Thanks guys!! Here's a new chapter and it's nice and long!! Chapter 28
A Little While LaterAbby balanced three ice creams in her hand as she walked toward Lexy’s room. She couldn’t believe how strong Lexy had been through this whole ordeal. She also couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She had the most wonderful family. Now all she needed was for Hannah to be okay. Then everything would be alright.
Abby jerked when she felt a hand on her arm. When she looked up she saw Jake, with an odd look covering his face.
“Eh, Jake, what’s up,” Abby asked confused.
“Come here,” he asked quietly as he led her to the linen closet.
“Um, Jake, I can’t I have to go…” Abby began, but Jake shut the door behind them.
“Jake, you’re scaring me,” Abby told him as Jake turned to her.
“Sorry,” he amended, but when he remembered why he was in there he shook his head.
“Wait no, I’m not. Now Abby, I’m giving you one chance to be straight with me. I keep having these dreams, and at first I just pushed them out of the mind…I thought I was crazy...or…or I don’t know...thinking I had feelings for you, but now…”
“Jake, what are you talking about?” Abby asked him.
“Abby,” Jake said looking her straight in the eyes. “Am I Luke’s father?”
When ice cream melts, its original shape slowly disintegrates into a puddle of a mess. And that mess gets every where and can ruin everything and it can never be put back to the way it began.
That’s how Abby Kovac felt her world was doing at this very moment. It was like ice cream, slowly melting away. Her family was melting and it started right when Jake blurted out those hot thawing words, “Am I Luke’s father?” And she could feel it.
As he had blurted out those words, she had felt like she had been physically slapped across the face. And then the melting had begun. She knew right then that nothing would ever be the same again.
Jake’s eyes were locked on Abby’s, never flinching. Abby was frozen still, not able to speak as melted vanilla ice cream made its way down Abby’s hand making her fingers fill cold and sticky.
“Abby, am I?” Jake asked again, his voice stern and strong. This wasn’t Abby’s best friend, Jake, standing in front of her. No, this was someone who had been lied to, someone who was searching for the truth.
“How did you….” Abby stopped herself blinking her eyes and shaking her head for composure, “I mean, what are you talking about?”
“Don’t.” Jake commanded, his eyes full of fire. “Don’t lie. Don’t try to talk your way out of this Abby. Just tell me the truth. Am I Luke’s father?”
Abby couldn’t speak. She had never thought that he would figure this out. Not after all this time. How had he figured it out? How had he remembered?
“Abby!” Jake screamed, tired of waiting. Abby jerked back as if she had been pushed.
“Um,” Abby started searching and grasping for anything, anything to come out of her lips, “of course not, Luka is.”
“So, you’re telling me that the dream that I keep having of you and me, never happened? And that Luke’s blood type not fitting is just a coincidence?”
“You were looking through Luke’s records?” Abby accused, “I can’t believe that you looked through his records.”
“It was an accident,” Jake told her, his voice low, but still strong.
“You shouldn’t have been looking at Luke’s files, that’s….”
“Stop trying to distract me, dammit! Am I Luke’s father? And I don’t mean the man who raised him, I mean biologically,” Jake demanded.