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*********************************************************************** Abby didn't know what to do. She was 5 weeks pregnant with Luka's child and he up and moves to Croatia. She sat down on the couch, put her face in her hands and began to sob. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. "Go away!" Abby yelled at whoever was at the door.

"Abby, it's John. Can I come in?" Abby knew Carter wouldn't take "no" for an answer, so she went and opened the door. "You left your coat at wo-" he was cut off by the sight of her splotchy face and the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Abby, what's wrong?" "YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT'S WRONG?!?!? LUKA LEFT ME FOR CROATIA- THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG!" she yelled. She threw herself into Carter's chest and began sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh, Abs. C'mon. Lets go inside." He put a hand around her waist and led her inside. He sat down on the couch and guided her down with him. She continued to cry into his shoulder. "Shhh" he said, soothingly rubbing her pack and smoothing her hair. "It'll be ok-I promise." He wasn't sure how he was promising this to her, but he really liked this woman, and if he had to tell a little white lie to make her feel better, so be it. "I-i-it won't b-be ok. I-I'm c-c-carrying his child!" she wailed and returned to his shoulder. "Oh, Abby. It'll all be alright. It'll work out, I'm sure. Lets get you to bed, now. You look exhausted." She nodded slowly. He gathered her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He gently laid her down and pulled the covers over her. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and left the room. "Well, I can't leave her alone now. That poor girl. She didn't do anything to him to deserve this. I might as well make myself useful while I'm here" he thought to himself. He started towards the kitchen to make dinner. "Hmmmm...what do we have? Mac N' Cheese sounds good." After he had made dinner, he cleaned up the kitchen, washed the dishes, and emptied the dishwasher. About an hour later, he went to go wake Abby up. He walked silently into the room. He just stood there and stared at her for a moment. He thought she looked like an angel. "When did she get so hot? No-Carter...you can't fall in love with her. That wouldn't work out too well. Oh crap..too late." He moved over towards the bed and realized how really tired he was. He climbed into the bed, wrapped his arm around her waist and fell asleep.