"Abby, I really appreciate you coming down to the ER." Kerry said walking to the admit desk. Abby smiled.
"It's fine." Abby smiled as she caught up with Kerry, "Dr. Coburn gave me the go ahead because it's really slow upstairs."
"Good." Kerry smiled and handed Abby a chart, "This woman needs some stitches."
"Okee dokee." Abby took the chart and went into the suture room. "Mrs. Taylor, good after noon. I'm Abby Lockhart and I'll be closing up that wound on your arm." Abby smiled as she sat down next to the elderly woman.
"Thank you, child." The woman smiled, "Please call me Annabelle. "Abby smiled.
"All right, Annabelle. She said getting a thread and needle. "How did this happen?" Annabelle smiled.
"I was pickling some beets and I broke a jar."
"You pickle beets?" Abby asked starting the stitches.
"Yes. My husband and I pickled beets and everything else under the sun." Annabelle chuckled, "You have to when you have eight kids. How many kids do you have?"
"Oh. I have no kids." Abby laughed.
"Yes you do."
"No. I don't." Abby smiled, "I think I'd know if I was a mother."
"You just have that motherly glow about you." Annabelle said narrowing her eyes, "Are you pregnant?" Abby laughed.
"No. No." She smiled. "So, eight kids?"
"Yes, child." Annabelle said, "Michael, Megan, Sara, Rose, Heather, Elizabeth, Victoria, and Emily."
"Only one boy." Abby chuckled.
"Yes. My husband was a little upset because he needed boys to help harvest, but we were blessed with girls."
"Harvest?" Abby asked with interest.
"Oh yes Child. Don't you harvest?" Annabelle asked, "After the fire in Chicago, we thought that we should help out."
"Fire?"
"Child, don't tell me you don't know about the great Chicago fire." Annabelle smiled. Abby glanced at the elderly woman. This woman needs phsyc, Abby thought. She cleared her throat.
"Yes. I've heard of it." Abby said, "so, tell me Annabelle, where do you live?"
"On the farm, my child." Abby sighed.
"Do you live in a home with other elderly people?"
"Elderly?" Annabelle laughed; "I'm only twenty-nine years old." Abby gave her a pity smiled.
"Of course you are Annabelle." Abby said, "stay here. I'll be right back." Abby walked out into the hallway, "hey Lydia can you get Dr. Legaspi down here? The elderly woman in the suture room is extremely disoriented."
"Right away." Lydia smiled. Abby looked around the ER. Maybe she should go back to medical school. Abby chuckled slightly touching her cheek. A glow? What kind of glow do I have? Does it show?
Luka walked into exam four to find his patient Rupert Shaw ripping up tiny pieces of paper. He sat down next to his patient.
"Hello Mr. Shaw."
"Rupert. Please call me Rupert." He said quickly, "did you know if you fold any size piece of paper big or small, you can only fold it seven times?"
"Ah...no I didn't." Luka smiled glancing down at his chart, "So, Rupert, it says here that you were getting nausea."
"I guess so yes. I told the nurse that." Rupert said, "do you read? I read. 'Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."
"Romeo and Juliet...I read that in school." Luka said checking his vitals. "Rupert have you had anything to eat or drink in the past couple of days?"
"What should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;" Rupert mumbled, "Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great?" Luka nodded.
"Right...Pysch consult."
"No!" Rupert snapped. Luka looked at him.
"What?"
"No stupid physiologist. I hate them. They don't understand me." He said, "They don't understand my love for Shakespeare."
"Okay." Luka nodded, "You love to read his works."
"No. I want to be him. He was a master mind...If he was here nowadays he would have been taken more seriously." Luka nodded slightly as he stood up.
"I'll be right back." Luka walked out into the hallway. "Lydia, I need phsyc down here."
"Dr. Legaspi is busy right now, but I'll tell her to get over there as soon as she can."
"Thank you." Luka smiled walking over to the admit desk. He noticed Abby filling out a chart, "Hey Love. Slow day upstairs?"
"Yeah. Kerry wanted me down here." Abby said looking up at him, "We need to talk."
"Okay," He smiled, "I'm listening." Abby looked around the ER.
"No somewhere private." She said. Luka's heart sank. Oh god...this cant be good. When they want to talk in private, it's not good. Abby took Luka's hand and led him into the supply closet. She quickly shut the door and looked at him.
"Abby, I'm sorry. What ever I did I'm so sorry. Don't be mad at me." Luka pleaded with her. A smile curled up o Abby's face.
"You're not in trouble, but now I'm getting suspicious." Luka breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't get suspicious...I was just worried since you wanted to talk to me in private." He said.
"Don't worry. It's something good." Luka smiled.
"I need some good news." Luka said taking her hand. "What is it?"
"Well," Abby wasn't sure if she could actually form the words. She took in a deep breath, "I think...I might be pregnant. I mean, I know I thought I was before, but I feel like I am now...I..I know I'm pregnant." Luka stood there dumbfounded for a moment. He cleared his throat.
"How...I-I mean...why do you think you are?" Luka sputtered out. Abby smiled slightly.
"Well, My period is late, I've been getting really tired, and you've seen my appetite." Abby smiled, "Classic signs." Luka smiled slightly.
"Have...have you taken a test?" Abby shook her head.
"I thought we should do it together." She said. Luka nodded.
"Wow." He said as it started to sink in. "Wow." Abby smiled brightly.
"So...You want this?" She asked. Luka nodded.
"More than ever." He said engulfing her in a hug.
"I guess we should go get the test done."
* * *
Abby and Luka sat in the room in silence. She sat on the table swinging her legs back and forth impatiently. Janet could walk through those doors with news that could change their lives forever. The door opened and Janet walked in. She looked at the couple.
"Well," Janet sat down in front of them, "What do you think about the date January 11th, 2002?" Luka and Abby stared at her.
"W-Wh....W-Why?" Abby stuttered.
"Because I took in account your last menstrual cycle, the number of days in it, and I came up with that for your due date." Janet smiled. The room seemed to spin around them. Luka swallowed hard taking Abby's hand. "Guys, you're having a baby." Abby covered her mouth in disbelief. "Congratulations."
"Oh my god." Abby said. Luka was speechless. "Oh my god." She looked at Luka with tear brimmed eyes, "Oh my god." Janet laughed slightly.
"You're about six weeks along, Abby." Janet said standing up, "I'd like to schedule an Ultrasound soon so we can take a look at the baby...Well, you know the drill."
"Oh my god." Abby repeated herself. Janet laughed as she left the room. Abby looked at Luka, "Oh my god."
"You said that already." He said as a smile spread across his face. "We're having a baby, Abby." Luka stood up and wrapped his arms around Abby.
"Oh my god." Abby started to cry into his chest, "We're having a baby." Luka smiled brightly. He had forgotten this feeling. This feeling of pure bliss. He felt it when Danjiela became pregnant and his children were born and he was finally feeling it again. The new chapter in his life was finally open and he couldn't wait to continue reading it knowing that his life with Abby was going to be wonderful.