(Thanks for all the lovely feedback to the first part of this, I really
appreciate it. Makes me want to continue. I'm back from my holiday, I have
a computer, a cup of coffee next to me, and so here's the second part- I
hope you all enjoy it. I've been told by a friend that the gap between the
first part and this one is too great, and I should show the wedding.
However the wedding isn't the main point of this story and I want to get
onto the main story. This starts that off a little. The first chapter was
just to start it off, and I hope that worked okay. Sorry that there's no
wedding- but I'm sure you all have imaginations. ;))
PART 2-
Abby Carter rolled over in bed and watched her handsome husband sleeping. He looked so adorably cute when he slept. His short hair was all rustled, and his nose always seemed to twitch in a strange, childish way when he slept. She'd never tire of watching him sleep, Abby though. It was like an addiction to her, she found herself thinking. She knew for sure that she couldn't manage without him, and if anything ever happened that meant he wasn't around her anymore she'd probably suffer withdrawal symptoms.
Addiction. Perhaps that wasn't a very appropriate analogy, for either of them. Their addictions were in the past, they should be looking to the future: a future together.
Thinking about the future always got her thinking about certain things. Would she and John always be together? That didn't require much thinking: her heart told her that in life nothing would be able to separate them. What would she do with her life, career-wise? She was quite happy as a nurse right now, but would she ever want something else, wasn't to restart her training as a doctor, for example? She doubted that very much: the whole issue was of her medical training was something to do with Richard. Something that she'd rather forget.
Most of all, thinking about the future got her thinking about children. Would she and John ever have any? Did he even want kids? She couldn't be sure about that, but she hoped he did. Then, of course, there was the possibility of any of her children being bipolar, a possibility that upset her just thinking about it. She didn't think she could cope with her mother all over again, and the thought of what it would do to her marriage was too much. There was no question about whether she'd love a child with bipolar disorder: it would be impossible not to love something which was the result of her and John's love for each other. But she couldn't inflict something like bipolar disorder on a child, could she?
There were so many things that had to be taken into account when thinking about children. She'd always known it wasn't an easy decision to be made. She knew from experience what it was like. But this time was different: she was married to John, not Richard. She decided that when John woke up she'd discuss it with him. I would hopefully take a load off her mind.
*** The first thing John Carter saw when he woke up was the face of his wife. As always he was amazed at how lucky he was to be able to wake up next to this woman. She smiled at him, her eyes fixed on his face, and he knew instinctively that she'd been watching him sleep. He couldn't blame her: he often watched her in the same fashion. He returned her smile, and reached out to push a lock of hair out of her eyes.
"Good morning," he said, eyes still transfixed on her beautiful face.
"Good morning to you too; I was just about to wake you." At his questioning look, she explained. "I was feeling deserted by my husband," she said, a laughing gleam in her eyes. "That, and I know that he needs to be at work in an hour and a half!" John groaned, and rolled over to look at the clock: it was true, he had an hour and a half until his shift started. Not that he'd ever doubt that Abby was telling him the truth. I took half an hour to get to County General, so he had an hour. He leant across and gave Abby a kiss on the forehead, before forcing himself to get up and make his way to the bathroom for a shower.
*** Twenty minutes later when John emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, having showered and shaved, he found Abby and breakfast awaiting him in the kitchen. He could immediately tell that she wanted to talk to him. Abby was most definitely not a morning person, and her being out of bed and dressed before he left for an early shift when she wasn't working was exceedingly unusual. Add to that the fact that she'd been awake before him, and he knew something was on her mind.
Deciding to let her take her own time in bringing up whatever she wanted to discuss, he pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table, and sat down next to Abby who was munching on a piece of toast. She pushed a plate of toast towards him, and he took a piece, buttering it and reaching for the jam. He could tell by the way Abby was sitting that she wanted to talk, but wasn't quite sure how to start off the conversation. He decided to give her a helping hand.
"You're up bright and early," he commented casually. "Something on your mind?"
"Do I have to keep to a." she started, but thought better of it. "Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Go ahead," he said, swallowing a mouthful of toast. She looked down at her hands, and twisted her wedding ring around on her finger. He noticed this, and reached out, taking her hand in his. "Hey, don't be scared about talking to me. You're my wife and I love you. And I promise that I won't think anything differently of you, whatever you say." He made eye contact with her, communicating more effectively what he'd just said. She nodded, showing her understanding, before beginning to speak.
"I've been thinking a lot about the future recently. Our future, to be exact. There are so many things to think about, and one of those things to think about it." Here she paused, taking a deep breath. "Is kids." She seemed to relax, having finally said the word. John, too, seemed to relax, having worried for a moment that his was seriously ill, or something.
"Yes, that is something we have to think about."
"Do you want kids?" she asked, seeming to have regained her typical confidence.
"Yes, I suppose I would like kids some day," he answered, without having to really think about it. Abby smiled, relief obvious on her face. "Hang on," John said, suddenly realising something, "this isn't you trying to tell me that you're pregnant, is it?"
A small laugh escaped Abby's lips. "No," she said, laughing a little more. He breather a sigh of relief, and she smiled at him. Her smile faded as she remembered a conversation she'd have with her mother, and something important they needed to discuss about children.
"Why can't you become a doctor?" "Well that one's a little difficult." "Why couldn't you get married?" "I was married." "Why couldn't you get pregnant?" "I was pregnant." . "You're not bipolar." "I know, but my kids could be."
"Abby?" he husband's voice brought her away from her thoughts. "Is something wrong?"
"You remember Maggie?" she asked, knowing her would. He nodded. "Well, they think bipolar disorder is hereditary, these psychological experts, and."
"Abby," he interrupted her. "You are not bipolar, there would have been signs of it by now if you were."
"Oh I know," she said quickly. "It's not me I was thinking of. John, my kids could be bipolar. I don't know if I could cope with it all over again, and I don't want to push that sort of thing onto you. It wouldn't be fair on you, and it wouldn't be fair on the child. Do you understand what I mean, John?"
"I understand why you're worried, but haven't I always told you that 'we're going to be okay'? Abby, any child would be a sign of our love for each other, I could never not love it, no matter what that child was like." She smiled half-heartedly, noticing that John's words had just reflected her earlier thoughts.
"You're right, as always. We can't deny ourselves a 'proper' family, which we both want, just because they could inherit a psychological condition." John reached out towards her, and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry John, I shouldn't have worried about it. I suppose I underestimated you, in some ways."
"No apology's necessary, you had a completely legitimate worry. Just forget about it now, yeah? We'll leave the worrying for if anything does happen, which I'm sure we don't even need to think about." He kissed her gently in the lips, and then got up to continue getting ready for work.
"We're going to be okay, huh?" Abby said, smiling once again, as he cleared away his plate.
***
(There may be another part tomorrow (Tuesday). I haven't written it yet, but I'm trying to get it done before I go away again. If I do it, you'll get it. Otherwise, you're going to have to have another long wait. I'm sorry, I started this fic at a bad time I guess. But holiday does mean the possibility of having time to write. So maybe there will be a bit more when I get back.)
PART 2-
Abby Carter rolled over in bed and watched her handsome husband sleeping. He looked so adorably cute when he slept. His short hair was all rustled, and his nose always seemed to twitch in a strange, childish way when he slept. She'd never tire of watching him sleep, Abby though. It was like an addiction to her, she found herself thinking. She knew for sure that she couldn't manage without him, and if anything ever happened that meant he wasn't around her anymore she'd probably suffer withdrawal symptoms.
Addiction. Perhaps that wasn't a very appropriate analogy, for either of them. Their addictions were in the past, they should be looking to the future: a future together.
Thinking about the future always got her thinking about certain things. Would she and John always be together? That didn't require much thinking: her heart told her that in life nothing would be able to separate them. What would she do with her life, career-wise? She was quite happy as a nurse right now, but would she ever want something else, wasn't to restart her training as a doctor, for example? She doubted that very much: the whole issue was of her medical training was something to do with Richard. Something that she'd rather forget.
Most of all, thinking about the future got her thinking about children. Would she and John ever have any? Did he even want kids? She couldn't be sure about that, but she hoped he did. Then, of course, there was the possibility of any of her children being bipolar, a possibility that upset her just thinking about it. She didn't think she could cope with her mother all over again, and the thought of what it would do to her marriage was too much. There was no question about whether she'd love a child with bipolar disorder: it would be impossible not to love something which was the result of her and John's love for each other. But she couldn't inflict something like bipolar disorder on a child, could she?
There were so many things that had to be taken into account when thinking about children. She'd always known it wasn't an easy decision to be made. She knew from experience what it was like. But this time was different: she was married to John, not Richard. She decided that when John woke up she'd discuss it with him. I would hopefully take a load off her mind.
*** The first thing John Carter saw when he woke up was the face of his wife. As always he was amazed at how lucky he was to be able to wake up next to this woman. She smiled at him, her eyes fixed on his face, and he knew instinctively that she'd been watching him sleep. He couldn't blame her: he often watched her in the same fashion. He returned her smile, and reached out to push a lock of hair out of her eyes.
"Good morning," he said, eyes still transfixed on her beautiful face.
"Good morning to you too; I was just about to wake you." At his questioning look, she explained. "I was feeling deserted by my husband," she said, a laughing gleam in her eyes. "That, and I know that he needs to be at work in an hour and a half!" John groaned, and rolled over to look at the clock: it was true, he had an hour and a half until his shift started. Not that he'd ever doubt that Abby was telling him the truth. I took half an hour to get to County General, so he had an hour. He leant across and gave Abby a kiss on the forehead, before forcing himself to get up and make his way to the bathroom for a shower.
*** Twenty minutes later when John emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, having showered and shaved, he found Abby and breakfast awaiting him in the kitchen. He could immediately tell that she wanted to talk to him. Abby was most definitely not a morning person, and her being out of bed and dressed before he left for an early shift when she wasn't working was exceedingly unusual. Add to that the fact that she'd been awake before him, and he knew something was on her mind.
Deciding to let her take her own time in bringing up whatever she wanted to discuss, he pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table, and sat down next to Abby who was munching on a piece of toast. She pushed a plate of toast towards him, and he took a piece, buttering it and reaching for the jam. He could tell by the way Abby was sitting that she wanted to talk, but wasn't quite sure how to start off the conversation. He decided to give her a helping hand.
"You're up bright and early," he commented casually. "Something on your mind?"
"Do I have to keep to a." she started, but thought better of it. "Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Go ahead," he said, swallowing a mouthful of toast. She looked down at her hands, and twisted her wedding ring around on her finger. He noticed this, and reached out, taking her hand in his. "Hey, don't be scared about talking to me. You're my wife and I love you. And I promise that I won't think anything differently of you, whatever you say." He made eye contact with her, communicating more effectively what he'd just said. She nodded, showing her understanding, before beginning to speak.
"I've been thinking a lot about the future recently. Our future, to be exact. There are so many things to think about, and one of those things to think about it." Here she paused, taking a deep breath. "Is kids." She seemed to relax, having finally said the word. John, too, seemed to relax, having worried for a moment that his was seriously ill, or something.
"Yes, that is something we have to think about."
"Do you want kids?" she asked, seeming to have regained her typical confidence.
"Yes, I suppose I would like kids some day," he answered, without having to really think about it. Abby smiled, relief obvious on her face. "Hang on," John said, suddenly realising something, "this isn't you trying to tell me that you're pregnant, is it?"
A small laugh escaped Abby's lips. "No," she said, laughing a little more. He breather a sigh of relief, and she smiled at him. Her smile faded as she remembered a conversation she'd have with her mother, and something important they needed to discuss about children.
"Why can't you become a doctor?" "Well that one's a little difficult." "Why couldn't you get married?" "I was married." "Why couldn't you get pregnant?" "I was pregnant." . "You're not bipolar." "I know, but my kids could be."
"Abby?" he husband's voice brought her away from her thoughts. "Is something wrong?"
"You remember Maggie?" she asked, knowing her would. He nodded. "Well, they think bipolar disorder is hereditary, these psychological experts, and."
"Abby," he interrupted her. "You are not bipolar, there would have been signs of it by now if you were."
"Oh I know," she said quickly. "It's not me I was thinking of. John, my kids could be bipolar. I don't know if I could cope with it all over again, and I don't want to push that sort of thing onto you. It wouldn't be fair on you, and it wouldn't be fair on the child. Do you understand what I mean, John?"
"I understand why you're worried, but haven't I always told you that 'we're going to be okay'? Abby, any child would be a sign of our love for each other, I could never not love it, no matter what that child was like." She smiled half-heartedly, noticing that John's words had just reflected her earlier thoughts.
"You're right, as always. We can't deny ourselves a 'proper' family, which we both want, just because they could inherit a psychological condition." John reached out towards her, and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry John, I shouldn't have worried about it. I suppose I underestimated you, in some ways."
"No apology's necessary, you had a completely legitimate worry. Just forget about it now, yeah? We'll leave the worrying for if anything does happen, which I'm sure we don't even need to think about." He kissed her gently in the lips, and then got up to continue getting ready for work.
"We're going to be okay, huh?" Abby said, smiling once again, as he cleared away his plate.
***
(There may be another part tomorrow (Tuesday). I haven't written it yet, but I'm trying to get it done before I go away again. If I do it, you'll get it. Otherwise, you're going to have to have another long wait. I'm sorry, I started this fic at a bad time I guess. But holiday does mean the possibility of having time to write. So maybe there will be a bit more when I get back.)