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I am extremely pissed off at my mother right now. I was watching the last ten minutes of "The Bachelor" waiting for ER to come on when my mother and father got home from dinner and my mother said "five minute til bed time." This has never happened before. Every week she and my father go out to dinner and every week they get home and my dad comes in and sits and watches ER with me. Apparently, my mother decided for some reason that tonight we all (my brother, sister, and I) would be going to bed at 10. Right now it's 10:30 and I refuse to go to bed. Thursday night is the only night (besides the weekend) that I ask to stay up a little later, even though it's a school night. 10 o'clock is ridiculous anyway because the earliest that I've ever gone to bed is 11:30. Uch, so now I'm really frustrated and decided to be rebellious and write! I may stay up the entire night!!! Enjoy the chapter, it was written in extreme rage. LOL.
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"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." A nurse standing next to Abby counted.
"Did I miss anything?" Carter asked, coming towards the bed.
"Not yet, but I wouldn't slow down because it's about to happen." Janet Coburn smiled. "Are you her Lamaze coach?"
"He's the replacement." Abby spoke quickly through clenched teeth as she pushed.
"Well that's good too. Why don't you go stand up by Abby and help keep her concentrating on her breathing."
John did what the obstetrician said and took Abby's hand in his.
"Okay, on the next contraction, we need a really big push and then it'll almost be time for the baby."
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." John counted as Abby squeezed his hand tightly. As she collapsed back onto the bed, he got a wet cloth and wiped her sweat covered forehead.
"You're doing great." He whispered gently to her.
"It hurts." Abby gasped.
"I know. But soon we'll have a son who will be beautiful like his mother." Carter smiled. Abby started to say something, but the next contraction started and she began to push again.
"One more push!"
"Here we go!" A few minutes later, a loud cry echoed through the room. "Congratulations, you have a health baby boy!"
"Can I see him?" Abby asked, still breathing hard.
"Wait one second and we'll get him all cleaned up." The nurse who was holding him replied. She took him to the other side of the room to weight and measure him. True to her word, a few moments later, she returned with the baby in a blanket and gently placed him in Abby's waiting arms.
"Eight pounds five ounces. Very healthy." The same nurse commented as Abby took her first real look at her son.
"He's gorgeous. John come see." Abby said, turning her head, expecting Carter to still be standing next to her. That's when she realized that he was no longer in the room. Puzzled, she asked the nurse, "Where'd he go?"
The nurse made a pointing motion to outside the room and then asked if Abby wanted her to go get him. When Abby responded positively, she left and returned a few minutes later, Carter in tow.
"Hey. Where did you go?"
"Sorry. Just needed a breather." Abby looked up and saw his face.
"Why Dr. Carter, I do believe you're crying." Abby smiled then noticed that tears were also coming down her own face.
"So are you." Carter laughed and moved to wipe a tear from Abby's cheek. She sniffed and he gently bent over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then John changed his gaze and stared down at the bundle in her arms and kissed his small nose as well.
"Well I guess this little guy needs a name, huh." Carter commented.
"How about Andrew?" Abby suggested.
"Andrew Lockhart. That's not bad."
"Uch, not Lockhart. That would be too weird with Richard and all." Abby made a face. There was a moment of silence until John asked to hold him. Abby set the baby in his arms and leaned back in the bed.
"Andrew Mark Carter." John said firmly looking into the infant's eyes.
"You don't have to do that…" Abby tried to say. "I mean, he doesn't have to have your last name."
"He's my son."
"John…" Abby sighed.
"Look, I realize that you didn't want me to be involved, but I am involved because I am his father. I've kind of gotten attached to him and I intend to love him for the rest of my life."
"John…" Abby repeated.
"And I love you too. I think it's unfair for you to not try to understand that, because it's true and I know your past relationships haven't been perfect but I love you." John said strongly before setting down Andrew in the basinet beside Abby's bed and starting for the door.
"John…wait, come back." Abby said. Her words were too late though as she heard the door shut. She let his words sink in for a moment before she turned to look at the sleeping baby that was beside her.
"So it seems he loves both of us." Abby reached out her hand and let the baby's small hand wrap around her pinky finger. "And you may be too young to understand this, but I love him too and it's complicated."
Before she knew it, she was crying again and she couldn't stop herself. When the tears finally ended, she wiped her face and picked up the phone that sat on the table beside her. She dialed a number and waited for the person to pick up.
"Maggie? You're a grandmother." Abby smiled as she said this and put all thoughts of John Carter away as she talked to her mother. After hanging up the phone 15 minutes later, she picked it up again and dialed another number.
"Hey. It's me."
"Yeah, I'm great. So is he."
"Andrew. He's perfect." Abby answered the question and looked back at the tiny baby and smiled. "He's perfect."
I am extremely pissed off at my mother right now. I was watching the last ten minutes of "The Bachelor" waiting for ER to come on when my mother and father got home from dinner and my mother said "five minute til bed time." This has never happened before. Every week she and my father go out to dinner and every week they get home and my dad comes in and sits and watches ER with me. Apparently, my mother decided for some reason that tonight we all (my brother, sister, and I) would be going to bed at 10. Right now it's 10:30 and I refuse to go to bed. Thursday night is the only night (besides the weekend) that I ask to stay up a little later, even though it's a school night. 10 o'clock is ridiculous anyway because the earliest that I've ever gone to bed is 11:30. Uch, so now I'm really frustrated and decided to be rebellious and write! I may stay up the entire night!!! Enjoy the chapter, it was written in extreme rage. LOL.
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"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." A nurse standing next to Abby counted.
"Did I miss anything?" Carter asked, coming towards the bed.
"Not yet, but I wouldn't slow down because it's about to happen." Janet Coburn smiled. "Are you her Lamaze coach?"
"He's the replacement." Abby spoke quickly through clenched teeth as she pushed.
"Well that's good too. Why don't you go stand up by Abby and help keep her concentrating on her breathing."
John did what the obstetrician said and took Abby's hand in his.
"Okay, on the next contraction, we need a really big push and then it'll almost be time for the baby."
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." John counted as Abby squeezed his hand tightly. As she collapsed back onto the bed, he got a wet cloth and wiped her sweat covered forehead.
"You're doing great." He whispered gently to her.
"It hurts." Abby gasped.
"I know. But soon we'll have a son who will be beautiful like his mother." Carter smiled. Abby started to say something, but the next contraction started and she began to push again.
"One more push!"
"Here we go!" A few minutes later, a loud cry echoed through the room. "Congratulations, you have a health baby boy!"
"Can I see him?" Abby asked, still breathing hard.
"Wait one second and we'll get him all cleaned up." The nurse who was holding him replied. She took him to the other side of the room to weight and measure him. True to her word, a few moments later, she returned with the baby in a blanket and gently placed him in Abby's waiting arms.
"Eight pounds five ounces. Very healthy." The same nurse commented as Abby took her first real look at her son.
"He's gorgeous. John come see." Abby said, turning her head, expecting Carter to still be standing next to her. That's when she realized that he was no longer in the room. Puzzled, she asked the nurse, "Where'd he go?"
The nurse made a pointing motion to outside the room and then asked if Abby wanted her to go get him. When Abby responded positively, she left and returned a few minutes later, Carter in tow.
"Hey. Where did you go?"
"Sorry. Just needed a breather." Abby looked up and saw his face.
"Why Dr. Carter, I do believe you're crying." Abby smiled then noticed that tears were also coming down her own face.
"So are you." Carter laughed and moved to wipe a tear from Abby's cheek. She sniffed and he gently bent over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then John changed his gaze and stared down at the bundle in her arms and kissed his small nose as well.
"Well I guess this little guy needs a name, huh." Carter commented.
"How about Andrew?" Abby suggested.
"Andrew Lockhart. That's not bad."
"Uch, not Lockhart. That would be too weird with Richard and all." Abby made a face. There was a moment of silence until John asked to hold him. Abby set the baby in his arms and leaned back in the bed.
"Andrew Mark Carter." John said firmly looking into the infant's eyes.
"You don't have to do that…" Abby tried to say. "I mean, he doesn't have to have your last name."
"He's my son."
"John…" Abby sighed.
"Look, I realize that you didn't want me to be involved, but I am involved because I am his father. I've kind of gotten attached to him and I intend to love him for the rest of my life."
"John…" Abby repeated.
"And I love you too. I think it's unfair for you to not try to understand that, because it's true and I know your past relationships haven't been perfect but I love you." John said strongly before setting down Andrew in the basinet beside Abby's bed and starting for the door.
"John…wait, come back." Abby said. Her words were too late though as she heard the door shut. She let his words sink in for a moment before she turned to look at the sleeping baby that was beside her.
"So it seems he loves both of us." Abby reached out her hand and let the baby's small hand wrap around her pinky finger. "And you may be too young to understand this, but I love him too and it's complicated."
Before she knew it, she was crying again and she couldn't stop herself. When the tears finally ended, she wiped her face and picked up the phone that sat on the table beside her. She dialed a number and waited for the person to pick up.
"Maggie? You're a grandmother." Abby smiled as she said this and put all thoughts of John Carter away as she talked to her mother. After hanging up the phone 15 minutes later, she picked it up again and dialed another number.
"Hey. It's me."
"Yeah, I'm great. So is he."
"Andrew. He's perfect." Abby answered the question and looked back at the tiny baby and smiled. "He's perfect."