Title: Parents
Genre: Romance
Pairing/Character: Connor/Abby
Rating: T
Warnings: Language
Time Frame: Season 3 or later
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"Abby'll be here later," Connor told the group as they gathered around the metal table.
"Is she sick again?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. Pretty bad too."
"Connor how long as she been like this for?" Sarah asked curiously.
"About a week."
"And it's just in the morning right?" she confirmed.
"Yeah, she's normally better around noon or one."
"Is there any possibility that she could be, you know, pregnant?" Jenny asked him.
"No," he told her then sighed, "Maybe" after the memory of two months before came rushing back to him.
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"Connor! What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Abby shrieked, kicking him onto the floor. She stared down at him and blushed, realizing that he had nothing on. "Fuck," she sighed when she realized she was in the same state of lack of clothing.
"I think we already did," Connor sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"How? I don't remember anything from last night…except for Sarah dragging me to the pub- Oh my God. I'm going to kill her. I slept with my flatmate. I slept with my co-worker. There's got to be something in Lester's Great Big Book of Rules about that," she mumbled to herself.
"Great, my first time sleeping with Abby and I don't even remember it," he sighed.
Abby threw him a look that he was all too familiar with-the 'What the hell, Connor' look as he'd come to call it-before throwing a pillow at his head and sinking back into the covers, grumbling something inaudible.
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"Maybe?" Jenny asked.
"Remember that day that Sarah dragged all of us to the pub. We both had too much to drink," Connor sighed, hitting his head on the table. "This can't be happening."
"A baby is a blessing Connor. Besides, it's not a fact yet. She could just have a stomach bug," Sarah told him. "Why don't you go home and check on her."
"Pick up an at home pregnancy test on the way," Jenny suggested.
"This is so not the way I wanted to find out I might be a father," he sighed gathering up his things.
"Good luck mate," Becker said.
He threw him a glare.
"What if she is? What if she is pregnant and she kills me for it? She hasn't exactly said anything about wanted to be a mother. Besides, we aren't even that serious yet."
"Connor, go home. That's an order," Danny told him with a pat on the back. "Take her some ice cream too. Pregnant women love ice cream."
"I hate you all," he sighed leaving.
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"Abby, I'm home," he called taking the ice cream over to the freezer. He'd gotten her favorite- cookie dough.
"Conn, I think we might have a problem," she called back down.
"I know," he said going up the stairs, taking the bag with the test up with him. He dropped the box on her bed with a shy smile. "Thought you might need it."
"Thanks," she sighed. "I figured it out today. How could I not have noticed? It's been a month. I mean, I've never really kept an exact count on when I should start, but still, how could I go two months without realizing it?" she asked, burring her head in her hands.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Whatever happens, we'll get through it. Just like always, yeah?" he said rubbing her back gently.
"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm scared," she admitted after a minute.
"Me too," he chuckled nervously.
Abby stared at the box without moving. "I can't do it Connor."
"Sure you can," he said. "You're Abby Maitland. You fight dinosaurs. You fight future predators. You can pee on a stick, yeah?"
"Give me the stupid thing," she sighed, throwing the blankets off.
"It'll be alright, now matter what. I promise," he said kissing her quickly.
"Right," she said going to the bathroom.
She came out five minutes later and walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling herself as close as she possibly could.
"What'd it say?" he asked.
She nodded into his chest. "I'm pregnant."
"That's great Abby," he said hugging her tighter. "Really, it is. You're going to have a baby. We're going to have a baby."
"Connor, I'm not sure that if that's a good thing."
"Why not?" he asked pulling away to look at her.
"Connor, we're barely in our late twenties. We can't raise a baby. Especially not with our careers."
"Of course we can," Connor told her.
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not, really. I mean we can do this. You can do this."
"We can," she nodded. "Both of us. I can't do it alone."
"You already I know I love you."
"I love you too."
"Then what's stopping us?" he asked.
"You're delusional."
"Maybe, but we can do it. Together just like you said."
She nodded again, this time more violently and smiled. "You're right."
He hugged her quickly before kissing her deeply.
"I'm going to get fat and disgusting," she sighed.
"No you won't," he objected. "You'll be beautiful and you'll have that maternal glow and you'll love it."
"How do you know?"
"How do you know it'll go so badly?"
"I don't," Abby admitted.
"Well, I'm sure you won't get fat and disgusting," Connor said, kissing the top of her head.
"Should we tell the others?" she asked.
"They kind of already know. Well not for sure, but they suspected it. Jenny and Sarah were the ones that pointed it out to me. Oh and Danny said to get ice cream so there's some cookie dough flavored in the freezer."
"My favorite."
"I know."
"We're going to be parents," Abby laughed.
"I know," Connor beamed, laughing as well.
"Celebrate with ice cream?" she asked.
"Sounds perfect."
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Let me know what you think.
Love,
Spike.