So I decided to update this, even though I doubt anyone reads it. I'll probably scrap this story after this short chapter, but this was already written, and I actually like this one more than my other story since I know where this is going more than the other one. But whatever. I'm done going on. I'm going to DC this weekend, so maybe I'll get inspired or something. Anyway, reviews are always appreciated, especially since without them I'll probably forget about this story. Yeah. My memory sucks that badly. Anyway, I digress. Enjoy.
Stephen mouth kept moving, willing himself to form words. He had to come up with something, anything to say.
"Are you… are you sure it's mine?" he finally managed to choke out.
"Do you really think I'd be here if it wasn't? You want a paternity test to make sure?" she said sardonically.
"No…no… I just…"
"I'm not asking anything from you. I'm not asking for money or for you to be involved. Just say the word and you can go back to your pretty little life with pretty little Georgia. I'll never tell anyone it's yours. I'm only here because you have the right to know."
"Do you really think that badly of me?" he said, sounding genuinely wounded.
"What?" she asked, emotion finally pervading her voice. She had expected to tell him the news and for him to tell her thanks but no thanks and to shut the door in her face.
"There's no way I would ever abandon you or our child. Don't you know that Abby?" he said earnestly.
Abby didn't need to answer, she just melted into his arms. They fit together so naturally.
Although it seemed like smooth sailing that moment, the reality was a lot more complicated. They were still two very different people. Which meant they still argued and mocked each other. The first argument was minutes after she came to his door. After they disentangled, she walking inside, Stephen still reeling from the bomb Abby had just dropped on his life. The first thing he did was call Georgia and cancel dinner. As much as Abby assured him that he didn't need to stop his pursuit of his former fiance (though she secretly hoped he would), Stephen was determined to do everything right. Then, he made Abby an offer she couldn't help but refuse. He asked her to marry him. For the sake of their baby.
"Are you fucking me Stephen? No."
As much as she desired Stephen's ultimate commitment to her, she wanted it to be out of love. Not some medieval, "chivalrous" notion of obligation that he thought he had to her and the child. Then came the question of what they would do when the child was born. But they didn't even broach that topic yet. It would just lead to another fight. They could figure that out later. Right now, they just sat, wrapped up in each others' arms, hoping for their future together.