It's entirely your fault

It was amazing where a little bit of coffee some pie and conversation could take you. Carter would have never thought that what they had would go past the friendship stage that was what he had wanted all along; it just never seemed to work out that way. There was always something that jumped out in the way of a relationship of the all elusive happiness that he had been searching for so long to find.

Abby on the other hand, never thought that happiness was something that she deserved to have. There was a dark cloud that always seemed to hang over her. Nothing good was supposed to happen to her; mostly she blamed all of her troubles on her crazy family, specifically her crazy mother. In the house that she grew up in, there were few happy moments and she never witnessed a commitment. She had never seen a relationship work, and wasn't even able to make her own last serious relationship work.

These two people might have been destined for each other from the beginning but the just never seemed to be able to get on the same page. Each had baggage that would sink anything that might open up to them. Her family was mentally messed up; his was messed up because of money. Whoever said those with money have everything that they could ever want in life, really didn't know what they were talking about. Money couldn't buy happiness, it couldn't even guarantee happiness. And John Carter was living proof of that.

The sound of soft rain falling against the window pulled him from the sleep that he had drifted into. Carter had spent the night at Abby's apartment with her wrapped safely in his arms. He watched her sleeping, the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breathe that she took. John was amazed at how something so simple could be so captivating. How relaxed she looked in her sleep, the soft glow of her skin in the faint light that was provided by the street. You could see the hardness of the life that she had lived written on her face, but it didn't detract from the beauty that he saw in her. Abby had captured his heart and he knew that it would never belong to him again.

Abby stirred a little in her sleep. Not waking up but enough so that she rubbed her head against the chest that she was snuggled up against. The arms holding onto her gave her a feeling of security that she hadn't felt in a long time, and made her not want to wake up just on the off chance that this was some kind of dream.

John pushed a strand of hair that had fallen free when she had rubbed up against him back from her face. He then leaned down and placed a soft kiss against her forehead before he snuggled back into the bed closing his eyes once more. This was the perfect way to start the morning.

"Are you awake?" John heard the softness of the voice coming from the body snuggled against him.

"Only for you," was his simple response to her question.

"Hmm," Abby said in her attempt to snuggle even deeper into the arms that were holding onto her. "Do you have to work today?"

"Not until later." He said running his hand down her bare arm pulling her more into him as if to facilitate her getting as close as she possible could be to him.

"That's good, because I sure don't feel like moving."

John watched her not only now snuggling with him but burying herself even more under the covers, He had to smile for she was being very cute right now, and between being wrapped up in his arms and the blanket you would have thought she was a little Eskimo.

"Are you cold Abby?" He asked making sure that she couldn't be any snugger than she was at that moment in time.

"No anymore." She said letting out a yawn, "I think that I am perfect and finally content."

He softly kissed her head again. "Good I think we need to spend more mornings like this." Carter said as they snuggled their way back to sleep that morning.

Three months later….

"Abby come on we are going to be late!" Carter yelled from the kitchen. The response that he got was a jumble of muttering, undecipherable to the male ear. "Come on Abby."

Then there was loud banging, something perhaps falling. He was uncertain from his place in the kitchen as to what those sounds might have been. He debated on if he wanted to go anywhere near her right now or not. She had been very moody the last couple of days and Carter had been fancy footing his way around her so that he wouldn't receive the wrath that she had been dealing out to others. She had been on such a rampage that med students and other interns ran in fear of her.

"Abby is everything okay?" Carter called from what he thought was the safety of the bedroom door.

"Do I sound like I am okay to you?"

Carter took two steps back, thinking that maybe it wasn't in his best interest to be where she could get a hold of him. He wasn't sure what had possessed her over the last week or so but it had to be something on a grand scale.

"Do you think you could maybe come out of hiding in the doorway and give me a hand here?" Her voice was short and there was a hint of anger in it.

Carter was reluctant to do it, but he didn't want her any madder than what she currently was. He moved further into the room heading for where the voice was coming from, "what do you need?"

"A life." She snapped back at him, "would you please give me a hand here, this sh.. stuff just jumped out at me.

The room looked as if a tornado had blown through it. There were clothes all over the place scattered about that were not there when he had gotten up that morning. Abby was half dressed a tee shirt was all that she had on right now. Surrounding her were even more clothes and the dresser was nearly empty and she was stuffing things back in it.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I am doing, I am trying to find something to wear to work, but somehow overnight it seems that nothing wants to fit this morning."

Carter looked at her amazed that someone so small could make such a mess in that short of a time period. He didn't want to say anything for right now she looked very made, on the upset side of the emotional swinging that she had been doing. He didn't know what to say to her sure that no matter what he chose to say would come across wrong. "Here why don't you wear these?"

"Carter where did you find those scrubs?" She asked unsure if they were clean or not.

"On the bed in the pile that you have thrown all over it." He thought about covering his head awaiting her response.

"You are a lifesaver." She said giving him something that resembled a smile.

He shook his head, she was dangerous if you didn't say the right thing and he thought perhaps it would be best to keep his mouth shut while he was ahead. He tried not to stand there and watch as she finished getting ready for work.

"All right come on you were complaining we were going to be late let's go." Abby said as she headed for the door now.

He still didn't say anything. He just hoped that the silence that he was emitting didn't get him into even more trouble. But he followed like a faithful man would, knowing what was best for him right now and it was for Abby to be in something that mimicked a good mood.

Once they were settled in the car, "is everything okay with you Abby?"

"Everything is just peachy Carter." That was not quite the response that he expected to get back from her right now. "I work long hours, I don't get enough sleep, my stomach hurts, I didn't get to eat, I want a cup of coffee and I'm stuck in a car with you."

Ouch, okay she was no longer in a good mood. She had taken a swing to the extreme left again. "I was just curious, you don't have to bite my head off I didn't do anything."

Abby glared at him. That was a look that could have had anyone else quaking in their shoes, but Carter somehow managed while driving to maintain composure, "and just what is that supposed to mean?"

"You are in a bad mood; you are taking it out on me, on med students, on residents, heck on anyone that you can get your hands on, what's up with all of that? Someone pee in your cornflakes?" Once that phrase left his mouth he realized that it probably hadn't been in his best interest to say it. Carter realized that his life was in his own hands trapped in a jeep with a crazy woman who he might have just pissed off.

"Oh," she drew that one out much longer than she needed to. She was definitely now upset with him and his sudden interest in her moods. "You know this is your entire fault."

"What, how is your bad mood my fault?" She had confused him with that statement. He had no clue as to how her bad mood could have been his fault, as far as he knew he hadn't done anything to bring this on.

"You are a man." She said looking over at him for a minute, "therefore this is your fault."

"That makes a lot of sense there Abby." Carter replied back to her. "Please enlighten me to how this is my fault just because I'm a man."

Abby rolled her eyes as they pulled into the ER at County. She debated on how she wanted to say this for a minute, not quite the way that she had planned but the she really had no plan on how to tell him this one.

Carter looked over at her; the silence was not what he expected from her. "Well Abby, are you going to explain this before my clothes go out of fashion." His good mood being around her had started to dissipate.

Just for that one she clammed up as she got out of the car. He wanted to be in the same mood she was that was fine, she had all the time in the world to tell him after all nothing was going to happen for another seven months, maybe he'd mellow out as the day went on and she could tell him later.

"Come on Abby don't go all silent on me right now." Carter said getting out of the jeep and walking around so that he was standing next to her.

"We will talk about it later Carter, I'm not in the mood to talk right now." She said heading for the entrance to the ER. "Later." She held her hand up as she walked away as if that would silence him without her having to say anything more.

"Abby," Carter started, stopping when he realized he was talking to her back.

Right now for her to say anything it would come out all wrong. While there was no exact good way to explain the shift in her moods, being tired, cranky, crabby, the end result would be good for them. She just had to find the way to tell him that the reason for her bad moods was that she was pregnant with their baby.