Chapter 20

I don't own Lucian.

This is not proofed because I don't have time to. I'm sorry guys.

About three month time jump. Lucy is 33 weeks along.

Lucy's POV

The pregnancy has been flying past Ian and me before our eyes. I cannot believe I am already 33 weeks along. With my due date of December 8th rapidly approaching the worry and joyousness have both been rising within me. Brea's room is fully furnished as well as arranged perfectly. I am always astonished when I walk into her nursery to simply take it all in. Ian has gone above and beyond getting everything set up for our little princess to arrive. My nightmares have been long gone much to my pleasure. Ever since that night I broke down in Dr. Collins' office things had improved greatly from that moment on. I attended about four or five additional sessions but she definitely helped me break through the nightmares and I no longer suffer the taunting dreams.

Currently I am sitting in our shared master closet in mine and Ian's bedroom with the door locked. Tonight Ian and I are supposed to attend some award show as well as the party following the ceremony. With being almost nine months pregnant I have quite the baby bump right now.

I cannot bring myself to get into my dress for tonight because I am self-conscious about my size right now. I've been fine for the most part throughout the entirety of the pregnancy about the obvious weight gain, however now, well right now I am not. The thought of walking a red carpet at nine months pregnant and take a million of photos terrifies me. I'd much rather dress in one of Ian's cozy shirts and curl up in bed with a jar of cookie butter and some ho hos.

"Lucy, will you please open the door? We need to start getting ready."

"I'm staying home! Your suit is already laid out so no I am not unlocking the door." I reply stubbornly.

"Lucy," Ian sighs. "I thought you wanted to go? You've done nothing but talk about how much you love your dress ever since you picked it out last month."

"That was then, now I am not."

After several more failed attempts from Ian, I hear him walk away from the door. From the quietness of our bedroom it sounds as if he has left the bedroom as well. I remain here on the floor by the door in a comfortable silence. My feet rest flat on the ground with my knees bent and legs spread comfortably. I soothingly caress my baby belly drawing random shapes and patterns along my skin. I'm pretty sure Brea is sleeping right now because she had been kicking up a storm earlier but it has since calmed down. My bladder is definitely appreciative of that.

I'm unsure of how much time has passed. Sometime later though I hear two mumbling voices entering the bedroom. One I know has to be Ian's though I am unsure who the other person is. The voices soon cease though I hear the sound of feet padding across the hardwood floor heading in my direction.

There is a soft knock on the door followed by a faint call of my name.

"Lucy, its Holly. Can I come in please?"

My brow furrows in confusion. "What are you doing here, Hol?"

"Ian called me. He said you locked yourself in the closet and refused to come out so he asked for my help."

I ponder what to do for a moment prior to speaking up. "Is Ian with you?"

There is a hesitant pause. "He is sitting on your bed. Though he will go downstairs if you want him to."

Reluctantly, I flip the lock on the door handle and pull it open a crack. Holly's gaze drops down to my face when she sees I am sitting to the side of the door. A faint smiles grows on her face when looking down at me.

"May I come in?" She asks politely before entering the room.

I nod my head in confirmation to her. As soon as she is in I push the door shut and flip the lock back swiftly. Holly takes a seat on the floor in front of me and rests her hands in her lap.

"What's going on Goose? Ian said you locked yourself in here."

"I don't want to go tonight anymore." I say softly.

"How come? Ian said you were really excited because you have a beautiful dress and you're excited to see some of your favorite artists performing tonight."

I fidget with my fingers to avoid her gaze.

"Come on Goose, talk to me. Please?"

"I don't feel confident walking on the red carpet and taking all those pictures. I look huge." I murmur lowly to her.

"Honey, that is how every pregnant woman in the industry feels. However, you my dear are absolutely stunning. You are just as beautiful as you were before you were pregnant except now you have a pregnancy glow to you."

"You're just saying that," I reply dejectedly.

Holly scoots across the floor in order to sit next to me with her arms wrapped around my body.

"I am not just saying that. You have always been a capturing beauty and you continue to be one even through your entire pregnancy. You don't realize how adorable your baby bump has been even in your 8th month."

"I feel like a whale though."

"A very cute adorable whale." Holly remarks causing me to giggle.

"I can't believe Ian called you. He is too good of a husband to me. Thank you momma bear."

"Ian's just worried about you. I think it's sweet of him. You're welcome Goose. Now, what do you say we get you ready before Ian thinks you've officially barricaded yourself in here and taken me hostage?"

I tell her that would probably be best because if I know Ian like I know I do, he is probably about to pull his hair out in worry of wondering what's bothering me right now. Holly steps out of the closet while I change into the gorgeous Amelia dress by Tiffany Rose. It ends right at my knees. The dress is a beautiful charcoal color with a lace over lay and a silk ribbon that wraps around just under the bust. The sleeves, top of the chest, as well as the back is lace while the body of the dress has the lining fabric underneath the lace. It is incredibly soft fabric as well as stretchy to prevent it from being too snug on my growing figure. Since I was vastly petite prior to the pregnancy my body still holds a petite stature, I simply have a very rounded belly. This dress shows off all of my curves while showcasing my figure. Standing in the dress looking at myself in the full length mirror in our closet I remember why I had been so excited about it. It is even more stunning now than the last time I had the dress on. With the dress having lace over the chest and arms I am donning a strapless black bra underneath.

Taking a deep breath I step out of the closet to see Holly waiting patiently on the bed. Her face lights up when she sees me.

"Does it look okay?"

"Oh Goose," Holly gushes coming to my side. "This is beautiful. You look absolutely stunning. All eyes will be on you tonight, in a good way."

"Thank you," I blush at her words.

"Alright honey, you better hurry downstairs. You and Ian need to leave shortly and you haven't gotten your hair or makeup done yet. Scotty and Kelsey are already downstairs set up to do your hair and makeup."

"Oh shoot we are cutting it close on time. Thank you again Holly. I'm sorry about you having to come over here. I really appreciate it though."

"Don't worry about it."

We walk downstairs together where Ian is talking with Kelsey and Scotty. Hearing Holly and me descending down the stairs, Ian rushes to me to ensure everything is okay. I pull him into a deep kiss not caring about the guests who are witnesses such a passionate kiss.

"I'm sorry for earlier, my hormones got the best of me. I love you so much."

"It's okay baby. I love you too. You look absolutely gorgeous."

After separating from our moment we say goodbye to Holly and show her out the door. Once Holly leaves I take a seat for Scotty to start on styling my hair while Kelsey begins to apply light makeup to my face. Scotty plans to add my usual curls to keep it from being over the top. As for my makeup I have a light pink glossy lip with eyeliner and full black lashes and light eye shadow. Kelsey also decides to add a tad dash of blush to my cheeks.

Before long Ian and I are climbing into the black SUV that is taking us to the award show tonight. We snuggle in the backseat through the duration of the ride.

Tonight had ended up being a lot of fun. I got to see many of my favorite artists perform as well as see many old acquaintances I haven't seen in quite some time. It's nearing 9:30 and I am growing tired. The heels I've had on all night are absolutely killing my feet. Not to mention my back is hurting from my bra; I still haven't adjusted to having such large breasts and the combination of large breasts and a large belly are taking a toll on my back immensely. Ian gives me wonderful backrubs all the time with those magical hands of his and I desperately desire one right now though that isn't possible since we aren't in the most appropriate of places.

Ian and I have been at the after party for about two hours now. It's been a lot of fun talking with everyone and catching up with some old faces. I've gotten a vast amount of compliments on my dress and just as many congratulatory statements about my pregnancy.

I had wondered off to catch up with some old friends earlier leaving me to lose Ian. I wonder around a bit until I hear his boyish laughter that always brings a smile to my lips. Turning in the direction of his laugh I weave my way through the groups of people until I arrive at his side.

"Ah here is my beautiful wife! Would you excuse me gentlemen." Ian wraps his arm around my waist in a loving manner whilst leaning down to press a sweet kiss to my lips.

"Having fun?" I ask in an amused tone.

"I am yes. What's up?" Ian questions, sensing I was going to say something.

"I'm getting really tired and my feet are killing me. Would you mind if we cut out early?"

"No of course not. Let me just call the diver to head this way."

"Thank you." I reply appreciatively.

Ian pulls out his phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. After a few minutes on the phone with our driver he confirms he will be here in about 20 minutes to pick us up.

"Ah Ian Harding, just the man I've been looking for." A voice catches our attention from our right. Ian and I turn to look at the man approaching us. "And Mrs. Harding, just as beautiful as I've heard."

I smile at the unknown man curiously. "Thank you very much. Lucy Harding, how are you?" I reach my hand out to shake his hand, as does Ian as well as introducing himself.

"I am doing great. I am Henry Campbell and I have to say, you Mr. Harding are not an easy man to find."

My eyes widen at the man's name. Henry Campbell is a well-known movie producer. He makes the best of the best movies.

"Actually my wife and—" Ian starts to say though I cut him off.

"I was just about to leave; it's time for my bed time according to this little one." I smile as I caress my stomach in indication to Brea. "I can find my way to the entrance don't worry babe, you stay here and talk to Mr. Campbell." I nod at Ian hoping he'll take the bait and stay. Henry Campbell is not the kind of person you turn down when he wishes to talk with you.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Harding I don't mean to take him away from you."

"Call me Lucy, and don't worry about it. My driver should be here any minute. Besides, I've have him all night. You two talk, I'll be fine."

"Actually Mr. Campbell," Ian pauses looking down at me. "I'm just going to make sure Lucy makes it out to the car alright then how about I come back and find you?"

"Yes, yes of course. I look forward to your return. Goodnight Lucy, it was a pleasure meeting you. Congratulations on your baby."

"Thank you." I smile sweetly at him before Ian leads me off towards the exit.

Once we are outside Ian turns to me. "I don't have to stay here and talk to him. I can come home with you right now."

I shake my head swiftly in negate. "Ian that is the Henry Campbell. I don't know what he wants but he clearly wants to talk to you. Just listen to whatever he has to say. I will see you at home later on, alright?"

"If you insist," Ian replies playfully.

When Charles, our driver of the night, pulls up Ian pulls me into a loving kiss. I twine my arms around his neck in attempt to pull him closer though my budging stomach protrudes.

"I love you," I murmur against his lips softly.

"I love you, too." Ian replies between swift pecks to my lips.

Ian rests his hand on the small of my back as he walks over to the SUV with me. He signals for Charles to remain in the driver's seat rather than getting out to open the door. Ian opens the door for me and helps me into the car where I instantly take my heels off and sign in relief.

"How about I give you one of my famous foot massages when I get home to ease your feet of the pain from those heels of yours?" Ian's voice is low and husky as he leans inside of the car with the door still open. A blush spreads across my cheeks when his hand rests high on my thigh. Despite the fact my dress covers my thigh I am still affected by his hand caressing my leg through the dress.

"I'm holding you to that." My hoarse tone responds.

With one last lingering kiss, Ian shuts the door and steps away from the car.

"Are you ready Mrs. Harding?" Charles asks after a moment.

"Yes I am Charles, thank you."

We begin the somewhat long drive back to the house. A few minutes into the drive I speak up when a wave of hunger washes over me.

"Actually Charles, can we make a little detour?"

An hour later I am walking through the front door of my house with my little clutch wallet in my left hand with the same fingers gripping the brown paper bag. In my right hand I hold the heels of my shoes that have been off of my feet for some time now. Thankfully the throbbing pain has since ceased. Upon walking in the door I see Mochi and Bailey stretching in front of the couch with their hind legs on the couch and front paws on the floor. Clearly they made themselves comfortable on the couch while Ian and I were gone. Not a minute later is the sound of little jack hopping down the stairs heard before I see my little man running across the floor to my feet. I lean over as best I can to pet him before telling the dogs to hang on and let me sit my stuff down.

I pull out a chair from the kitchen table and take a seat granting it easier to pet the three dogs. After several minutes where they gave me many licks and kisses I get up to let them out into the backyard. I leave the brown paper sack on the table which holds a delicious Chipotle burrito that my stomach is craving to dig into. Scurrying upstairs I strip out of my dress then lay the beloved dress over the back of the comfy chair resting in the corner of our bedroom that I sometimes sit in when reading a book during the day.

Before I forget I walk over to the bed where my phone lie to text Ian letting him know I got home safely. I let out a moan of delight when I unclasp my bra that had been killing me for the ending half of the night. Walking into the closet I dress in a pair of cozy leggings, one of Ian's shirts, and to finish it off I pull on one of his hoodies. Shuffling to the back of the closet I grab a pair of short, black, UGG boots to keep my feet warm.

Returning downstairs I slip my keys and iPhone into the pocket of the hoodie and head to the back door where I call the dogs inside. Since they have been pinned up in the house all evening I decide to take them on a walk. Plus Brea is wide awake right now so I know I won't be going to sleep any time soon. I retrieve my burrito from the bag and walked out the front door calling the dogs out with me. Seeing as it is after 11 o'clock at night I don't worry about taking the dogs on their leashes. They always stay right next to me when we go on walks in order to protect me. Unfolding the aluminum foil from the burrito I happily munch away on the delicious food as my doggies and I wonder around the neighborhood.

Having finished my burrito I have the wadded up foil placed in the pocket of Ian's hoodie since there is nowhere to throw it away. I am pulled from my thoughts by my phone ringing. A smile graces my face upon seeing Ian's picture light up on my phone.

"Hey babe."

"Lucy, where are you?" Ian asks with worry evident in his tone.

"I'm out walking the dogs. Where are you?" I ask playfully in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"It's after midnight Honey and I am at home."

My eyes widen in surprise. It's already been over an hour! "Wow I didn't realize it had been so long! I am on the other side of the neighborhood."

"How about I come pick you up since it's so late? Then when we get home I can give you that foot massage I promised."

"That sounds like heaven right about now." I tell him where I am at and he promises to be here in a few minutes.

As promised Ian arrives about five minutes later, still dressed in his suit. He gets out of the car to greet me with a kiss as well as petting the dogs. Ian helps the dogs all hop into the backseat of the car before helping me easily climb into the passenger seat. Once Ian has the car turned around he laces his fingers in mine where our hands rest in his lap.

"Are you hungry or have any cravings?"

I shake my head in negate. "Charles took me to Chipotle on the way home early. I was eating it while walking the dogs."

"I thought you were exhausted earlier?"

"I was, however our little princess decided she wanted to be active for a while and not let mommy sleep. I knew the dogs needed to get out of the house for a bit so I took my burrito in hand and we went for a nice stroll." I explain to him.

When we return to the house all three dogs trot over to their respective dog bed to sleep after working out all their energy on the walk. Ian and I trudge upstairs to our bedroom. I collapse on the bed too lazy to remove my excess clothing. I sigh in contentment and my eyes drift shut as I lay here on our extremely plush bed thinking of how happy I truly am in this point in time. I can faintly hear Ian shedding the pieces of his suit until he is down to his boxers.

I hum softly in appreciation when I feel my right leg being lifted up off of the mattress where Ian removes my boot, then repeats the same action to my left leg. Once my boots are off I feel his body stretch out over me. His fingers hook into the band of my leggings in order to pull them down my legs. My eyes remain shut throughout the entire moment between us. I bite my lip from the inside of my mouth in an attempt to keep the smile that is desperately tugging on my lips from spreading. Ian crawls up the mattress with his knees resting on either side of my body. Rather than just removing the hoodie, Ian's hands also grasp the hem of the shirt I am wearing allowing him to remove the hoodie and shirt at the same time. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his hands move to reside right next to my head as a source of support for his weight. I instantly know Ian's mouth is hovering over my face because I can feel his warm breath on my neck.

"How tired are you?"

"Why?" I muse, though I already have an idea about the motives to his question.

His hot breath fans my bare neck making me squirm underneath him. "Because I want to make love to my wife tonight." His husky voice whispers against my skin.

My eyes then flutter open in an instant. I am met with my husband's bright blue eyes, though, this time they are filled with love and lust.

"I am never too tired to make love with my wonderful husband." I lift my arms up to tangle around his neck. Our lips connect in a slow kiss that rapidly turns passionate. It isn't long until I remove Ian of his boxers and he sheds me of my panties.

That night Ian and I made love until we were no longer able to hold ourselves up. And what a wonderful night it was.

Alright, so thoughts? I wrote this in three hours and I had a lot of fun writing this. Let me know what you guys think! :) We'll find out what Henry Campbell wanted to talk to Ian about. I find it funny that I had the chipotle part planned out a while ago and Lucy just tweeted about chipotle… very odd coincidence but whatever.

For my Ezria Shippers, I wrote an Ezria M one shot about the brownie scene where Ezria take the chocolate and whip cream to bed and have some… fun… if you guys want to read it! It's called 'Sweet Desserts' and is already posted.

Thank you so much for the reviews! You all are amazing and so sweet.