CARTER:

Abby's been sick for a week and a half. We're leaving tomorrow to go home and I'm really worried about her. She won't let me even take her to the ER and let me or someone else chack her out. She swears she's okay, But something is up.

This is our last night together on our honeymoon. We're lying in bed, it's about midnight, she's asleep in my arms, I'm holding her body close to mine and she's stil burning up. "Carter."

"I thought you were asleep." I whisper.

"Nah." She smiled and then turned serious and looked up at me." I'm sorry."

"For what?" Seriously. I'm puzzled.

"For ruining our honeymoon."

"What?" I'm confused now."You didn't ruin anything."

"Yes, I did."

"No, Abby... you didn't, It was wonderful."

She nodded and burried her head back into my chest."Okay."

There was a silent pause for awhile and she came back with the most difficult question I've ever gotten in my life.

"How do you feel about..kids?"

I turned away not making eye contact.

"Maybe one day, why?"

"Maybe we should try for one now..."

"You want to rush this? I want to spend more time with you, Abby."

After I said That, her grip around me loosened and I could feel something wet on my shoulder. She was crying. She's pregnant.

"Abby?"



ABBY:

I'm not sleeping. I'm ignoring him. Why, why does he not want kids? I don't that bad either, but right now I have no choice.. I want to tell him, but now....

He would make a great dad! I think so. Maybe he's just not up for the responsiblity yet. I don't know. But I can't talk to him now....great.