Last chapter. Let me know if you think I should do an epilogue or not. As a warning, I did not edit this, so there may be mistakes or things phrased weirdly.

Two days later, Abby was ready to leave the hospital. Olivia and Stephen had come to pick her up.

"How are you Abby?" Stephen asked, reaching toward her. She again pulled away.

"I'm fine. They're letting me leave after all." she answered, dismissively.

"Abby, don't feel like you have to come back to work at any time. Take all of the time you need." Olivia told her. Stephen had already been taking the past few days off, talking to his family and grieving. She told him the same thing she told Abby.

"I'm fine Olivia. The doctor is letting me leave. I'm more than fine to go back to work. I've already missed two days."

Olivia wanted to argue, tell her that she needed time to process her loss. But Abby was not one to be convinced of things. Besides, Olivia reasoned, everyone grieves differently.

"If that's what you want."

Abby got up and walked out the door, leaving Olivia and Stephen to follow.

Stephen made multiple attempts to talk to Abby, but she brushed him off every time. He eventually gave up, and they drove to Abby's home in silence. Stephen looked even more despondent than usual, so Olivia decided to stay with him for a little while. Stephen opened a bottle of wine and they both began to drink. While at first they managed to avoid talking about it, eventually the subject of Abby came up.

"I just don't understand how she can't care! It was our child. And she just didn't even flinch. She just wants to go on, life as usual. How Liv, how?"

"Look, Stephen, I know it seems like Abby's being cold, but it's hard for her to deal with things like this. She keeps a lot bottled up. I'm sure she's just as upset about losing the baby-"

"Amelia. Her name would have been Amelia. The shrinks say that it's a good idea to refer to a stillborn by name."

"Okay, Amelia. I'm sure Abby's taking it just as hard. She not only had to deal with the emotional loss but the physical one too. You have to cut her a little slack. You can't be mad at her. You two need to help each other through this."

"So you're saying you think I should go see her?"

"I think that you should talk to her when you're ready."

Stephen had decided that now, rather than later, was the best time to see Abby. So he had Olivia drop him off and he knocked on her door.

"What do you want Stephen?"

"I want us to talk. I want to get through this together."

"If you're looking for company, why don't you call one of your hookers?" she snapped back, still blocking him from entering.

"Just let me in Abby. Let's just talk."

She wordlessly crossed her arms and walked into her house, leaving him to follow.

"Abby," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and turning her to face him, "I've already lost her. I can't lose you too."

Abby never cried in front of other people. Never. But seeing Stephen's pure emotion, combined with the feelings she had been suppressing for the past two days, she couldn't help but let a tear slip out. It was only a single tear, but it was a start. She sat down on the couch and motioned for Stephen to sit next to her. And they began to talk, his arms around her, and they talked for the rest of the night. By the morning, she felt hopeful. It would be hard, but she and Stephen would heal together. Together they would make it through.

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