Author's note - I know this whole fic has been from Abby's point of view
but I thought I'd mix it up a bit by having Carter's point of view for a
little bit.
I trudged into the ER. It was 12:15 and I was fifteen minutes early. I hadn't been in such a bad mood since . . . since forever. I hated fighting with Abby. I especially hated it when she was right. I should just tell my mother about Abby and the baby. Or I should explain to Abby why I haven't told Mom yet.
It has nothing to do with Abby. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed by her. Not at all. I just want to punish Mom for not being there after Bobby died.
I gave Susan a feeble smile as I passed the admin desk and headed to the lounge.
Abby was sitting in there so I threw my coat on the sofa and headed back out. I was too embarrassed to apologize yet. I was walking fast with my head down so I literally ran into a guy just standing around. "Sorry," he said. "But do you know Abby Lockhart?"
"Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. What the hell did this joker want with Abby?
He grinned. "I'm Carl Hunt. I have a uh . . . a lunch date with Abby."
"Carl!" Abby said, from behind me. I turned around. She was looking at me apologetically. So I gave her my best "I-don't-care" look and turned back to Carl.
"Here she is," I said in mock pleasantry. "Perhaps you'll have better luck with her than I did."
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"It's my fault," I said, staring into my beer. "I should have just talked to her."
Luka shrugged. "Woman are fickle, Carter."
I looked up at him. "Thanks," I said, sarcastically. "I feel better now."
"Woman are fickle but I don't think that Abby is," Luka continued. "It's probably just a misunderstanding. Talk to her."
"I've lost my chance," I muttered.
Luka looked at his watch. "Where's Annie?" he asked.
"Spending the night with my dad," I said, sulkily.
"Talk to her, Carter," Luka said, getting up to leave.
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"Abby? It's John. Can you, um, can you call me when you get home? I just want to talk to you. Find out where we are. Bye."
I hung up the phone and lay down on the couch. I flipped through all the channels on my TV and then turned it off. It was 11:30 at night and Abby wasn't home. Maybe she was staying with Calvin or Kevin or whatever that guy's name was.
She was out and my baby was out with her. Why was I so stupid? It was like I was trying to drive her away. I picked her ring off the coffee table and twirled it around my pinkie finger.
I picked up my phone again and dialled Abby's cell phone number. "Hello?" she said.
"Abby!" I said, sitting up. "Abby, you weren't home, I was worried."
Silence.
"Can we talk?"
"You promised you open up, Carter," she said.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"There's gonna come a time when 'I'm sorry' just isn't gonna cut it. One of these days it'll be your last chance."
I bit my lip. "I know," I said. "But you have understand. I mean, I'm learning as I go. I don't plan to do these things."
"I know," Abby said. "I'm learning too." More silence. "My lunch with Carl wasn't a date," Abby said. "We're just friends."
"Good," I said. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. And I'm sorry I haven't talked to you about my mother."
"You wanna do that now?" Abby asked.
"Over the phone?"
"Sure, why not?"
"If you want me to, I will," I said, making myself comfortable.
"Is Annie with your dad?" Abby asked.
"Yeah, she is."
"Well, why don't I come over and we can talk face to face?"
I smiled to myself. "OK."
Response to reviews -
Aaron - Yay! You're sweet too. * blushes *
Carbyfan - Yeah, see, Abby is using the ring as a weapon against Carter. Not very nice.
Carbybubbles - Fighting bad, fuzz good!
Hyperpiper (chapter 34) - No? Which do you prefer???
I trudged into the ER. It was 12:15 and I was fifteen minutes early. I hadn't been in such a bad mood since . . . since forever. I hated fighting with Abby. I especially hated it when she was right. I should just tell my mother about Abby and the baby. Or I should explain to Abby why I haven't told Mom yet.
It has nothing to do with Abby. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed by her. Not at all. I just want to punish Mom for not being there after Bobby died.
I gave Susan a feeble smile as I passed the admin desk and headed to the lounge.
Abby was sitting in there so I threw my coat on the sofa and headed back out. I was too embarrassed to apologize yet. I was walking fast with my head down so I literally ran into a guy just standing around. "Sorry," he said. "But do you know Abby Lockhart?"
"Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. What the hell did this joker want with Abby?
He grinned. "I'm Carl Hunt. I have a uh . . . a lunch date with Abby."
"Carl!" Abby said, from behind me. I turned around. She was looking at me apologetically. So I gave her my best "I-don't-care" look and turned back to Carl.
"Here she is," I said in mock pleasantry. "Perhaps you'll have better luck with her than I did."
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"It's my fault," I said, staring into my beer. "I should have just talked to her."
Luka shrugged. "Woman are fickle, Carter."
I looked up at him. "Thanks," I said, sarcastically. "I feel better now."
"Woman are fickle but I don't think that Abby is," Luka continued. "It's probably just a misunderstanding. Talk to her."
"I've lost my chance," I muttered.
Luka looked at his watch. "Where's Annie?" he asked.
"Spending the night with my dad," I said, sulkily.
"Talk to her, Carter," Luka said, getting up to leave.
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"Abby? It's John. Can you, um, can you call me when you get home? I just want to talk to you. Find out where we are. Bye."
I hung up the phone and lay down on the couch. I flipped through all the channels on my TV and then turned it off. It was 11:30 at night and Abby wasn't home. Maybe she was staying with Calvin or Kevin or whatever that guy's name was.
She was out and my baby was out with her. Why was I so stupid? It was like I was trying to drive her away. I picked her ring off the coffee table and twirled it around my pinkie finger.
I picked up my phone again and dialled Abby's cell phone number. "Hello?" she said.
"Abby!" I said, sitting up. "Abby, you weren't home, I was worried."
Silence.
"Can we talk?"
"You promised you open up, Carter," she said.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"There's gonna come a time when 'I'm sorry' just isn't gonna cut it. One of these days it'll be your last chance."
I bit my lip. "I know," I said. "But you have understand. I mean, I'm learning as I go. I don't plan to do these things."
"I know," Abby said. "I'm learning too." More silence. "My lunch with Carl wasn't a date," Abby said. "We're just friends."
"Good," I said. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. And I'm sorry I haven't talked to you about my mother."
"You wanna do that now?" Abby asked.
"Over the phone?"
"Sure, why not?"
"If you want me to, I will," I said, making myself comfortable.
"Is Annie with your dad?" Abby asked.
"Yeah, she is."
"Well, why don't I come over and we can talk face to face?"
I smiled to myself. "OK."
Response to reviews -
Aaron - Yay! You're sweet too. * blushes *
Carbyfan - Yeah, see, Abby is using the ring as a weapon against Carter. Not very nice.
Carbybubbles - Fighting bad, fuzz good!
Hyperpiper (chapter 34) - No? Which do you prefer???
