(Editing) On a date with Ian Somerhalder

41. Telling him

Lisa's POV

I stared at the results that meant everything to me.
I held two positives in my hand.
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I'm pregnant.

Tears rolled down my eyes but I had no idea why I was beginning to cry.

"Oh babe, don't worry. You have Ian. Nothing will go wrong." Emily tried to console.

"I'm not crying because I'm sad." I replied. "It's because I'm happy ems."

I stood up and started jumping.

"Emily! I'm pregnant!" I yelled laughing.

I was pregnant. I have something growing inside of me.
I was going to be a mother. Ian was going to be a father.

Ian..

I stopped jumped and sat down.

"Ian." I murmured. "What if he doesn't want the baby?"

That was the question that hurt me deep down inside.

"Liz, he proposed. Which means he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and have kids with you. He wants this."

I smiled and looked up at her. Emily sat beside me, and I gave her the tightest hug I could give.

"Thanks Emily." I said

We spent the rest of the day watching movies about marriage, both of us laughing.
We both promised to help each other in both our weddings and promised not to evoke bridezillas.

At around 5pm, I decided to go home and tell Ian. I grabbed both of the pregnancy tests.
I entered my apartment to find Ian in the kitchen, trying to cook.
I stood there just watching him curse as he got angry.

"Shit..." he yelled. "What the hell is rosemary? I have so many herbs... damn it!"

I laughed silently as he spoke to himself.

I'm marrying this man.

"Where is it? god damn you Martha Stewart" he sighed. "You were supposed to show me how to make a lovely couples dinner. All I made was crap, just like you."

That's when I couldn't hold it anymore. I broke down laughing.

"You... I.. oh my god Ian!" I laughed walking towards him.
He was pouting which looked so adorable.

"Babe, calm down." I smiled.

"No. I wanted to surprise you with a perfect dinner." He frowned. "I can't even make you your favorite dish."

I pulled Ian away from the stove and closed the fire. Ian fell to his knees and put his head in his hands.

"Why the hell do you want to marry someone who can't even cook?" he asked.

He's insecure. Why is he?
Doesn't he know he's more than enough for me. He's everything I want and need?

I sat down on the floor infront of him thinking of all the answers.

"That's what marriage is. Someone who can do something, that the other person can't. Ian, I'm marrying you because I love you. I love you because you're sweet, and you trying to make diner for me is proof." I smiled.

Ian head lifted and he smiled a genuine smile.
I moved closer so that I was sitting between his legs.

"Why don't you leave the cooking to me in the future?" I laughed.

"But I want to help." He pouted.

He knew I couldn't resist that pout.
I smiled and kissed him softly, grabbing at his hair. It was a sweet and soft kiss but it showed him how much love I felt for him.