A short drabble from Abigail's POV, based on a quote from Sex and the City. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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The wind was stinging her cheeks as Abigail Chaffee walked down a street in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Winter was her favorite time of the year, mostly because of all of the holidays and family get-togethers. She could almost smell the honey baked ham her mother always cooked, and the hot cocoa she loved to drink every night.

But with those fond memories came regret. Regret over losing someone she loved dearly and not being able to truly let him go, even though he had moved on long ago.

She was so enveloped in her thoughts that she didn't see a man crossing the street until she looked up and saw his face.

Marshall…

He was just as handsome as she remembered, and he was wrapped up in a thick winter jacket. He saw her, and a sweet smile graced his features.

"Hey, Abigail." He stopped in front of her.

Her sharp eyes caught the glint of a wedding band on his left hand, and a gust of wind blew his jacket open just enough for her to get a glimpse of a tiny face and dark hair beneath a little blue cap.

Marshall noticed her stare. "This is Sam," he explained, but he made no move to open his jacket any further. His jacket protected his boy from the wind that was quickly picking up.

Abigail nodded, almost breathless. Clearly her leaving had been the best thing for Marshall. "Mary?" she finally managed.

"Yeah." Marshall freed a hand and ran it through his hair, all the while keeping the other on his boy. "Two years now." He held up his left hand, giving her a better view of his wedding ring.

"Congratulations." She looked up at him, and a strange sense of sadness washed over her. "We should have lunch sometime and catch up."

He nodded. "I'd like that." Leaning forward, he brushed his lips lightly against her cheek. "You look great. It was wonderful seeing you, Abigail."

"You too, Marshall."

He gave her that silly grin of his before walking away. They both knew that lunch wouldn't happen. There were some dates that you couldn't wait to keep, and dates you knew would never be kept. This was one of them.

She watched him disappear into the crowd, and her hand came up to touch where he had kissed her cheek.

"Bye, Marshall."

The End.

A/N: I love torturing Abigail. She's nice enough, but she's not good enough for our boy! Thanks for reading, and please review! Four days!