A/N: I'm really sad that nobody is reviewing. Am I doing a bad job of writing Carby? Should I continue or should I stop? Please review and tell me how you guys feel about this!
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FEBRUARY 14, 2006
"Happy Valentine's Day, Abby," Yosh said, handing Abby another bouquet of long-stemmed red roses.
Susan looked over and narrowed her eyes. "Geez, Abby, what is this? The fourth bouquet this morning? Carter really has too much money on his hands."
"Yeah," muttered Jerry, rubbing his eyes. "I think I'm getting an early onset of hayfever. At least I hope it's hayfever."
"Well, if it's really necessary, you can go to the Cage and wait for Triage," Abby smirked, lowering her head to smell the roses deeply. She really was touched by John's gesture. He had even taken the day off to make a special Valentine's Day dinner for her. She was thrilled to see that John had finally gotten over the horror of Lucy's death and could now celebrate this Day of Love without guilt or regret.
Only one thing could make this day better, thought Abby.
She looked at the clock on the wall.
Ten-thirty, it read.
In three hours, she would have an appointment with Dr. Coburn to confirm the best or worse of her fears.
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Jerry sneezed into a kleenex as Susan called out, "Bless you, Jerry, and for God's sake, go home if you're sick."
"I'm not sick," snarled the tall desk clerk. "It's hayfever."
Kerry Weaver looked at him suspiciously. "Hayfever? It's the middle of February."
"No thanks to Abby's roses." Jerry shoved another bouquet of roses into Abby's arms.
"Sorry," Abby apologized, even though she could not contain her proud grin.
Weaver nodded and hobbled off, while Susan scanned Abby's face for the result of the meeting with Coburn.
"Good news?" she asked.
"Not telling."
Abby thought it was only right to tell John first.
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When the butler opened the front door, Abby was greeted again with the sight of at least a thousand red roses. It was a good thing Jerry wasn't here, or he would sneeze his head off, while Jing-Mei Chen drooled with envy.
There was a helium balloon tied to the railing of the stairs, which had a sign taped onto it. A arrow pointed up the stairwell. Abby giggled and called out, "What is this? A treasure hunt?"
John did not answer. He was *such* a romantic, Abby thought, secretly grinning.
She followed the sign up the stairs, where there was another balloon that pointed to their master bedroom suite. There, on the bed, was a box wrapped in pink tissue paper, with a silver ribbon tied elegantly on top.
Abby opened it to find a glamorous, deep-crimson low-cut evening gown. She gasped in its beauty as she felt somebody come up behind her and kiss her neck.
"Happy Valentine's Day, honey," her husband said, smiling broadly.
"Right back at you too." She returned the kiss affectionately. "But I think you overdid it with the roses."
"Yeah?"
"Jerry needed 300 mgs of Benadryl."
"Good thing I didn't give him any then, because he would have gotten a lot more."
"He gets more roses than me?"
"Well, yeah, obviously. Since I'm giving you a rose for each and everyday I've known and loved you. I've known you for six years and I've known Jerry, for, what? Twelve? Are you jealous?"
"I would be," Abby cooed. "But you are too sweet."
"Why thank you. Now, are you going to give me your present, or will I have to go on a treasure hunt?"
"I can't give it to you yet."
"Why?"
She took a deep breath and mustered up all her courage to say it. "Because it's not going to arrive for another nine months."
It took him a few seconds before he realized what she was talking about. His eyes widened with happiness. "You're pregnant?"
She nodded, starting to feel the tears bubble up. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was just because she was so content with her life. "Last time I checked."
"Wow. This is ... wow."
"I know."
He kissed her passionately then whispered, "This is the best present ever, Abby. A baby. Our baby."
"Our baby." Abby smiled as she repeated this.
John leaned down to the level of her stomach and placed his ear onto it. "Hello there, little one," he said. "It's your daddy here. I love you so much already. You and your mommy both."
Abby chuckled and tousled John's brown hair with one hand. She thought to herself, This must be the best day of my life.
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Dinner was wonderful. Carter had been taking lessons from his cook for the past few weeks just to prepare for this meal, and his effort had paid off. Abby looked delectable in her shimmery new dress. She had the glow of a ----
Carter felt a lump in his throat every single time he thought about his child-to-be.
He could not ask for more. He thought he had been the luckiest man alive when Abby agreed to marry him. Now he *knew* he definitley was the luckiest man alive. He was going to have a baby with his one and only true love. He wanted a little girl just like her. A boy would be nice too, John Truman Carter IV. Or twins.
He grinned like a fool as he realized that it didn't matter if the baby was a boy or a girl. It was his and Abby's. and they would love and cherish it forever.
Abby was eyeing the food quizzically. "Are you sure you made this?"
"I swear. I had no help at all."
"In that case, I think you should do *all* the cooking from now on. After all, I've got to stay off my feet."
"Your wish is my command, mi'lady," Carter joked, pretending to bow down. In actuality, he leaned down and held out his hand, asking for a dance.
The two of them began waltzing on the dance floor.
"You look beautiful," Carter praised his wife truthfully.
"it's the dress," she replied modestly. "You've totally wasted money buying this dress for me. I wouldn't ever be able to fit into it again, after I've had the baby ..."
"Then I'll buy you another one. And a matching one for the baby if it's a girl. I'd be dancing with the two most beautiful women in the world."
Abby laughed and kiss him on the lips sweetly. "I love you, John."
"I love you too, Abby," he said, and he meant it with all his heart.
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FEBRUARY 14, 2006
"Happy Valentine's Day, Abby," Yosh said, handing Abby another bouquet of long-stemmed red roses.
Susan looked over and narrowed her eyes. "Geez, Abby, what is this? The fourth bouquet this morning? Carter really has too much money on his hands."
"Yeah," muttered Jerry, rubbing his eyes. "I think I'm getting an early onset of hayfever. At least I hope it's hayfever."
"Well, if it's really necessary, you can go to the Cage and wait for Triage," Abby smirked, lowering her head to smell the roses deeply. She really was touched by John's gesture. He had even taken the day off to make a special Valentine's Day dinner for her. She was thrilled to see that John had finally gotten over the horror of Lucy's death and could now celebrate this Day of Love without guilt or regret.
Only one thing could make this day better, thought Abby.
She looked at the clock on the wall.
Ten-thirty, it read.
In three hours, she would have an appointment with Dr. Coburn to confirm the best or worse of her fears.
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Jerry sneezed into a kleenex as Susan called out, "Bless you, Jerry, and for God's sake, go home if you're sick."
"I'm not sick," snarled the tall desk clerk. "It's hayfever."
Kerry Weaver looked at him suspiciously. "Hayfever? It's the middle of February."
"No thanks to Abby's roses." Jerry shoved another bouquet of roses into Abby's arms.
"Sorry," Abby apologized, even though she could not contain her proud grin.
Weaver nodded and hobbled off, while Susan scanned Abby's face for the result of the meeting with Coburn.
"Good news?" she asked.
"Not telling."
Abby thought it was only right to tell John first.
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When the butler opened the front door, Abby was greeted again with the sight of at least a thousand red roses. It was a good thing Jerry wasn't here, or he would sneeze his head off, while Jing-Mei Chen drooled with envy.
There was a helium balloon tied to the railing of the stairs, which had a sign taped onto it. A arrow pointed up the stairwell. Abby giggled and called out, "What is this? A treasure hunt?"
John did not answer. He was *such* a romantic, Abby thought, secretly grinning.
She followed the sign up the stairs, where there was another balloon that pointed to their master bedroom suite. There, on the bed, was a box wrapped in pink tissue paper, with a silver ribbon tied elegantly on top.
Abby opened it to find a glamorous, deep-crimson low-cut evening gown. She gasped in its beauty as she felt somebody come up behind her and kiss her neck.
"Happy Valentine's Day, honey," her husband said, smiling broadly.
"Right back at you too." She returned the kiss affectionately. "But I think you overdid it with the roses."
"Yeah?"
"Jerry needed 300 mgs of Benadryl."
"Good thing I didn't give him any then, because he would have gotten a lot more."
"He gets more roses than me?"
"Well, yeah, obviously. Since I'm giving you a rose for each and everyday I've known and loved you. I've known you for six years and I've known Jerry, for, what? Twelve? Are you jealous?"
"I would be," Abby cooed. "But you are too sweet."
"Why thank you. Now, are you going to give me your present, or will I have to go on a treasure hunt?"
"I can't give it to you yet."
"Why?"
She took a deep breath and mustered up all her courage to say it. "Because it's not going to arrive for another nine months."
It took him a few seconds before he realized what she was talking about. His eyes widened with happiness. "You're pregnant?"
She nodded, starting to feel the tears bubble up. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was just because she was so content with her life. "Last time I checked."
"Wow. This is ... wow."
"I know."
He kissed her passionately then whispered, "This is the best present ever, Abby. A baby. Our baby."
"Our baby." Abby smiled as she repeated this.
John leaned down to the level of her stomach and placed his ear onto it. "Hello there, little one," he said. "It's your daddy here. I love you so much already. You and your mommy both."
Abby chuckled and tousled John's brown hair with one hand. She thought to herself, This must be the best day of my life.
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Dinner was wonderful. Carter had been taking lessons from his cook for the past few weeks just to prepare for this meal, and his effort had paid off. Abby looked delectable in her shimmery new dress. She had the glow of a ----
Carter felt a lump in his throat every single time he thought about his child-to-be.
He could not ask for more. He thought he had been the luckiest man alive when Abby agreed to marry him. Now he *knew* he definitley was the luckiest man alive. He was going to have a baby with his one and only true love. He wanted a little girl just like her. A boy would be nice too, John Truman Carter IV. Or twins.
He grinned like a fool as he realized that it didn't matter if the baby was a boy or a girl. It was his and Abby's. and they would love and cherish it forever.
Abby was eyeing the food quizzically. "Are you sure you made this?"
"I swear. I had no help at all."
"In that case, I think you should do *all* the cooking from now on. After all, I've got to stay off my feet."
"Your wish is my command, mi'lady," Carter joked, pretending to bow down. In actuality, he leaned down and held out his hand, asking for a dance.
The two of them began waltzing on the dance floor.
"You look beautiful," Carter praised his wife truthfully.
"it's the dress," she replied modestly. "You've totally wasted money buying this dress for me. I wouldn't ever be able to fit into it again, after I've had the baby ..."
"Then I'll buy you another one. And a matching one for the baby if it's a girl. I'd be dancing with the two most beautiful women in the world."
Abby laughed and kiss him on the lips sweetly. "I love you, John."
"I love you too, Abby," he said, and he meant it with all his heart.