Post by lubylubylu on Jun 29, 2006 13:59:55 GMT 10
"Dario, Mikhail, Dino, Alexander, Daniel, Niko--"
"Oh, oh. Niko. I like that one. Write that down. And Alexander’s good, too."
"We've only been through boys names. Don't you want some girl names?"
"God...that's a frightening thought."
"Girls names?"
"No, me with a girl. That scares the hell out of me. I didn't exactly have the best role model."
"Maybe this is your chance to do all the things you wish your mother had done."
Abby picked at the comforter then rubbed Luka's arm. He looked at her slyly and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Alright,” she said. “Girl’s names.”
Luka grinned, licked his lips and flipped the pages.
“Ivana--”
“No. That makes me think of Ivana Trump. Keep going.”
“Tanja, Sanja, Marija, Helena, Danira, Nina, Alexandra, Mira--”
“Oh. Wow. I like all of those. Write all those down.”
Luka looked over at Abby.
“You know you’re not really eating for two,” he said as he watched her devour a pint of Hagen Daaz Butter Pecan.
Abby brought another spoonful to her lips. “I know.”
“Abby, it’s 7 in the morning.”
“Yea.”
“Let me make you something. Like breakfast something.”
“I’m good with this.”
Luka rolled his eyes. “Three balanced meals is best for when you are pregnant.”
Abby set down her ice cream in exasperation. “You’re not gonna start counting my protein intake or anything like that, are you?”
“You keep eating ice cream for breakfast…”
“Fine,” Abby said perturbed, before she perked back up for a moment. “Maybe, just like a little ice cream? On the side?”
Luka shook his head and held out his hand for the ice cream.
“NO.”
Abby begrudgingly handed over her precious pint and folded her arms. Luka chuckled and headed off to the kitchen.
Abby was four months pregnant and after three months of non-stop morning sickness, she was finally starting to enjoy being pregnant. She felt…healed, somehow, like maybe everything she’d been through in her life was somehow meant to bring her to this incredible point in time. She couldn’t get over Luka. He was like a kid himself over the pregnancy. He talked to her stomach all the time, sometimes in English, but mostly in Croatian. Sometimes he sang to them both. But mostly, he was just Luka – who fussed over what she ate, rubbed her feet and back and loved her and wanted to raise a family with HER. She still couldn’t believe she’d be a mother. She had never seen that for herself. Never wanted it. But now…she couldn’t wait for her little one to get here.
“Oh!” Abby bolted upright. She felt it again. Was…was the baby kicking? She snaked her hands around her stomach and waited. This time she felt it, there was no mistaking it. She smiled and held her breath, delighted at this new sensation. She jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen where Luka was making her pancakes. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, startled, and was worried something was wrong until he saw the look on her face.
“I just felt the baby kick,” she whispered. She gently took his hand and placed it on her stomach. She stood, waiting for it to happen again. Suddenly, she felt a quick flutter. She looked up at Luka, both of them smiling.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “Is that the first time?”
Abby nodded. “Yea,” she said, tearing up. “All those years in OB…I thought I’d seen it all and would know what to expect.” She shook her head. “I never knew it would be like this.”
“It’s pretty amazing,” Luka said.
Abby nodded, still in awe. “Yea. Wow. I feel like…celebrating or something. We should go shopping.”
“You wanna go shopping?”
“For baby stuff. Shopping. You know, cribs, monitors, car seats.”
“You wanna get all of that today?”
“No, God, no, of course not. I don’t know. Maybe just um a few things.”
“Did you forget to tell me we’re having twins?”
“What?”
Luka dolloped a ladle full of pancake mix onto the sizzling griddle.
“You mentioned two of everything.”
Abby sat down at the kitchen table.
“Well, one set of stuff for here, one set for my place.”
Luka grew silent.
“Oh.” He wordlessly flipped the pancake. “I thought we were going to live here.”
Abby leaned back. “Well we haven’t really talked about that.”
“Why wouldn’t we? Live together I mean.”
Abby hadn’t really considered moving in with Luka. Granted, she spent all her time over at his place anyway, but moving in together? That was a whole different game.
“Can we, talk about it later?” she asked. “I mean, let’s just take things one day at a time.”
Luka shrugged and started scrambling eggs. Abby could see his shoulders tense.
“Luka…”
“Fine, Abby. We’ll talk about it later.”
Abby pursed her lips and stared at his back, watching him while he worked.
“It’s just we haven’t really defined our relationship…”
Luka turned to face her.
“We love each other,” he said matter-of-factly. “What else is there?”
“I don’t know…I mean we shouldn’t live together or get married just because we’re having a baby.”
“Is that what you really think?”
Abby fell silent as his words hung in the air between them.
Finally she shook her head and met his penetrating gaze.
“No,” she whispered. “I know why you’re here…and I know why I’m here.”
Luka’s face softened and he came over carrying the plate of eggs, which he set down on the table in front of her.
“I don’t have any doubts and I didn’t think you had any either.”
Abby looked down at the eggs and smiled.
“You forgot the ketchup.”
To be continued….
"Oh, oh. Niko. I like that one. Write that down. And Alexander’s good, too."
"We've only been through boys names. Don't you want some girl names?"
"God...that's a frightening thought."
"Girls names?"
"No, me with a girl. That scares the hell out of me. I didn't exactly have the best role model."
"Maybe this is your chance to do all the things you wish your mother had done."
Abby picked at the comforter then rubbed Luka's arm. He looked at her slyly and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Alright,” she said. “Girl’s names.”
Luka grinned, licked his lips and flipped the pages.
“Ivana--”
“No. That makes me think of Ivana Trump. Keep going.”
“Tanja, Sanja, Marija, Helena, Danira, Nina, Alexandra, Mira--”
“Oh. Wow. I like all of those. Write all those down.”
Luka looked over at Abby.
“You know you’re not really eating for two,” he said as he watched her devour a pint of Hagen Daaz Butter Pecan.
Abby brought another spoonful to her lips. “I know.”
“Abby, it’s 7 in the morning.”
“Yea.”
“Let me make you something. Like breakfast something.”
“I’m good with this.”
Luka rolled his eyes. “Three balanced meals is best for when you are pregnant.”
Abby set down her ice cream in exasperation. “You’re not gonna start counting my protein intake or anything like that, are you?”
“You keep eating ice cream for breakfast…”
“Fine,” Abby said perturbed, before she perked back up for a moment. “Maybe, just like a little ice cream? On the side?”
Luka shook his head and held out his hand for the ice cream.
“NO.”
Abby begrudgingly handed over her precious pint and folded her arms. Luka chuckled and headed off to the kitchen.
Abby was four months pregnant and after three months of non-stop morning sickness, she was finally starting to enjoy being pregnant. She felt…healed, somehow, like maybe everything she’d been through in her life was somehow meant to bring her to this incredible point in time. She couldn’t get over Luka. He was like a kid himself over the pregnancy. He talked to her stomach all the time, sometimes in English, but mostly in Croatian. Sometimes he sang to them both. But mostly, he was just Luka – who fussed over what she ate, rubbed her feet and back and loved her and wanted to raise a family with HER. She still couldn’t believe she’d be a mother. She had never seen that for herself. Never wanted it. But now…she couldn’t wait for her little one to get here.
“Oh!” Abby bolted upright. She felt it again. Was…was the baby kicking? She snaked her hands around her stomach and waited. This time she felt it, there was no mistaking it. She smiled and held her breath, delighted at this new sensation. She jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen where Luka was making her pancakes. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, startled, and was worried something was wrong until he saw the look on her face.
“I just felt the baby kick,” she whispered. She gently took his hand and placed it on her stomach. She stood, waiting for it to happen again. Suddenly, she felt a quick flutter. She looked up at Luka, both of them smiling.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “Is that the first time?”
Abby nodded. “Yea,” she said, tearing up. “All those years in OB…I thought I’d seen it all and would know what to expect.” She shook her head. “I never knew it would be like this.”
“It’s pretty amazing,” Luka said.
Abby nodded, still in awe. “Yea. Wow. I feel like…celebrating or something. We should go shopping.”
“You wanna go shopping?”
“For baby stuff. Shopping. You know, cribs, monitors, car seats.”
“You wanna get all of that today?”
“No, God, no, of course not. I don’t know. Maybe just um a few things.”
“Did you forget to tell me we’re having twins?”
“What?”
Luka dolloped a ladle full of pancake mix onto the sizzling griddle.
“You mentioned two of everything.”
Abby sat down at the kitchen table.
“Well, one set of stuff for here, one set for my place.”
Luka grew silent.
“Oh.” He wordlessly flipped the pancake. “I thought we were going to live here.”
Abby leaned back. “Well we haven’t really talked about that.”
“Why wouldn’t we? Live together I mean.”
Abby hadn’t really considered moving in with Luka. Granted, she spent all her time over at his place anyway, but moving in together? That was a whole different game.
“Can we, talk about it later?” she asked. “I mean, let’s just take things one day at a time.”
Luka shrugged and started scrambling eggs. Abby could see his shoulders tense.
“Luka…”
“Fine, Abby. We’ll talk about it later.”
Abby pursed her lips and stared at his back, watching him while he worked.
“It’s just we haven’t really defined our relationship…”
Luka turned to face her.
“We love each other,” he said matter-of-factly. “What else is there?”
“I don’t know…I mean we shouldn’t live together or get married just because we’re having a baby.”
“Is that what you really think?”
Abby fell silent as his words hung in the air between them.
Finally she shook her head and met his penetrating gaze.
“No,” she whispered. “I know why you’re here…and I know why I’m here.”
Luka’s face softened and he came over carrying the plate of eggs, which he set down on the table in front of her.
“I don’t have any doubts and I didn’t think you had any either.”
Abby looked down at the eggs and smiled.
“You forgot the ketchup.”
To be continued….