The next morning Ian woke up, finding Emily sound asleep, curled up next to him. Getting out of bed he decided to make the two of them breakfast and wake her once it was ready. She needed the extra sleep.

Making her, her favourite tiramisu crepes he hoped they would at least perk her up a bit today. Seeing Emily sick yesterday had made him quite sad. He'd never felt so much over a woman before, it was like Emily was his destiny. Finishing up the crepes he got himself a coffee and her a glass of water, knowing that lately she hadn't really been drinking much coffee and if her stomach still felt fragile she'd rather a glass of water.

Taking the plates of breakfast upstairs he noticed she had woke up. "How are you feeling today?" He asked. "I made you your favourite breakfast" he continued, waiting for her to sit up before handing her the food and sitting down next to her with his own plate.

"Thanks Ian. I still don't feel great, but I think it's getting better." She responded, not really sure if she wanted to eat but gingerly starting to, not wanting to waste the food Ian had made the effort to make for her.

"I'm glad your at least a little better." He responded between mouthfuls of his own food. "I don't need to work today so I'm all yours."

"That's great Ian. I'm not really feeling up for going out so could we just have a movie day?" She asked, hoping he'd be alright with that.

"Sure. But we can't watch chick flicks all day, ok?"

"Sure, I don't really like many chick flicks anyway." She responded, smiling. She was glad he seemed to understand her so much. Maybe it was time to tell him. He would find out sooner or later anyway.

Finishing about half of her breakfast she decided she couldn't eat anymore and put the plate Down on the bedside table. "Can't eat anymore?" Ian asked, knowing it was unusual for her to leave tiramisu crepes.

"No."

"Could you pass the plate over to me, I'll eat what you've left."

"Sure" she responded, passing the plate to him before sighing. "Ian..."

"what is it honey?" He asked, noticing some hesitation in her voice.

"I need to tell you something..." She started, worrying about how he'd react.

"go ahead." He told her, paying her his full attention.

"I'm pregnant." She finally told him.

"Your what? How?" He asked, his initial reaction being shock.

"I don't know. I thought we'd taken the correct precautions but apparently the universe wants me to have a baby." She replied. "Your not going to leave me, are you?" She asked, voicing her true fears.

"If I left you I may have to kill you and I couldn't do that. I love you too much to back out now." He replied honestly. "This could be dangerous though, bringing a child into our world. You understand that, right?"

"I understand." She responded. Relived that he didn't send her packing, or even worse. Kill her.

"Good." He responded "how far along are you?" He asked.

"7 weeks." She responded sighing.

"The universe really does want us to have a baby." He replied.

Emily laughed a little, her worry from the past week gone.

"One more thing..." Ian added.

"what?"

"I want you to get some pre natel care set up." He told her.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief, she thought it would be something bad. "sure, I'll see a doctor tomorrow." She told him, already having an appointment booked for the next day. "Can I asked you something?"

"sure em. What is it?"

"Do you want a baby?"

"yes. Yes I do." He replied honestly. "I love you em, and I will love our child"

Emily almost teared up at this, partly out of shock and relief but also because no one had ever been so understanding and loving towards her before. "What movie do you want to watch?" She asked, changing the topic to avoid tears.

"Do you like Harry Potter?" He asked her.

"I love it!" Emily exclaimed.

"Alright well let's have a Harry Potter day then." He responded.

"Sounds great!" Emily responded as Ian got up to get his Harry Potter dvd's, putting the first one in the player before getting back into bed with Emily, holding her close.

They watched Harry Potter all day, Ian comforting Emily and helping her hide her eyes from the screen during the second movie where the basilisk seemed to scare her.

"I didn't take you as one to be scared of snakes." He said gently after the second movie had finished.

"I'm not, not normal sized ones anyway. Just that thing. It's scared me ever since the book came out." She responded, feeling slightly embarrassed as she was scared of a fictional creature.

"Ah ok. You ready for the third movie?" He asked.

"Yep! I'm ready!" She exclaimed, the third one being one of her favourites despite being a little on the creepy side