she returns to laying on her back. She fiddles with her phone, I on the other hand shift to move down the mattress a tad. Lifting up Luce's shirt up to the undersides of her breasts I rest my hand over her stomach – our baby – proceeding to leave butterfly kisses all along the slight baby bump she is sporting. Despite being on the phone with her manager, Lucy runs her fingers through my hair, her eyes drift shut with a smile plastered on her face.
Five minutes turned into ten, which turned into fifteen, which then morphed into thirty before Lucy finished her phone call.
"I'm sorry that took so long, babe." Apologizing she pulls me up to be at eye level with her. Cradling my face in her small, delicate, hands Luce pulls me into a longing kiss. Her tongue seeks entrance only a moment later which instantly gained access. "I love when you kiss my stomach and when your hand rests over the baby."
I reattach our lips situating myself above her. Mindlessly my hands grasp ahold of the shirt to slowly ease it up her body and over her head tossing it off to the side. Lucy managed to push my boxers down my legs to my ankles using her feet where I then kick them off to the floor. We are abruptly interrupted by her phone ringing. Both of our eyes shift over to the black phone that was vibrating across the nightstand. Reaching over Lucy ignores the call, shuts it off, and then raises her eyebrow up at me mischievously.
"Where were we?"
Chuckling softly I don't waste another minute to ravish my wife enjoying not to mention pleasuring every soul inch of her stunning body. We were soon lost in a tangle of sheets and passion blissfully happy in our own private bubble shielded from the world around us.
Lucy and I have been spending most of our time in our own little bubble causing time to fly past us. The weekend Lucy is scheduled to be due in New York crept up on us. Currently it is Wednesday evening; our flight to New York is for four am tonight. Unfortunately we had to be on such an ungodly flight because it is roughly a five and a half hours flight to New York City plus when you add on the three hour time difference that is putting us in New York around noon or a little bit after. Lucy's scheduled to have a few interviews in the afternoon shortly after we arrive to the city. Thankfully however we would have the evening together to roam the big city that always seems to grasp our attention in previous trips.
"Is Holly still set to come by tonight?" Lucy, who is packing her bags for this weekend, double checks.
"Yes she'll be here at two to take us to the airport then she'll take Jack, Mochi, and Bailey back to her house for the weekend."
Lucy nods her head in a silent agreement. She folds a couple items of casual clothing then places them in her black leather duffle bag that sits on the bed. Momentarily the majority of her wardrobe is strewn across the bed taking up nearly the entire king sized mattress while she debates what to bring. I was laying on the edge of the bed on my side watching her continuously furrow her brow and capture her bottom lip between her teeth in an internal battle with herself. My attempt to keep the chuckle to myself failed miserably when she places her hands on her hips, huffing in frustration.
Her gaze leaves the clothing to stare at me. "What are you laughing at, Mister?"
"Nothing, nothing." I shake my head with a grin on my lips.
"It isn't fair for you to laugh, you're a guy! You don't understand what comes with choosing the right outfits for different events. Not to mention I am also trying to contain my little baby bump for the time being which can be a difficult factor to add into the deciding choices."
"Very true, however you are running out of time to get your things packed— it is already 6:30."
"I have plenty of time. If I recall correctly I believe you however haven't even started packing your clothes yet." Lucy smiles triumphantly to me with her arms crossed across her chest.
"Because it only takes me about five minutes to step into the closet, pull a few shirts and jeans off the hanger, drape them across my arm then take them to the bed and fold them. Within ten minutes I can be packed and ready to go. Besides, the bed seems a tad too full of your clothes for me to pack right now."
"Still, simply because you're a dude."
Lucy unfolds her arms to pick up a colorful summer flowing dress that would be nice and cool for the warm June weather. With one last look she folds the dress and puts it in the bag. I climb off of the bed, walk around it and wrap my arms around her waist.
"How about I go get dinner going so you can focus on packing without me here to distract you? Craving anything in particular?"
"Umm not specifically, though I am pretty hungry."
"Okay I'll go find something."
I press a kiss to her temple before leaving our bedroom. Only halfway down the hallway right when I reach the stairs, I heard a loud noise in the bedroom. I run back into the bedroom with worry coursing through my veins.
"Lucy?" I call out when I don't see her. Walking farther into the bedroom I see the bathroom light on across the decent sized bedroom with the do only slightly ajar. "Oh Lucy Goose." I frown when I push open the door to see her getting sick. Kneeling down next to her I pull her hair back away from her face with my left hand. Meanwhile my right hand soothingly caresses along her back. She wipes her mouth and I curl her into my lap.
"I really wish 'Morning Sickness' wasn't misrepresented. It doesn't merely occur in the morning so what idiot referred to it as that?" Lucy complains in displeasure.
"I'm sorry Sweetheart."
Placing a kiss to her forehead I tighten my arms around her in a comforting manner. We sit here for a few more minutes until Lucy was sure she would be okay to get up. I offer to pack for her while she lay down on the bed although she denies saying she'll be fine and not to worry. Reluctantly I leave the bedroom for the second time to head downstairs. I smile to myself when I glance into the living room to see all three dogs are still passed out on their dog beds. Lucy and I had taken them on a four mile hike this morning that wore Jack, Mochi, Bailey, as well as Lucy out that all four fell asleep as soon as we got home. Even though she's only three—almost four—months into the pregnancy Lucy has already been becoming tired as the weeks pass. Lately whenever we go on long walks with the dogs or spend the morning running errands she'll fall right asleep as soon as we're home whether that be on the couch or our bed. I always find it cute when I discover her passed out on the couch or curled up on our bed. Lucy on the other hand doesn't like to sleep the day away thus it's been getting under her skin that she keeps taking naps. After turning on some music I let myself be taken in by the kitchen.
The obnoxious beeping of the grueling alarm clock draws me from my slumber. Rolling over from where I had been laying on my side with my arms wrapped around Lucy's body I hit the alarm with an open palm knowing odds are I'd hit the snooze button. After the blaring finally stopped I sigh in grogginess not wanting to get up at such and early hour.
Expecting the disruptive alarm to sound shortly I force myself to roll over completely in order to shut off the alarm. Pushing myself up from the mattress I head to the bathroom to relieve myself before calling the dogs to follow me downstairs so I can let them outside to go potty. I knew Lucy would need all the sleep she can get in order to make it through this busy weekend so I plan to wake her up after the dogs have come back inside.
Once all three finish their business they sleepily lay back down to go back to sleep. Must say, that is a huge plus side to being a dog; you can sleep and be lazy all you want. I lamely have to admit at this specific moment I am jealous of my own dogs. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I double check all of the dogs' needed items were gathered and waiting by the front door.
Next I mosey back upstairs to see Lucy still fast asleep snuggled deep in the comforter. Not wanting to be blinded by the bathroom light I leave it off and proceed to brush my teeth in the dark as well as running a comb through my hair hoping my hair doesn't appear too wild. Frankly it's too damn early right now for me to care if my appearance looks horrible anyhow. Since I was finished with those tasks I make sure to put my toothbrush, toothpaste, and comb in my bag to ensure I don't forget them. After that was taken care of I grab the jeans and shirt I had left aside last night knowing full well I'd be too tired to actually spend the time looking for something to wear. Pulling the jeans on and the shirt over my head I glance over at the bright red numbers shining on the bedside clock; it read 1:28. Holly should be here in a matter of minutes therefore I better wake Luce.
Standing at the side of the bed I lean over with my hand resting on her forearm to gently shake her. "Lucy, baby, it's time to get up." I am rewarded with a disgruntled groan. "Baby come on, Holly is going to be here soon."
"Too tired." She mumbles burying herself deeper in the pillow and blankets.
Lucy has always had a stubborn side to her occasionally from time to time and right now it is full force. For the next five minutes straight I try every single thing I could think of to lure her out of bed but she wouldn't budge.
Hearing the doorbell ring causes me to sigh and turn back to Lucy. I pull the comforter down to expose her head.
"Holly is here, I'm going to go let her in. Please be up when I come back here."
I hurry downstairs to let Holly inside and greet her.
"Where's Lucy?" Holly questions after a moment not seeing Lucy or hearing any movement around the house.
"She won't get out of bed."
Nodding her head Holly smiles, "Ahhhh."
"Thank you for doing this Holly. All of the dogs' things are in the bag and Lucy wrote a list of instructions and how much they eat."
I carry both my bag and the bag for the dogs out to Holly's car and put them in her trunk. When I return inside I see the dogs had gotten up to see Holly and she had moved to take a seat on the couch to pet them.
"I'm going to go check on Luce then we'll be ready."
"Sounds good, I'll get these guys in the car then."
"Thanks, Hol."
I bound up the stairs to our bedroom only to see Lucy still in bed. An idea comes to mind and seeing as she isn't getting up it appears to be my only option. Walking into the bathroom and flipping the light on to grab her toothbrush and toothpaste I toss them into her bag then carry it downstairs and put it in the trunk of the SUV. Holly was getting all three of the dogs in the third row of her SUV. Now that I have two free hands I make my way back upstairs to our closet to grab a couple things. I scoop Lucy up in my arms as well as the comforter that she remains cocooned in.
"What are you doing?" A half-awake Lucy mutters in my neck.
"We're going to the airport."
Carrying her downstairs and outside Holly begins laughing when she sees me carrying Lucy wrapped up in the comforter. I lay her down in the backseat then drop the pair of jeans and bra I grabbed for her on the floorboard granting her the necessary items to slip into when we arrive at the airport.
"Okay, I'm ready when you are." I grin at Holly who laughs and tells me to get in. We both climb into the front of her car heading off toward LAX.
Lucy's POV
I stir from my deep slumber by Ian shaking me gently whilst whispering my name softly. Sitting up I look around confused when I realize I'm in the backseat of a car then I see Holly in the front seat driving.
"Honey we are about to pull into the airport, you have to get up now just until we get on the plane at least."
Tiredly I nod my head and rub my eyes. Suddenly panic washes over my body alongside realization.
"Ian I don't have pants on or a bra!"
Holly chuckles softly to herself attempting to keep to herself, Ian even laughs lightheartedly.
"I know, I grabbed a bra and a pair of jeans for you before we left; they are on the floorboard."
My cheeks flush at the fact that we're having this conversation in front of Holly. "Oh, okay. Thank you. I guess I better get dressed then."
With it being such an early hour it was pitch black out therefore the back of the car was dark granting them the inability to see me dressing. First I slip into the jeans which was an incredibly awkward action to do in the back of a moving car. Not wanting to take my shirt –well Ian's shirt actually—off completely to expose my bare chest, I simply slip my arms inside of the shirt in order to slide the bra straps up my arms and hook it behind my back then pop my arms back through the T-shirt wholes and adjust the shirt. I run my fingers through my tangled hair in an effort to tame it and look a tad more presentable.
With perfect timing I was situated right as Holly is pulling up to the proper terminal. I say my goodbyes to the doggies and giggle when all three make sure to lick my face before I climb out of the car. Ian retrieves our bags from the trunk to sit them next to the car. He also drops a pair of flip flops in front of me to slip on my feet. I thank him with a drawn out leisure kiss. Holly then proceeds to tease him making Ian blush whereas I laugh alongside Holly. I hug Holly and thank her for driving us and for taking care of the dogs for the weekend.
"Have a safe flight and a good weekend you two." Holly waves goodbye to us and makes sure we make it inside before leaving the terminal to head home.
Ian wraps his arm around my waist as we walk through LAX toward our gate. Thankfully due to the early hour it doesn't take long to get through security nor does it to arrive to the gate. We actually ended up with great timing and our plane was on time thus we were boarding only twenty minutes after arriving.
We find our seats without any problem; I sit next to the window with Ian next to me.
"I know it probably won't work out in my favor, but I am praying I don't get any morning sickness during the flight."
"Maybe try to go back to sleep and you might have a better chance of making it the six hours." He suggests wrapping his arms around me.
"I hope so. However in the meantime I am craving a Ho Ho but I forgot to put some more in my purse." I pout sadly desperately craving the chocolate with cream filled snack I have seemed to become addicted to recently with my pregnancy cravings.
A sly grin surpasses Ian's face. "Why don't you check just to be sure?" Ian hands me my purse with a look that makes me feel as if he knows something.
"Okay," I draw out, curious of his attitude. Unzipping my purse my mouth falls open and my eyes widen in excitement. "I love you!" My right hand hooks around his neck to pull him into a heavy, passion filled kiss. My purse was full of Ho Ho's just dying for me to have at them.
"I emptied two full boxes in there last night to make sure you'd have some for the flight plus while we were in New York in case we didn't have time to go find you some in the city."
"You are the best husband, thank you." I leave several chaste kisses to his lips before tearing open a package and eating it in bliss. I sit my purse down by our feet to put it out of our way and buckle up the lap belt since the plane was about to take off.
The second the seatbelt light went off and we were up in the air I unbuckle mine, lift the arm rest, and snuggle into Ian's side. He proceeds to run his fingers through my hair toying with the ends. It doesn't take me long to drift to sleep encased in the safety that is my husband's arms.
In just under six hours we'll be in New York City for a weekend neither of us will ever forget for special reasons.
Sooooo this next chapter is really adorable. Chapter 9 is a favorite of mine and I think it will be one of yours too. Things also get a little steamy bringing things to a mild M ;). I just finished chapter 17 last night and I'm really excited for you guys to see what all I have planned for this story.
If I get 25 reviews I'll update on Wednesday. :)