Here goes. (Again.)
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"There you are," Carter said, bringing himself through the lounge door. Abby was alone, on the couch. Her legs were tucked under her.
Smiling, she said, "I couldn't find you when those two kids came in," she said. "The ones in - "
"Cardiac arrest," he smiled. "I remember. Susan pulled me into another room to talk to me."
"About what?" she asked, looking concerned, but more surprised.
"Nothing really," he laughed. "Its not like we did anything. She just wanted to ask me about some guy with lacerations on his face."
"She doesn't know what to do with a few lacerations?" she said, speculating.
He shook his head at her remark. "There was previous damage to his face, and she was afraid she'd get in the way of its recovery."
She nodded, understanding. She stood up with a smile, then yawned. "Want to go get some coffee or something?"
Her attempt to stifle the yawn made him chuckle to himself. "Sure. Doc's?"
"Where else?" she asked with a sweet smile. "Come on."
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"You carried me from the L today," she said.
He laughed. "You were out, even when the train was moving. How do you work the late shifts?"
She shook her head heavily. "I'm a fighter."
"I'm telling you," he laughed. "You were out in like a second. I swear."
She shrugged. "Thanks for carrying me to work." She giggled.
He giggled as well and took a sip of his coffee. "You deserved it."
She rubbed his hand with hers, and yawned again. "You almost done?" She turned her wrist toward her to catch the time, then pushed her sleeve back over it and watched him finish the last of his coffee.
"Done," he said happily. "Let's go."
She smiled as he picked her up by her hand. She giggled to herself as he pulled her out of the door and down the street. Detouring into the alley, they stood in the dark for a second. Smiling, they were pulled into a kiss.
It was bliss. They were still smiling, making the kiss more special. They were happy.
For once, Carter was genuinely happy.
"Wait," Abby said, pulling apart from the kiss. Her eyes were still closed, but she opened them, breathing heavily to meet his. Squinting slightly, she asked, "Did anyone see you carry me in today?"
Carter shrugged. "A few people. Why?"
"Aw, John," she whined, hitting his chest lightly with her fist.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Now they're going to start saying stuff," she whimpered on.
Carter laughed aloud, to which Abby looked astounded. "What would they say? That we're dating?"
She knew he was going somewhere with this comment, so she stopped.
"I'm proud of you Abby," he said, with a completely joyously spread smile. "I'm glad to be with you. I'm more than glad. I don't care what they say. Don't you feel the same?"
She bit her lip and leaned into his chest. "Of course," she said. "I'm happy to."
He hugged her, giggling slightly. Her small arms made their way around to his back where they met. They hugged. It was bliss - again. He reached down to her head and kissed her sweetly.
"Want to go back to your place?" he asked.
She nodded. "Let's go."
And again they made their way to Abby's apartment. Halfway there, Carter stooped down to pick her up. She laughed, and then eventually he joined her. By the time they arrived at Abby's apartment, she was asleep in his arms again.
He opened the door to her apartment with the key she held in her hand. He kicked it gently with his foot, bringing it to a full open. He made his way to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
She was beautiful.
He kissed her forehead and then her nose. He smiled, brushing back the falling hair about her face, and patted her stomach before turning to leave.
"John," she said.
He turned, startled, and saw her with a smile. "Yeah?" He wore his own smile now.
She looked down shyly, then back up. "Stay."
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Ha. Ha. Sly, there, Abby.
This was a very short chapter...
-me
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"There you are," Carter said, bringing himself through the lounge door. Abby was alone, on the couch. Her legs were tucked under her.
Smiling, she said, "I couldn't find you when those two kids came in," she said. "The ones in - "
"Cardiac arrest," he smiled. "I remember. Susan pulled me into another room to talk to me."
"About what?" she asked, looking concerned, but more surprised.
"Nothing really," he laughed. "Its not like we did anything. She just wanted to ask me about some guy with lacerations on his face."
"She doesn't know what to do with a few lacerations?" she said, speculating.
He shook his head at her remark. "There was previous damage to his face, and she was afraid she'd get in the way of its recovery."
She nodded, understanding. She stood up with a smile, then yawned. "Want to go get some coffee or something?"
Her attempt to stifle the yawn made him chuckle to himself. "Sure. Doc's?"
"Where else?" she asked with a sweet smile. "Come on."
--
"You carried me from the L today," she said.
He laughed. "You were out, even when the train was moving. How do you work the late shifts?"
She shook her head heavily. "I'm a fighter."
"I'm telling you," he laughed. "You were out in like a second. I swear."
She shrugged. "Thanks for carrying me to work." She giggled.
He giggled as well and took a sip of his coffee. "You deserved it."
She rubbed his hand with hers, and yawned again. "You almost done?" She turned her wrist toward her to catch the time, then pushed her sleeve back over it and watched him finish the last of his coffee.
"Done," he said happily. "Let's go."
She smiled as he picked her up by her hand. She giggled to herself as he pulled her out of the door and down the street. Detouring into the alley, they stood in the dark for a second. Smiling, they were pulled into a kiss.
It was bliss. They were still smiling, making the kiss more special. They were happy.
For once, Carter was genuinely happy.
"Wait," Abby said, pulling apart from the kiss. Her eyes were still closed, but she opened them, breathing heavily to meet his. Squinting slightly, she asked, "Did anyone see you carry me in today?"
Carter shrugged. "A few people. Why?"
"Aw, John," she whined, hitting his chest lightly with her fist.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Now they're going to start saying stuff," she whimpered on.
Carter laughed aloud, to which Abby looked astounded. "What would they say? That we're dating?"
She knew he was going somewhere with this comment, so she stopped.
"I'm proud of you Abby," he said, with a completely joyously spread smile. "I'm glad to be with you. I'm more than glad. I don't care what they say. Don't you feel the same?"
She bit her lip and leaned into his chest. "Of course," she said. "I'm happy to."
He hugged her, giggling slightly. Her small arms made their way around to his back where they met. They hugged. It was bliss - again. He reached down to her head and kissed her sweetly.
"Want to go back to your place?" he asked.
She nodded. "Let's go."
And again they made their way to Abby's apartment. Halfway there, Carter stooped down to pick her up. She laughed, and then eventually he joined her. By the time they arrived at Abby's apartment, she was asleep in his arms again.
He opened the door to her apartment with the key she held in her hand. He kicked it gently with his foot, bringing it to a full open. He made his way to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
She was beautiful.
He kissed her forehead and then her nose. He smiled, brushing back the falling hair about her face, and patted her stomach before turning to leave.
"John," she said.
He turned, startled, and saw her with a smile. "Yeah?" He wore his own smile now.
She looked down shyly, then back up. "Stay."
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Ha. Ha. Sly, there, Abby.
This was a very short chapter...
-me