Note: This chapter's happenings take place during the same day as in the previous chapter. It is a short chapter this time. Next one will be longer. I've already written it, but I have to edit it a little bit before uploading :)
Chapter 3:
Abby closed the door behind her. Her apartment looked so cold and empty in the darkness. There was nothing worse than coming home to an empty house. She still missed seeing Carter sitting on the couch, watching the sports channel. It had been so nice, when there was someone waiting for her to come back from work - someone who would greet her with a kiss and ask how her day was.
Without switching the lights on, she shoke her shoes off and went straight to her bedroom. She was so tired that she didn't even feel like showering before going to sleep. She just put on her pajamas and dove under the warm blanket. But as much as she wanted to fall asleep, it turned out to be wishful thinking. She couldn't get her thoughts away from the baby or Carter. She now wished more than ever that she had never sent Carter away. Why did she have to be so cold to him? He just kindly came to her, asking for forgiveness. If she had accepted his apology, they could still be together. Instead, she had turned her back on him and asked him to return the key to her apartment. At that moment it had seemed like the only reasonable solution. She was hurt and she didn't want Carter to hurt her more. Had she known Carter would return back to Africa right away, maybe she would have said or done something else. She had thought they could have slowly sorted things out, to re-build their relationship. Carter had chosen otherwise. He had run away, like so many times before. And now there was this baby. How could this happen? Why did she always get pregnant at wrong moments? She had already gone through one abortion and that was an experience she would never forget. Could she just do it again? Something in her heart told her she shouldn't, but her brain thought otherwise. She would really need to take the time and think through all the options she had – just like Susan had advised her to do.