Chapter 15
Don't own Lucian
There has been many questions about Baby Harding's name. I personally am not a huge fan of the name Brea, however this is a Lucian fanfic. With that being said I named her Brea because in an interview a long time ago, I believe it was a twitter chat interview, Lucy was asked if she had a daughter what would the name be? Lucy instantly said "Brea" since then Halers have deemed that as the name of Lucy's future fist daughter whenever the topic comes up. That is why in many other Lucian fanfics they have a daughter who is named Brea. If this were an Ezria story or Lucian's second kid, it would without a doubt be a different name. Hope this helps those who were curious!
Lucy's POV
I was overreacting, I know. The second I slammed the bathroom door in anger I regretted my actions. I still remain slumped down against the door after sliding down it in tears. I was momentarily resting with my back pressed up to the door and my knees up to my chest. I had that dream again. Scratch that, I had that horrid nightmare again. Last night was by far the worst one to date.
The longer I sit here imagining Ian's facial reaction to my harsh words the further my heart breaks. He has done so much for me, he doesn't deserve to be snapped at like I just had done. It wasn't that I had intended to be harsh with him, it's just that damn nightmare that's affecting me. With a disgruntled sigh I force myself up off of the bathroom floor to get around for the day – that is if Ian will still want to go shopping for the baby even after I yelled at him. Having to shake away the thought of him being rightfully upset with me I step into the shower washing away all tension in my body.
Now fully washed up smelling sweetly of my rose shower gel I wrap a large, fluffy towel around my pregnant body. Skillfully I run the blow dryer through my hair as well as curl it in record time. Soon after I apply a light amount of makeup not having all that much desire to apply it or even remove it later on tonight for that matter.
Taking a deep breath while I rest my hand on the doorknob, unsure as to how Ian will act toward me for the time being, I reluctantly open the door stepping out into our bedroom. A sigh involuntarily leaves my body when I see he isn't in bed or in the room at all. Heading into our vast sized walk in closet I drop the towel that is currently wrapped around my body to lay around my feet. To replace the towel I slip into the black silk robe that I adore; it's sleeves reach my elbows and the length fall a tad shorter than mid-thigh. Securing the silk ribbon around my waist to fasten the robe in its place I slowly pad my bare feet across the hardwood floor, down the stairs, and into the kitchen where I find Ian with his back to me cooking something on the stove top.
Ian hadn't noticed my presence just yet. Deciding to surprise him I creep up behind him to tangle my arms around his waist burying my head in the center of his bear back. I place an apologetic kiss to his skin treasuring the warmth I feel every time my skin comes in contact with his.
"I'm sorry, Ian. I didn't mean to snap at you like that."
He shrugs his shoulders faintly. "Its fine I was just worried about you," Ian mumbles in response.
"You have every right to be mad at me but just know I'm sorry. Do you still want to go shopping with me?" I ask him timidly.
Ian sits the wooden spoon down on the counter that he had been using on the French Toast he is making. Turning around, he places his hands on my hips to walk me backwards until I am pressed against the opposite counter.
"I'm not mad at you Goose simply concerned. Whatever last night was… I want you to know we can talk about it but if you don't want to, I understand that as well. Only if you promise me that if this gets worse you'll let me know?"
"Yeah," I whisper caught off guard by his gentle approach. "I promise. Thank you, Ian. I love you." Standing up on my tippy toes I crush my lips against his.
"I love you, too. Now why don't you take a seat at the table because our breakfast is ready?"
Going in for one more longing kiss I pull back from his loving embrace to sit down at the table. Ian joins me a couple minutes later with plates in hand. Digging into the delicious food I moan lowly as the mouthwatering food hits my taste buds. Damn does my man know how to cook mighty fine.
After we ate breakfast Ian got dressed for the day and we headed out to tackle some more baby shopping. Ian and I had decided we wanted to get the major things taken care of in my earlier stages of pregnancy rather than having me waddle around shops while seven or eight months pregnant.
With that being said, we need to get the nursery painted as soon as possible so when the time comes on having furniture delivered it can go straight into Brea—the baby's room. Which brings us to where we are right now, picking out paint colors for her nursery. Ian and I had been debating our different options for quite some time now and were surprisingly coming to a near conclusion.
"I like that one, it's a good soft toned nursery color. It's girly without being too girly per say. Plus, if I recall this happens to be the same shade of blue as your old dressing room back at PLL." Ian grins knowing it was the color I had been wanting this entire time though I wanted him to pick the color out himself rather than saying he likes it just because I picked it up first.
Nodding my head with nostalgia. "Tiffany Blue; my favorite."
Ian chuckles pressing a kiss to the top of my head roping his arms around me. "So it's decided? This blue along with a deep, rich toned, brown for the furniture."
"Perfect." Standing up on my toes I press a kiss to his lips. "Now that we have that settled we'll have a better point of view when shopping for furniture."
Ian's POV
Lucy and I had bought all the supplies necessary for painting the nursery. Deciding to make the most of the day I lay everything out in the baby's room to prep it for painting. Lucy helped me run the painting tape along the baseboards to prevent me from getting any paint on them—that was the extent of help I was comfortable with her doing.
"It's just painting, babe. I want to be a part of painting her nursery for the first time." Lucy pouts up to me whilst tangling her arms around my body.
"Lucy," I give her a knowing look. "Paint fumes aren't good for Brea."
Lucy bites her lip, "You were serious?"
Tilting my head to the side I reply slightly confused. "About what?"
"Naming her Brea." She places her hand atop her stomach with a smile spreading across her face.
A wide smile breaks out along my own face. "Of course I was, baby. I know you always planned to name your first daughter Brea, I am honored to fulfil this long term wish."
Dragging my lips down to hers Lucy kisses me passionately with eagerness to the kiss. "You are the best husband in the world."
"Thank you. With that being said, I am going to stress that you cannot paint the nursery because it isn't good for Brea."
A frown instantly replaces her previous smile. "What if we put a box fan in the window and I sit in front of it so the smells aren't necessarily surrounding me? Then I can at least watch you paint and I won't have to hang out around the house alone." Lucy counteroffers.
"I'll go get a fan if you want to open the windows."
A now giddy Lucy turns on her heels with a bounce to her step hurrying to open all three windows in the large room. With one last glance at the very eager Lucy I chuckle to myself then walk down the hall to gather a couple fans. Nearly five minutes later when I return to the room I see Lucy has changed into one of my t-shirts for comfort. Luce takes one of the black square fans from me to sit it in the window that's located in the back of the room whilst I place the other fan in the second window to help draw in more air.
Lucy takes a seat on the large arm chair that effulges you the moment you take a seat. With the paint cans now opened, paint stirred, and lastly poured into the paint tray I am ready to get started. Glancing over at Lucy I see she's curled up on the chair with her legs tucked under her as she reads the novel she purchased the other day when we were out shopping. From what I gathered at the book store the current book resting in her hands is one full of steamy sex scenes. I silently chuckling to myself when noticing her eyes reading the pages swiftly turning each page in anticipation. I direct my attention to the white wall in front of me ready to make this my Princess's Nursery.
Several hours have gone by since I began painting the room, it was coming along quite nicely. Every now and then Lucy would pull her nose out of her book to take in my progress. I could tell she was pleased with the color so far. Every time a wide smile would spread across her face and she'd rub her baby belly talking to Brea.
Finishing up the first coat of paint to the second wall, I step back to take it in. Running a hand through my hair tousling it I release a large breath. Every single day that passes where Lucy and I do something involving preparing for our little Brea this wave of exhilaration and joyousness washes over me. Looking over my shoulder at Lucy my eyes widen accompanied with my jaw dropping slightly. Lucy's clearly in the midst of reading a steamy sex scene because all of her tell tail turn ons are exhibiting. She's gnawing on her bottom lip, her hips are slowly rocking in the faintest, and to top it off her legs are fidgeting.
Crossing my arms across my chest I lean against one of the non-painted walls to watch Lucy with a smirk on my face. My eyes roam her body taking in the true beauty of my breathtaking wife. She must have finished the chapter because once she turns the last page Lucy glances up at me – probably feeling my intent gaze on her.
"Good read?" I ask with amusement in my tone attempting to keep the laugh from escaping.
Lucy nods energetically. "Very much so! The room looks amazing so far, babe."
Taking a couple long strides across the room I hover over her resting my hands on the arms of the large chair.
My lips linger atop her lips. "How about we discuss the book now and the room later?" I whisper. Capturing her bottom lip between my teeth I playfully bite it, kissing her attentively.
Lucy's hands ease up under my shirt to rake her nails down my back. Drawing her lips back slightly she replies in a hoarse voice. "What about the book?"
A large grin surpasses my lips. Pressing light kisses to her face I relocate my lips to rest against her ear.
"I couldn't help but notice the book laying in your lap seems to have aroused you immensely."
I withdraw my right hand from the chair where it was aiding in supporting my body to place it on her bare leg above her knee. Slowly I drag my fingertips up her leg all the way under the loose fitting shirt of mine she is donning. Her breath catches in her throat the moment my finger hooks around her lace panties.
"Ian," Lucy purrs digging her nails into my lower back. Her eyes have fluttered shut and she is chewing on her bottom lip again.
This moment was definitely a wonderful positive to the pregnancy hormones. Lucy's libido has been increased even more so than prior to the pregnancy. I honestly cannot count how many times Lucy has woken me up in the middle of the night or early in the morning wanting sex. It's definitely been a bliss filled few months.
Nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck I lift Lucy up by her thighs to pick her up out of the chair.
"Where are we going?" Lucy's voice, which is full of excitement, rings out in my ear.
"Out of this paint fumed room to somewhere else where I can make sweet love to my wife." I explain to her leading us down the hall towards our bedroom.
"No, wait." Lucy removes her head from where it had been kissing along my neck. "Not the bedroom, let's go down to the kitchen."
"The kitchen?" My brow furrows in curiosity glancing down to catch her eye.
"The book I was reading a scene where they…" Lucy blushes scarlet red. Whispering her desires in my ear to prevent me from seeing her blushing at the idea of reenacting such an erotic scene.
Not asking a single question I scurry to the kitchen and fulfill the wish Lucy just murmured to me.
After many hours of pleasurable bliss Lucy is about ready to collapse. With her securely cradled in my arms I carry her up the wooden stairs to our bedroom. The door is already wide open granting it easy to carry her into the room and then gently placing her naked body down on the freshly made bed. Lucy drowsily settles herself in a comfortable position on her back with her head sinking against the fluffy pillows. I grab the thin throw blanket from the foot of the mattress to drape over her bare body. Seeing as she is covered in a sheet of sweat from our delicious activities I don't put a heavy blanket on her.
"Get some sleep, Sweetheart." I press a lingering kiss to her temple.
Lucy lets out a soft groan in comfort, her eyes drifting shut. "But what about the mess in the kitchen and—and I need to wash up." Her exhausted voice mutters, attempting to fight the deep sleep about to overtake her body.
"I'll take care of it and we'll take a nice bubble bath later on and I'll wash you up. Now, get some sleep." Caressing her face I press another gentle kiss to her lip.
After a moment of gazing at my wife I stand up from the bed to shut the blinds in order to block out any light. I then shuffle into the closet to seize a pair of boxers fastening them around my waist. I decide to work on painting the last two walls in the nursery granting them time to dry while I go clean up our little mess in the kitchen later on.
Lucy's POV
I stir from a very restful sleep a couple hours after Ian carried me to bed. A low moan falls from my lips when I stretch out my arms and legs. A smile tugs at my lips reminiscing our dirty activities in the kitchen earlier. Ian didn't hold back in the lease bit; he gave me all that he could making my legs thoroughly numb. He meticulously satisfied me, not to mention reliving me of all sexual tension that had built up from reading such a sexy book this afternoon.
Rolling over onto my stomach I bury my head in the fluffy pillow not wanting to get up. I lay here in complete content for a mere fifteen to twenty minutes before convincing myself up out of bed. With the blanket Ian had laid over me wrapped around my body I walk into the closet to put on one of Ian's white long sleeved button up shirts, next I pull out a pair of pink lace panties to step into. Now that I'm dressed I head into the bathroom to run a brush through my hair in a shameless attempt to tame my wild sex hair. Satisfied, I add a light touch of lip gloss to prevent my lips from being dry then head off to find Ian.
Walking down the hall towards Brea's Nursery I peak my head inside only to find the room vacant. Though I also notice the remaining two walls have been painted as well. Stepping into the center of the room I place my hands on my stomach caressing it.
"This is your room baby girl, Daddy and I are going to make it perfect for you." I linger here for a moment before turning on my heel leaving the room.
My bare feet pad down the hardwood steps bringing me downstairs. Skimming over the main floor I don't see him in the living room so I saunter into the kitchen only to come up with nothing. My stomach growling in hunger sidetracks me from my hunt for Ian momentarily. Knowing Ian and I will be making dinner shortly I decide on making a sandwich to hold me over until we eat. Spreading all the supplies out on the island, I hum softly to myself while assembling my sandwich.
In the midst of finishing the preparation of my sandwich I squeal in shock when arms twine around my lower waist and lips attack my neck. A giggle surpasses my lips and I instantly relax in Ian's arms.
"How was your nap?" Ian mutters huskily against my neck in between kisses.
"Much needed. I feel wonderful." Ian's hands that are placed on my hips turn me around to face him, pressing the small of my back against the counter while crushing our torsos together. "I see you got our mess cleaned up…" I trail off with a naughty grin.
Nodding his head with his own satisfied smirk on his face Ian replies, "I did, I did."
"The nursery looks amazing babe, you're doing a wonderful job so far." I praise him. Unable to resist I tug on the back of his neck to kiss him pleasurably.
"The last two walls are drying right now. I figured I would keep the fans on overnight then work on the second coat tomorrow."
"Maybe we can take another break tomorrow after you get the second coat on a couple walls."
Ian runs his hands along my sides. "I am definitely up for that especially if it is anything like this afternoon's events."
Tilting my head to the side I reply seductively, "Well I do have a little more than half the novel left, I'm sure there will be something just as delectably naughty in it."
"Fuck," Ian groans in delight. He tightens his arms around me pulling me into a longing kiss. I can feel his stirring member against my thigh causing me to become aroused.
I push Ian away by his shoulders during the middle of our kiss when I feel an odd sensation in my stomach.
"What? What's wrong baby?" Ian panics gazing at me intently.
"The baby, Brea, she's…" Tears fill my eyes and I look up to lock eyes with Ian. "Ian, I think she's kicking for the first time!"
"Oh my god, where? Are you sure?" Excitement is piercingly evident in his tone as well as his facial expression.
I place my hand over the spot where I felt the usual sensation only to come up with nothing. Unbuttoning the three middle buttons to the shirt that had pulled the shirt closed slightly I expose my stomach in order to place my hands on my bare skin.
"Come on baby girl, kick for Mommy and Daddy. Please, Brea?" I whisper caressing my stomach. I am rewarded with the same anomalous sensation from a moment ago. "There! There! Ian she's kicking!"
Ian sinks down to his knees granting him to be eye level with my baby bump.
"Hi Baby Girl, this is Daddy. Your Mommy and I love you so so much and cannot wait to hold you in our arms." Tears were pooling down Ian's cheek as well as he rests his hand with mine over the spot Brea was kicking.
I run my other hand through Ian's hair when he begins peppering my stomach with kisses. After several minutes pass and Brea decides to settle down Ian slowly moves back up to his feet only to capture my lips in his own. Caught up in the moment, Ian grasps ahold of the back of my thighs leading me to wrap my legs around his waist. He then spins us around to the opposite counter, sitting me down on the granite countertop.
"She kicked, she really kicked." Ian whispers aloud in glee. "I love you so much Lucy, and I love our precious little princess." His hand doesn't leave my stomach for a moment throughout the entirety of our kiss.
"I love you, more than I know how to say. I cannot express how thrilled I am it happened here at home, when we were together to enjoy this moment."
"Why don't you stay right here while I cook dinner so we can talk to Brea and see if she'll kick some more?"
Nodding my head in agreement I ask Ian to hand me my somewhat forgotten sandwich from the island along with the home phone. Despite it being nearly 9:30 in Tennessee I dial my mom's number hoping she hasn't gone to bed yet.
"Hello?" My mom's sleepy tone greets followed by a yawn.
"Hi Mama, it's me, Lucy. Did I wake you?" I bite my bottom lip wishing she'd say she hadn't gone to sleep yet.
"Oh baby, hi. I was, but don't worry about that. Is everything okay with you and my granddaughter?"
Mom was ecstatic when I told her the gender of Baby Harding. Ian and I decided we are going to wait to inform everyone of Brea's name until we have determined her middle name and were one-hundred percent sure.
"Yes, yes we are both doing wonderfully. I actually was calling to tell you something about her…" Subconsciously I catch myself caressing my stomach in the same place Brea had just been kicking wishing for her to do it once more. "She just kicked for the very first time!"
"Congratulations Dear! I remember the first time you kicked. I can just about bet you and Ian are both overjoyed with emotions right now?" Mama coos in happiness.
"It was such a usual sensation but it was magical at the same time. Does it always feel like that?" I question in hope.
Mom laughs softly, I could almost hear the smile on her lips. "It will until she starts kicking while you're trying to sleep or moves to kick your bladder causing you to relieve yourself continuously. By the time you get to that stage you'll be at your wits end ready for her to just come out already and stop the kicking!"
Giggling at her tone I reply with an amused, "Thank you for the warning."
We talk for a few more minutes until I tell her I'll call her later so she can get some sleep. We murmur our goodbyes and goodnights before hanging up.
"Do you want to call your parents?" I ask Ian holding the phone up to him.
Ian glances at the clock on the stove next to me then shakes his head. "I would, but it's almost eleven in Virginia and I don't want to wake them. I'll call them first thing in the morning."
Placing the home phone back down on the counter next to me I sit up straight and enjoy the rest of my sandwich.
"How do stuffed bell peppers sound for dinner tonight?" Ian inquires after a moment of rummaging around the fridge.
Taking a big gulp of water to wash down the bite of my snack I nod my head. "That sounds deliciously wonderful!"
My eyes follow Ian's movement around the kitchen as he gathers the skillet along with all the required ingredients. The entirety of Ian cooking dinner consisted with me helping stuff the peppers from my place on the countertop. Ian and I share many kisses along with caresses of my stomach talking to Brea.
After we ate dinner we cleaned up the dishes, got the dogs settled for the night, and made sure everything was locked up. Heading upstairs to bed Ian leads me into the master bath where he draws a warm bubble bath for the two of us. He had discarded my panties and shirt, meanwhile I had shed him of his boxers. Washing each other up was highly soothing and pleasing on both our parts. We had soaked in the tub enjoying the intimate moment for quite some time before climbing out only to cuddle in bed under the warm covers. Whispering our 'goodnights' and 'I love you's' we cuddle close in pure bliss from the day's memorable events.
I jostle awake with a racing heart and sweat covering my naked body. My chest rises and falls rapidly trying to fill my lungs with air. Looking around the room all I see is pitch black which doesn't aid in helping me see a thing. Ian is still fast asleep to my right with a pleasant smile tugging on his lips forming a boyish grin of his that always causes butterflies in my stomach and my knees to fall weak.
Knowing full well I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for the next bit I decide to slip out of bed. Slipping back into Ian's shirt from earlier and a fresh pair of panties, I slowly make my way down the hallway into Brea's Nursery. Flipping on the closet light then pulling the door slightly ajar granted me with enough light to see however remaining dim enough that is wasn't bright in the room. Taking a seat in the chair from this morning. Ian had moved the chair in order to paint behind it while I was asleep earlier however he did make sure to keep it placed in front of the window for me.
Thankfully the paint fumes have settled down in the room by now; having the windows open and the two fans on low really helped circulate the fumes out of the room with the third window. Sitting curled up in the chair I once again find myself caressing my baby bump in an effort to sooth myself from my recurring nightmare. Leaning my head back on the cushioned chair I try to focus solely on Brea and how good her nursery looks so far. The longer I gaze intently at the room I imagine the set up and arrangement of her furniture.
As the time slowly passes by me I find my eyelids getting heavier and the chair feeling all the more cozy. I shift around on the chair to find a comfortable spot with my head resting on the arm of the chair. I'm too tired to fight sleep any longer. I'm terrified the moment I return to an unconscious state of sleep I'll have the horrid nightmare once more. I don't understand why the damn nightmare continues to play in my head but I honestly am not sure how much more I can take of it. Just when my eyes were fluttering shut I catch movement across the room. The blurred silhouette strides across the room squatting down in front of me. I struggle to lift my tired eyes open all the way to return Ian's gaze.
"What are you doing in here, honey?" Ian asks me softly, tucking my hair behind my ear to keep it out of my face.
"I couldn't sleep so I came in here." I release a yawn tiredly snuggling more into the arm of the chair. My eyes drift shut once more, unable to remain open any longer. "So tired." I murmur barely audible.
"Come on, let's get you back to bed." Ian scoops me up in his arms like he's done countless times in the past. He smoothly lifts me from the chair and out into the hall into our bedroom. I was already asleep and curled into Ian's arms within a second of Ian laying me down on the mattress.
What I didn't know was Ian had stayed up after I had fallen asleep watching me with a worrisome eye. He had a hunch as to why I was awake in the nursery, and it definitely wasn't simply due to me waking up in the middle of the night. Ian knew there was some other reason I had woken up.
Alright! So happy? Excited? Baby Harding has kicked for the first time. More Lucian sex so that is always good. You guys have been amazing. Thank you so much for all the reviews and tweets. You guys never cease to make me smile and astonish me!
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