If you live long enough, you'll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you'll be a better person. It's how you handle adversity, not how it affects you. The main thing is never quit, never quit, never quit. It is the highest form of self-respect to admit our errors and mistakes and make amends for them. To make a mistake is only an error in judgment, but to adhere to it when it is discovered shows infirmity of character. Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.
This couldn't be happening. Not now, not ever. It had to be a dream or actually a nightmare. The worst can of nightmare that she could have ever imagined. As she thought about it for a moment, she slowly tried to calm her nerves. Nerves that simply had become way too cluttered to even be thinking rationally. "Breath. You just have to be. They have to be wrong. There is just no way. You know this. So I just need to focus and put this all past me. They are wrong." Abigail Deveraux paced back and forth on the bathroom floor, biting her nails almost down to the skin along the way. There was no way that this could have happened. This was the last thing that she ever expected. Especially not this way, not in this situation. What happened to the person that she was before. She thought to herself. But could it be wrong five times? There is no way she could have gotten the same thing five times and have it be a mistake. She ran her fingers through her hair as a few loose tears fell from her eyes. "Get a grip Abby, they are wrong. This is wrong." She spoke up sighing as her mind drifted back to laying next to him, their eyes locked after something happened that the never expected and never imagined to happen again.
"I have only been with two men in my entire life … and they're brothers … and DiMeras!" That sentence snapped her back to the harsh reality of the situation. "What have I done?" She sighed sadly as she heard someone calling her name. "Abby?" The voice called out. Quickly splashing some cold water onto her face she opened the bathroom door. "I'm right here." She took a deep breath speaking up hoping that her friend didn't notice the sadness that was coming from her eye.
"Hey I was calling you, is everything okay?" Gabi smiled at her friend.
Abby was honestly not the in the mood to talk to anyone and was looking for the quickest way to get out of the conversation without it looking that way. "I just am not feeling good. I was about to take a nap." She spoke up knowing that she could not take any chance of getting the baby sick.
Gabi looked over her friend for a few moments and nodded softly. "Oh okay. I am sorry. I just wanted to make sure that everything okay. I hope you feel better, I will call and check up on you. Just get some rest, take it easy and feel better." She getting her stuff together before head out the door.
That was a lot easier than she thought, but she needed some time. She needed the space. Walking back into the bathroom, she figured maybe one more time. Maybe it would be different. Locking the door she silently went back to what she was doing.
A few moments she sat on the floor of the bathroom, stone faced, tears streaming down her face. All of them were lined up on the bathroom shelf. All reading the same exact thing. After eight test there was no way that she could deny the inevitable fate that had so quickly came up on her. One mistake, one little mistake that was going to impact her for the rest of her life. Wiping the tears off her face she ran her fingers through her hair. She sighed taking one of the test into her hand, the two pink lines very visible. She slowly let all the air out of her lungs, her free hand now running freely over her stomach. "How could I have done this? I could I have let this happen. How can I ever explain that I'm pregnant with EJ DiMera's baby."