Irrational numbers
She was retching. Every morning, though she got better during the day. At first, she didn't understand it, then she thought that she had the damndest luck in the world. A child, Henry's child. "Well, four months with more than daily sex can do that to you", she said bitterly to her cat, but still it was unexpected. And she really didn't want to have his child.
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At seven o'clock on a summer evening, she had the baby. After seeing her son for the first time, she decided that there was no giving him up to adoption, like she had planned. Besides, it was easy to do the math: Adoption didn't seem to work too well with a Wakefield, Abby almost laughed to herself. She looked at the baby nestling in her arms, thinking him the greatest of the world's wonders. Dark hair and eyes, she prayed he would look like her. Now she would have someone else than the cat to care for again. And maybe - no definitively, for the baby's sake - she would try to reconcile herself with her past: The hurt, the pain, the grief and the love. Somehow, she would make the irrationality add up to herself.
Even though he strictly speaking was part Wakefield, she was positive that he wouldn't end up like them. She'd make sure of that. Besides, he wasn't only a Wakefield, he was a Mills too.
And his name was to be Charlie. Charlie H. Mills.
Author's note:
My intention was to write a love story between Abby and Henry, and I really wanted to make it a happy ending... But after chapter five, I realized that Abby was too strong to give in - she'd never forget, and never forgive Henry completely. I mean - murders, rape, imprisonment, not forgetting the incest... I felt that Abby would have more selfrespect than to accept that. So the story ended this way because Abby's character grew on me, but I feel really, really bad for Henry... :(