"Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough with Sardines"
By: Kristie
A/N: like I said in the previous chapter, I'm kind of just letting my write. I might add a song to a chapter if I'm up to it. I really hope that you like this Chapter. Again, I'm not quote sure about all of the medical lingo, but I'm going to try to sound like I do. ;) [Written in Abby's POV again]
Disclaimer: I own nothing (
As I walked into my apartment, I felt that there had been an entire load taken off my back. I told him finally, and he wasn't upset, he didn't leave. I knew he wouldn't, but I'm an emotional pregnant woman, what am I suppose to think. He had to go check on Gamma; she had called while we were having coffee at Doc Magoo's about something at the Carter Mansion.
On the way home I had bought a carton of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream and sardines. I never liked sardines, ever, but I had the worst craving for them with Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream as disgusting as it sounds. What was this baby doing to me?
I settled into the couch with the carton of ice cream mixed in with the sardines and began to watch West Wing. I was really getting into it when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I say a bit annoyed.
"Abby!" I hear Susan yell; I can tell she's at Lava Lounge a bit wasted at the moment.
"Susan, what's up?" I ask, I know that either one, she wants me to come party with her and Deb, or two, they need a cab to come pick them up and can't figure out how to get one because they are so incredibly drunk.
"Come party with us." She slurs.
Bingo. I knew it. "I'm not exactly in the condition to party." I say.
"So your pregnant, you don't have to drink, just come party with us." I her giggle wildly in the background, "Come on, Kevin says you should."
"Susan!"
"Yeah?"
"Deb doesn't know I'm pregnant!" I yell wildly. I thank god that it's only Deb with her and not a huge group of people.
"Oh, yeah, right, ummm, the president is calling me on the other line. I have to go. Bye Abby!" I hear her giggle madly again then hang up the phone.
I wake up the next morning to find myself asleep in my bed and the sun shining brightly in my eyes. At first it doesn't faze me a bit, but then realize that I feel asleep on the couch. I also realize I ate ¾ of a container of ice cream with sardines. Surprisingly the thought of this makes me sick now and I run in the bathroom to throw up once again.
Once I finish, I go to wash my face and brush my teeth and realize that John is leaning on the frame of the doorway. "Morning sickness got you?" he asks.
"You could say that." I reply embarrassed that I ate almost an entire container of ice cream with sardines. "When did you come home?" I ask as I begin to brush my teeth.
He walks further into the bathroom, "Late. You feel asleep on the couch, so I put you in bed. I also threw out a melted carton of ice cream." Oddly enough at the mention of ice cream, I all over again have this craving for it with sardines again. I'm not quite sure I'm going to get used to being pregnant for a while.
"Oh yeah, I had a craving I guess." He smiles and I know he saw the sardines in it.
"I never knew you liked sardines." He says trying to hold back from laughing. I become a bit defensive.
"I can't help it!" I finish brushing my teeth and washing my face. He comes over wraps his arms around me. We always fit so perfectly together; it's meant to be.
"I know." He says kissing me. "Your off today?"
"Yeah, but you have to be to work in an hour, you better get a move on it." With that, he hops in the shower and I go back to sleep.
Around lunchtime, I find myself at a little deli in my neighborhood. I order a salad and a sandwich with a bottle of water. I see a variety of magazines while checking out and pick up one that says 1,000 Baby Names.
I pay for my lunch and sit down at one of the tables and begin to flick through it. I go through the A's, then the B's; I skip over the C's, go through the D's and almost stop for the day when I get to the E's. I eventually read through it and find the name that I love. Emily. I don't worry about finding a boys name, because I know it's going to be Jonathan Truman Carter IV if it's a boy.
Emily I feel in love with and didn't even attempt to look any farther in the magazine. I knew that if I had a little girl, she would be named Emily Carter.
I must have fallen asleep when I got back to the apartment, because the next thing I knew was I heard John yell, "Damn it." I found myself on the couch and sat up to see him running his finger under water.
I get up and walk into the kitchen. "What's wrong?"
"I just burned myself while trying to make soup."
I try my hardest not to laugh but can't help it. "What?" he asks.
"You burnt yourself making soup?" this makes me laugh a little harder. When I stop I see him smiling too.
"Well, your going to have to love me now." He says handing me a bag.
I open it up and find four cartons of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and four containers of sardines in it. I really do have the best boyfriend in the world.
I hope you liked this chapter; it was a little lighter then the other one. Please R/R! Thanks! The third Chapter will either be here or later in the week because of my busy schedule! ~Kristie.
A/N: like I said in the previous chapter, I'm kind of just letting my write. I might add a song to a chapter if I'm up to it. I really hope that you like this Chapter. Again, I'm not quote sure about all of the medical lingo, but I'm going to try to sound like I do. ;) [Written in Abby's POV again]
Disclaimer: I own nothing (
As I walked into my apartment, I felt that there had been an entire load taken off my back. I told him finally, and he wasn't upset, he didn't leave. I knew he wouldn't, but I'm an emotional pregnant woman, what am I suppose to think. He had to go check on Gamma; she had called while we were having coffee at Doc Magoo's about something at the Carter Mansion.
On the way home I had bought a carton of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream and sardines. I never liked sardines, ever, but I had the worst craving for them with Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream as disgusting as it sounds. What was this baby doing to me?
I settled into the couch with the carton of ice cream mixed in with the sardines and began to watch West Wing. I was really getting into it when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I say a bit annoyed.
"Abby!" I hear Susan yell; I can tell she's at Lava Lounge a bit wasted at the moment.
"Susan, what's up?" I ask, I know that either one, she wants me to come party with her and Deb, or two, they need a cab to come pick them up and can't figure out how to get one because they are so incredibly drunk.
"Come party with us." She slurs.
Bingo. I knew it. "I'm not exactly in the condition to party." I say.
"So your pregnant, you don't have to drink, just come party with us." I her giggle wildly in the background, "Come on, Kevin says you should."
"Susan!"
"Yeah?"
"Deb doesn't know I'm pregnant!" I yell wildly. I thank god that it's only Deb with her and not a huge group of people.
"Oh, yeah, right, ummm, the president is calling me on the other line. I have to go. Bye Abby!" I hear her giggle madly again then hang up the phone.
I wake up the next morning to find myself asleep in my bed and the sun shining brightly in my eyes. At first it doesn't faze me a bit, but then realize that I feel asleep on the couch. I also realize I ate ¾ of a container of ice cream with sardines. Surprisingly the thought of this makes me sick now and I run in the bathroom to throw up once again.
Once I finish, I go to wash my face and brush my teeth and realize that John is leaning on the frame of the doorway. "Morning sickness got you?" he asks.
"You could say that." I reply embarrassed that I ate almost an entire container of ice cream with sardines. "When did you come home?" I ask as I begin to brush my teeth.
He walks further into the bathroom, "Late. You feel asleep on the couch, so I put you in bed. I also threw out a melted carton of ice cream." Oddly enough at the mention of ice cream, I all over again have this craving for it with sardines again. I'm not quite sure I'm going to get used to being pregnant for a while.
"Oh yeah, I had a craving I guess." He smiles and I know he saw the sardines in it.
"I never knew you liked sardines." He says trying to hold back from laughing. I become a bit defensive.
"I can't help it!" I finish brushing my teeth and washing my face. He comes over wraps his arms around me. We always fit so perfectly together; it's meant to be.
"I know." He says kissing me. "Your off today?"
"Yeah, but you have to be to work in an hour, you better get a move on it." With that, he hops in the shower and I go back to sleep.
Around lunchtime, I find myself at a little deli in my neighborhood. I order a salad and a sandwich with a bottle of water. I see a variety of magazines while checking out and pick up one that says 1,000 Baby Names.
I pay for my lunch and sit down at one of the tables and begin to flick through it. I go through the A's, then the B's; I skip over the C's, go through the D's and almost stop for the day when I get to the E's. I eventually read through it and find the name that I love. Emily. I don't worry about finding a boys name, because I know it's going to be Jonathan Truman Carter IV if it's a boy.
Emily I feel in love with and didn't even attempt to look any farther in the magazine. I knew that if I had a little girl, she would be named Emily Carter.
I must have fallen asleep when I got back to the apartment, because the next thing I knew was I heard John yell, "Damn it." I found myself on the couch and sat up to see him running his finger under water.
I get up and walk into the kitchen. "What's wrong?"
"I just burned myself while trying to make soup."
I try my hardest not to laugh but can't help it. "What?" he asks.
"You burnt yourself making soup?" this makes me laugh a little harder. When I stop I see him smiling too.
"Well, your going to have to love me now." He says handing me a bag.
I open it up and find four cartons of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and four containers of sardines in it. I really do have the best boyfriend in the world.
I hope you liked this chapter; it was a little lighter then the other one. Please R/R! Thanks! The third Chapter will either be here or later in the week because of my busy schedule! ~Kristie.