Note: I'm not really sure where I am going with this story at this point but I am gonna try and make sure Carter and Abby end up together in the end. I am open to any suggestion for a future chapter.
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The next day I wake up to the sound of the shower being turned on. Shit! Did I over sleep? What time is it? I look at the clock sitting on the side table next to my bed, it's 6:30 in the morning. Good I didn't over sleep. I get up and make my way to the kitchen. I guess John already made coffee. Man I am tired. Yesterday was such a long day. The fight with John has emotionally drained me and my whole six hours of sleep didn't help much.
"Morning sleeping beauty." She looks exhausted but she looks gorgeous. Ha! She is eyeing me! That's what she does though, when I don't have my shirt on.
"Morning. What time does your shift start?" He looks so damn good without his shirt on! Great, he just saw me looking at him.
"It starts at 7:30 which means I need to hurry if I don't want to be late."
"Oh. Well umm… I start at 8 but I can do in early with you if you want." I hope he says yes. I mean we still need to talk some more.
"Yeah that would be great. So do you want to have dinner with me tonight. I know this great new Italian restaurant that just opened a few weeks ago. I should be able to get a reservation since my dad knows the owner." Her protective barriers that were up last night seem to be down this morning. Her eyes are saying everything to me today, more so than usual.
"Sure, sounds good." Wonderful something else I have to get dressed up for but I don't mind. Hell I am going with Carter, dressing up shouldn't be to bad.
"I have to go finish getting ready." I hurry out of the room. If I am late Weaver will have my ass.
"John you ready?" I am yelling as I put my shoes on. He sure does take a long time to get ready, especially when he is just gonna get bled on, puked on, or spit on. He comes running to the door hoping on one foot while putting a shoe on his other. "You look ridiculous!" I say giggling. "Why don't you just slow down and put your shoes on. You'll end up being even more late than you already are if you fall and hurt yourself, now sit down please." Sometimes I really wonder about him.
"Okay." I sit put my shoes on and I grab her hand as we make our way out the door.
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Later that day
"Wear something nice, but it doesn't have to be a dress." I can't wait to see what she is wearing for dinner.
"Okay. You'll be there at 8 right?" He looks so adorable standing there in his scrubs, all sweaty, with that stupid little grin on his face.
"No, 8:30 I need time to get cleaned up." Which is true. I had been thrown up on and bled on today but I didn't get spit on. That's something positive out of the whole day.
Damn what am I going to wear! I have nothing. Oh wait that's perfect. I pulled out a pair of pinstripe black pants a beige long sleeve top, and my black two inch heel pumps. I put everything on in a hurry and went to the bathroom to finish my hair. I pulled out and alligator clip and clipped my hair back leaving two small sections of hair spiral curled on the sides of my face. Suddenly I heard him knock. I walked quickly into the living room, grabbed my purse of the side table by the couch and my keys off the coffee table and went to answer the door.
"Wow!" She looks stunning! "You look great." She smiles and starts blushing. It's not often that she does this sort of thing.
"Thank you. I'm ready so…"
"Yeah lets go." I take her arm in mine. "Shall we?" I smile down at her.
"Yes we shall." He looks so handsome in his tux! We walk to the limo that is waiting outside. Of course he has a limo, he always does.
"After you." she gets in.
"Thank you." he gets in after me. Sits down and we head to the restaurant.
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That is chapter 3. I wanted to end this chapter on a good note so I will put the dinner in the next chapter. And the story is not all fuzz from here on out, there will be more angst, a whole lot more angst.
