A / n: Well guys! Thank you so very much for reading and reviewing and actually requesting more! I wasn't really sure how this story would go over. I knew there was a wanted craving for some AbbeyxHeath, or 'Habbey' as you guys have kinda titled it xD but I didn't know if I'd do them justice, but apparently you guys seem to enjoy this so… thanks! =)

A very special thank you to all who have reviewed! At the end of the story, I'll post a 'Heath and Abbey Playlist' that's inspired some events in the story and just make me think about that particular pairing in general. So be on the look out for that XD

Now, here's the next chapter, enjoy!

Let It Burn

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Her eyes widened after listening to the message as she hung up the phone, "Abbey… you're… definitely… for sure... pregnant."

Abbey had heard of this context before, she remembered her mother telling her stories about when she was 'pregnant' for Abbey herself… so did this mean that she was in that same position? She looked down to her stomach and poked it with her slender index finger. "Mini Abbey?" She inquired out loud.

Grace gave a small smirk, "Or perhaps a mini Heath."

Abbey glared at her caregiver, "I… I do not understand. Can, you explain to Abbey?"

Sliding off her coat and tossing it on the sofa, Grace gave a quick nod of her head. "Yes of course Abbey, get comfy and sit down, I'll start dinner, which will be a recipe my grandmother gave to me, she… wanted me to use it when I had my full family. But, you're special enough Abbey." She said with a soft smile, heading to the kitchen and in the process forgetting to take off her signature black pumps, continuing about what she was going to do.

Abbey sat down on the very comfortable reclining lounge chair, taking a deep breath and poking her stomach. "Mini Abbey… or mini Heath? How to tell which one?" Softly speaking to herself.

It wasn't too long before Grace appeared in the living room once more; she sat down and glanced to Abbey. The young ghoul poking her stomach curiously, waiting for it to bite her or something. "Alright Abbey… well dear, you know how you and Heath… created… a little heat, so to speak?" She asked nervously with a chuckle.

"You mean how I touch his nether region and he likes, then he touches Abbey's?" Her cheeks blushed deeply as she watched Grace herself blush heavily.

"Sure, if that's what you're calling it now." She gave a nervous giggle again, but then cleared her throat. "It's… it's called sexual intercourse Abbey. Or, 'sleeping together' is slang for it as well." She explained softly, it made her… well, gain a new respect. Obviously Abbey wouldn't go to her about this kind of thing unless she wanted to.

"I dislike the slang, but yes, I know what you say." She conversed, in her thick accent.

Grace nodded, "That's great. That's… really great. Okay so… basically, what comes from… Heath's… nether region," having to give the 'Birds and Bees' talk to a student, about a student – would seem naturally awkward but Grace was trying her best.

Abbey then seemed enthused, "That Frankie and her mother joke about swallow or spit, yes?"

Grace's eyes widened, that was a little more than she ever needed to know about Frankie Stein. "Well, yes. But… moving on. That, that comes from him… and goes into you… it… um, naturally travels through your body and meets up with… an egg."

Abbey's eyes widened, "Scrambled? Sunny – side up?"

Grace chuckled, but covered her mouth to hide it right away. Abbey was actually being serious with her inquiries and it wasn't polite to laugh about her concerns. "No, no darling, you see, as females… we generally have a menstrual period. The week of the month where you want to 'beat snowmen to snow balls, and crush those too'."

Abbey nodded enthusiastically, "Oh yes, 'Angry Abbey Week'." She said with a giggle. "Heath calls it that, but is silly enough to bug Abbey when she is angry anyway."

Grace chuckled, "Sometimes I wonder about him… but anyway, since you haven't gotten 'Angry Abbey Week' in awhile… it is because you're pregnant. Now… when the… moisture, from Heath, goes to you and you have moisture too but we're talking about Heath's moisture…" This could be considered in many ways slightly bothering but Grace would try her best to explain to Abbey. "it's… living beings called 'sperm'. And these … well they look like tadpoles so we'll call it that. When one reaches your egg... the ones you let go and bleed out every menstrual cycle more or less, don't quote me I'm a principal in a high school, not a doctor," She continued on, still feeling nervous and awkward, but Abbey listening to her every word. "When a… 'sperm' meets the female's 'egg' – a baby is created. Now the baby isn't a baby just yet, it's called a 'fetus'. So right now, there's a tiny fetus within your womb."

Abbey tilted her head in apparent confusion, "Where is said womb?"

"Your uterus dear, when the… fetus develops into a baby, it will enlarge your tummy. But then soon, the baby will come out – that's if you so choose to keep the baby." This part, Grace had to admit she was nervous to talk about. She was almost positive Abbey would want to terminate her pregnancy. "You can… choose to not keep the baby. It's called an abortion. Termination of the pregnancy… as if it never happened."

Abbey poked her stomach curiously, "Hmm, I see, I see." She stated, poking herself once more. "So… does fetus poke back?"

Grace warmly smiled, "When you get to over half way through your… pregnancy, yes. But not now, it's too early."

She sighed, tying her long, luscious hair back with a hair elastic that was on the coffee table in the living room. "So… Abbey wants to keep mini me. I created mini me, mini me is my responsibility, I… I adore mini me, like do Heath. But… but, will Heath be angry?" It was a good question, and sadly – most males would be.

Grace shifted her eyes to the side, "Well Abbey, I can't answer that for you because, I'm not Heath. I don't know how he feels, or how he would feel."

Abbey gave a curt nod, "Sense of the making, yes. But… I… do not want fetus to hurt. So, I will take care of it. To not get hurt."

Grace wasn't sure what Abbey meant right there, even though a nagging feeling told her she should inquire, she decided not to. "Well then, if you have no more questions… it's back to trying my grandmother's lasagna stew, or… whatever she called it. Not quite like stew, more like chili… I…" Upon seeing Abbey tilt her head once more, she just shrugged. "Oh just eat it, you'll like it."

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Heath was so glad their date went well tonight. Things got a tad steamy in the back seat of his 'handed down' car. Thanks to his father of course. Although normally Heath and Abbey would've gone a lot further – the car was her favorite place to get intimate after all… well she said something about an igloo in the middle of a blizzard being great but then telling him this would 'have to do'. But on the norm, they'd have gone all the way. He wasn't ashamed in knowing that Abbey was… well enabled to go for hours and would pounce on him at the most unpredictable moment, which he adored.

"As I said, igloo in blizzard would be most lovely… but this bucket of bolts will have to do." There it was, Heath smirked. That was going to be her catchphrase if she kept saying it.

"But Abbey… my frozen femme fatale," He leaned in, tracing her cheeks with his soft fingers, bringing her lips to his. "would you, care to generate a little heat, love?" He asked her sensually, their lips only centimeters apart.

Abbey giggled nervously, when she was nervous, she giggled. "Wait… Heath, did you miss… me… today?" She knew that she didn't show up to school earlier that day, she wanted to know if he thought about her as much as she thought about him. Which was more lately, especially knowing what she did, that being the result of their… love making, sitting right there in her 'womb'.

"I only miss you when I'm breathing." He told her softly, kissing her cheek. "Which is all the time, just in case you missed that." Chuckling, he continued what felt so natural between them. He slid off the elegant sleeve of her low cut sweater dress, the zipper sliding down to reveal some extra sighting of her blessed round, plump breasts.

It zipped up as if a normal sweater would, but all Abbey wore underneath it was her undergarments. She knew not to wear too much clothing with Heath around her. She could hardly control herself from feeling the natural, animalistic feelings she got from merely being next to him.

Despite things getting so very hot, the moment Abbey leaned back a bit and Heath placed his hand, slightly pressing on her stomach, she smacked him, hard. "Ow! I'm sorry baby! What'd I do?" He asked, removing himself from her right away.

Whenever Abbey snapped, she needed her space. You'd be utterly dumb to not grant it to her. "Do not unscramble our perfectly scrambled egg!" And with that, she zipped up her sweater dress, pulled on her heels, buckled them up and opened the back door of the car, getting out of it, slamming it in Heath's face.

"Abbey! Wait!" He shouted after her, opening the back door.

She glared at him; luckily they were just in the driveway of Grace's and… well, Abbey's home. "No! I am going to protect and love egg with all my heart, you should want to love and protect egg too but you want to hurt egg!" She yelled at him furiously, "We are no more Heath, breaking up with you I just did." She turned on her heels, darting inside the home. Leaving behind one very confused yet very upset Heath.

"The fuck did I do now?" He asked to no one in particular, considering he was now alone.

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