Abby's POV

"We're going on vacation on the family yacht later today. We will be gone until next Monday. I expected you to be packed and ready by one o'clock this afternoon," Mom breaks the news to me over breakfast the next morning.

Townsend is a good boyfriend and told my family I had not been feeling well yesterday morning; keeping the both of us out of trouble. It's been a little over 24 hours, and I already know he's going to be a great husband to some lucky girl one day.

"What?! No! I hate boats! Remember last time we went on vacation, I spent the majority of the time hanging over the railing puking up my insides! I'm not going!" I shout.

"Don't use that tone of voice with your mother young lady! Apologize to her right now!" Dad angrily says to me.

"I'm sorry for how I reacted mother, but I'm still not going."

"Yes, you are, young lady. You will be going, whether you're enjoying the activities or hanging over the railing sick as a dog, and that's final!" Mom says harshly.

"Oh, alright. Will Rachel be there at least?"

"Your sister will not be there because she just found out some exciting news, which is not ours to tell. So, I suggest if you want to find out the news you quickly finish your breakfast then go call your sister."

"Okay!" I wolf down the rest of my breakfast and then excuse myself from the table. I sprint to my room, hardly able to wait before I can find out the mysterious and exciting news. I get to my room and see Edward is still in there.

"What's gotten you in such a rush? It feels like just yesterday you were trying to escape your life here at the palace."

"That's because it was just yesterday that I was trying to escape my life here. Apparently, there's some exciting news about my sister, and I plan on finding out whatever it is as soon as possible," I say as I grab my cell phone and dial Rachel's number. She answers on the second ring.

"God, Abby, what is it? It's two in the bloody morning here!" Rachel says as soon as she answers her phone.

"Oops, forgot about the time change. Sorry, I got really excited; Mom told me that you have some exciting news which is the reason I'm going on the yacht vacation without you, which we WILL be coming back to. After you tell me the news, of course."

"Yes, I am very sorry about that, but I have a good reason for that. Matt and I just found out yesterday; we're expecting a baby! I'm pregnant!"

I squeal with excitement. "I'm going to be an aunt! I can't wait! As soon as you get the first sonogram, I want a picture, okay? I mean, I deserve one after you ditching me on a yacht vacation. I'm going to be hanging over the rail most of the time," I groan at the thought of being on the yacht.

"You've got it! And sorry about ditching you on the yacht and everything, but I've been having morning sickness and I'm pretty damn sure being on airplanes and a boat won't help it any."

"I've got to go, Mom's giving me only 5 hours to be packed and ready. Love you Rach!"

"Love you Abs!" She hangs up and I put my phone down on my bed so I can start getting ready.

I pull out my favorite suitcase and start running around, gathering items I need to pack for the vacation on the death trap they call a yacht and shoving them into my suitcase. I pack my favorite bikini and my 'comfortable clothes,' as I call them, aka my normal human being clothes, not my royal strangulating ball gowns. The ones that, if she could, my mom would force to wear all day everyday.

"Why are you in such a rush for something that you are not at all looking forward to?"

"Because my parents will kill me if I cause us to be late for getting on the yacht on time."

"Seems to me they are just trying to be strict so you can learn to become obedient so one day you will make an excellent queen," he says with a smirk playing across his lips.

I stop what I'm doing and walk over to him. "Oh, so you think I'm disobedient, do you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

"How's this for being disobedient?" I say and crash our lips together.

"Princess Abigail, I'm afraid you are being very disobedient."

He grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him. I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Edward, I have to get back to packing," I say and break away from the kiss, getting back to my obnoxious packing for a vacation I don't even want to go on.

-Time lapse to one o'clock-

I quickly rush down the stairs with my luggage, Edward in toe.

"If you keep running down the stairs in high heels and a gown that goes to floor, you are eventually going to trip," Edward teases.

"No I won't! I'm used to it!" I say as I continue my rush down the stairs. I look over my shoulder and see Edward covering his mouth, probably stifling a laugh. I finally reach the bottom of the stairs and see my parents waiting for me. I get to them and double over, panting to get my breath back.

"Ladies do not run, Abigail," Mom scolds.

"Yes, mother. I just didn't want you to get mad at me if I were to be late."

"That is still no excuse. A queen always has to be on time without having to run, and since you're going to be queen one day, Abigail, you have to start learning how to be a queen. Am I understood?"

"Yes, mother. You are understood."

"Good. Now, let's leave. The limo is here and I don't feel like being late on a count of you, Abigail."

We all start to head out the door. As we near the car, the butlers and maids take our luggage and put it in the trunk while the driver opens the doors for us. I sit between my mother and Edward. Edward swiftly takes my hand in his so my parents don't see us.

The drive to the airport takes about 15 minutes. We pull up and board our private jet. 1 hour, 7 minutes, 52 seconds and counting until we land and board our yacht. Ugh.

Thank you so much all of you for reading my Tabby fanfic! I just thought their weren't enough Tabby stories out there. Tabby is my OTP! They are soooo cute together! I have no idea if this fanfic is good, please review and tell me! I welcome both good and bad reviews, but if you give a bad review please explain why so I can fix it! Thanks for reading! -Grace