10 A.M.
Well that certainly was not how Connor had expected to spend his morning. He thought they'd eat breakfast, joke around, and stay in their PJ's, having Abby serve him until she decided he was well enough to serve himself. All of that happened too, it was just now ending with a teary Abby and wet cheeks of his own. Not exactly happy, to say the least.
No, no the morning was not over yet. He was going to make the best out of this. Connor decided he felt better and if he took something for his head, he could manage, so he took some migraine medication and stammered to his loft, hearing Abby come in when he was half way up.
"Conn, where you headed?" she asked, now dressed again herself.
"Gotta get dressed for the day, yeah?" Abby's eyes narrowed at him as he disappeared into his room. Abby knew they'd just spent an hour crying their eyes out but she also knew Connor, and she knew when he was sick. He never got dressed when he was sick.
Abby watched the telly from the kitchen, the news talking about the latest information of mysterious creatures – still. Someone really needed to clear this up now. She looked down and saw Connor had taken medication for his head. Abby was even more curious now, Connor always refuses to take medication. He says it's bad for the brain so he can just deal with pain. She looked over and saw Rex flying out of Connor's room; he was probably bugging him again.
"Leave your dad alone, yeah?"
"You know that's the second time you've called me that today." Connor commented as he skipped, or tripped, down the stairs. Abby froze, her face was completely blank. He was not supposed to hear her call him that. Secretly, Abby did it quite often; she liked to think them as a big happy family. She even called him dad to Nancy and Sid, wherever they had been hiding all morning. Connor laughed at her sudden act of shock and pulled a tissue from the box before he made his way to her.
"I… Well, in ways-"
"You call yourself his mum." Connor stated. Abby felt as if she turned an even brighter red.
"Yeah, yeah I suppose I do."
"So that makes us his parents." Connor quickly used the tissue and threw it in the trash, Abby still trying to find the right explanation.
"Don't start getting any ideas, Temple." Connor smirked at her and raised his eyebrows as he picked up an apple to eat.
"I've got thousands of ideas stored up in here, Abs, little too late now." Abby rolled her eyes, seeing how he was just messing with her, and she picked up a banana from the fruit bowl that sat on the counter.
"Yeah, well I think we need to look for Sid and Nancy. They've been out of sight all morning."
"The kids are missing and you hadn't said anything? Great mum you are." Connor once again teased her, Abby sighed and Connor moved forward to look in the laundry closest. They loved to hide and cuddle in there. "Have you checked under your bed?"
"Checked when I got dressed, checked everywhere in there." He came back to the kitchen and braced himself to the stool of the counter.
"Wha' 'bout the bathroom?" Abby thought about it, then shook her head. "See, I'm smart."
"Well then," Abby folded her arms and leaned in to whisper. "You're the dad, why don't you go look for them." Abby was tempting him, so close. All Connor had wanted to do this past year was to pull Abby in and kiss her. The best he'd gotten the guts to do was kiss her on the forehead or cheek, and the pulling in part never even occurred. But right now, how close she was, she was tempting him. He could so easily just kiss her, walk away, and everything would be left in questions but he finally would have done what he'd been longing to do for, really since he met her.
"Will do," Connor leaned in to her, hissing to her in an even quieter voice. "dear." Connor walked off, Abby laughing at him, though not sure what to think of what just happened. Or why in the world Connor wasn't on the couch sick anymore? He obviously didn't feel well and he always sat around all pitiful when he was sick. Did the outburst of emotions cause Connor to do something with the day? She then realized the look he gave her before he walked in the bathroom, and it came clear. He was doing this for her.
Abby opened her banana and took the first bite; she looked at Connor's apple sitting with two bites taken out of it, lying on the countertop. As she heard Connor gripe at the diictodon who had very likely destroyed the bathroom, she realized another something. Something between them, when Connor was crying in her arms, something changed. She wasn't sure what, but she felt different about him. Maybe Connor wasn't that geeky roommate after all; maybe she did take care of him for a whole other reason.
Her mind kept wondering back to when Connor told her he loved her. Abby played it off like it was nothing, but it was something. To her, she wanted to tell him it was mutual… But Abby pushed it away at the time, telling herself it was nothing, she was being silly.
Abby always knew she loved Connor, but she always hated to let it pass her mind – now was the first time that she was going to actually let it pass through and not shove it away. Because for the first time, she realized if she lost Connor it would be like losing everything for her, so why should she deny how much she loved him? But she couldn't possibly tell him… No, she couldn't.
Abby's thoughts were ended when the two little creatures scurried out of the bathroom and Connor sighed, his face pale and his appearance uneasy. "They ate our posh towels." Connor said as he leaned on the door way, trying not to look unsteady.
"The ones your Gran sent?" Abby said disappointed, Connor nodded. It was her fault. She left them out for when Duncan came over the other day. "I'm sorry, Conn-" Connor shook his head and grinned at her.
"S'alright, all we needs to do is buy some new ones, yeah?" Abby eyed him, suspicious on his motives. "We are the parents of the house after all. We could afford to buy some posh towels for the guests, couldn't we?" Abby sighed, he couldn't possibly want to go somewhere in his condition? She wasn't going to lie; Connor wasn't being overdramatic this morning. He really didn't look well, he had a fever, and he'd even gotten close to throwing up from the drainage at one point. His eyes were hopeful and Abby shrugged.
"Yeah, all right. But not right now, you're not in any condition to go anywhere right now, Connor." Connor's grin relaxed into a smile and he nodded.
"Then two it is." Connor thought, quite determined as picked up his apple and walked to the front door to get the mail. Abby stood there, trying to decipher what Connor was up to. He had that look – and that was never a good sign.
Connor had decided to himself that today he was going to show Abby Maitland why she let this geeky, dinosaur lover live in her flat with her – and hopefully, he could gain the same mutual love as he had for her, some day at least. Abby knew Connor loved her, after he admitted it in the cliff she confronted him about it, Caroline came in, and he almost left with her but instead told her how she felt after Caroline waited outside. Abby, of course, played it cool and said 'Oh, well, you know. Spur of the moment. Love you too, Conn, you're my best friend.' Then walked into the kitchen, he was heartbroken, but he also saw how upset she was after saying it.
Abby had feelings for him and he knew it, and he was going to get that out of her today if it took all he had to do so.
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