"Morning roomie."
"See your up at the crack of dawn, what is it, 10?"
"Hey let a pregnant woman sleep till 9:30 on her day off!"
Abby had made her way down stairs to the kitchen. At 5 months, she was definitely starting to show now, even in the maternity wear. She knew she would have to tell everyone soon.
"What are you cooking?"
"Scrambled eggs, your favorite."
"How kind."
"Well I thought this might get you in the mood for helping me make the dinner for tonight."
"Sucking up are we?"
"You never know."
Abby eased her way onto the stool up against the counter. It was Christmas Eve day, and Carter and Abby were having Susan, Chuck and baby Julia over for Christmas Eve dinner.
"Are you making a turkey?"
"Of course."
"God, I am craving turkey so much. I think all this Christmas is getting to me, I am feeling so jolly and merry. Too much Holiday Cheer!"
"It might do you some good."
"Are you implying that I have been crabby lately?"
"Mood swings, more like it."
"New flash: pregnant women get mood swings!"
Abby laughed, she had today and tomorrow off, so she was looking forward to just relaxing and enjoying the holidays.
"Your mom called this morning."
So much for relaxing Abby thought.
"She was wondering why the number for your apartment had been changed."
"Did you tell her?"
"I thought you might want to."
"Let me call her."
Abby slipped off the stool and started to head for the phone when Carter stopped her dead in her tracks.
"No need, she is coming in later today."
Abby spun around and laughed.
"That a good one, I thought you just said that my mother is coming into town today. But not even you would be stupid enough to do that."
Carter just stared at her, then plopped some eggs and bacon onto a plate. Abby raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh crap."
"Come on, it wont be that bad, she is better now, she is on her meds, she is doing well. She wanted to see you for the holidays."
"This will be great fun."
"You never know."
"I am only doing this, because I would rather tell her in person that I am pregnant."
"Really?"
"Yeah, with her, things are better in person than on the phone."
"Do want me to pick her up?"
"Carter, last time she checked, we still weren't talking. I think that she might jump to conclusions, and very weird ones, if you went to pick her up. She probably already has a million questions now since you answered the phone. I'll pick her up."
Abby thought things would be better that way. Abby could explain everything about the situation, so when Maggie saw Carter, she wouldn't ask weird questions.
"When is she coming in?"
"Three in the afternoon at Union Station, then dinner starts at six."
"She still hates to fly."
Abby sat back down and Carter sat next to her. As Abby started to eat the food, Carter reached over and touched her stomach. It always kinda weirder Abby out when people touched her stomach, it was just one of those things she hated. Some people hated it when you touched their feet, with her, it was her stomach.
"Have you felt the baby kick yet?"
"No, but Dr. Dunbar said soon."
Carter looked on the fridge where the most recent ultra sound was. Abby had gone again a week ago, just to check everything out again. Carter and her had decided that they didn't want to know the sex, it would be better if it was unknown. Abby wanted the surprise.
She would be happy with a boy, because she had practically raised her brother, and so she knew how to do that. But a boy might be harder for Carter, because of all the past. A girl would be great too, but she was worried, would it be like a mini Maggie? Would the baby become bipolar? She supposed that could happen with either, but something about a girl, it just made it seem more likely.
Abby shook her head, no, she was being stupid. She couldn't dwell on things like this. She didn't want to. She looked at Carter again, he smiled.
"So I'll clean up the dining room and living room." Abby suggested, trying to get her mind on something new.
"Okay, I'll start the food then I'll help you."
Abby grabbed her finished plate of food and placed it in the dishwasher, and headed back up stairs to get dressed. She was really enjoying living with Carter. She liked having someone there when she went to bed and when she woke up. Someone to talk with and laugh with. he seemed to be doing really well. He hadn't been drinking in over three months, and they were slowly working though things. There were still issues left to be talked about. Somethings she didn't dare mention, things that he had to bring up for them to talk about, but over all, things were going really well. Abby chose a shirt that was a little tighter fitting, it really showed off her stomach, which seemed pretty normal for 5 months. She was showing, past the stage where it could just be fat, but not so big where she just wanted the baby to come out. She wondered what the pregnancy was doing to her, she was perfectly happy it seemed. But there was something, something there that she didn't understand. It seemed to push through all the happiness that surrounded her. Something that even when she was perfectly happy, suddenly made her want to cry. She needed it, but couldn't have it, she didn't know what 'it' was though.
Abby went down stairs again, passing the babies room. She looked in and smiled, it was beautiful. All it needed was to be painted. Abby was going to do that tonight, after Carter went to sleep, she was going to paint it as a Christmas present. She also had some nice new clothes, a shirt and a new tie that he could wear to work. But mostly the room was going to be his present.
Abby looked at the living room. The christmas tree in it was huge, they had decorated it last weekend. They had gotten the silver confetti everywhere, which she now had to vacuum up.
Abby grabbed the vacuum and a holiday CD which she popped into the stereo, blasting the tunes, she started vacuuming, singing Jingle bell rock as she did. Everyonce in a while she stopped to use the vacuum head as a microphone. Abby had been doing this for twenty minutes when she looked up to see Carter standing in the entry way to the kitchen smiling at her. No, not smiling, laughing. Abby turned off the vacuum. "What?" Abby asked, although she knew he was laughing at her.
"Those are some nice moves you have there."
"I was just getting into the holiday spirit thank you."
"I could go out and rent a Santa suit. Your stomach is big enough so that you don't need a pillow."
"I am wearing those favorite underwear of yours. The sexy pink kitten ones."
"You better stop now, or else I may not be able to resist your devilish charms."
Abby smiled and turned the vacuum back on as she listened to more holiday tunes. Not really knowing why, but she wished, Carter had come and kissed her. No, Abby thought, it's just the pregnancy. This wasn't her talking, this was the pregnancy. She read in the book that pregnant women crave sex. That must be it.
"See your up at the crack of dawn, what is it, 10?"
"Hey let a pregnant woman sleep till 9:30 on her day off!"
Abby had made her way down stairs to the kitchen. At 5 months, she was definitely starting to show now, even in the maternity wear. She knew she would have to tell everyone soon.
"What are you cooking?"
"Scrambled eggs, your favorite."
"How kind."
"Well I thought this might get you in the mood for helping me make the dinner for tonight."
"Sucking up are we?"
"You never know."
Abby eased her way onto the stool up against the counter. It was Christmas Eve day, and Carter and Abby were having Susan, Chuck and baby Julia over for Christmas Eve dinner.
"Are you making a turkey?"
"Of course."
"God, I am craving turkey so much. I think all this Christmas is getting to me, I am feeling so jolly and merry. Too much Holiday Cheer!"
"It might do you some good."
"Are you implying that I have been crabby lately?"
"Mood swings, more like it."
"New flash: pregnant women get mood swings!"
Abby laughed, she had today and tomorrow off, so she was looking forward to just relaxing and enjoying the holidays.
"Your mom called this morning."
So much for relaxing Abby thought.
"She was wondering why the number for your apartment had been changed."
"Did you tell her?"
"I thought you might want to."
"Let me call her."
Abby slipped off the stool and started to head for the phone when Carter stopped her dead in her tracks.
"No need, she is coming in later today."
Abby spun around and laughed.
"That a good one, I thought you just said that my mother is coming into town today. But not even you would be stupid enough to do that."
Carter just stared at her, then plopped some eggs and bacon onto a plate. Abby raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh crap."
"Come on, it wont be that bad, she is better now, she is on her meds, she is doing well. She wanted to see you for the holidays."
"This will be great fun."
"You never know."
"I am only doing this, because I would rather tell her in person that I am pregnant."
"Really?"
"Yeah, with her, things are better in person than on the phone."
"Do want me to pick her up?"
"Carter, last time she checked, we still weren't talking. I think that she might jump to conclusions, and very weird ones, if you went to pick her up. She probably already has a million questions now since you answered the phone. I'll pick her up."
Abby thought things would be better that way. Abby could explain everything about the situation, so when Maggie saw Carter, she wouldn't ask weird questions.
"When is she coming in?"
"Three in the afternoon at Union Station, then dinner starts at six."
"She still hates to fly."
Abby sat back down and Carter sat next to her. As Abby started to eat the food, Carter reached over and touched her stomach. It always kinda weirder Abby out when people touched her stomach, it was just one of those things she hated. Some people hated it when you touched their feet, with her, it was her stomach.
"Have you felt the baby kick yet?"
"No, but Dr. Dunbar said soon."
Carter looked on the fridge where the most recent ultra sound was. Abby had gone again a week ago, just to check everything out again. Carter and her had decided that they didn't want to know the sex, it would be better if it was unknown. Abby wanted the surprise.
She would be happy with a boy, because she had practically raised her brother, and so she knew how to do that. But a boy might be harder for Carter, because of all the past. A girl would be great too, but she was worried, would it be like a mini Maggie? Would the baby become bipolar? She supposed that could happen with either, but something about a girl, it just made it seem more likely.
Abby shook her head, no, she was being stupid. She couldn't dwell on things like this. She didn't want to. She looked at Carter again, he smiled.
"So I'll clean up the dining room and living room." Abby suggested, trying to get her mind on something new.
"Okay, I'll start the food then I'll help you."
Abby grabbed her finished plate of food and placed it in the dishwasher, and headed back up stairs to get dressed. She was really enjoying living with Carter. She liked having someone there when she went to bed and when she woke up. Someone to talk with and laugh with. he seemed to be doing really well. He hadn't been drinking in over three months, and they were slowly working though things. There were still issues left to be talked about. Somethings she didn't dare mention, things that he had to bring up for them to talk about, but over all, things were going really well. Abby chose a shirt that was a little tighter fitting, it really showed off her stomach, which seemed pretty normal for 5 months. She was showing, past the stage where it could just be fat, but not so big where she just wanted the baby to come out. She wondered what the pregnancy was doing to her, she was perfectly happy it seemed. But there was something, something there that she didn't understand. It seemed to push through all the happiness that surrounded her. Something that even when she was perfectly happy, suddenly made her want to cry. She needed it, but couldn't have it, she didn't know what 'it' was though.
Abby went down stairs again, passing the babies room. She looked in and smiled, it was beautiful. All it needed was to be painted. Abby was going to do that tonight, after Carter went to sleep, she was going to paint it as a Christmas present. She also had some nice new clothes, a shirt and a new tie that he could wear to work. But mostly the room was going to be his present.
Abby looked at the living room. The christmas tree in it was huge, they had decorated it last weekend. They had gotten the silver confetti everywhere, which she now had to vacuum up.
Abby grabbed the vacuum and a holiday CD which she popped into the stereo, blasting the tunes, she started vacuuming, singing Jingle bell rock as she did. Everyonce in a while she stopped to use the vacuum head as a microphone. Abby had been doing this for twenty minutes when she looked up to see Carter standing in the entry way to the kitchen smiling at her. No, not smiling, laughing. Abby turned off the vacuum. "What?" Abby asked, although she knew he was laughing at her.
"Those are some nice moves you have there."
"I was just getting into the holiday spirit thank you."
"I could go out and rent a Santa suit. Your stomach is big enough so that you don't need a pillow."
"I am wearing those favorite underwear of yours. The sexy pink kitten ones."
"You better stop now, or else I may not be able to resist your devilish charms."
Abby smiled and turned the vacuum back on as she listened to more holiday tunes. Not really knowing why, but she wished, Carter had come and kissed her. No, Abby thought, it's just the pregnancy. This wasn't her talking, this was the pregnancy. She read in the book that pregnant women crave sex. That must be it.