This has simply been reformatted and three or four minor adjustments made. Also disclaimer, I own nothing, just borrowing for some creative writing.

"I decided to keep it," Abby's voice was steady, "I couldn't get rid of it."

Luka felt his world change in an instant.

"I want us to have this baby," her voice was steady and certain.

He sat down next to her and took her hand.

Later that day:

Abby snuggled into Luka's embrace, "we're going to have a baby," he whispered in her ear.

She felt a smile flicker across her face, "I know," she murmured back.

"I love you," his breath warmed her ear.

For the first time in her life she didn't feel like avoiding him, for the first time she didn't feel compelled to ignore him, "I love you too." They were a good fit now, which she knew.

"Luka, you are so good to me," the words came out in a rush, "why?"

"Because I love you Abby, it's that simple."

She hesitated, "I've never been loved like this before Luka."

He held her closer to him, "neither have I."

The next day:

Luka woke to hear the sound of Abby throwing up in the bathroom. He remembered how his first wife didn't want him around, but this was Abby.

He knocked, "are you okay?"

"Peachy," her voice came out and then the door opened.

She looked green, "I don't think I like this part," she admitted.

"Tea?" he offered.

She shook her head, "I just want to sleep more," she smiled at him.

"You're off today right?" Luka studied her form, she was carrying his child.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"I'll see you a bit later then," he bent forward and gently kissed her forehead, "Call me if you need anything."

Abby studied him, "Pickles and ice cream would be nice," she watched his face light up. "I'm on it," he announced and picking up his keys he headed out the door.

Abby watched him go feeling for the first time like she might be going somewhere in her life. She thought of the cleaning, preparing, and phone calling she had to do. Had Luka called his dad yet? Somehow she doubted it. She needed to call Maggie, oh God; she didn't want her mother with her now. She had just managed to set her off on her own. She sighed out loud, soon she would have a baby in her arms, and soon she would be a mother. She still remember six years ago, when she was pregnant, how terrified she felt. She didn't feel like that now, not this time. Abby knew deep down that this was her sign, the sign that this pregnancy, this relationship with Luka was meant to last. She was so grateful for his new role in her life, every time he walked towards her she felt happier. How had they not found this before? Abby didn't want to dwell on the past, what was important was that she and Luka were expecting and that they were blissfully happy now. She crawled back into bed grateful even for the morning sickness that made this wonderful new life a reality.

That evening:

Luka smiled at Abby's form standing near the stove.

"Did you have a good day?" his voice warmed her whole body.

She turned and his jaw dropped as his eyes twinkled.

"What?" she asked.

"You look…" his voice trailed off.

Abby studied him, "well?"

"Stunning," he finished looking truly amazed.

"Uh huh," she was skeptical.

"Ok I was going to say, positively domestic," he admitted.

"That's what it thought," she grinned playfully at him.

"It smells wonderful," he put his arms around her and she fried up the chicken.

"I thought I'd treat you tonight and for the next few months considering what you're probably going to have to put up with."

He laughed, "I'll set the table."

About twenty minutes later they were sitting down and enjoying their dinner.

"I don't want to call Maggie," Abby broke the silence.

"I understand," he did too. He'd been with Abby at the beginning when Maggie had first come to Country off her meds and going crazy. He still remembered the pain her actions had caused Abby.

"Whenever you tell her, I'll support you." He offered.

"Have you called your dad?" Abby eyed him.

He glanced up, "I didn't want to without talking to you."

"I want you too," Abby smiled at him.