"He's not going to stop looking. What am I going to do?"
Olivia couldn't stop trembling and crying. It was the middle of the night and her pajamas were soaked with sweat. Another nightmare woke her up. Their perfect plan was unraveling, and Olivia wouldn't be able to hide her pregnancy much longer. Fitz would never believe her story of getting pregnant a second time by another man.
"We will handle this one step at a time. Natalie, Abigail and the pregnancy."
"This situation can't be fixed."
"Natalie is only an issue if Angela can't keep her mouth shut. The president's wife has too much to lose. Keep the president away from Abigail, and keep the story going about hooking up with Jake to be a family with Abigail and the baby. That solves the problem.
"It can't be that simple. Fitz knows something."
"Okay, if he did find out what would be the most devastating?"
"Natalie or...I don't know. I'm going to lose Fitz and Natalie if Angela ruins this. Abigail is going to be very upset."
"You're really overthinking this."
"What if this baby is a boy and looks like Fitz?"
"You don't have to stay pregnant."
"I can't have an abortion. It will hurt."
"Then go with your plan. Jake is Abigail and the baby's father."
"Wait a second. There's a car in my driveway."
"Whose coming over this late?"
"I don't know. It's so dark I can only see headlights."
"Are your doors and windows locked?"
"It's Abigail! What is she doing out so late at night, and whose car is that?"
"She's staying out after curfew?" Abby asked.
"I know she was sleep a few hours ago."
"Go find out why she's out so late. Maybe she has a boyfriend."
"My Abigail can't have a boyfriend in the sixth grade."
"If you don't put a stop to this, you're not going to be the only person knocked up over there."
"Abby, you're jumping to conclusions. My baby is not having a baby."
"Okay, call me back before morning."
Olivia changed into fresh pajamas and washed her face. She wasn't ready for this conversation. Abigail was 11 and Natalie was 12. This conversation wasn't supposed to happen until high school. The lights were off downstairs. Abigail paused when Olivia turned on the light.
"What are you doing outside after curfew?"
"I went to a restaurant."
"What?"
"I wanted some chicken and fries."
"Why didn't you ask me to cook something?"
"I didn't want to wake you, and there's nothing in the fridge."
"Who took you?"
"My friend from school."
"Your classmate has a car?"
"It's her brother's car. He took us."
"Do not ever leave this house after curfew again."
"Okay."
"I'll get groceries tomorrow."
"Thanks, can I go to lunch with my friend tomorrow?"
"Yes, goodnight. I have to get ready for work in a few hours."
