Over the next couple of weeks, everything seemed to be getting much better. Abby cleaned up her apartment, slept normally, and felt happier than she had in a while. Sure, she missed David a lot, but every time she thought of him she was able to push it out of her mind. She threw herself into her work and became a much more productive member of the team than she had been recently. It wasn't until one day when she was shopping that she realized that something was very wrong.

Abby walked down the aisles of the drugstore, picking up various essentials that she was running low on, such as shampoo, toothpaste, and soap. She took a wrong turn on her way to find her favorite lotion, and suddenly found herself staring at countless containers of tampons and pads. She racked her brain trying to figure out when she'd last had her period and whether or not she might need more of these products for next time, when she froze. 'Next time' should have started a week prior. It should have been over by now, and it never even began. This was not normal—her periods always came on time. Abby was starting to feel shaky and her whole stomach was twisted with worry. Could this really be happening to her? She was always so careful. And then she remembered something that made her feel even more panicky. She'd only had sex with one man in the past month and he hated her.

Overcome with anxiety and fear, Abby grabbed three different pregnancy tests, paid for all of her things, and exited the store. She drove home in a panic and dropped her shopping bag on the floor right inside the entrance to her apartment before running to the bathroom. After she was done taking the first test, she set a timer and watched uneasily as the time slowly decreased. It felt like years had passed by the time the stick was ready, but even so she was terrified to check and spent a few minutes just staring at it from a distance. Eventually, she walked back over to the counter, picked it up, and then promptly dropped it on the floor. This was definitely not the outcome she was hoping for. That little plus sign had just ruined everything—her happy memory with David, her pleasant week, everything. She wasn't ready to be a parent. She wasn't even ready to talk to David again about anything, let alone this. So Abby did the only thing she knew to do in a situation like this—she called Olivia.

"What?" Liv asked, as she always did when picking up the phone.

"Liv, it's me. I need you to come over."

"Abby? What's wrong?"

"I-I just need you. Can you come?"

"I'll be there in fifteen."

Abby sighed in relief. Olivia would know what to do. Olivia always knew what to do.

By the time Olivia got there, Abby had taken the other two tests and both gave the same unpleasant response. She had begun to cry, but when Olivia knocked on the door, she quickly wiped her eyes and tried to hide any evidence of the crying. Abby Whelan wasn't a huge fan of crying in front of other people (although admittedly she had cried in front of Olivia both times that she and David broke up).

"Abby, what is it? What's wrong?" Olivia asked when she entered the apartment.

Abby just handed her the pregnancy tests in response. Olivia examined at all three before looking back up at Abby. She didn't say anything, just stared at her with a sympathetic expression on her face.

"What the hell am I going to do Liv?" Abby asked, her voice rising anxiously.

"Okay," Olivia replied slowly. "Right now you need to calm down and think about your options."

"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down?" Abby's was practically yelling at this point and tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes again.

Olivia took hold of Abby's arm and led her over to a chair. She then sat in one across from her. "Abby, we need to think rationally about this and lay out the options. Okay?"

Abby nodded in agreement, and she wiped away the tears that had slid down her cheeks.

"Your first option is to have the baby and become a parent."

Abby sighed heavily. "How am I supposed to be a parent? I work insane hours and my lifestyle is barely functional for an adult, there's no way I can have a child."

"Look, Abby, if that's what you choose to do, we can work something out with work so you don't have to stay all night anymore. We can figure this out if you want. But remember, there are other options too. You could give it up for adoption. Or you could..."

Olivia trailed off, not wanting to say the thing that both of them were thinking. "Or I could have an abortion," Abby finished for her.

"Yes, you could." Olivia paused for a second before asking, "Do you know who the father is?"

The great thing about Olivia was that she was always sure of herself. At least when she was with Abby and the rest of OPA, she always had a steady voice as she told people their choices or gave orders. Abby tried to mimic this tone with clients, but in her personal life things were a lot more messy and she didn't always know what to say or how to say it. Of course, she had never had to deal with something of this magnitude before, but she'd had her fair share of unpleasant circumstances, and she'd never been confident during them. So when Olivia asked the question that Abby had known would be coming, she had no idea how to answer. Instead, she dropped her head into her hands and remained in that position for a few minutes.

"Abby?"

"David Rosen." She mumbled into her hands.

"David? I thought...I thought you were over."

"We were—we are. We met at a bar a couple of weeks ago, but it was just a one-night stand. I haven't heard from him since then."

"Do you want to tell him?"

Abby shook her head. "No," she said. "At least not yet."

"Okay, that's fine. But you do have to see a doctor to make sure everything's okay. I'll make you an appointment."

Abby nodded. She was willing to let Olivia handle everything—she actually preferred it that way. She knew eventually that she would have to start figuring things out and making decisions but for now it was so easy for Olivia to be in control and Abby to just follow orders. That way she could keep on pretending that this wasn't the biggest decision of her life, that she was just doing her job and listening to Olivia.

Olivia, being her powerful and bossy self, managed to get Abby an appointment that afternoon at the hospital. She drove Abby over and forced her to get out of the car and walk into the hospital. They only had to stay in the waiting room for a short time, and then Abby was on an examination table with a doctor taking her blood. When the doctor returned, he confirmed that she was pregnant. He then examined her and asked her a series of questions regarding her medical history and her most recent period.

"Ms. Whelan, we've determined that you are about 2 weeks pregnant. It's too early to do an ultrasound, but from the tests we've done we can tell that everything seems to be fine so far."

Abby didn't answer; she just stared at the doctor with a blank expression on her face.

"Ms. Whelan, I'm required to ask—do you want to keep this baby?"

Abby looked down at her hands. "I don't...I haven't decided yet," she said quietly.

"Well, there are some things you need to know if you are considering that option. It's best to do it within the first twelve weeks so while you do have some time to think about it, you will need to make a decision in the next couple of months. The sooner you decide, the better."

Abby nodded, but didn't look up at the doctor.

"We're done for now," he said. "Normally at this point you would schedule an appointment in about a month and a half to two months from now, but if you want we can hold off on that until you make your decision."

Abby didn't answer or even acknowledge that the doctor was talking.

"We'll wait," Olivia said, realizing that it was going to be hard to get an answer out of Abby.

The doctor turned to Olivia. "You need to make sure she thinks hard about this before deciding what she wants to do. I know she'd rather pretend that nothing's happening and ignore the problem, but this isn't going to go away on its own. She's going to have a baby in nine months unless she decides otherwise."

Olivia nodded. "I'll talk to her," she said.

Abby silently followed Olivia out of the hospital and back to Liv's car. She didn't speak the entire way home, and ignored Olivia when she tried to start a conversation. When they arrived at Abby's apartment, she entered and immediately walked towards her bedroom. She figured she would go to sleep and worry about this tomorrow. Olivia followed her into the room.

"I'll call you tomorrow," she said, before leaving.

Abby lay down in bed and quickly she fell asleep. That night she dreamt about David. She saw him down on one knee proposing to her, she saw him waiting for her at the end of an aisle, and she saw him holding their baby in his arms. That was the life she wanted, but she knew that she couldn't have it.

When Abby woke up the next morning, the reality of her situation hit her. She was going to have a baby. And she had to do it all by herself. Suddenly, in that moment, Abby felt extremely lonely. She knew that she had everyone at OPA to support her, but it wasn't exactly like they were going to be very helpful. Friends don't help you raise a child. That's what the father is there for. But there was no way that she was going to contact David.

Abby tried to decide what to do all morning. She thoroughly assessed her options, and by the time Olivia called around lunchtime, she had an answer.

"Do you know what you want to do?" Liv asked.

"Yeah," Abby replied. "I can't have this baby. It just can't happen."

"Okay."

"I feel awful about this."

"I know, Abby, but you have to remember that this is your personal choice and it's okay. You know better than anyone whether or not this baby would have a good life where it was wanted by its parents. It's not a crime to go through with this. Women have fought hard for the right to choose."

"Yeah..." Abby trailed off.

"Are you going to make the appointment?"

"I'll call them now."

Abby hung up the phone. She called the doctor she'd met with at the hospital and scheduled an appointment. The first opening wasn't for a month, but she figured that would be okay. And then Abby grabbed her purse and headed for the office. Work was the only thing that would take her mind off of her pregnancy.

In the weeks leading up to her appointment, Abby tried her hardest to focus on work. She had some nausea and was pretty tired, but she didn't want to acknowledge these symptoms because they were caused by something that soon wouldn't even exist anymore. Abby didn't tell anyone else at OPA that she was pregnant. She didn't want to explain why there wouldn't be a baby in nine months. Instead, she just pretended like everything was normal. Olivia knew, but Abby made her swear to be silent. Liv was a good friend, and Abby wasn't worried about her keeping the promise. Unfortunately, Olivia was also committed to her job and willing to use any source to help a client, even David Rosen.

One day, when Abby was four weeks pregnant and still had two to go before her appointment, she entered the office to see David sitting in the conference room, talking to Olivia.

"Liv?" She said, as she opened the door. "Can I talk to you?" Her annoyance was very evident in her voice, and she saw David raise his eyebrow at Liv before gesturing that she should go.

"I'll wait," he said. The sound of his voice made Abby feel sick. She wanted him in her life so badly, but she knew that he hated her.

Olivia led Abby into her office before turning back to look at her.

"What?" She asked sharply.

"What the hell is David doing here? I mean are you fucking kidding me, Olivia? David Rosen?"

Despite Abby's anger, Olivia remained perfectly calm as she answered. "He's helping us out with a case."

"Since when do we need help with a case?"

"Look, Abby, I get that this is hard for you, I do. But the client is David's coworker and David can provide a lot of insight for us."

"You couldn't just ask another person who works there? David can't possibly be the only coworker available."

Olivia shook her head. "David is our best option."

"But doesn't he know that you have the Cytron card? He doesn't just hate me—he hates all of us. What makes you think he'll even tell you the truth?"

"There's ways to get people to open up. We'll figure it out."

Abby sighed heavily. "I really don't like that he's here."

"I know," Olivia replied, before leaving her office and reentering the conference room. Abby followed her and sat down in a chair across the table from David. Olivia resumed her conversation with David, but Abby tuned her out. Instead of listening to Olivia, she thought about how she had planned for her life to go. Because even though David was what she wanted now, he wasn't always the plan. Originally, Abby had thought she would be a ridiculously successful lawyer. She had aced law school and the bar exam, and she was excited to live life to the fullest. But things happened and she wound up in a political marriage. She figured it was fine, though, she could just amend her plan. Charles was okay at first, and she was hopeful for their future. She was going to learn to love him and then have children with him, and they would be happy. And then things changed. Charles began drinking more and he took out his frustration with his job on her. He hurt her so much and made her feel as though she were worthless. Abby remembered how at the time all of her plans for life had stopped. Looking back on it, she wondered why the plan hadn't been to get out of that marriage or at least for the abuse to stop. But she knew the answer to that. It was because she felt she deserved it. Because he had convinced her that she was worthless. After Olivia got her out of her marriage, Abby's plan was just to make sure Charles never found her again. She never planned on meeting another man; she was mentally scarred and was sure that any other guy would hurt her too. But then she met David. And he had become her new plan. There had been a glitch when she found out about Teresa Dunn, but she knew the truth now. She wanted him again, but he did not want her, and this was something she was having difficulty accepting.

Abby's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp stabbing pain in her abdomen. She gasped, and put her hand to her stomach. The pain continued, and she felt blood begin to soak through her underwear and run down her legs. Abby looked up to see both Olivia and David staring at her. She cried out as more stabbing pains seared though her stomach.

"We need to get you to a hospital," Olivia said.

"What's happening?" Abby asked anxiously, her voice full of fear.

Olivia glanced over at David before answering. "Abby, I think you're having a miscarriage," she said.

Hopefully another chapter will be up soon. Reviews are always appreciated! (Seriously, even if you hate it, let me know anyway, all reviews are helpful.)