Month Four

Abby flipped through her papers, mentally sorting through the names in her mind. Twenty-two applicants...and Abby needed to choose just one.

"Yes!"

Abby looked up from the pile of paperwork and saw her husband standing in front of the couch with his arms reached outwards. Jaha sat on the other end of the couch. One arm was placed tensely behind his neck, and the other was resting on a sleepy Wells who was laying across his Dad's lap.

"There you go! That is how a play is made!" Jake exclaimed as he watched the soccer players celebrate on the small television screen.

Jaha groaned at the thought of yet again losing another bet against Jake.

"Oh please, that was a shot of luck!" Jaha retorted.

Jake let out a deep laugh. "That's what you would like to think, my friend, but the Whitecaps are made of skill!"

"That's what you said about the winning team last time!" Jaha argued, pointing at the stack of worn discs beside the television.

A small chuckle escaped Abby as she listened to their conversation.

"Boys, play nice," Abby chided. She had managed to at least sort through the names of potentials now.

Jake turned to see Abby concentrated in the internship dilemma. Her forehead was crinkled in concentration, and Jake knew she was starting to worry.

"Hun, come join us. We know how much you love to win," Jake said, trying to entice her.

Abby leaned back in her chair and sighed. "Oh, maybe soon. I just don't think any of these people are quite right..."

Little Wells dangled his feet and hopped off the couch, running with short steps to the chair beside Abby.

Abby smiled, running her hand over Wells' hair. He was such a sweet boy.

Wells leaned into Abby's side and she put her arm around him. Jaha looked backwards behind the couch to the desk Abby was working on. With wistful eyes, Jaha gave his son an encouraging smile and turned around to listen to Jake again.

In silence, Abby continued to rifle through the applicants, reading applications, letters of achievements, personal statements...they all started to blur together after the 14th resume. The fanatic conversation between Jake and Jaha faded to monotonous background noise.

She looked down to her side at the quiet child beside her. His brown eyes were awake, and his head had turned upwards to look curiously at her.

"Are you sleepy, Wells?" Abby asked. Wells shook his head in response.

He looked so much like his mother...his nose, his mouth, his cheeks...his eyes. Yet, even at such a young age, Abby could tell he had inherited his calm, brilliant personality from his father.

"You know, I'm going to be having a baby soon, Wells. Maybe you can meet her when she arrives," Abby offered as she spoke softly to the child.

Wells shook his head once more, although this time with the greatest strength a child could elicit.

Abby was confused. "No?"

"I don't want you to die," Wells spouted out. His eyes pooled with the beginnings of tears.

Abby's lips parted in shock for a split moment. She was about to question his words when a realization came upon her.

"Oh, honey," Abby whispered to Wells. She hugged him to her side tightly. "It doesn't happen like that. Your Mom didn't pass because of you."

Wells nodded his head. Abby let a breath escape from her lips as she studied his crestfallen expression.

"You miss your Mom, huh?" Abby remarked. Wells nodded his head once more.

Abby grinned, thinking of the past. "She was absolutely wonderful, you know that right? A true heroine on the Ark." She saw a small smile escape the child and Abby rubbed his shoulder.

"Will you be a hero when you grow up, Wells?" Abby looked back towards her papers scattered across the desk. "Who knows, the Ark may need you some day."

"Mmhm, I be a hero," Wells nodded enthusiastically.

Abby laughed. "Perfect, you can help me pick one then. Who's going to be my best intern?"

This is the only way I'll ever make a decision, Abby thought to herself.

Wells looked across the desk, searching through the jumble of names. He looked up at Abby's stack of books, and stood on top of the chair. The corner of a piece of paper stuck out from between two books, and Wells grabbed the edge and pulled. A final, twenty third resume appeared in his hands and Wells sat back down.

"This one!" he exclaimed.

Abby took the paper from Wells' hands and studied it. She looked to Wells and smiled.

"Congratulations, Wells, we just found ourselves a new intern."

Only five months to go.


A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed, we've got a lot more coming up in the next chapters. Please review! Cheers!