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writing fanfiction? Hell no. I'd be selling them there ideas to Mr.
Crichton. lol
Summary: Ok, just to tell you what's goin' on.Abby left when Carter went to the Congo. When she got there, she found she was pregnant. Now, three years later, she's taking Brandon to go meet his father. See? Not that much.
A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed. Now I know how good it really does feel. Thanks again...
Now. to the story!!! *points finger to sky and pretends to fly*
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He is so beautiful. Especially when he sleeps. He looks just like Carter. But, I hope he doesn't get all of Carter's tendencies. Like leaving abruptly, running away from his problems. He probably will though. It's in his blood. I can't say much. I mean, I ran away too.
I haven't talked to him since that night before he left. I was just so mad at him for leaving like that. But, I'm not sure if I have all that anger still. I mean, look at what we've created. A happy, energetic, fun, little boy. My little Brandon. His little Brandon.
I watch him as he sleeps. His head is slightly tilted, his mouth open just a little. I'm just about to get a pillow for him when the pilot comes on the intercom and tells us to return to our seats and buckle up because we have reached Chicago.
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After we've gotten off the plane, rounded up the suitcase, and flagged down a taxi, we head to the hotel. I figure once we get there, I can call Susan and catch up with her. I tried to keep in touch with her, but, I was trying to start a new life in Boston, and then Brandon was born. I never told her I was pregnant. I guess I was afraid she'd tell Carter.
Brandon is still asleep when we pull up to the hotel. I guess he isn't very energetic on trips. Is that a good thing?
I pick him up and carry him with me to the counter so we can check in. The lady at the desk tells me that we have room 214.
As we're leaving, she adds, "ma'am? How old is he?" She's got a smile appearing across her lips.
"Almost three," I say.
"Well, he is adorable." I nod a thank you and return to the car to get our suitcase.
"Brandon, sweetie, you gotta walk for me." I say as I rub his back to try and wake him up. "C'mon. It's only a little ways." I set him down and he yawns. I hand him his little Taz book bag and help him put it on. It takes a little while, but we eventually make it up to room 214.
Once we're there, Brandon is wide awake. We finally get the door open after like ten minutes because Brandon wanted to do it. The room is like any other hotel room, two double beds, a TV, bathroom, a crib. I roll the suitcase out of the doorway. Brandon climbs onto one of the beds, finds the remote and presses every button until the television comes on. He's very smart and amazes me everyday. Just like his dad used to.
I figure now would be a good time to call Susan and tell her I'm in town. I sit down on the other bed and pick up the phone. I've never really forgotten her number, so I dial it. I hope she still lives there. It's been three years, not that long. right? Not that much can happen. can it?
Yeah, right. I had a kid for God's sake.
After about four rings, someone answers. It's a man's voice, doesn't sound like, Chuck.I quickly put down the receiver. "Shit!" I look at Brandon. He looks at me. "Mommy didn't say that, sweetie." He nods and looks back at the TV.
Oh my God. I could have sworn I called Susan's number. didn't I?
I pick up the phone again and redial the number. Again, the man answers. "Hello?"
".Luka?"
"Speaking. Who is this?"
"Uh." I'm speechless. "Um, hey Luka. It's Abby. Is Susan there?"
Summary: Ok, just to tell you what's goin' on.Abby left when Carter went to the Congo. When she got there, she found she was pregnant. Now, three years later, she's taking Brandon to go meet his father. See? Not that much.
A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed. Now I know how good it really does feel. Thanks again...
Now. to the story!!! *points finger to sky and pretends to fly*
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He is so beautiful. Especially when he sleeps. He looks just like Carter. But, I hope he doesn't get all of Carter's tendencies. Like leaving abruptly, running away from his problems. He probably will though. It's in his blood. I can't say much. I mean, I ran away too.
I haven't talked to him since that night before he left. I was just so mad at him for leaving like that. But, I'm not sure if I have all that anger still. I mean, look at what we've created. A happy, energetic, fun, little boy. My little Brandon. His little Brandon.
I watch him as he sleeps. His head is slightly tilted, his mouth open just a little. I'm just about to get a pillow for him when the pilot comes on the intercom and tells us to return to our seats and buckle up because we have reached Chicago.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
After we've gotten off the plane, rounded up the suitcase, and flagged down a taxi, we head to the hotel. I figure once we get there, I can call Susan and catch up with her. I tried to keep in touch with her, but, I was trying to start a new life in Boston, and then Brandon was born. I never told her I was pregnant. I guess I was afraid she'd tell Carter.
Brandon is still asleep when we pull up to the hotel. I guess he isn't very energetic on trips. Is that a good thing?
I pick him up and carry him with me to the counter so we can check in. The lady at the desk tells me that we have room 214.
As we're leaving, she adds, "ma'am? How old is he?" She's got a smile appearing across her lips.
"Almost three," I say.
"Well, he is adorable." I nod a thank you and return to the car to get our suitcase.
"Brandon, sweetie, you gotta walk for me." I say as I rub his back to try and wake him up. "C'mon. It's only a little ways." I set him down and he yawns. I hand him his little Taz book bag and help him put it on. It takes a little while, but we eventually make it up to room 214.
Once we're there, Brandon is wide awake. We finally get the door open after like ten minutes because Brandon wanted to do it. The room is like any other hotel room, two double beds, a TV, bathroom, a crib. I roll the suitcase out of the doorway. Brandon climbs onto one of the beds, finds the remote and presses every button until the television comes on. He's very smart and amazes me everyday. Just like his dad used to.
I figure now would be a good time to call Susan and tell her I'm in town. I sit down on the other bed and pick up the phone. I've never really forgotten her number, so I dial it. I hope she still lives there. It's been three years, not that long. right? Not that much can happen. can it?
Yeah, right. I had a kid for God's sake.
After about four rings, someone answers. It's a man's voice, doesn't sound like, Chuck.I quickly put down the receiver. "Shit!" I look at Brandon. He looks at me. "Mommy didn't say that, sweetie." He nods and looks back at the TV.
Oh my God. I could have sworn I called Susan's number. didn't I?
I pick up the phone again and redial the number. Again, the man answers. "Hello?"
".Luka?"
"Speaking. Who is this?"
"Uh." I'm speechless. "Um, hey Luka. It's Abby. Is Susan there?"