Post by lubylover319 on Dec 20, 2006 4:12:28 GMT 10
Chapter Ten
It was nearly two by the time Abby woke up. She found herself resting against Luka's bare chest, one of his arms holding her close.
"Morning, sleepy head." He greeted her. She suppressed a yawn, which made Luka grin.
"Hey." She replied, not quite awake, "How long have you been up?"
"Not long. Got anything planned for today?"
"Just work at ten tonight. You?"
"I need to unpack and do laundry, but that can wait. I was hoping we could go out today, well, with what's left of today."
"Mhmm, and what did you have in mind?" Suddenly Abby's stomach growled, rather loudly in fact. Luka laughed as she turned a pretty shade of pink.
"I think taking you out for food would be an excellent idea. If I don't feed you, your stomach might just eat Chicago." He said, still chuckling. She whacked his chest.
"Shut up." Abby found herself rolled over so that Luka was above her, leaning on his forearms.
"You want me to shut up?" He asked in mock hurt.
"Yes." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "Just like this." Her lips met his, and he could feel her smiling. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, granting him entrance to explore. He stripped of the night shirt she wore with practiced precision, his lips finding their way to her collarbone. She ran her hands all along his back, her legs sliding against his. He worked down, pausing to leave a tender kiss on her stomach. More clothes found their way to the floor in the ensuing moments.
"Are we going to make it out of bed today?" Abby asked Luka a while later.
"That depends." He answered cheekily, reaching for another kiss. She blocked him.
"I'm hungry."
"So am I." She rolled her eyes.
"Food hungry." With a sigh Luka sat up.
"I did say I'd take you out. What are you in the mood for- Italian?" She wrinkled her nose in protest. "Or not. There's that Vietnamese place up the street from you. How about that?"
"Sounds good." She said with a shrug. "Umm… we should probably stop at my place on the way. I don't have anything here."
Within thirty minutes, they were sitting down to dinner. As they ate the two talked about several subjects- his trip, her progress with AA, and the baby.
"How far along are you?" Luka asked in between bites.
"About three months, as far as I can tell. I haven't actually seen an OB yet, but I did make an appointment for tomorrow." At the time, she wasn't sure whether it was for an abortion or for prenatal care, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No. I'll be fine on my own." She checked her watch. Eight. She had a couple more hours.
"All right, if you're sure."
"I am. I'll let you know what she says. When are you coming back to work, Luka?" She queried, changing the subject. He shrugged.
"Weaver told me to call her when I wanted to be put back on the schedule."
"You'll need a little time to adjust."
"Yeah, I was thinking of taking a week." She nodded, understanding. The waitress came and cleared thier plates. Luka ordered a coffee. Abby was insanely jealous, she loved the beverage dearly but she knew she had to give it up- for the most part. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath when his coffee arrived. She immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea hit her.
"Excuse me." Abby said, a hand over her mouth as she rushed to the bathroom. Luka, about to take a sip, set it down and followed her.
"Abby, are you okay?" He asked, knuckles gently knocking against the door. The sound of someone retching was his only response. He entered the bathroom to find Abby bent over the toilet. Luka grabbed a sheet of paper towel and handed it to her as she finished vomiting.
"Well that was a waste of money. Sorry." She apologized as they walked out of the restaurant.
"It's alright, let's just get you back to your place." Abby took a moment to look around her. The city was stunning, its lights spread across a dark velvet sky. Abby took it all in. She loved Chicago- it was an amazing place to live. "Think you'll be okay in time for your shift, or do I need to call Weaver." Luka asked, bringing her back to the conversation. She shook her head.
"I'm not nauseous anymore. It was just your coffee, I think." He laughed, opening the car door for her.
"Of all the things…"
"How ironic, I know." She replied with a sigh. There was a comfortable silence the rest of the way to her apartment.
"So... I'll see you tomorrow?"
"As long as it's in the afternoon." He loved hearing the laughter in her voice. "Thanks, Luka." She said, kissing his cheek.
"No problem."
"Night."
"Night." She closed the door. What a day, she thought.
He stood there for a moment, lost in thought. He ran a hand through his hair, not quite believing all that had happened in the last 24 hours. It was simply… mind- blowing. I have a family again.
A/N: Hey everyone, this chapter is my Christmas present to you. Merry Christmas! More drama coming soon, I promise. This chapter felt a bit like a filler to me, but I hope you like it anyway! Thanks again for all the lovely comments... you guys are so sweet!
Oh, important. I made a tiny change to chapter 8. The scene with Abby and Susan on the El, Abby tells Susan she's two months late. She's actually closer to three, so added that in. My faulty calculations. Sorry about that!
It was nearly two by the time Abby woke up. She found herself resting against Luka's bare chest, one of his arms holding her close.
"Morning, sleepy head." He greeted her. She suppressed a yawn, which made Luka grin.
"Hey." She replied, not quite awake, "How long have you been up?"
"Not long. Got anything planned for today?"
"Just work at ten tonight. You?"
"I need to unpack and do laundry, but that can wait. I was hoping we could go out today, well, with what's left of today."
"Mhmm, and what did you have in mind?" Suddenly Abby's stomach growled, rather loudly in fact. Luka laughed as she turned a pretty shade of pink.
"I think taking you out for food would be an excellent idea. If I don't feed you, your stomach might just eat Chicago." He said, still chuckling. She whacked his chest.
"Shut up." Abby found herself rolled over so that Luka was above her, leaning on his forearms.
"You want me to shut up?" He asked in mock hurt.
"Yes." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "Just like this." Her lips met his, and he could feel her smiling. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, granting him entrance to explore. He stripped of the night shirt she wore with practiced precision, his lips finding their way to her collarbone. She ran her hands all along his back, her legs sliding against his. He worked down, pausing to leave a tender kiss on her stomach. More clothes found their way to the floor in the ensuing moments.
"Are we going to make it out of bed today?" Abby asked Luka a while later.
"That depends." He answered cheekily, reaching for another kiss. She blocked him.
"I'm hungry."
"So am I." She rolled her eyes.
"Food hungry." With a sigh Luka sat up.
"I did say I'd take you out. What are you in the mood for- Italian?" She wrinkled her nose in protest. "Or not. There's that Vietnamese place up the street from you. How about that?"
"Sounds good." She said with a shrug. "Umm… we should probably stop at my place on the way. I don't have anything here."
Within thirty minutes, they were sitting down to dinner. As they ate the two talked about several subjects- his trip, her progress with AA, and the baby.
"How far along are you?" Luka asked in between bites.
"About three months, as far as I can tell. I haven't actually seen an OB yet, but I did make an appointment for tomorrow." At the time, she wasn't sure whether it was for an abortion or for prenatal care, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No. I'll be fine on my own." She checked her watch. Eight. She had a couple more hours.
"All right, if you're sure."
"I am. I'll let you know what she says. When are you coming back to work, Luka?" She queried, changing the subject. He shrugged.
"Weaver told me to call her when I wanted to be put back on the schedule."
"You'll need a little time to adjust."
"Yeah, I was thinking of taking a week." She nodded, understanding. The waitress came and cleared thier plates. Luka ordered a coffee. Abby was insanely jealous, she loved the beverage dearly but she knew she had to give it up- for the most part. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath when his coffee arrived. She immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea hit her.
"Excuse me." Abby said, a hand over her mouth as she rushed to the bathroom. Luka, about to take a sip, set it down and followed her.
"Abby, are you okay?" He asked, knuckles gently knocking against the door. The sound of someone retching was his only response. He entered the bathroom to find Abby bent over the toilet. Luka grabbed a sheet of paper towel and handed it to her as she finished vomiting.
"Well that was a waste of money. Sorry." She apologized as they walked out of the restaurant.
"It's alright, let's just get you back to your place." Abby took a moment to look around her. The city was stunning, its lights spread across a dark velvet sky. Abby took it all in. She loved Chicago- it was an amazing place to live. "Think you'll be okay in time for your shift, or do I need to call Weaver." Luka asked, bringing her back to the conversation. She shook her head.
"I'm not nauseous anymore. It was just your coffee, I think." He laughed, opening the car door for her.
"Of all the things…"
"How ironic, I know." She replied with a sigh. There was a comfortable silence the rest of the way to her apartment.
"So... I'll see you tomorrow?"
"As long as it's in the afternoon." He loved hearing the laughter in her voice. "Thanks, Luka." She said, kissing his cheek.
"No problem."
"Night."
"Night." She closed the door. What a day, she thought.
He stood there for a moment, lost in thought. He ran a hand through his hair, not quite believing all that had happened in the last 24 hours. It was simply… mind- blowing. I have a family again.
A/N: Hey everyone, this chapter is my Christmas present to you. Merry Christmas! More drama coming soon, I promise. This chapter felt a bit like a filler to me, but I hope you like it anyway! Thanks again for all the lovely comments... you guys are so sweet!
Oh, important. I made a tiny change to chapter 8. The scene with Abby and Susan on the El, Abby tells Susan she's two months late. She's actually closer to three, so added that in. My faulty calculations. Sorry about that!