Okay, so this is just a little short one… I will admit, I've lost whatever inspiration I had when I started this, but I figured it's best to keep trucking along for the present, since I don't really want to give it up. Thanks to anyone who is actually reading this, it means a lot to know that your writing is actually receiving an audience.

Chapter 7: Sinful Living

"Do we invite the babysitter?" asked Abby sceptically. She was lounging on the couch with her feet propped on Luka's lap and a bowl of popcorn on hers as they compiled a possible guest list for the wedding.

Luka shrugged. "Don't ask me, I'm not Martha Stewart."

Abby smirked. "You mean to tell me that I did not conceive a child with the convict who knits ponchos and scrapbooks? I don't believe it."

"It all just depends on how big you want this. Let's just make it soon. I don't know how much longer I can live in sin," teased Luka.

"Oh, really, big guy? You know, if it bothers you so much, we could just…not…live sinfully for a while," Abby teased back.

"You couldn't last a week," Luka challenged, stroking Abby's tired feet.

"Would anyone come from Croatia?" Abby asked after a split-second's hesitation.

Luka pondered for a moment.

"Maybe my brothers. Jakov, maybe. I'm not so sure about Niko."

"What are your brothers like?" Abby asked, a sudden curiosity awoken within her. "Do they look like you?"

Luka smirked. "The Kovacs are all tall. And, as you know, incredibly handsome. But I'm the most handsome one," Luka chuckled. "Jakov is the middle child. He was always quiet, reading books in his room. He's always there though, to talk to. He always listens. And Niko- well, he's the baby. Always my mother's little pet. He's loud, opinionated. Half the time he doesn't even know what he's talking about. He loves football- soccer. We used to play together all the time. I would stand in goal – two trees, and he would shoot on me."

"You miss them, don't you?" Abby said softly, interested in this rare tidbit of information he was relaying to her.

Luka thought for a moment. "There's a lot I miss. There's some things that you have to live without, though. I wouldn't trade what I have know for any of that. This is how it was meant to be."

"Why don't you call them more?" Abby continued. She suddenly wanted more of his family.

Luka sighed. "You're sure curious tonight." He smiled as Abby opened her mouth to respond. "It's okay, I don't mind. I should have told you more before. My brothers have their own lives. Sometimes it's too sad to call them. Niko was upset when I left for America. He said I was running away. He's mostly over it now, I think, but for a long time, he didn't talk to me. Jakov, too, wanted me to stay, wanted to help me himself. He was a little more understanding though. He knew it was the right thing for me. He was the first one I called when I got off the plane. It broke my heart to talk to him. Over the years, we've just lost touch. Only my father is the one I talk to often enough. He fills me in, and I imagine he lets them know what's going on with me."

Abby drank it all in, imagining two dark, tall, slightly less handsome men. She imagined the one with a soccer ball in his hands. She imagined what they would be like around Luka; what Luka would be like around them.

"I can't wait to meet them," she said finally.

"Well, we need to set a date first," Luka said practically.

"Alright then," Abby said, picking up a calendar from the coffee table. "How about May….16th?"

Luka grinned. "You just pulled that date out of the air, didn't you?"

"So what if I did? Just make sure to get us that day, and a few days afterward, off," justified Abby.

"Sounds good. You should quit your job as a doctor and become a full time wedding planner," Luka joked.

Abby glared at Luka before throwing a handful of popcorn at him.