Will We Ever Be The Same?

Urgent

Lucy POV

"Let's go and see how our baby is." Ian smiled and got out the car. How can he be so positive throughout this whole thing? I got out the car, took his hand and walked towards the hospital. I had dark blue jeans, a strapless purple flowly top on and black heeled boots on. Ian had dark jeans on and a simple red shirt on.

"Oh my, God. Look at all the paparazzi. There are millions of them." I told Ian as I started to walk slower.

"Well my sun glasses are in your bag and so are yours. Just block them out." I reached into my bag and passed Ian his black sunglasses which he carelessly threw in my bag the other day when we were driving to set and I rummaged through the bag until I found mine which where under absolutely everything.

We got really close to the entrance but when the sound of my heels hitting the ground as we walked closer caught one of the guys' attention, and when he turned around he knew exactly who we were. Shit.

I sped up and I held Ian's hand even tighter. All the flashes in my face. Not like we weren't used to it but it's not like I want pictures of us being plastered on the internet of us going in and out of the hospital. I shielded my face with my hand and looked to the ground so I knew where I was going. I walked pretty much glued to Ian's side as he asked every second guy who was in our way to excuse us while we walked by them.

...

After sitting it the room receiving a new picture and told they'll be in touch we were allowed to leave. 'Its only a matter of weeks. The baby is becoming too heavy for the cord to handle. I'm sorry.'

This is just going to get worse. One of the nurses let us out the bottom side door so we weren't bombarded by all the cameras while we walked back to our car.

"Ian can we just go back home. I don't think I have my script." I asked him as I hid behind my dark tinted sun glasses.

"I have mine. You can use that."

"But mines have my notes on it. I'll be in and out in a second."

"Okay. But you'll have to be fast because it's already half past nine."

...

I got in the house probably about five minutes ago but I can't seem to pull myself to get back out. I just don't want to go work. I walked up to the bedroom to lay on the bed for a minute. I heard the front door close and Ian running upstairs.

"Why are you lying down? We are going to be so late." Ian said while walking in the room.

"Don't want to move." I rolled over to my side so I wasn't facing Ian when a wave of sickness came upon me and I ran to the bathroom slamming the door behind me. Ew. I hate being sick. I heard the door open but I never even turned my head. I was too occupied being vomiting.

Ian POV

I leaned over Lucy while holding her hair out her face as she emptied her stomach. "Ian, get out I don't want you seeing me like this." She said as she pulled herself into a tight ball on the bathroom floor.

"Lucy. What does it matter? I've seen you much worse than this." I asked as I crouched down to her level.

"Maybe looking worse but not feeling worse." She sobbed.

"Talk to me." I put my hands on her knees but she jumped and leaped up obviously not wanting me to comfort her.

"I don't want to talk about it!" She bawled, but because we were standing in the bathroom it echoed which made it sound that bit more louder.