Part 5:

"Hey Carter"

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here because I wanted to talk to you"

"Well... then come on in"

I closed the door behind me and mentioned for her to sit down. She did and I sat in the other couch, across her. The lights were all off but I didn't dare to turn them on. I didn't want to.

"So...", She began to talk, "You ready to talk about it?"

"Yeah, I guess"

"Okay then. What exactly happened?"

"Where you want me to start from?"

"The second beginning"

"Okay"

As I began to tell her, all the memories came back into my mind.

It was a rainy day. We were at home – our home. She was in the bathroom. She was taking a pregnancy test and it was positive. We made a deal and decided to have our first baby. So, we were trying to get pregnant. We tried very hard the night before. All the night I must say. And since we both were off the next day – we were trying to have the same days off – we tried in the day. And at night of that same day she did another test – it was positive again.

"That's not possible!", She said almost shouting.

"What, honey?"

"Apparently I'm definitely pregnant"

"Ohh...", I paused for some seconds, "But isn't it good?"

"No!"

She sat in the toilet seat with her hands on her face and she spoke through them.

"I don't know"

"Haven't we been trying to get pregnant? We made a deal"

"I know. I know"

She began to sob and I was sure she was crying. I felt like someone stabbed me... again. And it wasn't nice. I knelt down next to her and put my arms around her.

"What am I gonna do?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"What am I gonna do... if I can't keep this child... and make you go through another loss... again?"

I was surprised with that question. And concerned, too. She's really changed.

"I... honestly... don't know"

"I'm sorry John", She began to sob harder, "I'm so sorry. I screwed up everything again"

"No you didn't", I started stroking her hair to comfort her, "You didn't before and you didn't now"

I could feel her smiling slightly and then her sweet voice spoke.

"Really?"

"Yes"

"Oh John", She began to sob again, "I'm afraid I won't make it"

"Who says you won't? You gotta be more confident"

"I am. I guess I am. I want to be"

"But...?"

"But what about the disease?"

"You know the probabilities of passing on the disease are very small. It's unlikely"

"What if I have a spontaneous miscarry? I can't make you go through that again"

"Abby..."

I wanted to comfort her but I didn't find words to. So I kept stroking her hair softly.

"You gotta help me John", She said suddenly.

"I know. I will"

"I should get home now"

She pushed me away and stood.

"But..."

"Sorry"

She picked her things and left. I chased her and when I ran downstairs I heard a car stopping. I ran outside and saw her lying on the street, and the man desperate.

"Oh my God Carter"

"Yeah", I said in a crying tone.