A week had passed since their conversation in the lounge. It hurt her to think that Carter wouldn't talk to her. She had helped him in the past with his problems and he had always been there for her. Even with their sudden break up and Makemba's arrival, Abby still couldn't figure out why he did not want to tell her what was wrong.

Her shift would end in less thank five minutes, but she grabbed another chart against her better judgment. "The longer you stay…" she whispered to herself as she made her way to curtain three. The patient was an elderly gentleman, eighty-nine was his age. He was easy; just a simple shot of penicillin in his…butt. It didn't faze her a bit.

Just as she returned Mr. Conner's chart, she saw Chuck running towards the glass doors and banging on them like a maniac.

"Abby! Abby! It's Susan; they're like three minutes apart!"

"Where is she?" Abby yelled running over to triage.

"In the car…in the car! You got to help me get her out!"

"Chuny! Get Carter and Pratt! Tell them we have a labor with three minutes apart!"

Abby and Chuck ran outside with the wind whipping at their faces. Abby opened the back door to find Susan passed out and blood everywhere. "Shit!" Susan was brought successfully into trauma one with Carter and Pratt already gloved up. "On my count. 1…2…3!" Neela emerged form trauma two wide-eyed. "Can I assist?" she asked.

"Not this one."

"Well, why not. It seems like a good teaching case."

"Meet Dr. Lewis." Pratt smiled.

"Then may I watch?"

"As long as you're not in the way."

"Shit!" Chuck yelled as he grabbed at his hair. "Why, why is she passed out? What's with all the blood?"

"She has had a lot of blood loss due to vaginal bleeding." Pratt answered.

"But it's nothing we can't handle." Abby added shooting Pratt a dirty look.

"Ok, give me some thoracil and call Coburn up in OB. Tell her we got a live one!"

"Abby, you need to intubate." Pratt whispered.

"She doesn't need it!" Chuck yelled once more.

"Precaution. Now!"

"Um…you guys, I can see the head." Neela quickly stated, backing up against the wall.

"Neela, call the N.I.C.U and Carter, get your ass over here and help deliver this baby!"

"I…I…I can't." Carter simply said and walked out of the trauma room, throwing his gloves onto the floor.

"Neela, grab a stool and firmly place your hands on the head."

Susan started coughing and Abby quickly extubated her. "Chuck?" Susan asked with her eyes barely opened. Chuck rushed to her side and cupped her hand.

"Hey, Dr. Lewis. I'm going to need you to push for me. OK?" Pratt said. "1…2…3!"

"Mmmmnnngghhhh!"

"You're doing good-"

"I've got the neck. Abby!"

"Neela, go wipe down her face, I've got this."

"C'mon Dr. Lewis, two more. 1…2…3!"

"Mmmmnnngghhhh!"

"Shoulders are out. One more!"

"Why is Dr. Carter standing outside?"

"Neela!"

"Sorry."

"1…2…3!"

"Mmmmnnngghhhh! Ouch!"

"Baby is…out! Chuck, come and cut the chord. Right here…good."

All he could see was smiling and laughter. Abby held the fragile infant in her arms and was beaming with joy. She looked beautiful he thought. Chuck came and gently took the baby from her arms. "Susan, it's a girl. We have a girl." He heard their muffled voices say.

"Susan, it's a girl. We have a girl." Chuck beamed.

"What's her name?" Pratt asked, with the biggest smile on his face.

"Amelia Abigail." Susan answered, winking at Abby.

"She's beautiful." Neela commented.

"N.I.C.U is here!" the team announced breaking through the doors.

"Susan, Amelia is going up to the N.I.C.U and you'll be in the ICU for a couple of days."

"I understand."

"Neela, Pratt, bring Susan up will ya?"

"Aren't you coming?" asked Chuck.

"I'm going to find Carter to give him the good news. I'll be up in a bit."

Wow! Abby thought to herself as she walked down the hallway. Susan, a mother and Carter, a soon to be father. She wished she could be so lucky. She couldn't find Carter anywhere. He wasn't in the lounge, by admit, or in the bathroom. Abby heard a strange noise; a noise of someone scrambling through boxes. She made her way towards drug lockup and found Carter with not tie, sleeves rolled up, and his shirt halfway un-tucked. His face was bright red and his eyes were shot. Abby ran around to the opening and tried to grab his arms. "John!" she screamed, trying to stop him from damaging any more supplies. She couldn't bear to see him like this. "John…stop." And he did. He looked at her with hope only to find sadness in her eyes. He fell back against the wall and sunk to the floor as he began to cry. Abby kneeled down in front of him. "John. What, what is it? Just tell me." She begged. His head hung low as he started to cry even harder; his shoulders shaking.

"I should have that moment." He started to say through his tears.

"What?" Abby said wiping her watery eyes with the back of her hand trying to be strong.

"That…Susan and Chuck…that day will never…"
"John. You and Makemba. You will be a father." She smiled.

"No."

"Yes you will be. And you'll be happy with your son and watch him grow up and-"

"No!" he screamed as he violently stood up, pushing Abby aside. "She's gone Abby!"

"Makemba?"
"I will never have a son!"

"What, what happened?" Abby asked trying to get closer to him.

"Stay away from me!"

"Ok." Abby sniffed, staring at the ground.

"She had a miscarriage. Went to Africa. Said we didn't have a reason to be together…so she left."

"Oh." Abby said in disbelief.

Carter's knees felt weak as he found himself once again on the floor. Abby didn't know what to do. She slowly walked to where he knelt and she came to her knees right in front of him. She put her hands on his shoulders and eased him towards her. He immediately fell forward and put his head on her shoulder and clung to her like he was holding his teddy bear. "Shhh…" Abby whispered as she hugged him. There they stayed.