Abby and Carter had decided not to tell anyone about the baby until a little more time had passed. Abby told John that she didn't expect him to marry her, and that wasn't even what she wanted. She did want to be with him, but not just because of the baby. Carter had made the decision that once Abby entered her second trimester, he would move in. Though Abby argued at first, she eventually caved in and was actually looking forward to it. Even though she still had her fears, for the time being Abby was enjoying being pregnant and being in love.
Eventually, after the start of her second trimester, they did in fact tell everyone in the ER, and everyone was very excited for the couple and the new baby that would soon be on its way. Abby started putting on weight, slowly but surely. After a while, you could even see the slight bump that was starting to form from her stomach.

One morning on the start of her twentieth week, Abby rolled out of bed heading for the bathroom and knew something was wrong. As she got closer to the bathroom, it became hard for her to breathe and she could only attempt to scream out "John" before she collapsed in pain.

The next time she woke up, she was laying on a bed in what appeared to be a private bedroom in a hospital. She looked to the left of her and saw Carter asleep holding her hand. When Carter felt the movement in the hand, he quickly sat up.

"Abby."

"Where am I?"

"You didn't come in to the hospital. I was so worried. As soon as I could I went back to your place. I found you just lying there. I was so scared. I brought you in."

"Where's the baby?" Abby said, suddenly noticing that the bump that she had started getting accustomed too was gone.

"Abby." Carter said closing his eyes trying to avoid the sadness he knew was soon to come.

"Where's my baby?"

"Abby." As he said this a second time Abby came to a realization and started to sob. "I'm sorry Abby. The doctors couldn't control the bleeding. It was too late."