Hey peeps! Apologies for not getting this chapter out sooner. I have a lot of shit going on at work and it has taken a lot of my time to deal with. Anyway. As per usual, I have no specific schedule for updating. Unfortunately, I don't own anything except for any OCs, the plot for this story, and the small amounts of creative liberty as far as characters are concerned. I don't make any money, either.

NOTE: This chapter might be emotionally heavy and may be triggering to some people. I decided to be on the safe side and put a small trigger warning in place. Just because of the mentions of miscarriage and emotional/verbal abuse. I also want to note that the names Abby's ex-husband and the names of Spencer's wife and his in-laws are changed for creative purposes. Also, this chapter starts off in Spencer's point of view.

PepperStarkPotts, you are more than welcome! I am glad you love it! It's nice to have another person who loves the Abby/Spencer ship as much as I do.

Hopefully, you enjoy this chapter! xx

When Jamie called me in a panic, saying that Abby passed out, I feared the worst. I haven't felt that kind of fear grip me since Hannah's health declined and she eventually passed away.

Hurriedly, I packed a bag for both Kyle and Mary. I told them that Abby was sick and that they were staying with Charlotte until I come back from bringing Abby home.

Charlie, Charlotte's husband, was so kind and offered to let me use his private plane to get to New York as quickly as possible. I was really grateful for it and was able to get there in less than eight hours. When I arrived at the hotel where Abby was staying, I approached the front desk and asked for her room number and a room key. Apparently, Jamie had called ahead and informed them of my arrival. As I rode the elevator to the fifth floor, the anticipation was building. Was it something serious and life-altering? Or was it something simple and not worth worrying about? Either way, I was about to find out.

After knocking on the door several times and receiving no response, I quietly entered the room using the room key I was given.

"Abby?"

A strangled sounding gasp.

I dropped my bags by the door and kicked it shut. I noticed that there was a light coming from what I am assuming is the bathroom. I practically ran into the bathroom, only to see Abby resting her head on her forearm that rested on the seat of the toilet.

"Oh..." I paused to kneel down and get on her level. "Abby, honey, are you alright?"

Abby looked up at me with puffy, red-rimmed eyes and a pale face.

The moment I opened my eyes and looked at the pregnancy tests, I started to cry. The results were all positive, and that terrified me. Several years ago, when I was married to my first husband, I became pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. I was over the moon with happiness. My ex-husband was thrilled that he would have a son and a daughter. After three years of trying to have kids and a few miscarriages, we would finally have the perfect family.

However, the happiness of it all, did not last very long. At just twenty-three weeks pregnant, I ended up in the hospital with a severe case of the flu, which resulted in my ex-husband finding out what was happening and realizing there was no chance of saving our babies. He abruptly left my hospital room and I didn't see him for three days. Those three days really put things into perspective for me. How could someone just up and walk out on their wife who was in the middle of a miscarriage?

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My mind vaguely registered the sound of someone gently knocking on the door, entering the room, and walking toward me in the bathroom. In all honesty, I couldn't fathom that the person who had entered my hotel room would be Spencer.

As he entered the bathroom he knelt down on my level and started to rub soothing circles on my back. "Abby, honey, are you alright?"

I really wasn't and I think he realized that as soon as he seen my red, watery and probably puffy eyes.

"N-no. I am n-ot," I sobbed and as soon as I said that, I leaned over the toilet and threw up for what seemed like the millionth time since my interview.

Bless his heart. Spencer moved to sit behind me and held my hair back from my face, still rubbing my back soothingly. It is a comfort I desperately needed.

When I was mostly sure that I was done being sick, I fell into Spencer's chest.

"Oh, love. You're okay; I've got you. Can you stand up so you can rinse your mouth out and then lie back down?"

I barely had the strength to stand up and move; it took a few minutes for me to rinse my mouth out and lie down in the bed.

A few hours later, I woke up to find Spencer sitting next to me as he read something that I assume was a newspaper.

After silently watching Spencer for a few moments, he smiled softly before turning to face me. "Hey, sleepy head. How are you feeling?"

"It's like I got run over by a dump truck."

I asked, sitting up, "How and why did you come to New York?"

"Well, I was in my office during a meeting when I received a phone call from an oddly calm Jamie. She informed me that, just as you walked off the stage, you swayed a little bit and then passed out cold. One of the producers carried you into Diane's office, and you woke up after a few minutes."

"That explains the why, but how did you get here?"

"I dropped the kids off at Charlotte's and then Charlie graciously lent me his private plane to get here as soon as possible. I landed about thirty minutes before I found you huddled over the toilet."

"Oh."

"I'm not going to lie when I say that you had me terrified, Abby. I... I almost feared the worst, if I am being completely honest."

"I am sorry that I worried you so much," I sighed.

Pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, he murmured, "It's alright, Abby. Let's go and have a light lunch, and then we need to have a conversation."

My heart lurched in my chest; this was going to be an intense, emotionally heavy, and tiring conversation, and it had me scared of his reaction to what would be said.

After a light lunch at a café around the corner from the hotel, Spencer and I made our way to our hotel room.

I could feel myself getting a little more emotional than I typically am. When we got back into the room, I excused myself to the bathroom so I could change back into my sleep shorts and one of Spencer's t-shirts that I had stolen. Before exiting the bathroom, I grabbed the pregnancy tests from my toiletry bag and stuffed them into one of the pockets in my shorts.

"Okay, Spencer," I sighed as I curled up next to him on the sofa. "I am ready to talk."

"Let's start off by discussing why you didn't tell me that you hadn't been feeling well."

"I didn't want you to worry too much. Between everything with Walter, my nightmares, and your position as mayor, your plate was already full. I didn't want to add to it."

The arm that Spencer had around my shoulders gently pulled me closer to him, letting me tuck my head just under his chin. "Abby, I don't care if my plate is overflowing; I will always make time for you and for the kids. You three will always come first."

"I realize that, but I have had to train myself to not bother anyone."

Spencer pulled away slightly and looked me in the eye. "Why is that?"

I sighed and felt tears well up in my eyes. "My ex-husband... he wasn't exactly attentive or entirely nice to me. Come to think of it, you are the complete opposite of him, and I am incredibly thankful for it. You're everything I have ever wanted. I..."

"Abby, I know you are trying to stall and change the subject."

Spencer was right; I was trying to stall and change the subject. I was terrified of how he would react to the fact that I had a first marriage that ended in a miscarriage and a divorce. All of which happened several short years ago. Why did this feel harder than I thought it should?

"Gideon and I married after we had both graduated from Georgia State University. We were married for three years when I became pregnant with twins; a boy and a girl. I was ecstatic at the prospect of us being parents. When I was twenty-three weeks pregnant, I went into sepsis after a pretty intense bout of the flu that resulted in a short hospital stay. Whe-when the..."

Spencer pulled me onto his lap and dropped a kiss to my forehead as I started to cry. "Take a deep breath, love. You can continue whenever you're ready."

"When the doctors realized what was happening, they couldn't do anything. It was too late. The doctor tried to explain to Gideon what had happened, but he stormed out of the room and I didn't see him for three days. At the end of the three days, he had the nerve to serve me with divorce papers that he had already signed."

I sobbed out my next few words as I tried and failed miserably to collect myself. "Damn it! Damn it, Spencer. I lost my precious babies!" I paused to take a deep breath before I whimpered quietly, "It-it was all... It was my fault."

"Abby, it was not your fault. You had no idea that having a bad case of the flu would cause you to miscarry. It will never be your fault that it happened," he said reverantly as he hugged me tighter and we were both silent for a few moments before he started speaking again. "A few months before Hannah got diagnosed with cancer, we found out that she was expecting. However," he swallowed thickly before continuing, "She denied treatment so that the baby could have some sort of chance at life... but in doing something so selfless, she lost her life and with her life gone, so was the baby."

"I'm so sorry, Spencer."

"I didn't tell you that to make you sad; if it did, I apologize. Abby, I want you to know that you are resilient, just like Hannah was. I want to tell you a secret about yourself. You are such a kind, genuine, and strong soul. I love you."

"I love you too," I bit my lip. Was now the right time to tell Spencer that I am pregnant? Regardless of my doubts, the sooner I tell him, the better.

Reaching into the pockets of my sleep shorts, I said softly, "Promise you won't be upset and hate me?"

"Love, I could never hate you or be upset with you."

"Are... are you sure you won't leave me?"

Placing a finger under my chin and lifting my head to force me to make eye contact with him, he kissed the tip of my nose. "Kitten, the only way I would ever leave you is if, and gods forbid that it happens, is if I leave this earth before you."

I tugged at Spencer's hand that was braced under my chin. "Open your hand."

As he did what I asked, I gently placed all three of the pregnancy tests in his hand. I was petrified of what his reaction would be. I don't think I could handle my heart being crushed if he reacts harshly.

"Abby..." he swallowed thickly. The hand that was holding the three pregnancy tests was shaking as he continued, "Abby... are you pregnant?"

My lip started to quiver as a softly, "Yes, Spencer."

"I'm going to be a father again?"

I nodded slightly, "Are you upset?"

Spencer quickly reached behind him, setting the tests on the side table. When he turned back around, he kissed me with a heartbreaking gentleness.

"Abby," he whispered, "I'm not upset at all. This is a blessing; you're giving a life to the tiny human growing inside of you."

Spencer wasn't angry with me and was sincerely happy. That made my heart and soul unbelievably overjoyed.

"How far along are you?"

I bit me lip before I asked, "Remember how I earned the key to Bliss?"

A cheeky grin spread across his face. "Oh, I'll never forget that."

"Pretty sure that's the night I conceived."

With a devilish smirk he asked, "Want a repeat?"

I didn't speak as I got off of Spencer's lap and grabbed his hand, practically dragging him back to the bedroom.

Oh, how I definitely want a repeat.

That's a wrap! Hopefully, you enjoyed this chapter and all of its hurt/comfort, romance and a smidge of angst. Before I end the note, I want to say that I did do some research on miscarriages and I hope that the info and scenario is as correct as possible.

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