"You're humming."
Abby turned abruptly, dropping the canister in her hand. She quickly picked it up, brushing the hair from her eyes as she stood. "Yes, sir."
With a smirk, Apollo asked, "Can I ask the occasion?"
"I helped deliver a baby this morning."
Apollo's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Really?"
Abby nodded quickly, "A beautiful baby boy."
"Wow. That's—congratulations."
She gripped the counter with shaking hands, words spilling from her mouth, "It's amazing. After everything: all the death, all the attacks," Abby grinned widely, "He didn't give a damn about any of it. Just a perfectly healthy, human—"
Apollo pressed his lips to hers, interrupting her rambling. Before Abby could process or respond to the unexpected action, Apollo leaned away, staring at her with an open, surprised expression.
Abby briefly considered the possibility that she progressed to full-on hallucinations. Only, this particular daydream left her with a nervousness in her empty belly and the phantom feeling of chapped lips and stubble.
Stepping back, Apollo shook his head, staring at the ground, "I'm—"
Abby tried to cover her amusement at the sight of the revered Captain Apollo embarrassed by her, of all things, but she'd been awake and on-call for too many hours to possibly contain it. Placing a hand over her mouth, her giggles soon grew to breath-stealing laughter.
Apollo stared at her, smiling skeptically, "What are you laughing at?"
Abby shook her head, tears pouring down her cheeks as she held onto her stomach, unable to stop herself. Scoffing, Apollo tilted his head, chuckling quietly with her.
Taking deep breaths, her laughter slowly subsided, leaving her grinning and staring openly at the man before her. He returned her warm gaze, causing her to bite her lip and shake her head.
Holding out his arm, he spoke softly, "I actually came to return this."
Still smiling widely, Abby took the silver canister from his hand. "Thank you. I'll tell the doc."
Apollo nodded, "Always a pleasure, Wilson."