I sat up in bed at 6:30 in the morning and my first thought was, I'm going to throw up. I hurried out of my bed being quiet and careful not to wake up Judith and headed into the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet breathing heavily and in pain and gagged. I was feeling so sick out of nowhere. I started to sweat and felt weak. Please just throw up already. I knew I would feel better if I did.

It was taking too long so I sat on the floor in front of the toilet and forced myself to gag. Finally, I threw up. A lot. Literally everything I ate yesterday was right there. All that junk; chips and popcorn and shit. It's like it never digested, just sat in my stomach all night.

I sat back breathing heavily and trying to calm down. I still felt weak but I wasn't sick to my stomach anymore. I knew I would feel better after throwing up. That was so weird though. Why did I get sick all of a sudden? And what's with that weird, random pain I keep getting behind my right ribs? I sighed. My whole life has been a mystery diagnose.

I cleaned up a little, flushed the vomit away and then brushed my teeth because I had the grossest taste in my mouth after throwing all that up. After that, I went back in to bed to lay down for a while. Judith was still asleep. Good. I don't need her telling my dad and Michonne that I got sick. Although, I didn't really feel like doing much today after getting sick. Maybe I can convince her to just stay inside today. Hopefully, she will understand and not care too much about going to the park. Maybe she even forgot about it.

I stayed in bed until eight, then got up to take a shower. It was very cold in the trailer so I turned the heat up, then got in the shower. The hot water felt amazing. I ended up staying in there longer than I usually do. I guess I lost track of time pretending I was in a sauna or something.

When I was done, I went in my bedroom to grab some clothes. I figured I would get dressed in the other room so I wouldn't disturb my sister. However, when I walked in there she was gone. I blinked a few times. "Judith?" I called. No answer. "What the hell?" I said out loud. Is she playing games?

I peeked in the other room but she wasn't in there. "Judith?" I said again. "Where are you? You better not be messing around, kid, and jump out at me or something because I ain't in the mood." It was completely silent. I became worried. She must have left but where did she go? Maybe she went down to one of the bathrooms. Yeah. I nodded. That better be all that it is. She should have let me know first. Maybe something happened.

My breathing quickened and I started getting dressed very fast. If something happens to her, my dad and Michonne will never forgive me. I gulped. I already messed up with one sibling, that can't happen again!

Once I was completely dressed, I headed towards the door to go look for her. I had no idea where to even look. However, as soon as I opened the door, she was standing there. "Judith." I breathed out. "What the hell? Where did you go?"

"I went to get a paper to see what events were happening this weekend." She said innocently. "See." She held the paper up.

I immediately began to calm down but was still mad at her for leaving without telling me. I felt a cold wind that was worse because I had wet hair. "Come on inside." I pulled her in and closed the door. "Judith Ann Grimes." I crouched down to her level and gave her a serious look. "Don't you ever go anywhere without telling me, dad or Michonne before leaving. Do you understand me?"

She gave me a look and hesitated. "…but mommy and daddy let me get the paper all the time."

I breathed out sharply. "Well, I didn't know that, I don't live there anymore." I said and stood up. "And you should at least have told me first." I wondered if she was lying about going to get the papers every week. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere by herself when I still lived at home. But as I said to her, I don't live there anymore. I looked down at her. She looked a little upset. Maybe guilty or embarrassed. I sighed and patted her head. "I'm not mad you, kiddo. You just...you scared me." I nodded. "So, don't do that again, okay?" I spoke softer. She just nodded. I paused for a minute. "Want some breakfast?" I asked her. She nodded again. I felt kind of bad for yelling at her. I mean…I wanted this to be a fun time for her. Not just her, for both of us. Then, I had an idea. "How about we make pancakes? I'll let you help." I smiled.

She seemed to perk up. "Really? Mommy never let's me!" She grinned happily.

Is it too late to take that back? I thought. "There's probably a reason for that." I said wide-eyed. She giggled.

I mixed together the ingredients, then put the batter on the pan and I let Judith flip them when they were ready. She surprisingly didn't do too bad. I mean…she made a mess but what do you expect from a five year old? You got to let them get messy every once in a while. Messes can get cleaned up but memories last a lifetime. I'm a very corny person, and I don't care. I own it.

"Did you have enough?" I asked my sister after we were done eating.

"Yeah." She put her hand over her stomach. I let out a small laugh. Looking around at the mess, I sighed. I really didn't feel like doing this right now.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" I asked her.

"I don't know." She shrugged.

My shoulders slumped. "You don't know?" I repeated her words. I had to think of something before she suggested we go to the park. "Well…how about I fix your hair for you? I could give you some cute pigtails?" I smiled and ran my hand through her hair.

"I want don't want pigtails." She crossed her arms in front of her. "It'll make me look like a baby."

Oh yeah. I forgot she's still trying to be a big kid. "Okay. Well, what about pulled back in the center? That'll look cute. I even have a bow that I've been meaning to give you."

She looked like she was thinking. "Okay. But if it looks too babyish, I'm gonna rip it out."

I raised my eyebrows and put my hands up. "Okay."

I was brushing my sister's hair out, it had very few knots in it. Her hair was straight so it didn't take long to fix it. My curly hair, on the other hand, took a little more effort. That's why I keep it short. I hate having long hair. It's even too long right now. I will have to get Melanie to cut it one day.

"Okay." I said. I grabbed her hair on the sides and pulled it back, then put the ponytail in. "That was easy." I smiled. "What do ya think?" I handed her a small mirror.

She looked at it, then her face lit up. "I like it a lot." She grinned from ear to ear.

"You like it?" I smirked. She moved the mirror from in front of her face and nodded rapidly. "Good. I think it looks really nice."

There was a brief pause. Judith continued to look at herself in the mirror and smiled. "Wait a minute." She said slowly and put the mirror down. "What happened to you taking me to the playground?" She put her hands on her hips.

Damnit. She's onto me. I cleared my throat. "Well, actually…I thought maybe we could just stay inside today. You know, since it's so cold?"

"But it's cold everyday now." Judith smirked. "It won't be nice for a long time."

"Yeah, I know. Don't remind me." I rolled my eyes. She was giving me a look. I better just be honest with her. I sighed. "Look," I bent down to her level, "the truth is…I'm really not feeling too great."

"You're sick?" She said. "You mean like a cold sick?"

"No." I shook my head. "Like sick to my stomach. I already threw up this morning." Then I could have kicked myself. Why did you tell her that? I didn't want her to worry. "But I'm okay. I will be okay." I nodded and stood up straight.

"Hmm." Judith said with a finger up to her chin like she was thinking. I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Maybe you're pregnant." She blurted out and smiled. I laughed.

"There's no way that's what this is, Judith." I put my hand over my stomach. "I was like actually sick."

"Women get sick when they're pregnant." Judith said matter of factly.

I was almost annoyed. "Yeah, I know. But this was different." I gave her a weird look just then. "And how do you even know that?"

"I have my resources." She smirked and crossed her arms in front of her. I gave her a stupid look. I have no idea what she means by that. "But…I decided that I want to go home now so that you can rest."

I was a little surprised and shook my head at her. "No, sweetie, it's fine. You don't have to do that. I'll be fine." I nodded.

"Nope." She grinned. "I want to. You just rest up and take care of my little niece or nephew." She patted my stomach. I scowled down at her, which made her giggle.

I continued to stare at her for a moment. "Alright." I finally said. "Go get your stuff."

I walked my sister home while she skipped beside me. I was a little slow, kind of tired. She ran up the ramp and opened the door without knocking. "Hi, daddy! Hi, mommy!" I heard her say inside.

"You home already?" I heard my dad say, then heard a loud smooch noise.

"Yeah, I wanted to cuz Abby's sick." She said just as I walked in. I had an annoyed look on my face. Of course she would tell them.

"What do you mean she's sick?" My dad asked her. Then, he looked at me as I walked in.

"I'm fine." I said and rolled my eyes. My dad came over to me and felt my forehead anyway. "Dad."

"You do feel a little warm." He said. "Why don't you stay here until Daryl gets back?" He nodded.

I gave him a look. That's the last thing I wanted. Now that I'm on my own, I would never want to move back home. "No, it's okay. It is NOT that serious." I waved them off. "I am fine. I promise. I probably just ate something that didn't agree with me."

"I told her she's pregnant." Judith said and put her arms out.

My dad and Michonne laughed. However, I became even more annoyed. "Wouldn't that be somethin'?" Michonne said.

"Sure would." My dad said. "You said you were trying." He shrugged.

"I'm not pregnant." I said quickly and raised my voice a little. I put my hands up to my face for a second. Jeez, why was I so moody? "I'm not pregnant." I said softer and sighed. "Look, can we please just drop this?"

"Yeah, sorry, baby." My dad said more serious. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well." I was about say that I was fine but he spoke first. "Even though you said it wasn't serious, if it happens again I want you to go see the doctor, okay?" He nodded and gave me a serious look.

I pursed my lips before answering. "Yeah, sure, dad." I said. He rubbed my arm. "Anyway…" I started. I cleared my throat and walked closer to where Michonne was so she could hear me too. "Sorry." I whispered to both of them and leaned against the counter. "I didn't mean to cut it short. It was her idea to come home."

"It's alright, honey." Michonne said and nodded. "Really."

I nodded back, then sighed. There was a brief pause. "So…is Judith allowed to go up to the clubhouse by herself to find out about events?"

They shared a look. "…we've started to let her do that, yeah." My dad said and nodded. "Why?"

I hesitated. "…I don't want to get her in trouble." I waved. "It's no big deal."

"What happened?" My dad pressed.

I stared at him. I guess you have to tell them now, dumbass. I cleared my throat. "Well, cuz I got out of the shower and she was just gone. I almost had a panic attack." I said. My dad chuckled. "But it's okay. I already took care of it and told her to make sure she tells someone when she goes somewhere."

My dad nodded. "Good job." Those two little words made me want to smile. There was a brief pause after that. I started to feel really tired and my stomach was feeling sick again.

"Yeah…so…I'm gonna go home now." I stood up straight. "I got a big mess to clean up. I made pancakes for breakfast and let Judith flip them."

They both laughed. "Good luck." Michonne said and sipped her coffee.

"Yeah." I started backing up. I didn't want to seem suspicious. "So, I'll see you guys later." I walked out the door quickly. I started walking faster, then ran once my feet hit the road.

I ran to about three houses down and puked into a bush. "Ew." I said and grimaced. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and steadied my breathing.

"What the fuck?" I heard someone say. My eyes widened and I turned around to see a man standing there. "Are you okay?"

I hesitated. "…yeah, I'm fine." I said slowly. "Thanks for asking." I began walking after that. I hurried to get home.

Once I was there, I closed and locked the door, then sighed. "What a frickin' day." I, then, noticed the mess I had to clean up. "Ugh." I practically collapsed onto the couch. "I really don't feel like doing this right now."

I stayed in and relaxed for the rest of the day once I got over myself and forced myself to clean up the mess that Judith and I made this morning. The silence was beginning to bother me so I put a movie on in the background while I cleaned up. I wasn't really hungry that evening, so I opted to not make dinner for myself again. However, I was craving black olives for some strange reason. So, I opened a can and ate the whole thing while watching a movie.

I was extra tired by the time I decided to go to bed. Oh well. At least I don't feel sick anymore. I got ready, brushed my teeth, changed my clothes, then hopped into bed. I snuggled up but before I fell asleep, I had a thought. "I know you can't hear me," I said out loud, "but goodnight, Daryl. Wherever you are, my love, I hope you're safe." I closed my eyes. He better be safe.

I was sitting at the table feeling pretty shitty, I was already on my second cup of coffee. I fell asleep pretty quickly. However, I did not sleep good that night. My bladder woke me up several times through the night to go pee. I was pretty annoyed by the third time it happened.

I just thought it was really weird because I never had to get up that many times to go to the bathroom before. I mean…unless I was sick or something. The thought scared me. Maybe I am sick? I don't want to go back to the doctor though. I don't want to be known as that person who runs to the doctor every time something is bothering them. At least not unless it's serious. I didn't think this was serious.

I sighed and plopped down on the couch. I wonder where Daryl is right now and what he's doing. I hope he comes home soon. I miss him. The way he puts his hands on my waist and slaps my bottom. I bit my lip and smiled. He does this weird, little thing with his lips when he's eating sometimes that I find adorable. I love watching him do things when he doesn't notice. I like even more when he does notice. A giggle escaped.

Time passed as I just sat there on the couch daydreaming. I can't wait until he gets home. I'm gonna attack him and push him down onto the bed. I tilted my head to one side. Wonder when he's going go down on me again? I grinned.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock at the door, I jumped and gasped. Jeez, calm down, Abigail. I told myself. Glancing out the window, I saw that it was one of the neighbors. His name is AJ. He was always a nice guy, but he also always kept to himself so I was curious as to what he wanted.

I slowly answered the door. "Hi." I said first.

"Hey, Abby." AJ said. "Sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask you something." He paused. "Our cat had kittens again and we don't want to keep all of them so I was wondering if you'd maybe want one?"

My face lit up. I love kitties so much! He had me at kittens. "Yes, definitely!" I said.

"Do you seriously want one?" He smiled. "Because that would be great."

"Yes, I really do. You don't know how happy you just made me." I grinned like the Cheshire cat and had to keep from jumping up and down.

"Alright." AJ laughed. "You wanna come look at them?"

"Yeah." I smiled. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, then followed AJ over to his house.

"Abby's gonna take one." AJ said to his wife.

"Oh great." She smiled.

"Hi, Linda." I smiled and waved. "How are you?"

"I'm good." Linda said. "Even better now that you're taking one of these babies."

"Oh, you know I definitely would." I giggled.

"They're right here." AJ pointed to the cage on the counter. "You can have whichever one you want. Hell, take 'em all." He laughed.

I laughed too. "No, I think Daryl would kill me." I laughed again. I stared at the little kitties in the cage, they were all meowing. I counted five of them. "Hi, babies." I said sweetly. My eyes widened as I noticed the orange one in the back. "Is the orange one a boy?" I asked immediately.

"Uh…I think." AJ said. "Let me just check to make sure." He reached in to get it out. "I know three of them are girls and two are boys." He said. My shoulders slumped, I bet it's not a boy. The odds are against me. "Yup." AJ said to my surprise. "He's a boy."

"Yes!" I was so excited. I always wanted a male orange cat. "I'll take him." I smiled and AJ handed him to me. "Hi, little guy." He rubbed his nose on mine. "Aw, you're so sweet." I smiled at both AJ and Linda.

"Would you happen to know of anyone else that would want one?" Linda asked me.

"Actually, yes." I said. "You should ask my dad." I giggled. "I'm sure Judith would love to have a pet. Plus, Michonne loves cats. My dad would cave even if he didn't want one." I smiled. They both laughed.

"Great." Linda said. "We'll have to go see him this evening." She nodded at her husband. AJ nodded back.

I thought for a minute. "You guys should try Glenn and Maggie too. And while you're at it, Carol and Mark might take one." I shrugged.

"Okay." AJ nodded. "Cool. Thanks, Abby."

"No, thank you." I said and smiled. They both smiled back.

I took my new friend home and got him settled. AJ even gave me an old litter box that they had and some cat food. I was very thankful. I was now laying on the couch playing with him. "I'm naming you Ponyboy." I giggled. Wait until Daryl sees this. He's in for a surprise.

Just then, the cat stepped on my breast and it hurt worse than it probably should have. I cringed a little. That just reminded me. When I was in the shower yesterday morning, the hot water kind of bothered my breasts. They have been sensitive lately.

I got Ponyboy some food and water, then figured I might as well eat something. I rummaged through the cabinets and my eyes landed on a jar of peanut butter. I smiled. That sounds great!

I opened the jar and dug in. It tasted extra good to me for some reason. Maybe I was just hungry. I didn't eat dinner two nights in a row. I nodded. That had to be it.

I giggled because I remembered that my mom liked peanut butter. I must take after her. I smiled. She used to make peanut butter sandwiches all the time. I remembered I would find them wrapped in plastic sitting places like the counter or kitchen table so she could eat them later. I laughed again. That was so weird. Yeah, she really liked peanut butter. Used to go through jars of it. I smirked. Especially when she was pregnant.

I was about to put a spoonful in my mouth when I realized what I just thought. My eyes widened. I stopped and dropped the spoon back into the jar. My mouth was still hanging open. I take after her so…

I sat there at the table for a long time just thinking. Maybe what Judith, my dad and Michonne said was true. Maybe they're right. My throat felt super dry all of a sudden and it felt like I was punched in the stomach.

I shook my head halting all those thoughts. Before I jump to anymore conclusions, I'm going to name all of my symptoms. I counted on my fingers:

First there was the throwing up. No, that weird pain was first. But that can't have anything to do with me being pregnant? That just wouldn't make sense. The vomiting could or could not have anything to do with it either. That doesn't help. I shook my head again. Okay, what about how much I've been peeing? That has to be something. Okay, one point for baby. Next, there's me being tired more but that could have been because I didn't sleep well last night. Was I tired yesterday? I couldn't remember. Well, that's another maybe. The only other things were me craving the olives and peanut butter. Oh, and there's also my sensitive breasts. That's two more points.

I sighed just then. What am I doing? If I'm really pregnant, there's only one sure way to find out. However, if I really am pregnant this time, how could I be so stupid? The signs were all there. How could I be so oblivious to them?

I stopped everything I was doing and went into the bathroom. I searched in the medicine cabinet for that pregnancy test I put all those weeks ago. It wasn't in there. I began to feel nervous and anxious.

I turned to the drawer and dug around inside. Where is it? I was almost panting. Finally, I found it. I picked it up and stared at it for a moment. I honestly don't think that I am…but I had to make sure.

I quickly opened the box and looked at the stick. This one was different from the others that I took. If there's two lines it's positive, if there's one it's negative. I nodded, then got to it.

Okay. I told myself. I'm not going to get upset if I'm not and I'm not going to get excited either. Just stay calm and wait patiently.

About three minutes later, I looked down at the stick. Two lines appeared. My eyes grew wide and I put my hand over my mouth. Then…I smiled.

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