Note : Hello everyone ! I am writing for the first time on When calls the heart. This is a Henrigail story, centered on Abigail Stanton's past.

I was very frustrated when I found out that 7 episodes of WCTH Season 6 had been re-edited to remove Lori Loughlin's appearances after the admissions scandal broke.

To give you the context: there was episode 7 of season 6 "Hope is with the Heart" which was supposed to be centered on Abigail's past. A mysterious old flame of her "Theo Richardson" was supposed to show up in Hope Valley. It must have been an artist and there were pictures where you could see that he and Abigail were clearly not just friends if you know what I mean.

Anyway, I'm sure in this episode, Henry was getting jealous and understanding his feelings for Abigail, that's what I'm mostly interested in. My story is truly Henrigail, even if it does not seem like it at first. Enjoy!

Epilogue:

Abigail Stanton was overwhelmed. She had been mayor for some time now. She had managed to get used to it, but it was always complicated to juggle between running the city, managing the café, and managing her family life. Cody was growing up so fast. Sometimes she felt like she saw him in his kitchen stealing food for him and his lovely sister. It was so long ago now.

She also realized how much things had changed since the death of her son and her husband Peter and Noah Stanton. Her boys. They were her whole life. She had never seen herself doing anything other than pampering them. Make them breakfast when they woke up to go to work. Make them their lunches to go. Cooking supper for them when they came home covered in coal dust and exhausted from a long day of work. She never thought it would come to this today. She did not think at the time that she would be able to continue without them. To tell the truth, beyond the community, Elizabeth's arrival had saved her life. The arrival of Elizabeth Thatcher had revolutionized everything in this small western town. She had brought with her, her joy, her good mood, her humor, her positivity, and her big heart. She was not the only one to save the city. Bill, Jack, Rosemary, Lee, Carson, Faith, Clara, Jesse. Thanks to them, the widows were able to get by. They were able to seize opportunities and move forward. They were able to mourn with serenity and leave the memories of their men rested in peace.

These people brought what the inhabitants needed. Despite her friends with whom Abigail shared a common grief, she did not think she could have held on. The fact that Elizabeth had come to live with her after she had accidentally burned down her old farmhouse had helped her to think of something else and to feel useful. Their friendship, which was even stronger today, had encouraged her to overcome the greatest challenges of life. The greatest trials and the destiny that God had planned for her.

It was Elizabeth who had given her the idea of opening a café. She had been forced to move and abandon her home. The house where she felt at the time that by leaving it, she was neglecting and dishonoring the memories of Noah and Peter. Moreover, later, she had realized that they lived through her and that they were always present in her heart.

Then she had her children today. Becky was not home often. She studied seriously and with passion. This child was so smart. Abigail was so proud of her daughter. And her son was just as intelligent with a greatness of soul that will always amaze his mother. She could not have been more blessed.

She felt like she had a second life today. A totally different life than a few years ago. She had found herself mayor despite herself and had to manage all the small and big problems of the city. Some harder than others to fix. For example, the problems that there had been with the bank, with the railways or even more recently with the new owner of the saloon Lucas Bouchard. With all these new arrivals in town, some did not yet know the way of life of the inhabitants. The saloon was a good investment, Abigail had never said otherwise. Moreover, it was not just an investment for Mr. Bouchard himself. It was also an investment for businessmen like Lee Coulter and his sawmill. Also, noise until late at night was not an option for many city dwellers. She had to put an end to it. She had had her little plan, which had worked out perfectly. She had not framed Lucas. But she wanted to show him what it meant to live in Hope Valley. To live in community.

After this small meeting, she had had a discussion with Henry Gowen. He surprised her. Every day she discovered a little more of this side that he had never wanted to show before. Before her prison sentence and her trial, which she had attended as a defense witness. She felt like he was opening to her. But maybe it was not just her. Maybe it was just to the world.

Their relationship was so different today. She had the feeling that they were friends. She cared about him, and she always had this fear of seeing him become again as before. Like at the time of Coal Valley, from the mine to Rye Wyatt.

They had been in conflict for so long. But she had always seen something in him. Only, at the time, she could not figure out what it was. Today she knew it. She saw the good in him. She no longer saw the man who had hurt her by taking her house. Trying to take the 80% winnings from her business, only to tell her, before the cafe opened, that it was a waste of time. That if there had been an opportunity for a cafe to thrive, he would have opened it himself. She no longer saw that man.

Now, when she thought back to times like this, she saw a man who abruptly and awkwardly offered to take over 80% of a business he thought had no future. He did not want her to ruin herself and he worried about her after her husband's death. He had told her himself. A touching gesture today that had never been interpreted in this way before. He had assumed to burn his wings for her against the company that was already holding him down with an iron fist by blackmailing him. She had understood much later that it was her late husband or Henry. That the company had issued an ultimatum to their former mayor. She had to make someone her puppet to take the judge's punishment instead of the company. And those two best placed people were her husband and Henry.

Henry had not done well though, despite the reasons he had. But Abigail now understood the difficult choices he had faced at that time.

Henry was still looking for his place, but she knew that one day, sooner or later, he would find it. Like Frank, who had found his place almost two years ago. She still corresponded with him from time to time. Over time, the lack had lessened, but it was still a little painful. But thinking of him made her happy because she knew he was good where he was, at the children's hospital doing what he knew best: bringing the word of God to those who needed it most.

Despite all her friends, her job, and her family, she sometimes felt alone. There was something missing in her life since Frank left.

Note: This is just the beginning, please be gentle with me. I will see if you like the story to continue it or not. ;)