Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSINY characters, but Abby is mine!
A/N: Wow, I can't believe I've waited so long to update! I apologize! I've had terrible writers block, and now I have NO IDEA where I want this story to go, so if anyone has suggestions, please email me!
Snowbear96 – glad you like it…took me awhile to convince myself that she should be pregnant…
Pippa – I was hoping to make the dialogue easy to follow, perhaps I'm trying too hard? There's been a lot of dialogue, and I find it hard to write, and punctuate accurately. I find it much easier to write research papers than short stories! I appreciate the criticism, and will take it into account. Hopefully it gets better…
Chili-peppers – I had to fight through a case of writer's block for this one, so it may be a bit rough!
Mrs.Fitzgerald – Very glad you like the story!
Stargazr – I had a good few giggles when I thought of the sex and marshmallows…
Shelbers – happy to hear that its funny, good humour is really hard to write...
The Little Corinthian – My friend's husband used to complain about her all the time when she was in the 2nd trimester…she couldn't get enough of him! He was always tired, and generally grumpy, it was pretty funny to watch! Daddy Flack would definitely be really sexy…
Demolished-soul – I think she'll give birth in 2 or 3 chapters, I actually kind of like writing the pregnant Abby
Bluenose – I will forgive your lack of reviews ;) You think something bad's gonna happen? Hmmmmmm…
Choppercrew – Glad you like it, I like writing this story, even though I run into writer's block every once in awhile.
Cronelyne – I'm glad you like it! Sometimes it's nice to not do anything and just catch up on reading Thanks for the compliment about my writing. I'll have to check out your story!
ForensicGeek14 – Thanks! Here is the next update for you!
Chapter 12
"So, what's it like having an apartment all to yourself?" Danny asked Flack eagerly.
"Very quiet, kinda eerie actually. Just me and the cat. I eat whatever I want, watch whatever I want. I haven't done dishes in days." Flack smiled.
"Sounds like heaven." Danny laughed.
"I'd watch what you say Messer." Stella piped up. "I'm sure Lindsay would have something to say about that."
"I'm just kidding with ya." Danny smirked. Stella and Flack just stared at him. "Honestly guys, I love it at home." Danny said with slight panic in his voice.
Flack burst out laughing. "Man, the look on your face! Monroe's really instilled the fear of God in you…"
"Don't be so quick to judge Flack." Stella smirked. "I'll bet twenty bucks you'll be cleaning that apartment all weekend so it's spick and span when Abby gets back."
Flack shot her a look, but he couldn't deny it. Abby had been gone for ten days…ten long, lonely days. The first two days were cool, he lounged around, watched all the TV shows Abby hated, he left dishes in the sink, and even chuckled to himself when he vowed to leave the toilet seat up the whole two weeks she was gone. The novelty had quickly worn off, and he found himself extremely bored. He had resorted to talking to the cat about his cases, something he usually did with Abby. It was therapeutic, helped relieve his stress. Miss Piggy was a great listener, but didn't massage his shoulder or rub him back like Abby did.
She called every second day, he wished she'd call everyday, but didn't want to break down and tell her. He was happy she was having a great time, but he wanted her home….now. Flack shook himself out of self pity party. 'Woah buddy, desperate much…'
"You alright Flack?" Stella asked, her brow furrowed.
"Huh? Oh ya, fine, just thinkin'."
Stella smiled. "She's home in four days; they'll fly by."
"I know. Just wish I could be the one to get her at the airport." He ducked his head to hide his blush. 'Did I just say that out loud?'
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"Abby! Let's go, up and at 'em!"
"Easy Chantal, I'm already up." Abby laughed opening her hotel room door.
"Sorry, it's our last shopping day. We need to get going so we have as much time as possible!"
Abby would never admit it to Chantal, but she was glad to be flying back to New York in the morning. She'd been having a great time; spent a week 'back home' and then flew to Edmonton for a week with Chantal. They had made a pact as kids that when Chantal was pregnant they would go to the Mall of America, and when Abby was pregnant they would do the West Edmonton Mall. As kids, these were considered huge adventures. Abby smiled at the memory.
"What?" Chantal asked as they got into the elevator.
"Remember when we made this pact?" Abby laughed.
"Of course. Mrs. Woolford's 5th grade class. She was the grumpiest pregnant woman we'd ever seen. We promised we wouldn't let each other be like that, so we came up with these trips."
"Did you ever think we'd be here?"
"The West Edmonton Mall?" Chantal chuckled.
"No! I mean grown up, pregnant, carrying out a pact we made in grade school?" Abby replied laughing.
"Well…uh…ya, I kinda figured…"
"Come on! You know what I mean!" Abby elbowed her.
"Honestly, after seeing you in New York, I thought for sure you'd be in your 30s before getting pregnant." Chantal smiled. "But here you are a year later, 20 weeks pregnant, and still looking fabulous."
"Oh my God. I'm pregnant! Chantal, I'm having a baby!" Abby whispered in a panicked voice.
"You're just realizing that now?"
"All of a sudden, it just hit me. I've reached that milestone in life. I've found the man I'll spend the rest of my life with, and I'm having his child."
"You know, I think the big city fumes are getting to your head. Come on! No stalling, we still have baby shopping to do!"
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"Thank the Lord we're home munchkin." Abby muttered to herself placing a hand on her stomach as she got off the plane. After going through customs and collecting her bags, Abby set off in search of Lindsay.
Flack had to work, and Abby was secretly grateful he wasn't going to see her like this. Her belly has expanded significantly in the last two weeks. This morning, much to her horror, the jeans she'd packed wouldn't button up. So here she was, back from a shopping vacation dressed in ratty capri length sweatpants, flip flops and a t-shirt that hugged her belly, flaunting the fact that she was pregnant. Abby hated it. She knew she should be excited, and she was, but at this moment, she just felt….big. She drew her hair up into a messy bun as she paused at the door that opened into the main terminal of LaGuardia where Lindsay was waiting.
Taking a deep breath, Abby stepped through the doors. She quickly scanned the large area. She saw Lindsay wave to her from her spot near a window. Abby stepped out from the crowd and made her way towards Lindsay who had turned to put Evan back in his stroller. When she turned back to face Abby, her eyes widened and her hand went to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Abby smiled nervously. Lindsay responded with a squeal.
"You look pregnant!" she squealed again brining Abby in for a hug.
"My jeans don't fit anymore." Abby said hugging her back.
"Honey, my jeans didn't fit a 16 weeks. Here you are at 20 weeks, just out of your jeans. You look so cute!"
"Thanks, feels good to hear someone say it, even if it is you, and you have an obligation to do so since you're my friend." Abby winked.
"Have you felt it move yet?" Lindsay asked putting her hand on Abby's belly.
"Nope. I'm kinda glad. I hope Don's around, y'know, so he can be a part of it." Abby smiled.
"I'm not surprised, baby's so small. You're so friggin lucky." She tried giving Abby a stern look.
"Speaking of small, he's no so little anymore." Abby peered into Evan's stroller.
"He's 16 lbs now. Little big for his age, but he eats like crazy, so I'm not surprised." Lindsay laughed.
"Look at you! Oh my, you look just like you dad!" Abby cooed to Evan who gave her a gummy grin in return. "You definitely have his smile!"
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Abby was nervous. Don was due home any minute. While she was considerably fresher than she was at the airport, she didn't feel much better. The change was really noticeable, judging by Lindsay's reaction. Lindsay had taken her out to pick up a few groceries so that she could make supper, but Abby fell asleep after her shower. Now she was currying around in her pjs trying to get supper started.
Don couldn't wait to get home. Two weeks was too long. He'd spent all weekend cleaning his apartment, cursing himself for letting it get that bad, and the fact that he owed Stella twenty bucks. He smiled to himself as he heard music playing from inside the apartment. Corny 90s dance music, means Abby was cooking.
He walked into their apartment leaving his gun, badge and keys on the table in the hallway. He leaned against the doorway to the kitchen watching Abby. She was swaying slightly to the music. Flack noted that, from the back, you couldn't tell she was pregnant. Before she left, others couldn't tell she was pregnant when she was out and about. Of course, he could tell. At night, when she slept, he would put a hand on her stomach; he noticed in the week before she left that she was getting bigger by the day.
He loved her like this. Casual and free. She liked to sway to the music, but only when she thought no one was looking. And that outfit. Her was up in a pony tail, Abby always put her hair up to cook, old habit. She wore a tight camisole, what she usually wore to bed, which exposed her shoulders and the freckles on her back that Flack loved but she hated. Of course, she wore her flannel pj pants. 'She would live in those if she could.' Flack chuckled.
Abby spun around, surprised by the noise. Her face softened when she saw Flack leaning on the doorframe. She saw his eyes move to her stomach, then back to meet her eyes. She waited nervously for his reaction. A huge grin spread across his face.
"Wow." He breathed.
"Is that a good wow, or a bad wow?" she asked putting her hands on the counter behind her.
"It's a good wow." Flack smiled. "You look amazing."
Abby blushed.
"You even wore my favourite outfit, I feel so honoured." Don winked. Neither of them moved from their respective places in the kitchen.
She scoffed. "I took a nap; this is not for your benefit….it's for my comfort."
He smiled; his eyes looking at her hungrily.
"You gonna come over here and give me a proper welcome home or what?" she teased as she watched his eyes darken.
He stepped towards her and pulled her in for a kiss. She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to her. He smiled against her lips when he felt her swollen belly press against him. He pulled away and put a hand on her stomach.
"I can't believe how much bigger you are."
"Lindsay couldn't believe it either." Abby laughed. "She's peeved that I'm still smaller than she was."
"How was your trip?" Flack asked while Abby moved to get back to preparing dinner.
"Long." Abby laughed. "But it was good to go home, see everyone. The kids are all getting so big. Edmonton was great. Don, the hotel was in the mall!"
"I missed you." He said kissing her temple. Abby turned to face him.
"God, I missed you too." She breathed and stood on her tip toes to kiss him. She moaned into the kiss; he picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Bedroom?" he murmured. Abby deepened the kiss. That was all the encouragement he needed.
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