Figuring It Out (3 months later)
Disclaimer- None of these characters belong to me, though I really wish I
owned all of them. Er would be so much better.
Summary- Abby's got a little secret. Let's see how long it takes for Carter
to figure it out.
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Abby sat in the lounge talking to Susan. Suddenly she jumped up and ran out. When she came back, she apologized to Susan. "I'm sorry. I just feel a little nauseous." Susan frowned and said, "You look very pale. Maybe you should go lay down." Abby uncharacteristically burst into tears promptly. A startled Susan jumped up and left the lounge, returning quickly with Carter in tow. Carter asked Susan, "What did you say to her to make her cry like that?" She shrugged. " I don't know. All I said was that she looks a little pale and maybe she could go lie down and then she burst into tears. I don't think I've ever seen her cry so easily."
Carter nodded and whispered, "She did the same thing to me yesterday afternoon. All I did was come in and kiss her and ask her how her day was and she burst into tears." He went over to Abby and hugged her tightly. She pushed him away roughly, saying, "John let go, you're hurting me!" At his hurt expression and Susan's shocked one, she blushed and said, "Sorry but my boobs are a little sore." Susan grinned as both Abby and Carter turned bright red. There was a long silence in the room and then Carter asked, "Abby, what is wrong with you? You cry five times a day and Susan told me that you just threw up. You've been throwing up a lot lately. This morning you threw up right in the middle of breakfast."
Abby stubbornly shook her head and leaned against Carter's tense frame, her face buried in his chest. He tipped up her chin and said, "Abby, we all care about you. If there is something bothering you, you need to tell us." Carter looked down at her expectantly. She sighed. "I said there is nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine." A wave of nausea passed over her and she ran out of the lounge.
Susan looked at Carter and asked, "Do you think she's pregnant?" He grinned and said, "I've been thinking about it for a while. On top of all the other evidence, she's been fiercely protective of her stomach. Every time I even go near her stomach, she either tries to divert my attention or curls into a ball. But I don't see why she won't tell me." Susan shook her head and smirked. "Duh! She wants you to figure it out on your own. The only reason why she hasn't told anyone yet is because she knows that someone will spill the beans."
Abby walked back into the room and headed for the coffee pot. She poured a cup out and was putting it to her lips when Carter pulled the cup out of her hand and poured it down the sink. "What the hell did you do that for? I was drinking that." He wordlessly handed her a can of ginger ale. She looked at it in distaste, but drank it anyway. " You still didn't answer my question. Why did you give me ginger ale? I told you that I wasn't sick."
"But you are pregnant. Ginger ale makes morning sickness more bearable and coffee isn't good for fetuses. I thought that you would know that, since you were an OB nurse." Carter said matter- of- factly. Abby grinned broadly. "So you finally figured it out. Took you long enough." Susan flashed Carter a look that clearly read 'I told you so' and turned to leave, saying "I'm sure that you guys want a little privacy to talk and I've got to get back to work. I'll just tell Weaver that Abby wasn't feeling good and that you took her home." Abby smiled and yelled after her, "Thanks Susan. Please don't tell anyone yet. We want to tell them together when we fell we're ready." Susan grinned and walked off, waving.
Carter put on his jacket and handed Abby her jacket as they walked out of the lounge together. When they got in the car, they both began to talk at once. Abby laughed and said, "Go ahead John." He smiled and asked, "How far along are you?" Abby knit her eyebrows in thought. " I'm about six weeks along. That means we should be having a January baby." Carter smiled broadly and held his hand to her stomach, then on a second thought pulled it away and asked, "May I?"
"Sure, but I can guarantee you that you won't be feeling anything in there for a couple of months yet.", she replied, but quickly shut up when she saw the look of pure delight on his face. By the time they got home, Carter was bubbling with excitement. Abby was less enthusiastic because the bumpy ride caused her to throw up as soon as she got inside the house. Carter settled her into the couch with a cup of tea while he went to change his clothes. When he was in the bedroom the phone rang and he almost broke his knee cap trying to answer the phone before it disturbed Abby. It was Kerry calling to check up on Abby. Carter said to her, "She just threw up, but she should feel fine once she lays down for a while."
"If she doesn't feel better, tell her to take the rest of the week off. We wouldn't want her to pass out from exhaustion or something." Carter grinned and almost shouted into the phone, "She's not sick, she's pregnant!" Kerry laughed and said, " Well congratulations to both of you! Take the rest of the day off to talk since I'm guessing that she just told you. Tell Abby that I said to take it easy." Carter hurriedly replied, "I will." and hung up.
He sat down in the living room with Abby's head in his lap. He picked up the brush that was on the coffee table and began to slowly and methodically brush out her hair. They sat in comfortable silence for a while until Abby sleepily mumbled, "You know that we're going to have to move, right? The apartment barely has enough room for the both of us, much more for a baby." John uncertainly replied, " Well we could move to the mansion. We'll have more than enough space." To that, Abby murmured, " When are we moving? It should be sooner than later, before I'm too far along to be of any help in the packing and moving." John's voice registered surprise as he said, " We can move on the next day we both have the day off." Abby noticed the surprise in Carter's voice, but was too tired to argue with him about it, so she just mumbled, "That's fine." as she yawned and drifted off to sleep.
Abby sat in the lounge talking to Susan. Suddenly she jumped up and ran out. When she came back, she apologized to Susan. "I'm sorry. I just feel a little nauseous." Susan frowned and said, "You look very pale. Maybe you should go lay down." Abby uncharacteristically burst into tears promptly. A startled Susan jumped up and left the lounge, returning quickly with Carter in tow. Carter asked Susan, "What did you say to her to make her cry like that?" She shrugged. " I don't know. All I said was that she looks a little pale and maybe she could go lie down and then she burst into tears. I don't think I've ever seen her cry so easily."
Carter nodded and whispered, "She did the same thing to me yesterday afternoon. All I did was come in and kiss her and ask her how her day was and she burst into tears." He went over to Abby and hugged her tightly. She pushed him away roughly, saying, "John let go, you're hurting me!" At his hurt expression and Susan's shocked one, she blushed and said, "Sorry but my boobs are a little sore." Susan grinned as both Abby and Carter turned bright red. There was a long silence in the room and then Carter asked, "Abby, what is wrong with you? You cry five times a day and Susan told me that you just threw up. You've been throwing up a lot lately. This morning you threw up right in the middle of breakfast."
Abby stubbornly shook her head and leaned against Carter's tense frame, her face buried in his chest. He tipped up her chin and said, "Abby, we all care about you. If there is something bothering you, you need to tell us." Carter looked down at her expectantly. She sighed. "I said there is nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine." A wave of nausea passed over her and she ran out of the lounge.
Susan looked at Carter and asked, "Do you think she's pregnant?" He grinned and said, "I've been thinking about it for a while. On top of all the other evidence, she's been fiercely protective of her stomach. Every time I even go near her stomach, she either tries to divert my attention or curls into a ball. But I don't see why she won't tell me." Susan shook her head and smirked. "Duh! She wants you to figure it out on your own. The only reason why she hasn't told anyone yet is because she knows that someone will spill the beans."
Abby walked back into the room and headed for the coffee pot. She poured a cup out and was putting it to her lips when Carter pulled the cup out of her hand and poured it down the sink. "What the hell did you do that for? I was drinking that." He wordlessly handed her a can of ginger ale. She looked at it in distaste, but drank it anyway. " You still didn't answer my question. Why did you give me ginger ale? I told you that I wasn't sick."
"But you are pregnant. Ginger ale makes morning sickness more bearable and coffee isn't good for fetuses. I thought that you would know that, since you were an OB nurse." Carter said matter- of- factly. Abby grinned broadly. "So you finally figured it out. Took you long enough." Susan flashed Carter a look that clearly read 'I told you so' and turned to leave, saying "I'm sure that you guys want a little privacy to talk and I've got to get back to work. I'll just tell Weaver that Abby wasn't feeling good and that you took her home." Abby smiled and yelled after her, "Thanks Susan. Please don't tell anyone yet. We want to tell them together when we fell we're ready." Susan grinned and walked off, waving.
Carter put on his jacket and handed Abby her jacket as they walked out of the lounge together. When they got in the car, they both began to talk at once. Abby laughed and said, "Go ahead John." He smiled and asked, "How far along are you?" Abby knit her eyebrows in thought. " I'm about six weeks along. That means we should be having a January baby." Carter smiled broadly and held his hand to her stomach, then on a second thought pulled it away and asked, "May I?"
"Sure, but I can guarantee you that you won't be feeling anything in there for a couple of months yet.", she replied, but quickly shut up when she saw the look of pure delight on his face. By the time they got home, Carter was bubbling with excitement. Abby was less enthusiastic because the bumpy ride caused her to throw up as soon as she got inside the house. Carter settled her into the couch with a cup of tea while he went to change his clothes. When he was in the bedroom the phone rang and he almost broke his knee cap trying to answer the phone before it disturbed Abby. It was Kerry calling to check up on Abby. Carter said to her, "She just threw up, but she should feel fine once she lays down for a while."
"If she doesn't feel better, tell her to take the rest of the week off. We wouldn't want her to pass out from exhaustion or something." Carter grinned and almost shouted into the phone, "She's not sick, she's pregnant!" Kerry laughed and said, " Well congratulations to both of you! Take the rest of the day off to talk since I'm guessing that she just told you. Tell Abby that I said to take it easy." Carter hurriedly replied, "I will." and hung up.
He sat down in the living room with Abby's head in his lap. He picked up the brush that was on the coffee table and began to slowly and methodically brush out her hair. They sat in comfortable silence for a while until Abby sleepily mumbled, "You know that we're going to have to move, right? The apartment barely has enough room for the both of us, much more for a baby." John uncertainly replied, " Well we could move to the mansion. We'll have more than enough space." To that, Abby murmured, " When are we moving? It should be sooner than later, before I'm too far along to be of any help in the packing and moving." John's voice registered surprise as he said, " We can move on the next day we both have the day off." Abby noticed the surprise in Carter's voice, but was too tired to argue with him about it, so she just mumbled, "That's fine." as she yawned and drifted off to sleep.
