Chapter 24
I don't own Lucian
Ian's POV
I am shaken awake by a strong hand on my arm. I am startled when my eyes fly open to see John Hale, Lucy's biological father, standing next to the bed.
"Get dressed son and come downstairs. Don't wake up my princess, she needs her rest." With that the man straightens up to stand tall, turns on his heel, and leaves the room. I glance over at Lucy who is fast asleep laying on her side with her back to me. Climbing out of bed I hurry to get dressed for the day, curious as to what is about to take way.
Twenty minutes later I am quietly walking down the main house steps to be greeted with the sight of Lucy's dad, step-dad, my father, and Maggie's husband Lewis. The house has an eerily quiet feel to it since all the women in the house are still asleep and the group of men in front of me aren't saying a word.
"Get your coat, we're going out for a while and it's pretty cold out there." John states simply to me. I stand here even more confused than I had been when originally walking down the steps not two seconds ago. I do as told and follow him and everyone else out the door.
We all get into John's car. Tim and John sit up in the front of the car and my dad, Lewis, and I are in the back of his SUV. The drive is awkwardly silent since I am afraid to speak up not knowing what this is about. Half an hour later we pull up to some building. Everyone gets out of the car so I follow suit and into the establishment in hopes of quickly getting out of this bitterly cold weather. Walking in I see it is a restaurant with a long bar down the middle of the gracious space. John raises his hand in a greeting manner towards the two men behind the bar and they reciprocate in the same manner. John continues to lead us to the back of the area where there is a large curved booth in the corner of the room. Taking a seat I clear my throat nervously.
"Do you know why I brought you here Ian?" John asks from across the table.
I shake my head swiftly. "No, Sir."
I rarely ever see Lucy's dad but when I do I am somewhat terrified he is going to kill me or secretly hates me for taking his little girl away from him. When I asked for his permission to marry Lucy he told me he expected me to take care of Lucy and protect her from the dangers of Hollywood and the industry bring. He said he was impressed that I had also asked Julie for her permission and blessing for Lucy's hand since I knew how much Julie meant to Lucy and how close they had been during the entirety of Lucy's life. I haven't talked to John in a long time and a part of me is terrified he wants to kill me or further injure me for allowing Lucy to be kidnapped.
"I brought you here because you are about to become a father. In a matter of days or so you are going to have my granddaughter to take care of as well as my baby girl. I expect you plan on doing all you can in helping Lucy raise your daughter."
"Of course I am! I would never want anything to happen to Lucy or our daughter. I love them both to death and I would do anything for them. I can't wait for our little girl to arrive so I can hold her for the first time and watch her grow in the world."
"We all felt it was necessary to sit you down and give you a good informal talking to about what you have to expect in the new world of Fatherhood. Along with that comes with how to properly reacting when Lucy asks you to do things when she is exhausted and feeling overwhelmed. One wrong word and your ass is on the couch until she declares otherwise."
"Lucy and I really don't fight. We have our occasional disagreements and I have had to sleep on the couch on a couple occasions but nothing like you guys are implying. I doubt I have too much to worry about." I shrug passively.
"Ian, things change once kids join a marriage. It is no longer just husband and wife any more. Both of your attentions are being taken away from their prime focus of each other to putting all your focus and effort into your children's lives." My dad speaks up for the first time since we ventured out of the house.
"We just want to let you know things are about to change between you and Lucy. I specifically want to ensure you know that despite things changing, I expect you to take care of my daughter and granddaughter and not to let them down in any way. She depends on you and you will stick by her side no matter what." John voices sternly.
I sit here in confusion for a moment trying to process everything they are saying and figure out what they are getting at. Finally it dawns on me. "Lucy and I are never going to get a divorce! I love her and I love our unborn baby. They are my world; I couldn't and I wouldn't live without her."
"I had said the same thing when it came to me and Julie. I loved her with all my heart, she was the world to me and then one day things just didn't work out and you know the rest."
I feel the anger building up inside of me. "That isn't going to happen to me and Lucy."
"This is what I'm trying to tell you son, you don't know what is or is not going to happen in the future. That's why it's called the future; it's unknown to us since we haven't experienced it yet. When Julie and I were first married I couldn't have thought of a better life for myself. Then we had Maggie followed by Lucy and things changed. I don't want to see that happen with you two. I want my daughter happy and taken care of."
I shake my head furiously and push myself up from the table. "I don't need to hear anyone's life story on how their marriage ended. Lucy and our daughter are my life and we will be together until the day we die. End of story."
I roughly pull my coat back on as I storm out the doors of the restaurant. I hear my dad calling after me and following on my heels outside in the bitter cold.
"Ian where are you going?"
"I am not going to sit there and listen to him basically tell me I am going to end up divorced from my wife. He may be Lucy's biological dad but that doesn't mean I have to listen to that bull shit. I love Lucy and she loves me. Not a damn thing has shown any indication of us getting a divorce and I sure as hell and not going to blame bringing my daughter into the world as a cause for us to divorce. So I am leaving. It's best I'm not around him right now in case I say something I shouldn't."
I turn my back on my dad and walk away. He doesn't further pursue me knowing I need to cool off by myself right now since I'm clearly worked up. I huff in annoyance when I realize I don't have my phone, John said to leave it at the house, I hadn't questioned him since I had no idea what was going on. I shove my hands deeper into the pockets of my coat in search of warmth.
Lucy's POV
Waking up for the second day in a row alone I frown. I snuggle deeper into the cozy sheets wishing to go back to sleep. I remain in bed for several minutes before climbing out of bed to relieve myself. As soon as I do so I clamber right back in bed and sigh at the warmth the sheets bring. I glance over at the clock on the nightstand to see it is 9:30 in the morning. A few more minutes in bed won't hurt, right? My eyes drift shut enjoying the extra moments of relaxation before I need to head downstairs to my family.
My eyelids slowly flutter open and I roll over on my back stretching my arms and legs out. My head rolls over to the side where I see it is noon. "Shit!" I jump up in bed, shocked I had fallen back asleep. Climbing out of bed I hurry to get dressed and around for the day. Since my feet are pretty cold I shove my feet in my black ankle UGG Boots.
Walking downstairs I see Marry and Stephen in deep conversation with my step dad. My dad is watching some football game with Lewis sitting on the couch beside him engrossed in the game as well.
"Daddy!" I exclaim in excitement. I haven't seen him in so long. I hurry, well as fast as a woman in her 9th month of pregnancy can, to my dad. He effulges me into a tight hug kissing the top of my head.
"Princess! How are you? And how is the pregnancy? Almost to the end."
"I'm great, never been as happy as I am now. I know, she is about ready to come out. I can't wait to hold my little girl for the first time."
I apologize to everyone for sleeping so late to which they shrug off saying it's no big deal and I need all the rest I can get before the baby comes.
"Have you guys seen Ian?" I ask them and the room instantly falls silent. "What?" I ask, my face dropping sensing something is going on.
"Ian isn't here honey," Marry speaks up softly since no one else volunteered to say anything.
"What do you mean he isn't here? Where did he go?" Marry pauses opening her mouth only to close it. Her eyes shift over to Stephen who is also silent. "Where is Ian?"
"I took him out along with all the other men this morning to talk with him for a bit. He got mad and walked out of the restaurant we were at. I don't know where he is." Daddy admits after a minute of hesitation.
My brow furrows and I look at him confused. "What did you say that he got mad about?"
Dad shrugs innocently. "We were just casually talking, he got up and left."
"Ian wouldn't get mad for no reason let alone walk out. What did you say to him?" When he fails to reply I find myself becoming stresses and even more frustrated. Why won't he just tell me? Turning on my heel I storm into the kitchen to see Momma and Maggie baking something. I walk right past them to the phone on the wall and dial Ian's number.
"He doesn't have his phone. It's upstairs in your bedroom." Dad says upon entering the room seeing me on the phone. I slam the phone back on the hook and huff. Dad quickly leaves the room sensing the anger growing within me. My pregnancy hormones are aiding in working me up.
"What did daddy say to Ian? Tell me the truth I want to know what is going on." I ask them desperately. I take a seat at the island knowing I need to stay off of my feet. I lick my lips when I see they are making Momma's famous chocolate cake that only Momma knows the recipe for.
They share a look between each other before Maggie moves to rest her torso across the counter top and clasps her hands on the island in front of her.
"This morning when Dad came over apparently he woke up Ian with the intentions of taking him out with Ian's dad, Lewis, and Tim. They all went out first thing this morning and Dad told Ian not to wake you since you need your sleep and also made him leave his phone here. Dad took him to that restaurant/pub he would always go to when we were younger." Maggie hesitates to continue and glances back at Momma.
"So what happened?" I ask her impatiently.
"Dad might have mentioned to Ian how he needs to keep his priorities in order and how things are going to change between you two once the baby is here."
"What do you mean?" I ask completely confused as to where this is going.
"Dad implied to Ian how even though things are prefect now between you two and he sees you two together for the rest of your lives, life doesn't always work out that way. He told Ian he felt the same way about him and mom but then they ended up getting a divorce a couple years after you were born."
My jaw drops and I am seething with anger when I realize exactly what dad had implied to Ian. I storm out of the kitchen and into the living room to scream at my father.
"How dare you say such a thing to Ian! Where do you get the right to tell him we will probably get a divorce somewhere down the line? Just because you screwed up and got a divorce doesn't mean we are the same way."
"I wasn't insinuating you were. I was simply having a conversation with the man about what may happen in the future." Dad attempts to defend his actions.
"Oh bull shit!" I exclaim loudly.
"Lucy!" Mom's stern voice from behind me reprimands.
"No! You have no right to say such a thing to him. Ian and I are not going to get a divorce now or ever. And now he is out there in the freezing cold weather with no phone and not a clue as to where the hell he is!"
I quickly flee the room and head for my bedroom when I feel the tears pooling in my eyes. I hurry up the stairs and down the hall until I am safely in the bedroom with the door locked. I quickly locate my purse and pull out the jar of cookie butter and fresh spoon I had dropped in my purse to eat from before we had left LA knowing I would have a hankering for it at some point. Kicking off my boots I climb back in bed and snuggle under the covers. The tears stream down my face freely as I focus on the cookie butter.
There is a soft knock on the door followed by the jiggle of the door knob. A moment later the lock is flipped and the door is slowly pushed open.
"It may have been over a decade since your teenage years but I still remember how to unlock these doors when you barricade yourself in your room." Momma jokes in hopes of getting some sort of positive response from me.
"Why would he say such a thing to Ian?"
She shrugs unsure of how to answer.
"Never mind, I don't even want to talk about it. I just want Ian."
"Would you like to come back downstairs and help me make that cake just like you used to when you were little?" Momma takes a seat next to me on the bed facing me. She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and gently wipes away my tears. "I remember you would have to sit on top of the counter when we would frost it since you were too short to stand on the side of the counter. You always loved sprinkling the chocolate chips on the sides and even sneak a few handfuls into your mouth when you thought I wasn't looking."
I laugh softly at the memories. I always loved helping mom bake stuff when I was growing up. I couldn't cook to save my life but I loved baking because of my sweet tooth. I nod my head in agreement and offer up a soft smile. We get up from the bed and return downstairs. I avoid my dad's looks at all costs and even ignore him when he tries to grasp my attention. He is the last person I wish to speak with right now.
Taking a seat on the ending bar stool mom brings the ingredients over to where I am sitting and stands next to me so we can prepare it together. Maggie has left to sit with Lewis in the living room. I guess she wanted to give me some alone time with mom since I hardly get to see her compared to Maggie being able to come by whenever she pleases. Momma and I get to baking and share many giggles as we do so.
Momma and I have just finished icing the cake and now we are adding the mini chocolate chips around the side of the circular cake. My eyes light up and I eagerly reach for my phone that rests on the counter next to me when my ringtone sounds. I brought my phone down earlier when momma and I came downstairs in case Ian were to call my cell phone. I know he didn't have his phone but it was my wishful thinking. Picking up the phone I see it's some number with a Memphis area code. It has to be Ian.
"Ian are you okay?" My panicked voices sputters out quickly.
"I'm okay baby. Not too sure where I am but I'm fine. What's the address to your mom's house so I can get a cab ride home?"
Relief washes through me and I sit back down on my stool. "Why don't I just come pick you up? Do you know the name of where you're at?"
"You can't drive Luce."
"Well Momma will drive me, or Maggie. Just tell me where you are. Please?" I ask him in determination with a hint of sadness to my tone. I hear him talking to some guy in the background before his voice returns to the phone.
"I'm at Ice Bar and Grill. It's off of—"
I interrupt Ian knowing exactly where that is. I assure him I'll be there shortly.
Hanging up the phone I look up at my mom. "Can you please drive me down to Ice Bar and Grill?"
"Of course, Sweetheart." Mom nods her head.
She sits down the bowl of chocolate chips and brushes off her hands. We slip our coats on and head to the front door. Dad asks where we're going when he notices us heading toward the front door. I continue walking to the door and situate my coat. I hear mom sigh from behind me obviously displeased with my current attitude.
"Ian called, we're going to pick him up." Mom Explains to him.
I fiddle with my fingers as I wait for mom to meet me at the door.
"Oh would you like me to come with you?" He asks in my direction with a tone of hopefulness clearly evident.
"No. You've done enough." I don't even bother waiting for mom, I fling the front door open and waddle out to the car. I cross my arms over my chest while leaning my back against the passenger side of the car waiting for her to come outside. It is freaking freezing out here. I cannot wait to return to the warm weather of California. Mom unlocks the car as soon as she steps outside the door. I quickly open the door and get inside, not like it helped though, the inside of the car is just as cold from sitting outside of the garage.
"You don't need to be so harsh with him you know." Mom's motherly voice comes out as she turns the car on and adjusts the heat.
"He shouldn't have told Ian we are destined to get a divorce after Brea is born." I roll my eyes and turn to gaze out the window.
"Don't roll your eyes at me young lady. You may be a grown adult and having a baby of your own but you are still my baby girl and you will respect me just like I expected from you when you were a teenager."
"I'm sorry," I murmur softly. I feel like I am 15 years old again being reprimanded for talking back.
"John is still your father and you need to respect him as well. I know what he did wasn't exactly ideal but he was looking out for your best interests. It's hard for him to face the reality that his baby girl is all grown up and striving in the real world and building a family. I don't know if he's more caught up on the fact that you're at that point in your life where you won't need to depend on him for anything or that since you're having a baby he has to face the truth that you really are having sex. He can't ignore that anymore." We both laugh softly at the latter option.
"I'm 28 years old, he is just now having to face the fact I'm sexually active? I've been having sex for—" I abruptly stop when momma shoots me a death glare. I sure as hell am not finishing that sentence. "Any who… That still doesn't give him the right to insinuate Ian and I would ever get a divorce."
"I don't agree with him, but just cut him some slack. Please?"
Reluctantly I nod my head. "I'll try."
The drive to the bar and grill isn't long. I used to come here from time to time when I was here for radio tours and to spend some time with my family. I remember this is the place Maggie bought me my first drink with her once I had turned 21 and I came home to spend the following weekend down here with everyone so she took me out.
When we walk inside I see Ian sitting on one of the barstools alone twiddling his thumbs as he patiently waits for us to arrive. I scurry up behind him and wrap my arms around him peppering kisses to his neck. Ian relaxes in my arms. He turns slightly to hook his arm around my waist pulling me into his side. I'm taken back when his right hand cups the side of my face to pull me into a heated kiss. This is a much more passionate kiss than he and I would typically share when out in public.
Separating a few minutes later my eyes flutter open and I look at him breathlessly. "What was—"
"I love you Lucy. So much. Nothing will ever change that." Ian says with a new form of determination than I've ever heard him have.
"I'm sorry about my dad. I found out what he said to you and I cannot apologize enough. That is never going to happen to us Ian. We know we are forever; nothing that happens in the future will change that."
I lean forward to kiss him deeply showing him just how much I love him, putting all my emotions into the kiss. "And I love you, too." I murmur against his lips between kisses.
"Where's your mom?" Ian wonders aloud.
I look around not seeing her at first glance. After a couple minutes of looking I see her on the other side of the restaurant talking with a couple women who appear to be gathering their things to leave. As if on cue she turns around and walks over to Ian and me.
"I was thinking you and Ian might want to have some private time together where you can talk without all your family present. Some of my coworkers are about to leave and said they can drop me off at the house since it's on the way. I want you and Ian to take my car and enjoy some time together."
"Momma you don't have to do that!" I shake my head in protest as she places her car keys in my hands.
"After today you two deserve some time together. Get something to eat and enjoy some family chaos free time." She laughs at her own words. Momma doesn't leave much room for debate as she turns to join her coworkers walking out the door.
"I guess it's just you and me." I smile at Ian and bite my bottom lip.
"Perfect. How about we get a booth."
Ian places his hand on the small of my back leading me to a more secluded area where there is an open booth. We take a seat across from one another; our feet instantly finding each other under the table.
"Hungry?" Ian asks grabbing a couple menus off the end of the table.
"Starving," I grin back at Ian taking the menu from him with an appreciative nod.
Ian and I wound up spending a few hours to ourselves out of my mom's house this evening. When we got home everyone had already left for their respective room for the night leaving the house quiet and dark. Ian and I decided to call it an early night as well and went straight up to bed where we snuggled under the covers encased in one another's arms. This time we made sure the door was locked to prevent anyone from coming in and hauling either of us out of bed. Ian had fallen asleep about fifteen minutes after getting in bed and I wasn't too far behind him. Although I did wake up a few hours later as the clock neared 2 in the morning with a craving. Which is what brings me to where I am now—the kitchen.
I had a craving for something sweet. As soon as I entered the kitchen my eyes laid upon the cake momma and I had made earlier this afternoon. I grin seeing no one has gotten into the cake yet.
As quietly as I could, I open the silverware drawer to pull out a knife and fork then slowly shut it back. I sit the utensils on the granite countertop softly before retrieving a glass from the cabinet behind me. My bare feet softly pad across the hardwood flooring to the refrigerator where I grab the gallon of milk. Returning to the island where the delicious cake awaits me I fill up my glass of milk before placing the jug back in the fridge.
I anxiously remove the glass top of the cake platter, careful as to not get any icing on the side of it as I pull it away from the cake. I cut myself a decent seized piece and take a seat on the ending bar stool. Pulling the fork, glass of milk, and cake closer to me I dig into this marvelous dessert not bothering to put it on a plate.
Halfway through my piece of cake I freeze in place when the kitchen lights flip on. Shit. I don't dare turn around to see who it is for I have a pretty good guess.
"Is the cake good?" My mom's taunting voice asks with a hint of amusement.
"Mhmm," I mumble with my mouth full of cake.
"You know I had to kick Lewis and Tim out of the kitchen because they were both trying to steal a piece though I told them they needed to wait for you and Ian to return first since you made it and it's only fair."
I nervously swallow the scrumptious cake followed by a gulp of milk. "Well I've had a piece so they are more than welcome to have some. Besides, it isn't my fault. Brea woke me up craving something sweet and when I saw the cake there was no going back." I grin innocently at her.
"You're going to blame my innocent unborn granddaughter on you not waiting until tomorrow to have some cake?" Mom raises her eyebrow at me.
Without any hesitation I nod my head. "Yes, yes I am. It's Brea's fault."
Momma only cracks a smile, grabs a fork of her own, and takes a seat next to me. We both turn our attention to the cake in front of us in delight.
"Is Ian calmed down from this afternoon?"
"Yes, he just needed to put some space between him and dad otherwise he said he would have said or done something he would have regretted. We talked and I assured him nothing is going to happen between us. At least not in the manner dad was referring to."
We fall into a comfortable silence as we eat away on the mouthwatering delicious cake. Before long we had already consumed half of it.
"We'll just blame Lewis and Tim and say they must have snuck down here after everyone went to sleep in order to eat it." Momma jokes playfully while washing up the silverware. I nod my head in agreement with a smile tugging on my lips. I refill my glass of milk about half way to take it upstairs to drink in bed.
"Baby Girl it's time for bed. Don't start kicking up a storm now." I say to Brea who has started moving around and kicking the center of my belly. My left hand cradles my stomach while my right hand caresses the spot she is kicking.
"She's kicking?" Momma gasps with a look of glowing excitement on her face.
"Yeah, she kicks a lot." Knowing my mom and the look on her face I speak up once more. "Would you like to feel it?"
"May I?" Mom asks overjoyed.
"Of course. Here." I take her hand and place it on the spot Brea is kicking at. Tears fill her eyes at the action.
"Hi there Brea, this is your Grandma Julie. I cannot wait to see you and hold you for the first time. I love you so much Sweetheart." Mom whispers to my belly.
I can't resist my own tears from spilling down my cheeks. She has always been an astonishing mother to me growing up, I can only imagine how wonderful of a grandmother she'll be to my own little girl. Brea presses her foot against my stomach enough to see a faint outline of her little foot causing mom to coo in delight.
"She definitely likes you already. She has only done that for me and Ian, not anyone else. Though the only other people I have allowed to feel her kick is Holly and Troian everyone else I wouldn't let them touch my stomach no matter how hard they tried."
"I never let anyone other than your father and my mother feel my stomach when I was pregnant with you and Maggie. Everyone always wants to but I told them no." Mom replies softly still transfixed on Brea.
"To me it's something private and an intimate moment between the parents and child. That's why I have only allowed the three people closest to me, outside of Ian of course, to feel her when she's moving around in there."
"Thank you baby girl. I'm so glad you guys made it here I've really enjoyed spending so much time with you."
"I am too, I definitely needed some time with you as well."
Mom wraps her arm around my shoulder pulling me into her side. She presses a kiss to my temple and pulls me off to the stairs. "Let's go back to bed." I hum in appreciative agreement.
Much to my pleasure Brea did settle down once I lied down in bed and snuggled up to Ian's bare back. Our legs tangled together under the sheets radiating plenty of warmth between the two of us.
The following night I wake up just after one in the morning. I've been laying here for the past fifteen minutes chewing on my bottom lip in contemplation. I have a strong desire for a hamburger, fires, and a milkshake right now. I know I should try and suppress the craving since it is so late and I know Ian is tired but I can't. The harder I try to let my mind wonder to something else or go back to sleep the stronger the craving grows.
Finally I cannot put it off anymore. I shift to my knees on the mattress and scoot up until I am right against Ian's side.
"Ian?" I whisper lowly into the air. There is no response, not even a slight indication of a stir. Huffing in determination I run my hand along his bare chest and whisper his name louder. Still nothing. "Dammit" I scoff.
A Cheshire grin graces my face when an idea comes to mind. I know exactly what'll wake him up. I lean forward on the mattress to hover over his body slightly. My face bows down to kiss and suck gently along his neck meanwhile my right hand glides down his torso and into the front of his boxers. My small fingers wrap around him lightly tugging and caressing him in a smooth, rhythmic motion.
"Ian, wake up baby," I murmur huskily into his ear. My tongue teasingly traces along his neck knowing it'll wake him up. I smile in satisfaction and sit back on my heels when I hear him groan loudly signifying he is waking up. "Oh good you're awake."
"Lucy?" Ian groans rubbing his eyes. He looks around for a moment in confusion before casting his gaze on me in a questioning manner. "Were you just…" His eyes fall to his nether regions where he clearly sees the sheets pulled away from where they had previously covered his boxers.
"I am dying for some food. Can you take me to Steak N' Shake please? They are open 24 hours."
"I'm sorry, you wake me up by feeling me up thus turning me on and creating a problem only to say you want food?" Ian asks in disbelief.
I pretend to ponder his statement for a second. "Yup!" I nod my head in agreement.
"Lucy!" Ian shouts incredulously.
"Come on please? I would go myself but I'm not allowed to drive as you very well know. Think of your baby girl," I comment placing my hand on my stomach and pout dramatically. "You wouldn't deprive her of the food she craves, would you?"
"I—, Why did you wake me up that way if you just wanted food?" Ian grumbles running a tired hand through his hair.
"Oh I'll pleasure you when we get back if you want to make up for it." I say passively hoping to get him out of bed. I smile happily when he throws the sheets off of his legs and get up. I crawl on my knees to the edge of the bed to kiss him appreciatively. "Thank you babe."
As Ian is in the bathroom I pull on a pair of sweatpants and stuff my feet in my UGG boots to keep them warm. I retrieve a shirt and pants for Ian and sit them on the bed. Ian throws the clothes on without second thought then we quietly slip downstairs. I walk into the kitchen where Momma keeps her purse to grab her car keys.
Ian, being the wonderful husband he is, didn't gripe or groan once as he followed my directions to where a Steak N' Shake is. I happily munch on my hamburger, curly fries, and chocolate milkshake with whip cream on top. Ian got himself some fries knowing I have a tendency of not sharing when it comes to the food for my cravings.
Once we get back on the highway and I have finished my hamburger I sit the milkshake down in the cup holder. Leaning forward in the seat I unclasp the back of my back of my bra, pull the straps off of my shoulders and slip my bra off skillfully without having to remove my shirt. I toss my bra in the backseat to prevent me from stepping on it and getting it dirty.
"Why did you put a bra on if you had just planned to take it off?" Ian wonders aloud.
"Because I refuse to leave the house without a bra on no matter how much I currently detest wearing them." I explain to him taking a delicious gulp of my milkshake. Mmmmm the peanut butter in it is heaven. Just the right amount.
"But if we are fifteen minutes from the house why don't you just leave it on?"
"When you are 9 months pregnant with large breasts, you'll understand. You never questioned it when I do it all the time back in LA."
Ian chuckles lightheartedly, "That was when we were in our car. Now we're in your mother's car."
I shrug my shoulders not seeing the big deal. We soon arrive back at the house just as I am finishing up my food. Putting all my trash in the brown paper bag I turn my head to Ian as he is shutting off the engine. My left hand strokes his thigh suggestively.
"Come on, I believe I promised you something when we returned."
Ian and I are too consumed in our deliciously dirty thoughts to remember about my bra in the backseat. That night I rewarded Ian for being such a wonderful husband and for all the things he has done for me during this pregnancy.
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