This is my first ER fic. I'm a big Abby/Luka fan.The story is set after If Not Now. Abby has decided to keep the baby.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Just the DVDs unfortunately.

Luka was on 'til six. That left her four hours to clean the place. She surveyed the wreckage. She could do it. For the most part, Luka was a tidy man and for the most part so was she but his apartment didn't portray that. It was a mess. A huge mess. Cluttered and dusty. Funny, how she hadn't even noticed until recently. They had been so caught up with each other, with their happiness, with the worry … neither of them noticed or cared what state the apartment was in. So, she was going to clean it. All of it. She didn't know why but she felt the urge to do something for him and this would be it. She decided to start in the bedroom, as that was where they occupied most of their time.

Three hours, two loads of laundry, a can of Lysol, half a box of comet and two vacuum bags later she heard a knock on the door. She glanced at her watch, surprised at how fast the time had gone by and realized he was an hour early. Damn. She was almost done. Oh well, she wiped the moistness of her brow and answered the door.

"You're early …" she started and saw the young boy in front of her. Not Luka. Good. Well, sort of. He didn't look happy to see her. Where had she seen him before?

"Alex?" She asked, remembering his name.

"Yeah. Who are you?" He asked glumly and glanced behind her into the apartment. Who was this woman?

"I … uh, I'm Abby." She looked at him, unsure of what to say. Sam's son. Definitely. They had the same eyes. Feisty.

"Hi." She spoke curtly. "Do … do you want to come in?" She asked, glancing at the package he was holding in his arms. He nodded and walked past her as she moved aside to let him in.

"Everything okay?" She asked as she walked down the steps into the living room area. He was just standing there, looking rather bewildered.

"Why is it …so clean?" He asked disgustedly, looking around the apartment critically. Abby pursed her lips.

"Because I cleaned it." She said tersely, as she walked over and picked up the clean laundry that still needed to be folded.

"Why?" He asked her. She groaned inwardly. The kid was just as obnoxious as ever.

"Because it was dirty." She responded, daring him with her eyes. He sighed, as if she was the one being obstinate.

"Well, I liked it better before." He added.

"I'm sure you did." Abby added and watched him curiously out of the corner of her eye, as he made his way to the kitchen. It was clear he knew his way around the place.

"Luka'll be home in about an hour …" she began.

"I put the pie in the refrigerator." He informed her, and casually, draped himself in the recliner across from her.

"It's Dutch apple. Luka's favorite." He continued.

"That was very thoughtful of you." She replied. He was a smart kid. She looked up and saw him gazing at her thoughtfully. His face immediately hardened when she caught his eye.

"I'm gonna take a shower." She said, standing up. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"So, uh …" she continued.

"Don't worry. I won't make a mess." His eyes teased her. She smiled despite herself. He was trying so hard to test her. She picked up the laundry hamper and made her way past him.

"Mom and Luka used to have sex in the shower all the time." Abby stopped in her tracks, trying hard not to laugh out loud. She had to hand it to him though. He was tenacious.

"It's a good thing I cleaned it then, huh?" She smiled, without turning around.

She should have gone once she was dressed but part of her didn't want to leave Alex alone. He looked like he spent a lot of time alone. So she had stayed. Stayed and endured the casual, snippy remarks of his. He was clever if nothing else. They decided to play chess. Abby didn't even know Luka had a chess set and Alex seemed pleased about it. She was surprised at how good he was. A veritable opponent. And so they forged a very precarious friendship over coke and chess. They were arguing over the validity of one of his moves when they heard voices and a key unlocking the door.

"Hey mom!" Alex exclaimed and hugged Sam as she and Luka walked through the door together, carrying groceries. Abby gazed at the three of them, so picture perfect. Luka messed with Alex's hair and took Sam's coat. They were so comfortable together. All of them.

"I kicked Abby's ass … er, butt." He corrected himself glancing at his mother. "At chess." He grinned. Abby stood up tentatively. She caught Luka's eye. Nothing. Silence. She couldn't read him. Sam, looked at her, uneasy. This was not what she had intended. She raked a hand through her hair and took a few steps forward. She forced a smile at Alex: he really was a very sweet boy underneath it all, and bravely looked Sam in the eye.

"Have a nice dinner." She spoke, coolly. She was surprised at how calm her voice sounded out loud. She looked up at Luka. He gazed at her with an unknown expression on his face.

"See ya." She spoke softly. His eyes dropped to the floor and he nodded.

She cringed as she heard the door click shut behind her.

She had fallen asleep on the sofa, exhausted. She had been working hard all day long. The news hummed in the background, a siren blared in the distance and she dozed. Knocking. She heard knocking. The hell? Groggily she answered the door and squinted. The light from the hallway was too bright. She heard his laugh.

"Luka?" She asked, still stuck in between coherence and sleep. He chuckled again and brushed past her.

"Do you always answer the door half naked?" He grinned. Abby yawned and closed the door. Confusedly she looked down at herself. Sure enough. She wasn't wearing any pants. She had taken off her shoes and jeans but had fallen asleep before completing the task of changing. He chuckled again and she looked up at him sleepily trying to remember why she should be mad at him.

"I brought leftovers." He said, holding out his peace offering.

"Hmm." She murmured and crossed back to her couch. God, she was tired.

"Damn, Luka what the hell is that? Rotting cat?" She winced as she caught a whiff of the foul smelling food in the bag. It was enough to make her hurl. He pulled the bag back and brought his nose to it.

"It's just spaghetti." He said and then grinned.

"You should think about cleaning this place." He smirked. "It looks like a pig's house." She looked up and glared at him.

"Sty, Luka and you're one to talk." She sat back down on the couch. Why was she so tired?

"I could have gotten a house-keeper to do it." He added more seriously. Abby looked up at him, her brow furled ever-so-slightly.

"Thank you." He added upon seeing her face.

"It smells like you now." He grinned and sat down next to her, careful to set down the bag with the spaghetti far away from her. She smiled softly and cocked her head.

"Is that a good thing?" She wondered.

"A very good thing." He replied and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I should have told you about the dinner." He spoke, remorsefully.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I'm sorry." They sat in comfortable silence.

"Alex likes you." He spoke.

"You surprised?" She asked, teasing.

"A little." He added.

"Why? I'm terribly charming you know."

"Oh, I know." He smiled. They snuggled. She curled up and laid her head on his chest. He inhaled the scent of her. He felt peaceful and content.

"Abby?" He asked after a while.

"What?" She growled.

"Sorry." He answered. "You angry?" She seemed so.

"No." She added, still irked. "It's just late and I'm on in the morning."

"Abby, it's nine thirty." He tweaked her hair.

"Seriously?" She asked, genuinely surprised. She turned around and checked the clock, sure enough. It was only nine thirty.

"First trimester fatigue getting to you?" He grinned sheepishly and nuzzled her neck.

"Shut up." She smacked his leg. "And no. It's not … I'm just a little tired that's all."

"Oh, right. I'm so sure." He teased, still nibbling behind her earlobe.

"You awake enough to fool around?" he murmured in her ear. She laughed out loud. Turning her head to meet his, their lips met tenderly. His lips were soft and inviting. He hungrily kissed her deeper. Devilishly she pulled away.

"I don't know." She dead-panned as she pried herself out of his arms. "I'm pretty spent." She stood up and grinned at him. His gaze lowered to her bare legs. God, she had great legs.

"I spent all day cleaning without so much as a proper thank you." She continued as she ambled over to her bedroom. He quickly got to his feet and followed her. He finally caught her and grabbed a hold of her waist as she got to her bedroom door. He pressed himself against her from behind. His head buried deep into her neck.

"I guess I'll have to make it up to you." He whispered hoarsely. He kissed the sensitive area on her neck and collarbone. She sighed loudly. The hand around her waist drifted upwards to her breasts. They were already hyper-aware thanks to her pregnancy. He merely had to brush against them and it sent bolts of electricity coursing through her body.

"Ss … sounds like a fair trade." She murmured. Her head was spinning with desire. How did he have this power over her?

She slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around her neck. She stood on her tip-toes to reach him. He crushed his mouth against her and scooped her up from behind. Tenderly he carefully laid her down on the bed beneath him. Her hair sprawled behind her in an enticing halo. He groaned as she pulled him closer. She was too delicious for words.

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