Sorry for the long wait. Just been busy. Anyhow, this is a random fluffy filler chapter that's not terribly conducive to the plot ... and yes there will be one ... eventually.
"Damnit." Abby grunted as she tried to pry the buttons of her jeans together. Luka watched her, with a silent grin, from across the room. She flopped herself dramatically onto the bed, struggling to get the pants fastened. With an exasperated sigh, she let her hands drop to her sides in resignation.

"Need some help?" Luka asked, trying not to let his amusement become too apparent in his tone.

"No." She replied grouchily. "I need some pants." She huffed.

"Maybe it's time to go shopping for maternity clothes." He murmured casually.

"Maybe I should go shopping for a new boyfriend." She replied. Trying not to grin he strode over to where she was lying and slowly crawled over her.

"That's not going to work." She spoke, sternly, trying not to let his goofy grin get to her. From his position above her, he gazed down at her lovingly, still grinning.

"Oh really?" He grinned flirtatiously, lowering himself to his elbows so he was more level to her. She averted her eyes and looked to the side, trying hard not to smile. He took that opening and laid a gentle kiss on her bare neck. He had just shaved and for the first time in months it didn't make her nauseous. In fact, it had quite the opposite effect. He smelled utterly delicious. A small moan escaped her lips as he continued to nibble tenderly on her neck and ear.

"Aha!" He laughed and caught her eye. She pursed her lips together in a fiercely fake frown, finally giving in. She rolled her eyes in defeat and he laid a sloppy wet kiss on her lips.

"Come on." He stood up and pulled her into a sitting position. "You have lots of clothes. There's got to be something."

"Nope." Abby sulked. "These are my fat jeans. Nothing fits anymore."

"Shut up." She groused in response to his raised eyebrows. He raised his hands, feigning ignorance. He pulled her up and led her to the closet.

"These?" He asked, looking through the racks of her clothes and pausing on a pair of slacks. She shook her head.

"You know. Maybe I could just go up a size … or two." She shook her head again at another pair of pants.

"Luka, I'm telling you. None of them fit. I'm a freaking hippo she complained as they continued to search for something wearable.

"It's not like maternity clothes are bad or something." He tried to comfort her as he changed direction and headed for his dresser.

"All those maternity clothes are so damn frilly and poofy and ... and perky! Then I'd just look like a hippo in a tutu!"

"You look beautiful in anything." He continued.

"Says you." She replied glumly.

"What? Well, you do." He replied earnestly.

"Considering, your favorite activity seems to be taking my clothes off, forgive me if I'm not completely receptive to your opinion on the matter." He chuckled. She did have a point.

"I wouldn't want to take them off if you didn't look so beautiful … hey! What about these?" He asked, pulling out a pair of folded jeans that were hidden beneath some of his clothes. He tossed them to her.

"These aren't mine." She spoke after holding them up. They were a size six, boot cut, very low rise jeans. She raised her eyebrows at Luka as he stared at her blankly.

"Uh … well, try them on." He ran a hand through his hair a little nervously. Rolling her eyes, she peeled off her pants and pulled on the mystery jeans. They were made of a slightly stretchy jean material and they clung to her thighs snuggly but thanks to their low-rise nature, fastened easily underneath her slight bump.

"See? They fit." He informed her off-handedly and sat down, pulling on his socks.

"So? They're not mine." She stated, tugging awkwardly at the belt loops.

"They're clean." He reasoned.

"Luka." She dead-panned. He looked up her shrugging.

"They're probably just Sam's or something." He replied defensively. Exasperated, she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, and that makes it all better? I'm not wearing your ex-girlfriend's pants!"

"Well, none of your clothes fit." He explained logically.

"Luka." Again, she could not believe what he was suggesting.

"Well, they don't."

"Gee, thanks for pointing that out. I hadn't noticed." She snapped, irritated.

"Abby." He added, more tenderly and rose, taking her by the shoulders.

"We'll go shopping this weekend okay? You don't have to buy maternity clothes if you don't want to." He gazed earnestly into her eyes.

"But in the mean time, can you please just wear the pants?" His big green eyes, pleaded with her silently to just acquiesce.

"Fine." She muttered, giving in. She never could say no to those eyes. "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook for keeping these." She chastised him sweetly.


"Abby?" He called excitedly as he hurried in the front door. Hanging up his coat he continued to beckon her.

"Abby!" He heard a toilet flush and with a grin, and slight swagger to his step bounded through the apartment

"There you are." He exclaimed happily. Lying on the bathroom floor in fetal position, wrapped in his bathrobe lay Abby miserably.

"I have something to show you!" He continued excitedly and took a spot on the floor next to her.

"Shhh! Can't you see I'm wallowing in my own misery?" She retorted, not enjoying his good humor.

"I got you something! I think you'll like it." He continued, settling himself comfortably.

"I doubt it. Thalidomide's sounding pretty good at the moment though." She was in a rather foul mood but that didn't deter Luka's enthusiasm.

"Godamnit, Luka." Abby breathed heavily. "I'm thirteen weeks. Shouldn't this be easing up by now?" She scrambled to her knees and weakly retched into the toilet. Instead of easing up, her morning sickness seemed to be getting worse as she entered her second trimester. Luka, supported her from behind and tenderly wiped her moistened brow.

"Ideally." He spoke softly. "But every woman's body is different." He continued. Abby groaned as another wave of nausea consumed her.

"Maybe you're having twins." He said sweetly.

"Oh, god." Abby groaned. "Don't even joke. That's not funny." It really wasn't. She finally collapsed backwards into his arms, exhausted. Luka, held her patiently, waiting until she was ready to stand up.

"You don't really think …?" Abby began.

"No." Luka spoke, unconvincingly. Though it was definitely a possibility. Being over thirty-five, she was at a higher risk for a multiple pregnancy and the unusual severity of her morning sickness was a warning flag. He though it best not to point that out though. He waited a few moments and spoke again.

"So ...don't you wanna know what it is?"

"Nope."

"Come on. Guess!"

"A beanie baby?"

"A beanie who …?"

"Never mind."

"Guess again."

"A bobble head."

"What?"

"Luka." She whined, loosing her patience.

"Fine. Fine, I'll just show you."

"I'm not getting up."

"You can't stay here forever."

"Watch me."

"Come on Abby." He grinned at her seductively and caressed her head.

"Do what you will but I'm not moving."

After more relentless coaxing and a few bribes, including but not limited to chocolate mousse massages Luka managed to get Abby up, her teeth brushed and sitting cross legged on the bed. He couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing anything underneath his bathrobe. Perfect. He stood at the foot of the bed excitedly.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

He grabbed the large dark bag he had brought in and plucked out a smaller pink one.

"Victoria's Secret?" Abby cried incredulously. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Just wait." Luka muttered. Reaching in he pulled out a black lace bra and matching panties. Grinning he looked at Abby expectantly. Mouth agape she glared at him.

"No way. You seriously … I was comfortable! And you got me up for that?" She was fuming. Men. They could be so damn insensitive and single minded.

"But … well, I got something else!" He stammered trying to salvage the situation. Fumbling in the larger bag he finally managed to pull it out.

"A camera!" He beamed, looking incredibly pleased with himself. Sure enough, in his hand he held a Polaroid camera. Abby glared at him, spewing anger from her eyes. Speechless. She was speechless with fury.

"Uh … unbelievable!" She bellowed.

"Wha … I thought you'd like it." He stammered. This was not going how he had pictured it.

"I'm glad you think so highly of me!" She untangled herself from the covers and stomped to the closet. She needed to get away from him.

"Bu … but! I thought it'd be cool."

"Obviously." She stomped towards the closet.

"We could enjoy it together." She stopped dead in her tracks. Realizing she was wearing his robe she ripped it off herself and threw it at him.

"Enjoy that. Asshole." Huffing she marched stark naked into the closet. Bewildered, Luka followed her with his eyes. Confusedly, he continued.

"But it could go in that baby book you got."

"What?" Abby turned around, throwing her hands in the air.

"To show how it's development …" he trailed off. His eyebrows furled and very confused.

"What are you talking about?" Abby angrily crossed her arms oblivious to her nakedness.

"Well … you know … how the baby grows …" She raised her eyebrows, peeved and quizzical.

" … for the baby book …. your belly …"

"Luka …"

"Look, if you don't want to do it … I'm sorry. It sounded like a good idea." He stammered, lowering his eyes and fiddling with the lace in his hand. Cocking her head to the side, she sighed.

"Luka …" her voice softer this time. "You want to take pictures of my belly for the baby book?" He raised his eyes to meet hers.

"Yeah." He replied obviously. That's what he'd been saying all along. She laughed out loud.

"Oh!" Giggling she sidled up to him. "Well, that's different." She stopped in front of him smiling. He couldn't help but notice how very naked she was.

"What did you think?" He asked, beginning to feel much more hopeful. She threw her head back, guffawing.

"Luka." She giggled, taking the lingerie out of his hand. "Lacy lingerie … and a Polaroid camera." She grinned. "What the hell was I supposed to think?" She raised her eyebrows at him. His eyes widened and she laughed again.

"Oh!" He breathed.

"Yeah!" He laughed and pulled her into his arms.

"I like your idea better." He growled into her ear.

"I bet." She teased playfully.

"All you need are handcuffs and a whip and you could sign me up for S&M classes instead of prenatal yoga." She continued, jesting.

"No, but seriously Luka." She tore herself away from the comfort of his body and looked up into his eyes. "That was very sweet." She laid a small kiss on his lips. "Thank you." Leaning into her, he kissed her again.

"Hmm … welcome." He murmured into her lips and closed his eyes letting himself drown willingly in her arms.


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