I do not own any of the characters except Bailey Carter, Jonathan Truman
Carter IV and Anja Kovac.
This is a totally AU fic told through the eyes of Abby and Carter's sixteen year old daughter. Howver, this is not a Carby - I am not a carby fan. I am a Luby through and through. So...Abby and Luka are together and have a nine month old daughter named Anja. Carter is with Lucy and they have a thirteen year old son, Jonathan Truman Carter IV. Dave never left, Mark never died, as you may have gathered, Lucy never died.
Please review but be nice! Any suggestions welcome. Also, I don't know much about the medical stuff so anyone who could give me a hand with that...the help would be welcome.
That having been said - Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE - MY LIFE SO FAR
Mum says I have to go and spend the weekend with dad. There's some important Carter family event or something and, a.p.u, I have to go to it and pretend like I care, like I'm proud to be a Carter. But they're all so hypocritical. They have all the balls for charities and act like, even though they have money, they are down-to-earth, model citizens, when really it's to show off all their money. Sure, the charities they do it for are good, but their reasons aren't.
Dad doesn't like Luka Kovac, my step-dad, and, whenever I spend time with him, makes snotty comments about things Luka has done or said in the past, or how he treated someone at work, which isn't fair, 'cause I like Luka, love him even, he treats me like his own daughter. Dad doesn't like him because he says Luka 'stole mum away from him' which is total crap. See, firstly, mum and Luka dated before mum and dad got together, and mum never stopped loving him, and never truly loved dad. And, on the subject of stealing, dad was sleeping with another doctor, Susan Lewis. She left soon after it was all found out.
Mum and dad were divorced when I was two. Dad had been sleeping with Susan for almost two years. Mum said it was a good thing because all they ever did was fight. That is, when dad was home, which, wasn't often. Towards the end they were barely ever home at the same time, arranging their shifts so they wouldn't be.
Anyway, after Luka returned from Africa, dad in tow, and after he recovered from his bought of malaria, mum and Luka re-found each other, and discovered that they'd loved each other the entire time. They were surprised, but, other than dad, no one else was. It seemed they all already knew and had bets on when they'd stop being idiots and get back together. They were married last year, I was mum's maid of honour, with Lucy Knight and Chuni as bridesmaids. Luka's best friend Dave Malucci was best man. I like Dave, he's been around pretty much all the time, sorta like my honourary uncle. He works at the hospital with all four of my parents.
Yup, all four. When I was thirteen, Dad married Lucy Knight, even though they'd been together ever since he and mum got divorced. I like Lucy, she's sweet and very funny and sometimes takes me shopping. Her and mum get on well, which shocked us all, but that's the way it happened. When I was three years old, my half-brother, Jonathan Truman Carter IV, was born. He's thirteen now and he's just like dad. Ignorant, stuck up his own ass, and annoying. He looks like Lucy though, fair hair and big blue eyes, so he looks so angelic, totally opposite to me.
I look like Mum. Straight brown hair and hazel eyes, short and thin. I don't mind looking like mum. I think she's beautiful. So does Luka, you can tell he thinks it every time he looks at her, or a picture of her, or someone even says the name 'Abby'. They make a gorgeous couple, do Luka and mum. She's so small, only five foot five, and he's so tall, six foot four last time I checked. And, of course, Luka's so handsome, with his jet back hair that curls at the back of his neck and deep brown eyes. Course, I don't have a crush on Luka, that'd be sick, he's my step-dad. More and more like my dad these days.
A year and a half ago, mum and Luka made an announcement. They were pregnant. Well, actually, mum was the pregnant one. Then nine months later, almost ten months ago, Anja was born. I love Anja so much, she's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen. She's really little, like mum, but she has lots of dark hair, like Luka, and dark brown eyes, like Luka, and olive skin, like Luka. Mum and Luka let me name her. I wanted her to have Croatian names, which is where Luka is from, and makes her sound so much more exotic and interesting. So I chose, Anja, which is just a lovely name, Marija, after Luka's mother, who is so cool, and Jasna, after Luka's little daughter. Anja Marija Jasna Kovac. So much better than my name. Bailey Liza Carter. I wanted to change my named to Carter-Kovac, but, surprise, surprise, dad wouldn't let me.
So now we come to the present day. It's April 19th 2003, six days after my sixteenth birthday. Right now I'm sitting in my room, putting the finishing touches to my purple painted nails. I haven't seen dad for a month of so, 'cause him, Lucy and John Jr, Jr, Jr, or whatever, have been away. That's why I have to spend this weekend with him. Well, next weekend. Today is Saturday, and I'm about to go bug Luka for a lift to the mall so I can meet up with my friends. Mum is giving Anja a bath, I can hear her giggling and splashing about. As I go out my room and go past the bathroom, I smile at them. Mum smiles back and blows me a kiss. I blow one back and Anja giggles excitedly.
"Bye bye Anja," I say, waving at her.
"Bailey," the baby replies.
I can tell today is going to be good. That's the first time Anja's ever said my name. Mum claps and hugs Anja, kissing her pudgy, baby cheek. I go in a kiss her dark hair. It smells like strawberries, like mums.
"Have fun today hun," says Mum.
"You too."
"Call when you want picking up."
"Yes mum."
Mum and Luka are pretty leniant. They let me do a lot of stuff. One of their only rules - I have to call. As long as I call I'm okay.
This is a totally AU fic told through the eyes of Abby and Carter's sixteen year old daughter. Howver, this is not a Carby - I am not a carby fan. I am a Luby through and through. So...Abby and Luka are together and have a nine month old daughter named Anja. Carter is with Lucy and they have a thirteen year old son, Jonathan Truman Carter IV. Dave never left, Mark never died, as you may have gathered, Lucy never died.
Please review but be nice! Any suggestions welcome. Also, I don't know much about the medical stuff so anyone who could give me a hand with that...the help would be welcome.
That having been said - Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE - MY LIFE SO FAR
Mum says I have to go and spend the weekend with dad. There's some important Carter family event or something and, a.p.u, I have to go to it and pretend like I care, like I'm proud to be a Carter. But they're all so hypocritical. They have all the balls for charities and act like, even though they have money, they are down-to-earth, model citizens, when really it's to show off all their money. Sure, the charities they do it for are good, but their reasons aren't.
Dad doesn't like Luka Kovac, my step-dad, and, whenever I spend time with him, makes snotty comments about things Luka has done or said in the past, or how he treated someone at work, which isn't fair, 'cause I like Luka, love him even, he treats me like his own daughter. Dad doesn't like him because he says Luka 'stole mum away from him' which is total crap. See, firstly, mum and Luka dated before mum and dad got together, and mum never stopped loving him, and never truly loved dad. And, on the subject of stealing, dad was sleeping with another doctor, Susan Lewis. She left soon after it was all found out.
Mum and dad were divorced when I was two. Dad had been sleeping with Susan for almost two years. Mum said it was a good thing because all they ever did was fight. That is, when dad was home, which, wasn't often. Towards the end they were barely ever home at the same time, arranging their shifts so they wouldn't be.
Anyway, after Luka returned from Africa, dad in tow, and after he recovered from his bought of malaria, mum and Luka re-found each other, and discovered that they'd loved each other the entire time. They were surprised, but, other than dad, no one else was. It seemed they all already knew and had bets on when they'd stop being idiots and get back together. They were married last year, I was mum's maid of honour, with Lucy Knight and Chuni as bridesmaids. Luka's best friend Dave Malucci was best man. I like Dave, he's been around pretty much all the time, sorta like my honourary uncle. He works at the hospital with all four of my parents.
Yup, all four. When I was thirteen, Dad married Lucy Knight, even though they'd been together ever since he and mum got divorced. I like Lucy, she's sweet and very funny and sometimes takes me shopping. Her and mum get on well, which shocked us all, but that's the way it happened. When I was three years old, my half-brother, Jonathan Truman Carter IV, was born. He's thirteen now and he's just like dad. Ignorant, stuck up his own ass, and annoying. He looks like Lucy though, fair hair and big blue eyes, so he looks so angelic, totally opposite to me.
I look like Mum. Straight brown hair and hazel eyes, short and thin. I don't mind looking like mum. I think she's beautiful. So does Luka, you can tell he thinks it every time he looks at her, or a picture of her, or someone even says the name 'Abby'. They make a gorgeous couple, do Luka and mum. She's so small, only five foot five, and he's so tall, six foot four last time I checked. And, of course, Luka's so handsome, with his jet back hair that curls at the back of his neck and deep brown eyes. Course, I don't have a crush on Luka, that'd be sick, he's my step-dad. More and more like my dad these days.
A year and a half ago, mum and Luka made an announcement. They were pregnant. Well, actually, mum was the pregnant one. Then nine months later, almost ten months ago, Anja was born. I love Anja so much, she's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen. She's really little, like mum, but she has lots of dark hair, like Luka, and dark brown eyes, like Luka, and olive skin, like Luka. Mum and Luka let me name her. I wanted her to have Croatian names, which is where Luka is from, and makes her sound so much more exotic and interesting. So I chose, Anja, which is just a lovely name, Marija, after Luka's mother, who is so cool, and Jasna, after Luka's little daughter. Anja Marija Jasna Kovac. So much better than my name. Bailey Liza Carter. I wanted to change my named to Carter-Kovac, but, surprise, surprise, dad wouldn't let me.
So now we come to the present day. It's April 19th 2003, six days after my sixteenth birthday. Right now I'm sitting in my room, putting the finishing touches to my purple painted nails. I haven't seen dad for a month of so, 'cause him, Lucy and John Jr, Jr, Jr, or whatever, have been away. That's why I have to spend this weekend with him. Well, next weekend. Today is Saturday, and I'm about to go bug Luka for a lift to the mall so I can meet up with my friends. Mum is giving Anja a bath, I can hear her giggling and splashing about. As I go out my room and go past the bathroom, I smile at them. Mum smiles back and blows me a kiss. I blow one back and Anja giggles excitedly.
"Bye bye Anja," I say, waving at her.
"Bailey," the baby replies.
I can tell today is going to be good. That's the first time Anja's ever said my name. Mum claps and hugs Anja, kissing her pudgy, baby cheek. I go in a kiss her dark hair. It smells like strawberries, like mums.
"Have fun today hun," says Mum.
"You too."
"Call when you want picking up."
"Yes mum."
Mum and Luka are pretty leniant. They let me do a lot of stuff. One of their only rules - I have to call. As long as I call I'm okay.