Title: Interesting Uses for Bathtubs - Conception

A/N: OMG! I'm turning into a complete and utter sap! I've taken a nose dive into the world of fluff!

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Thank heavens Connor and Abby had both agreed that a big fussy wedding was out of the question. In fact it had been so far from what they wanted that two weeks after his proposal they had gone away for a romantic weekend together and come back as Mr and Mrs Temple. Sarah and Danny weren't very pleased they'd been left out, Becker had bought them a bottle of champagne and Lester had just groaned and reminded them about the hazards of intra-office relationships.

But three weeks into married life, with her head over the toilet bowl and a little white stick with a blue line on it laying beside her on the floor, Abby had realised that their hasty ceremony had been one of the best decisions she had ever made.

"You ok babes?" Connor asked from the doorway.

Abby looked up and smiled, she'd been throwing up every day this week, so it wasn't so out of the ordinary.

"Think so." She replied, sounding hoarse.

She held her hand out to him and he moved forward to take it, joining her on the floor.

"Is it . . . Did you take the test? Is it ready yet?" He stuttered, stroking her hair gently.

Abby nodded and chewed on her bottom lip, she still wasn't all that sure how she felt about this yet. Should she be happy? Sad ? Scared?

"And?" He asked, offering her a reassuring smile.

"You're going to be a Dad."

She tried to gauge his reaction, but his face seemed expressionless. He let out a breath, making a strange hissing sound and then pulled his hand from hers. A brief moment a pure panic washed over Abby at the possibility of this totally freaking him out and making him run from her.

Connor placed his hand ever so softly on her abdomen and looked at her with wide eyes, a single tear falling from them which he wiped away quickly.

"We made a baby?" He whispered. "Together?"

She laughed then, with nervous relief.

"Yeah, we did, in this very bathtub." She said, gripping the bath behind her.

"How'd ya know?"

"Just a rough guess, but I think it will work out at being the night you asked me to marry you."

His face broke into a wide grin then.

"I scored twice in one night? Nice one!"

Abby shook her head and smiled, one thing was for sure, Connor had some serious growing up to do in the next eight months.