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A/N: Chapter 2, as requested on AO3. And to the guest reviewer from chapter 1, hope you enjoy!
Review Prompt: What if it wasn't negative?
She paces the bathroom, nerves setting in. This could not be happening. This just could not be happening. How could she be so stupid? She tries to focus on the positive. She is just a few days late, she'd been taking her pill. It didn't mean anything. It didn't mean…
She had a pregnancy scare when she was in college. It had been one night with the cute biology student she'd been tutoring, and he hadn't worn a condom; a day or so after, she'd gotten herself tested for STDs and the panel came back clean. It was only after missing her period, that she'd thought she was pregnant. The pregnancy test that she'd taken had come back negative. She'd even gone to a hospital to double check. It wasn't that she didn't like kids. She loved kids. She just didn't want to have kids; she wasn't fit to be a mom, she knew that.
She has five more minutes. Five minutes of waiting, of anxiety-riddled waiting. If it came back negative, it didn't matter. She wouldn't have to worry about it. She probably wouldn't even tell anyone. But what was she supposed to do if it came back positive? Tell Gibbs and Jen sure, but after that? Would they want her to keep it? That was silly. Of course, they would. Right?
After that, the thoughts wouldn't stop coming. Would having a kid make Gibbs feel like he was desecrating Kelly's memory? No, that was stupid. He and Stephanie had tried for a kid when he was married to her. Would Jen be okay with her having Gibbs' kid? They were in the relationship first, after all. Of course, she would. She loved her too.
She paces again, grabs the stick from the counter and then sets it down again. She still had time. She grabs her phone as she sinks to the floor, panic setting in. She couldn't do this. She couldn't…
"Abby?" she releases the breath she doesn't realize she's holding, "Abby, it's 3 in the morning."
She can't stop her voice from cracking, has to stop tears from falling, "Come over."
She hears the light slap as Jen wakes Gibbs, his grunt of annoyance snuffed out by Jen's "Something's wrong with Abby."
She hangs up, knowing they're on their way. She casts a look at the counter top, worry making her bite her lip. She couldn't do this…
"Abbs?" she hears Gibbs call through the doorway.
"In here," she calls, and the nausea she feels doesn't want to subside.
The door opens, and she looks up to see her lovers, half-asleep but there. She shouldn't have called. This was nothing that couldn't wait until the morning. She stands to tell them just that when the wave of nausea makes her sway on her feet. Jen moves forward and catches her as she stumbles; she frowns even as she rights herself.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Jen asks, her fingers combing her hair away from her face.
"Nothing," she struggles to keep her voice from cracking again, "I overreacted."
Gibbs surveys the room, catches sight of the pregnancy test sitting innocently on the counter. Their eyes meet, and she instantly looks away. Stupid, stupid, she thinks again. He approaches it with a small smile, shows the test to Jen, who looks from it back to her. Her heart is in her throat as she looks into Jen's eyes. She knew she wouldn't be a good mom. But Jen? Jen would be the best mom in the world.
She takes the test hesitantly, pulling away from them. The two lines stare up at her, glaring confirmation. Pregnant. No, no this was a joke, right? She needed a second opinion. She needed…
"Hey," Gibbs is gentle as he pulls her back into them, snapping her from her thoughts, "it's okay, Abbs."
But no, it wasn't. Because she dragged them out of bed for something that could've waited until the morning. Because their lives were going to change now, and she had no idea what she was doing.
"I can't," she croaks out, "I can't do this."
Jen wipes away the tears she didn't realize she was shedding, "You're not going through this alone, Abby."
"I'm sorry," she whispers, but Jen shushes her, wrapping her in her arms, so she was buried between her and Gibbs.
"Nothing to be sorry for, Abby," Gibbs says softly.
"You're not mad?" Her voice is so small, and she hates that.
Jen laughs softly, "No, sweetheart, not mad at all. You didn't do anything wrong."
"We can talk more in the morning," Gibbs announces, "You need to sleep. We all do."
She presses a hand to her stomach, sending a silent prayer. As long as she had Gibbs and Jen, she could do this. And their baby would have a good life. I promise.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed!