Chapter 27

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I'm sorry about the mess up with chapter 26 a few days ago. FanFic was being weird and wouldn't post it. Be sure to check it out if you couldn't get it to work before!

Lucy's POV

Four days have passed since I gave birth to our little princess. We are still in the hospital for the time being due to a horrible snow storm that didn't lightened up until yesterday morning. We would have been discharged on Tuesday but the storm was far too severe so none of us felt it was safe to try and drive all the way back to my mom's house with Brea in the car leading us to stay in the hospital for a couple extra days.

Unfortunately Ian's parents had to follow through with their flight on Monday because they had to return to work and thus had to beat the storm. Today and part of tomorrow is supposed to be slightly calm weather wise before the snow is predicted to pick back up again and take over all of the East Coast and part of the Mid East – all of Tennessee included. Ian and I don't have much choice than to try and get back home some time tomorrow before things get too bad out. I am extremely weary taking Brea onto such a public place since she is just barely a week old but we unfortunately don't have a choice. I had Ian look into renting a private plane for flying back to LA but the few that were here are already taken by everyone else trying to get out of the state. The earliest flight we could get is for tomorrow at 12:15 in the afternoon.

Momma has been spending most of the day for the past four days up here at the hospital with me and Ian. She is completely captured by Brea just like Ian and I are. She told work she was snowed in and there was no possible way for her to get all the way to work in order to spend some time with us and Brea before we head back. Momma says Brea looks just like I did when I was born. I've caught her silently crying a few times when she's been holding Brea while she thought I had fallen asleep.

Ian is currently back at momma's house picking up some clothes for me to wear home as well as Brea's two outfits so we can get her dressed and bring her back to the house. Ian called me when he got back to their house to tell me the roads had all been plowed and were much safer to drive on than they had been just 12 short hours ago. Thankfully Ian was able to go out after Brea was born to buy a car seat for her since ours is back in LA due to us not expecting Brea to make such an early arrival. Momma was supposed to drive him since he doesn't have a clue where to go when in Memphis, however, she couldn't bring herself to separate herself from her granddaughter. Tim ended up driving Ian and he picked up the same car seat we had picked out for Brea originally.

At the moment I am alone in the room with Brea lying in bed waiting for Ian and my mom to return. I just finished breastfeeding Brea and burped her. That will definitely take some time adjusting to – the breastfeeding. It is such an unusual action yet when I am feeding her it feels incredibly intimate and I am sharing a special moment between me and my daughter that only a mother can experience with her child.

I still feel the pain from birth and I talked to the doctor about it privately as to not stress nor worry Ian about it. The doctor said I will feel the pain for a few days at least since I had no medication for pain therefore feeling ever single aspect of the birth but the pain will dissolve into moderate discomfort. Ian has been trying to do everything he can for me to keep me from "straining myself" or anything else that may cause me pain. Every night when we snuggle together in the single sized hospital bed he has either massaged my lower stomach or my lower back muscles in attempt to ease the ache. He really is doing all he can to take care of me and Brea right now. We haven't had to try and get the other to change a single one of Brea's diapers yet which has been nice. Ian always offers to do it before I can even ask him to bring me a diaper. His explanation is I have to feed her so he can clean her up. It works for me and I sure as hell am not detesting to it! I just wonder how long that feeling of his will last.

My fingers trace up and down Brea's tiny little back as she snuggles against my chest in contentment. I place several kisses to her forehead. I can't get over how perfect she is. She loves to snuggle I've noted so far. She already has Ian wrapped around her itty bitty fingers. The first time she grasped his finger he nearly sobbed he was incredibly ecstatic.

We've had a few moments of her shrill cries but overall she is a relatively calm baby so far, given it's only been four days. Momma said I used to scream my head off when I was a baby so we should be thankful Brea didn't inherit that from me.

"We're going to go to Momma's house too baby girl and then tomorrow Daddy and I are taking you home. I can't wait to take you to your nursery. It's precious, just like you are pumpkin."

"What are you telling our baby?" Ian's lighthearted voice rings through the room softly, followed by Momma.

"That her mommy and daddy are about to take her to her grandparent's house. Hi Momma." Mom says she's going to go down to the cafeteria to get a coffee allowing Ian and me some private time to get ready to leave.

"Mmmm." Ian hums in response. He walks over to the bed to kiss me and Brea. "Do you want to get dressed now or do you want to dress Brea?"

I think for a second before deciding. "I'll get ready then we can decide what we're going to put this little munchkin in." I laugh softly, as does Ian.

Ian takes Brea from me, cradling her to his chest, and hands me the bag of stuff he brought me. I walk into the attached private bathroom in the corner of the room and shut the door softly behind me. I slip into the pair of dark wash jeans and a fresh pair of socks. I slide my feet into the black pair of warm UGG boots to keep my feet warm from this cool tile flooring. Looking in the bag I see he grabbed a few different shirts not sure what I'd want. I decide on a long sleeved maroon top with a scoop down neckline and a flowing torso with a white camisole underneath it.

Since I haven't gotten to properly wash my hair in days I am relieved when I see Ian brought my hair brush along with several hair elastics. Facing the bathroom mirror I brush my hair up into a high ponytail and sigh in contentment at the feeling I always get when I pull my hair up. Once fully dressed I grab the bag and return to the open room. Placing the bag on the bed I can't help but smile at the sight of Ian rocking Brea and talking to her. Slipping up behind him I bury my head between his shoulder blades and twine my arms around his stomach.

"Can you believe how perfect she is?" I murmur into his back.

"No," Ian replies just as softly. "She is even more beautiful than I imagined she'd be."

"I can't wait for us to go home and have her in the nursery. Everything will be official then. Our little baby girl in the house, in the room we have been preparing for months. It's surreal."

"What do you say we get this princess dressed and ready to head out of here?"

"Sounds perfect," I place a lingering kiss to Ian's back before returning to the bed.

I pull out both outfits and sit them on the bed. Ian and I decide to go with the outfit that has the white coat after determining it might be a tad bit warmer for her since it is so bitterly cold outside. Ian puts her socks on her small little feet while I get her onesie ready to slip over her head. We work together to dress her up and before we know it she is ready. I grab my phone off of the little nightstand next to the bed to take several pictures of Brea. Both my phone and Ian's phone are full of pictures and videos of her. Even Momma, she can't stop taking pictures of Brea. Speaking of, I text Momma to let her know we are ready up here. I already took care of all the discharge paperwork this morning when Brea was sleeping.

I sit Brea in her car seat and get her buckled in just right then lean down to kiss her cheek. God she is just so precious. We get the soft fleece blanket tucked around her to keep her body warm then gather the rest of our stuff. I carry the car seat while Ian carries the clothing bag and my purse for me. We meet mom by the front doors and hurry out to the car. I fasten the car seat in the backseat with mom's guidance. Ian and I both sit in the back seat—one on each side of the car seat to watch Brea as we drive to mom's house.

The night went very well. Momma had dug out the old basinet Maggie and I had each slept in when we were babies and set it up in my room for us to use overnight. It had taken me a while to fall asleep due to my desire to keep an eye on Brea. I know Ian and I slept while at the hospital but the nurse, Emmalee, who was working night shifts always came in to check on Brea. Ian told me she knew we were celebrities and she was keeping it quiet to ensure there was no unneeded commotion caused. I guess in the back of my mind I kept thinking, we aren't in the hospital anymore, there isn't anyone to double check on Brea if Ian and I are asleep.

Ian told me it would be okay and there was nothing to worry about. That I needed to get my sleep until Brea would wake us up soon demanding food. As always he knew just what to say to soothe me to sleep. We both slept on our right sides, bodies pressed against each other, watching Brea in the basinet until our own tiredness took over.

The following morning Ian and I rush around making sure we have everything we need to head back to California. We need to leave for the airport in no more than ten minutes. The bags are already in the trunk of Momma's car. All we need to do is get in the car and head out. Tim has the car running to warm it up before we all get in. Brea is dressed in the second outfit Ian and I brought. It works out perfectly that both outfits turned out to be "going home" outfits. She looks beyond adorable with the white little tutu skirt on over her pink onesie and black leggings. When we added her little black with white polka dot coat I couldn't contain my grin at her adorableness. My daughter is just too darn cute.

"You ready baby?" Ian's smooth voice whispers into my ear from behind. His arms twine around my waist hugging me to his body.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go home. We need to go detach Brea from my mom. I don't think she'll want to let go of her."

Ian laughs wholeheartedly. Momma has not spaced herself from Brea since the second she came into the hospital room and saw her. Mom has wanted to play with her, hold her, and just simply gaze at her. As much as I love my mother and I love being home in Memphis, I am ready to take my own family back to LA and start raising Brea, just me and Ian. Mom wanted to do everything for us having fallen into her motherly instincts, but Ian and I need to learn how to take care of Brea and tackle what it takes to raise a baby and that is something we have to do from our own home.

We go to find my mom sitting in the living room on the couch cradling Brea to her chest talking to her.

"Momma?" I say loudly to grasp her attention. She was too entranced by Brea. Ian laughs softly at the sight. He runs his hand up and down my back rhythmically. "Moooommmma." I speak up again in a sing-song voice.

"Hmmm? What dear?"

"It's time to go. I need to put Brea in her car seat and buckle her into the car." I walk across the room to stand in front of my mom. Leaning down I scoop Brea up in my arms and press a kiss to her forehead. "Hi baby girl."

Mom reluctantly gets up from the couch to grab her coat by the door. I fasten Brea into her car seat while Ian gets our coats. Before long we are all sitting in mom's car on our way to the airport. I've already texted Holly to let her know of our flight times and as promised she would be waiting to pick us up. She all but demanded to at least get to hold Brea once before she returns to her own house.

Our plane just landed at LAX. I am incredibly nervous to get off of the plane and walk through the airport. Despite Brea being born early everyone knows about it and it is all that has been talked about in the press for the past few days. We wanted to tell our fans about Brea's birth before someone in the hospital told so the night she was born Ian posted a picture of us in the hospital bed holding Brea that Momma had taken on her phone when we weren't looking. The photo is beautiful. I am leaning forward to kiss her little finger that I was holding. Ian has his arms around me watching Brea in fascination over my shoulder. Ian posted the picture with Brea's full name along with the time she was born.

That is the only photo of Brea that has been posted. I sent some to both Holly and Troian, but that is it. Ian and I had no trouble at the Memphis airport but paparazzi are always hanging all over LAX waiting for different celebrities to come and go. As we unbuckle our seatbelts and prepare to leave the plane I turn my phone on to see a few texts from Holly.

Apparently they somehow found out Ian and I were headed home so they are hanging around the different terminals that we could possibly be at. Due to the hordes of them Holly said she called her husband and had him bring their three sons with him up to LAX. All we want to do is safely get Brea out of the airport and to the house. Pushing through the busy crowds of people and paps at LAX is one things when it is just me, or me and Ian, but it is completely different with involved Brea. She is only a week old and I am not going to let anything happen to her.

I quickly text Holly to let her know we are leaving the plane now. Taking Brea's second blanket from her car seat I pull the cover up over the top half of the seat then use the blanket to cover her up completely. We know they are going to try and get all the pictures of her that they can, however, Ian and I don't want people making money off of her. We aren't going to let them take pictures of her to sell and gain money off of our daughter.

"We're almost home baby girl." Ian and I both give her a kiss before shielding her from the outside world.

Just like when we left the hospital, I carry the car seat close to me while Ian carries my purse and the baby bag with our hands linked together. Walking out of the terminal together I hold my breath the closer we get. Ian's thumb strokes the top of my hand as a little gesture of reminding me everything will be just fine.

As soon as we are out in the open airport I see Holly waiting anxiously for us. She grins widely at us when she sees the three of us. I know she wants to run over and see Brea but she knows we don't want to cause a seen and bring attention to ourselves.

Scurrying over to her she gives us both a big hug and I can tell she is just dying to peek underneath the blanket. It only takes a second before we see the paparazzi headed our way. Shit. Ian stays on my right side, except he moves to wrap his arm around my waist. Holly is on my left and her oldest two sons are behind me while her husband and youngest son are right in front of me guiding us through the groups of people. The paparazzi have realized who it is and are trying to pry at us. They are all shouting trying to get us to let them see Brea.

We are trying to make our way through the airport and finding it not to be an easy task. Ian's about to go over to the baggage claim to gather our bags when Holly tells her oldest son to go with Ian and help him. Holly takes the baby bag and purse from Ian to carry for me to prevent his hands from being full.

"Lucy! Lucy let us see the baby!" Several of them shout hoping to get me to give in with Ian leaving my side.

Not a few seconds after Ian steps away do I feel a hand on my bicep turning me around. It's not Ian. "Let go of me!" I snap at the man who is clearly trying to get the best picture. Holly realizes what's happening and slaps his hand away. Hearing the commotion Ian turns around to see what is unfolding.

Furry runs through my husband and it is clearly evident on his face. Ian yanks the guy around to face him and punches him in the face without hesitation. My mouth drops open and I try not to cause any bigger of a scene than what we have already caused.

"Ian!" I shriek lowly. I can hear Brea start fussing from her car seat at the loud commotion.

"Don't ever touch my wife again. Don't touch any woman again. You take pictures, that's it. Don't overstep when it comes to your 'job'." Ian growls at the man. All of the other paps have backed off, standing away whilst taking pictures and video of the entire encounter.

Ian asks Holly to hurry and get us in the safety of the car because he needs to hurry up and get our bags. We all scurry outside where we don't experience any further trouble thankfully. I get Brea's car seat buckled into the backseat then climb in next to her. Since she has a small backseat Brea and I will be in the back and Ian will sit up front with Holly. She pulls the car up to the doors for Ian, as does her husband in their second car as he waits for their oldest son to exit the airport with Ian.

Thankfully it is only about fifteen additional minutes until Ian comes out the doors with our bags. He comes straight over to the car and puts the bags in the trunk. Once he shuts the trunk Ian opens the door to the backseat where Brea is.

"Is she okay? Are you okay?" The worry in his tone is clear.

"Yeah we're both fine. She was fussing but since we got in the car and its quiet I calmed her down. Are you okay? You didn't have to punch that guy."

Ian nods his head. "Yes I did. He had no right to grab your arm in hopes of getting a glimpse of Brea. I'm just glad you tucked the blanket over the front so he didn't end up getting anything. I love you, no one is going to mess with you or our daughter."

I bite my lip in attempt to contain my wide grin tugging on my lips. Leaning forward I kiss Ian passionately, completely forgetting where we momentarily are. I moan softly when I feel his tongue thrust into my mouth. My hand slips up to hook around his neck keeping his lips crushed against mine.

Holly clears her throat loudly. "The woman keeps waving us on and if I don't leave right now she is going to come after us. Get in the car Harding!" Holly says pretending to be stern.

"I love you, too." I mumble against Ian's lips once we finally separate.

Once we're on the highway I pull the blanket off of the car seat to see Brea looking around for me.

"Hi baby girl. We're going home."

Okay so I wasn't planning to post until Friday but it is my wonderful friend's birthday today. Happy Birthday Ivana. I hope this Lucian and Brea was an okay present. Sorry it isn't smut!

Thank you all so much for the reviews, you all are unbelievably amazing. I can't believe chapter 25 is just two reviews shy of 50. That is crazy! I'm glad everyone is taking a liking to with Brea. The next chapter does have some Holly in it too.

If I am at 764 reviews I'll post next week! :)

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