Disclaimer: It really doesn't matter how many times you rub that little
gravy bowl and pretend it's a lamp, you still never own ER.
A/N: Look, I kno it's not a Carby yet, but I promise it will be. Soon. Very Soon. This might be a little confusing. It switches POV. I'm not telling between who, cuz ur about to read it. Thanx to u guys who reviewed- again. I luv u guys!!!
One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, now go Abby go!!!
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We walk into the coffee shop and find a booth near the back of the small shop. Brandon is still starving because who was I kidding? A half an hour to get a two year old ready, fed, and to the park? What was I thinking?
I knew this was a bad idea. Coming to the coffee shop with Brandon when he hasn't eaten since the beginning of the plane ride. It's okay though. He's been a good little boy today, so I think he deserves a muffin or at least a cookie. I'll get him real food after we leave.
A few minutes after we sit down, the waitress appears, seemingly out of nowhere, and asks if we would like anything to drink.
"Uh, can I have milk for him? And, I'll, uh, wait for my friend." She nods and leaves us there to wait for Susan.
"Mommy, why are we here?"
"You remember when I told you we were coming here so that some people could meet you? We're meeting one of them. Her name is Susan and she will be here real soon, okay sweetie?"
"Okay. Mommy, I'm hungry." He rubs his belly and gives me a small smile.
"I know, baby, but as soon as she gets here, I'll get you something." Just as I finish saying this, I look up to see Susan standing right there.
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I round the corner to the coffee shop and look at my watch. Great. I'm late. Again. I open the door and make my way in. I don't see her anywhere. Maybe I'm at the wrong shop? Maybe she's at the wrong shop? Just as I'm about to leave, I see her, in a booth all the way in the back.
What could she have to tell me that's so important?
Why couldn't we do it over the phone?
The one thing I have learned about Abby is: never question her actions. She does things the way she does for a reason. I don't know the reason. But I feel I should respect it anyways.
I head to the back of the little café and as I get closer, I can hear her talking. She doesn't have a phone to her ear. I'm assuming there's someone else here?
She lifts her head up and we immediately make eye contact.
"Hey, Susan." I can tell there's some hesitation in her voice.
"Hey, Abby." I redirect my line of sight to the little boy next to her. Then my eyes slowly make their way back to Abby's face.
"You want some coffee or something?" I nod and sit down in the booth across from her and the boy. He is a really cute little kid. "Um, Susan," she starts again, "this is my son, Brandon."
Son? Well that would make a lot of sense as to why he's sitting here, coloring in one of his books. "That's great, Abby. It really is."
Who am I kidding? 'That's great, Abby. It really is' No, it's really not!! Does she know what this is gonna do to Carter? Does she know that he hasn't been the same Carter since she left? Does she know that he hasn't gone out with another woman since she left, just hoping that one day she'd come home? Does she know that she left him heartbroken?
And then she shows up with a kid?
God!! That little bi- "He's Carter's."
"Carter's?" My eyes shoot to hers, and then once again, move to the boy.
She nods again and buries her face in her hands. For the first time since I got here, I hear little Brandon speak.
"Mommy, why are you crying?"
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I knew this was gonna happen. That's why I chose the booth in the very back of this place. I knew that I was going to sob and cry like I always do. Whenever I think of him, anyway.
Carter has his own special place in my heart. A place no one else can occupy. Brandon's place sits right next to it. Sometimes I sit up at night and cry because I miss him so much. Then I look at Brandon and see part of John, and I know I'm never without him. But it hurts to know that I may never have that special John-and-Abby relationship. I may never get to lie next to him, or listen to his sweet nothings in my ear, or just be able to steal little glances when I think he's not looking. But he was always looking.
I turn my head to see Brandon looking at me. He looks scared. He's never seen me cry before. I never let him see me cry before. Then I look at Susan. She's got this new little glint of happiness in her eyes. Her face is still pure shock, but the happiness is there now.
"I'm sorry, Susan. I didn't mean to start crying like that. I bet that's one thing you didn't miss, huh?"
She smiles and answers, "You'd be surprised how many times a certain someone came to me in tears."
"Really?"
She nods and then looks at Brandon. "He looks exactly like him."
"I know. Acts like him too." That coloring book is really keeping him occupied. "I need to tell him. Today."
She nods her head. "Do you want me to come with you? I could watch him for a while if you need me to. You probably don't want to expose him to his dad's temper so soon, huh?" She laughs as she says this and I nod.
After a few seconds, the waitress appears again, with his milk and asks if I was ready to order now. She takes a really long time for a cup of milk. I change my mind and decide not to get anything, and I guess Susan does too.
Brandon quickly finishes his milk and I pay the waitress. After a minute or so, all of Brandon's coloring stuff is packed up and we are almost out the door when something catches my eye.
This chapter was a lot longer than the other ones. Don't expect too too much of this. Because this chapter was so long, it took me longer to post it. Sorry to leave you hangin like that, but I gotta have more chapters. LOL Don't forget to review.
A/N: Look, I kno it's not a Carby yet, but I promise it will be. Soon. Very Soon. This might be a little confusing. It switches POV. I'm not telling between who, cuz ur about to read it. Thanx to u guys who reviewed- again. I luv u guys!!!
One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, now go Abby go!!!
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
We walk into the coffee shop and find a booth near the back of the small shop. Brandon is still starving because who was I kidding? A half an hour to get a two year old ready, fed, and to the park? What was I thinking?
I knew this was a bad idea. Coming to the coffee shop with Brandon when he hasn't eaten since the beginning of the plane ride. It's okay though. He's been a good little boy today, so I think he deserves a muffin or at least a cookie. I'll get him real food after we leave.
A few minutes after we sit down, the waitress appears, seemingly out of nowhere, and asks if we would like anything to drink.
"Uh, can I have milk for him? And, I'll, uh, wait for my friend." She nods and leaves us there to wait for Susan.
"Mommy, why are we here?"
"You remember when I told you we were coming here so that some people could meet you? We're meeting one of them. Her name is Susan and she will be here real soon, okay sweetie?"
"Okay. Mommy, I'm hungry." He rubs his belly and gives me a small smile.
"I know, baby, but as soon as she gets here, I'll get you something." Just as I finish saying this, I look up to see Susan standing right there.
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I round the corner to the coffee shop and look at my watch. Great. I'm late. Again. I open the door and make my way in. I don't see her anywhere. Maybe I'm at the wrong shop? Maybe she's at the wrong shop? Just as I'm about to leave, I see her, in a booth all the way in the back.
What could she have to tell me that's so important?
Why couldn't we do it over the phone?
The one thing I have learned about Abby is: never question her actions. She does things the way she does for a reason. I don't know the reason. But I feel I should respect it anyways.
I head to the back of the little café and as I get closer, I can hear her talking. She doesn't have a phone to her ear. I'm assuming there's someone else here?
She lifts her head up and we immediately make eye contact.
"Hey, Susan." I can tell there's some hesitation in her voice.
"Hey, Abby." I redirect my line of sight to the little boy next to her. Then my eyes slowly make their way back to Abby's face.
"You want some coffee or something?" I nod and sit down in the booth across from her and the boy. He is a really cute little kid. "Um, Susan," she starts again, "this is my son, Brandon."
Son? Well that would make a lot of sense as to why he's sitting here, coloring in one of his books. "That's great, Abby. It really is."
Who am I kidding? 'That's great, Abby. It really is' No, it's really not!! Does she know what this is gonna do to Carter? Does she know that he hasn't been the same Carter since she left? Does she know that he hasn't gone out with another woman since she left, just hoping that one day she'd come home? Does she know that she left him heartbroken?
And then she shows up with a kid?
God!! That little bi- "He's Carter's."
"Carter's?" My eyes shoot to hers, and then once again, move to the boy.
She nods again and buries her face in her hands. For the first time since I got here, I hear little Brandon speak.
"Mommy, why are you crying?"
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I knew this was gonna happen. That's why I chose the booth in the very back of this place. I knew that I was going to sob and cry like I always do. Whenever I think of him, anyway.
Carter has his own special place in my heart. A place no one else can occupy. Brandon's place sits right next to it. Sometimes I sit up at night and cry because I miss him so much. Then I look at Brandon and see part of John, and I know I'm never without him. But it hurts to know that I may never have that special John-and-Abby relationship. I may never get to lie next to him, or listen to his sweet nothings in my ear, or just be able to steal little glances when I think he's not looking. But he was always looking.
I turn my head to see Brandon looking at me. He looks scared. He's never seen me cry before. I never let him see me cry before. Then I look at Susan. She's got this new little glint of happiness in her eyes. Her face is still pure shock, but the happiness is there now.
"I'm sorry, Susan. I didn't mean to start crying like that. I bet that's one thing you didn't miss, huh?"
She smiles and answers, "You'd be surprised how many times a certain someone came to me in tears."
"Really?"
She nods and then looks at Brandon. "He looks exactly like him."
"I know. Acts like him too." That coloring book is really keeping him occupied. "I need to tell him. Today."
She nods her head. "Do you want me to come with you? I could watch him for a while if you need me to. You probably don't want to expose him to his dad's temper so soon, huh?" She laughs as she says this and I nod.
After a few seconds, the waitress appears again, with his milk and asks if I was ready to order now. She takes a really long time for a cup of milk. I change my mind and decide not to get anything, and I guess Susan does too.
Brandon quickly finishes his milk and I pay the waitress. After a minute or so, all of Brandon's coloring stuff is packed up and we are almost out the door when something catches my eye.
This chapter was a lot longer than the other ones. Don't expect too too much of this. Because this chapter was so long, it took me longer to post it. Sorry to leave you hangin like that, but I gotta have more chapters. LOL Don't forget to review.