A/N - okay .so this was my first real fic... It was fun, but I've just lost
all inspiration.and so - this is the final chapter! Try to enjoy...and R&R
Many thanks to..well to everyone! There are *way* too may people to
mention..off the top of my head..Becky, Hna, Ana, Charli, Helen (Mon),
Laura, Nicole, Ash, Cathi (good luck for the surgery!) and I guess Steph,
coz although she's not a carby (yet), she still talks to me... Also - many
thanks to anyone and everyone at CarbyUK, Carby.net and the Carby Board!
(If I missed anyone out - sorry! Saying things off the top of your head is
a damn hard thing to do =D ) And a special-shout out to the gals and guys
at the spoiler-free thread. you guys are my lifeline! After that long,
tedious and utterly unreadable author's note..I shall begin the
chapter.sorry for the mass of crap that it most certainly is!
~ Set many months after the last chapter - Abby is 9 months pregnant~
Abby was sitting down on the couch, when she heard the noise she had become so used to, the door slammed - John was home. Over the past few weeks when she had been off work, she had grown to notice the small things, the small habits he had, the way he liked things, the way he didn't. When she saw him enter the room and collapse on the couch, she grinned at him, trying to suppress the laugh which was threatening to let loose.
'Good day?' she asked him, as her greeting. It was funny how those two words, so simple, could mean the world to him. He smiled wistfully at her and she leaned her head against his shoulder, savouring the moment. Their perfect moment together was ruined or arguably made better, when Abby felt a pain inside her, she groaned in agony.
'Abby?' he asked, looking at her, concerned.
'Mmm?' she asked, not trusting herself to speak.
'What's wrong?'
She opened her mouth, to whisper a sharp, 'Nothing.'
'Contractions?' he asked, wincing as she gripped his hand - hard.
He took the nodding of her head as a yes and half an hour later, they arrived in the hospital.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The atmosphere in the hospital was jovial and full of excitement, the air seemed to be buzzing and on the way up to OB, Carter was waylaid by no less than seven people. When he finally made his way upstairs, he found that Abby had got there ten minutes before him and in a slightly more... Distressed mood.
'Carter - I don't think I can do this!' she said, grabbing his hand and beginning to squeeze.
'I don't think you have a choice Abby,'
'Yes I do! I can just give up and.not push!'
'And have a baby stuck inside you forever?'
'Might be better than this.'
'Somehow I don't think so - just try Abby.just try.'
'I can't..John - I can't.'
'Just push - okay?'
And so she pushed and pushed and eventually after much shouting, swearing, their child was born. It seemed funny to Abby that, out of all the pain and argument, a child was born. A child for them to love, care for and to watch grow old. It was indeed a wonderful day, the day when James Hugh Carter was born.
And so they sat, late at night, the baby in their arm and talked. They talked about how their life was going to change, how out of love - a child was born.
~ Set many months after the last chapter - Abby is 9 months pregnant~
Abby was sitting down on the couch, when she heard the noise she had become so used to, the door slammed - John was home. Over the past few weeks when she had been off work, she had grown to notice the small things, the small habits he had, the way he liked things, the way he didn't. When she saw him enter the room and collapse on the couch, she grinned at him, trying to suppress the laugh which was threatening to let loose.
'Good day?' she asked him, as her greeting. It was funny how those two words, so simple, could mean the world to him. He smiled wistfully at her and she leaned her head against his shoulder, savouring the moment. Their perfect moment together was ruined or arguably made better, when Abby felt a pain inside her, she groaned in agony.
'Abby?' he asked, looking at her, concerned.
'Mmm?' she asked, not trusting herself to speak.
'What's wrong?'
She opened her mouth, to whisper a sharp, 'Nothing.'
'Contractions?' he asked, wincing as she gripped his hand - hard.
He took the nodding of her head as a yes and half an hour later, they arrived in the hospital.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The atmosphere in the hospital was jovial and full of excitement, the air seemed to be buzzing and on the way up to OB, Carter was waylaid by no less than seven people. When he finally made his way upstairs, he found that Abby had got there ten minutes before him and in a slightly more... Distressed mood.
'Carter - I don't think I can do this!' she said, grabbing his hand and beginning to squeeze.
'I don't think you have a choice Abby,'
'Yes I do! I can just give up and.not push!'
'And have a baby stuck inside you forever?'
'Might be better than this.'
'Somehow I don't think so - just try Abby.just try.'
'I can't..John - I can't.'
'Just push - okay?'
And so she pushed and pushed and eventually after much shouting, swearing, their child was born. It seemed funny to Abby that, out of all the pain and argument, a child was born. A child for them to love, care for and to watch grow old. It was indeed a wonderful day, the day when James Hugh Carter was born.
And so they sat, late at night, the baby in their arm and talked. They talked about how their life was going to change, how out of love - a child was born.