In late April, Abby had had enough of being pregnant.
“I feel like an overstuffed turkey,” she told Ian one night.
He had been gone the whole day on set and she was on maternity leave. Needless to say, she was bored. She tried everything to get the baby to want to come sooner. Her C-section was happening May 6th, only 2 weeks away, so she was considered full term. The doctor told them that the baby could come at any time.
She walked, or waddled, around the neighborhood, rubbed her belly, even talked to it trying to coax it out.
“You look amazing,” Ian said. She had put on a little weight but mostly in her belly and breasts. “I know you don’t feel it, but you are sexy as hell.”
Abby rolled her eyes.
“Look at me,” he said lifting her chin. “You look gorgeous and if I could I would make love to you every day.”
She smiled. Their love making had stalled.
“Well,” Abby said grabbing a book Candice had given her. “We could try a few of these out.”
Ian’s eyes went wide. It was a Kama sutra book for pregnant couples.
“Let me guess. Candice gave it to you.”
Abby nodded. Candice knew how physical they liked to be. “Fuck like rabbits,” to use her term.
“I’m game if you are,” Ian wiggled his eyebrows.
Abby shrugged and turn to walk away. Ian took her arm and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Abby said. “I read that sex can sometimes bring on labor.”
Ian nodded. He didn’t want to do anything to endanger the baby.
“Ian, I’m joking! I have been trying all day to induce labor.”
“You just want to have sex,” he said laughing.
She shook her head. “That too but I’m serious. I took a long walk, talked to my belly and even tried the raspberry leaf tea but she isn’t budging,”
Ian’s face went from a smile to a look of concern.
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“I’m not! I can’t stand it anymore. I am tired all the time and the doctor said if the baby were to come now, she would be perfectly healthy.”
“You don’t know that Abby!” How can you think that? What if you’d gone into labor and had to have an emergency C-section and something went wrong.”
He had taken her arms, gripping too tightly and shaking her.
He saw the fear in her eyes.
“Get. Out.” she said.
“Abby, please. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
She paused on the staircase. “That’s what Aaron said.
Ian scrubbed his hand over his face.
“Beautiful...”
Abby continued up the stairs, into their bathroom and locked the door. Once inside, she broke down. Her arms hurt where Ian had held and shook her. She rubbed them. Abby had made a promise to herself that if any man ever hurt her again, she was out the door.
She got out her phone and texted Torrey.
- Can I stay with you tonight?
She waited. The phone beeped almost immediately.
- Of course. Are you ok?
- No. Ian hurt me.
- What do you mean?
- He got angry with me and started shaking me.
Carry on my wayward son…
“Hello,” Abby said.
“Abby,” Torrey said her voice full of concern. “Do you need me to come get you?”
“Actually, yeah. Just in case.”
“I’m on my way.”
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Abby, please talk to me. I’m sorry.”
She opened the door. Her face broke his heart. She’d clearly been crying.
“Ian, I have nothing to say to you.”
She went to the closet, pulling out a few pairs of jeans and tops along with her overnight bag.
“Where are you going?” Ian asked scared.
“Torrey’s. I need to think.”
Ian looked confused. “About what? I said I’m sorry. I would never hurt you.”
Abby whirled on him. “Really Ian? Because you just did,” she spat.
“Please, Beautiful…”
“Don’t,” she said putting up her hand. “Ian, I told myself after Aaron if any man put his hands on me again, I would leave. I’m sorry,” she said tearing up.
“Abby. It was a mistake. You know I love you and would never hurt you intentionally. Please,” he begged. “Don’t leave.”
Abby went into the bathroom, taking her toothbrush and prenatal vitamins. She tossed them into her bag and zipped it.”
“I’m sorry Ian, but I need to think.”
She carried her bag down the stairs and placed it by the door. She also took her phone charger and her journal.
A car pulled into the driveway. Torrey and Paul got out and hurried to the door. Abby opened it and Torrey scowled at Ian.
If looks could kill he thought.
Paul took Abby’s bag and placed it in the car.
“I’m going to stay with Ian,” Paul said.
Abby nodded. She needed Torrey and Ian would need Paul.
“Goodbye Ian” Abby said sadly, walking out the door.
“Please Abby, don’t…”
Abby shut the car door behind her, drowning out what Ian was saying.
“You ok?” Torrey asked.
Abby shook her head no. “Please, let’s just go.”
“What the hell happened?” Paul asked. “I only got part of the story.”
Ian explained what Abby said and what had happened.
“I can understand why you’d be concerned brother, I really do. But…”Paul trailed off.
“I never should have touched her,” Ian finished.
Paul nodded. “Let’s go grab a beer.”
Paul and Ian went to Jillian’s and were surprised to see some of the TVD cast and crew there. This wasn’t their usual place.
Candice was there with Zach, Steven, Julie, Kevin and Nina. Ian decided to avoid them and headed straight for the bar with Paul. They drank beer after beer in silence. Finally Ian spoke.
“I love her Paul.”
“I know.”
“I can’t lose her.”
“Can’t lose who?” Candice had walked up to them and caught the end of their conversation.
“Have you checked your phone recently,” Ian asked snidely, knowing Abby would have a least texted Candice.
“Shit! My phone,” she said going back to the group and searching through her purse.
Ian watched her as her face went from smiling to furious.
Here we go he thought when she saw her striding back to them.
“Ian Joseph Somerhalder, what did you do?” she yelled.
“Shh,” Ian said. No one seemed to notice or care.
“I fucked up royally.” He told her the same story he told Paul.
“I can’t believe you,” Candice said. “You know what happened to her with that bastard Aaron. Now you went and did this?”
Ian took a shot. “Do not compare me to him,” he said threateningly. He was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.
“Paul, Ian, what are you guys doing here,” Zach asked. “Why don’t you come play some pool with us?”
Ian took another shot. He couldn’t just sit there.
“Why not?” Ian said.
“Ian,” Paul said. “You sure you want to do that?”
Ian took another shot. “Yup,” he said popping the p.
He got up and went over to play pool. Paul and Candice followed.
“Hey Ian,” Nina said. “Where’s your worse half?” Nina had clearly been drinking.
“Might not have one after tonight.”
“Trouble in paradise,” Nina asked flirtatiously.
Normally he would tell her to go fuck herself, but tonight he was feeling reckless.
“You have no idea,” he said giving her his signature smirk.
“Ian,” Paul said seeing what was happening. “Maybe we should go.”
Ian shook his head, taking a swig of Nina’s beer. “I’m staying. You can go,” he said as if dismissing him.
“Fine,” Paul said angrily. “I’ll go see if your wife is ok.”
“You do that,” Ian said lining up his shot.
Paul sighed.
“I’m coming with you,” Candice said. “She needs friends right now.”
Candice told Zach to keep an eye on Ian and she and Paul left.
“So what happened with Abby?” Zach asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said sinking his balling into the corner pocket. “So what are we playing for?” he asked.
It was Ian and Zach against Nina and Steven.
“Loser has to do whatever the winner says,” Steven said and Nina smiled.
“Sounds good,” Ian said.
Nina made every effort to stand as close to Ian as possible. When the game was over, Zach and Ian had lost.
“Hmm, what should we make them do?” Steven asked Nina.
“I know what I want Ian to do,” Nina said.
“And what might that be?” Ian sighed; he knew he shouldn’t have allowed this.
“Not what you’re thinking,” she said. She had sobered up. “I want to see your house. I’m the only one that hasn’t been invited over,” she pouted.
“Fine, let’s go. But you have to drive. I don’t have my car and I’m too drunk.”
“No problem,” she said cheerfully.
Zach pulled him aside. “Are you sure about this man?”
Ian waved him off. It’s not like she asked me to sleep with her he thought.
Steven made Zach buy drinks for the entire place as his bet.
Ian fumbled with the keys. Opening the door to his house, he was glad Abby wasn’t there to see him. Especially with Nina.
“Nice place,” she said when he turned on the lights. “Very white picket fence.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “If you’re just going to insult my home, you can leave.”
“No, no,” she said. “I really like it. Great fireplace,” she said walking into the living room. “Are the bedrooms upstairs?”
“Yeah.”
“Lead the way,” she said with a hint of something in her voice.
Ian showed her the spare bedrooms and the nursery but quickly closed the door. He couldn’t think about it.
“Is this your room?” Nina asked opening the door.
“Yup.”
She walked further in, sitting on the bed, crossing her legs. The green shirt she had on was just low enough to see the top of her black bra.
Ian found himself wondering what it looked like.
“See something you like Somerhalder?” Nina asked.
Fuck yeah Ian thought realizing how hard he’d become. Sex had become rare with Abby and he was desperate.
Nina got off the bed and stripped off her shirt.
Lace Ian thought.
She walked over to him. “Come on Somerhalder,” she said cupping him, moving her hand up and down.
“Nina, I can’t,” he stammered but his body had taken over his brain.
“No one has to know,” Nina whispered kissing his neck.
“I…oh fuck it,” Ian said kissing her hard on the lips.
Their tongues met and he backed her into the wall. He trailed kisses down her long neck and nuzzled between her breasts.
There was a small voice in the back of his head telling him this was wrong but he ignored it.
Nina held his head between her breasts as he quickly ripped off her jeans, kneeling in front of her. He pulled off his shirt. Nina braced herself against the wall as he kissed her stomach.
Her stomach is not right he thought.
“Fuck Ian,” Nina moaned.
He took down her panties and pushed her legs apart, devouring her core.
“Na,” she moaned.
That isn’t right either he thought. She tasted wrong.
He stood back up and pushed into her with his fingers, pulling at her nipples making her hiss.
“Fuck me Ian. Fuck me baby.”
He pulled down his pants and briefs and pushed into her hard, slamming her against the wall.
“On the bed,” Nina moaned.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he dropped her onto the bed. Crawling on top of her he fucked her hard and she came screaming his name. He rode out his own orgasm.
When he finally looked at Nina, he came to his senses.
Oh my God, what have I done?
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