Abby's POV

I was sitting in the room at the doctor with Mrs. Zuko and the woman, her named was Wendy Henderson. She and her husband Fredrick Henderson were real nice people. "How are you holding up dear?" Mrs. Zuko asked me.

I just looked down feeling sick and gross.

"Oh I'm so sorry dear." She said, gently hugging me.

"M-Mrs. Zuko, can I ask you a question?" I asked her.

I was afraid to ask this, but I have too!

"W-will you a-and Mr. Z-Zuko s-still love me if I got p-pr…p-pregnant?"

"Oh dear," She said hugging me. "Is that what you're worrying about?"

I nodded my head.

"Of course we'll still love you." She smiled. "And the baby if you are."

I smiled a little.

"Sweetie, it isn't your fault." Wendy told me, gently touching my arm.

I just nodded my head.

"Just don't worry about it right now, ok." She added.

"Ok." I answers.

Just then the doctor came in with the kit.

"Hello Abby," She smiled. "Now I know this isn't comfortable, but we should check you."

I let out a sigh as Mrs. Zuko kissed my head.