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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Jul 16, 2006 22:58:31 GMT 10
Awesome update!
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Post by Maryna on Jul 16, 2006 23:21:15 GMT 10
great!update soon!
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Post by Manda..//* on Jul 17, 2006 1:09:30 GMT 10
great update !!!
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Post by danielle on Jul 17, 2006 1:40:21 GMT 10
ohhhh hehehe really funy update it soon
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Post by larue on Jul 18, 2006 3:33:31 GMT 10
Possessed
“Jerry,” she scolded. “That flu guy was released an hour ago. What is he doing up on the board?” Jerry looked up from the papers he was filing.
“Uh...someone forgot take him off?” he shrugged. Abby slammed the chart onto the counter and wiped the name off the board. Jerry grimaced and backed away.
“And you go home...every night...with...that?” Jerry whistled softly as Luka approached the desk.
“Abby,” Luka warned. She turned to look at him and he nodded toward the doctor’s lounge door. Her face burned as she followed him. She sighed deeply as he turned to face her in the empty room.
“Well...this situation certainly has the principal’s office written all over it,” she said.
“What is going on here?” Luka demanded. “There have been some complaints about you today.”
“From patients?” Abby demanded.
“No. From the staff,” he said. “Why are you treating people like this?” Abby was silent.
“They are your friends...and they care about you.” Abby rolled her eyes. “They are only trying to help.”
“Luka, we have been through this before. I don’t want anyone’s help...or anyone’s pity.”
“Pity?” He was aghast. “They don’t pity you. Abby, they are excited for you. Let them help if they want to.” She folded her arms stubbornly and sighed.
“Take a break,” Luka ordered and then turned to leave the lounge. “Sit down, relax and calm yourself.”
“I don’t have time to...relax,” she said. “I have patients out there.”
“Not any more,” he said, turning back to her.
“Are you sending me home?” Abby asked incredulously. Luka sighed.
“I am telling you this ER, and everyone here, needs to work as a team. If you are not respectful of that or willing to do that, then...” his voice trailed off.
“...leave?” Abby said. She crossed her arms and looked up at him with a frown on her face.
“Take...a...break,” he repeated. “And think very seriously about apologizing.” Luka shook his head and left the room. Abby dropped down into a chair and sighed angrily. He was right. She HAD been out of line today and was taking it out on the wrong people. It was so frustrating to not be at the top of her game. Everyone was always trying to help...to lft things...to run for things. That’s not how she worked. She was always the one who did for other people.
The door opened slightly and Ray stuck his head in.
“Is it safe to come in yet?” he asked. Abby rolled her eyes.
“I mean, you’re not going to throw anything, right? I have to get my lunch from the fridge...and...a few...others.”
Abby tapped her fingers on the table trying to ignore him as he carefully eased himself through the lounge door. Abby shook her head as he kept one eye on her and sidled past to the refrigerator. He opened it and took out a brown paper bag...and then a covered salad bowl...and then a red plastic lunch box...and a deli sandwich wrapped in waxed paper...
“Oh, come on, Ray,” she growled. “I am not going to kill anyone if they come in here to eat their lunch.”
“Promise?” he asked. She nodded sarcastically.
“The lounge is open, dudes!” he called. The door opened and ER personnel poured in. They busied themselves getting their lunches and finding a place to sit. Abby stood up.
“Okay...” she announced. “I am sorry for the way I have been acting. It’s most likely a hormonal thing from being...pregnant. I promise I won’t let it get to me again.”
“Abby’s pregnant?” Jerry said innocently. “Why didn’t someone tell me?” Laughter rippled through the room. Victor Clemente sidled over to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
“My mother was pregnant,” he said. ‘This woman is not pregnant. This woman is...possessed.” Ray jumped up.
“Oooh...like that Arnold movie...” he said and put his hand up inside his Grateful Dead tee shirt. Abby shook her head as he mimicked a puppet head forcing it’s way through his shirt from his chest as people around him laughed. Her eyes met Luka’s where he was standing leaning against the door frame. He winked at her.
“An alien?” Luka chuckled as he folded his dinner napkin and laid it on the table.
“But it is like some kind of alien has taken over my body,” she said as sat back in her chair. ‘It tells me what to eat...when sleep...when to pee...” She shook her head. “I don’t like not having control.” Luka reached over to touch her shoulder and Abby pulled away from him.
“Don’t touch me,” she said sternly. His hand dropped to the table and he shrugged.
“These feelings are very normal,” he said quietly. “You know that.”
“Don’t patronize me, Luka, okay?” she sniped. “If I want to be a bitch, I am going to be one.” Luka was silent for a long moment. Wordlessly he stood up and carried his dinner plate to the sink. He began to fill the sink with hot water and rinsed his dishes. He set them aside and then picked a medical journal up off the counter. Abby watched as he crossed the room and settled himself in a big chair next to a lamp and opened the book. She drummed her fingers on the table and then rose to take care of her own dishes. Luka watched her secretively and smiled slightly. He dropped his eyes to the open pages as she moved to the couch in front of him. She stretched out, put her feet up on a cushion and leaned back against the arm rest. She sighed and picked up her own book from the coffee table. Abby tried to read but couldn’t get comfortable on the couch. The baby was kicking her fiercely. Finally she sat up straight and looked at him.
“It makes me crazy that you have answers for everything...that you’ve been through it before,” she said suddenly.
“I haven’t been through it with you,” he stated without looking up from the book. “There’s a difference.” Luka closed the book slowly and looked at her.
“Danijela had her mother, her sisters and her friends to share things with...to talk to,” he said softly. “Sometimes, I was just the...budala... who happened to be there when the baby was conceived.” Abby’s eyes narrowed in misunderstanding.
“Idiot...” Luka said. “It means idiot.”
“Budala?” she mulled. ‘I am going to have to remember that one.” Luka shook his head and chuckled. Abby looked down at her belly in frustration.
“Go to sleep...would you please!” she groaned. “My back hurts.” Luka studied her sympathetically. Abby glared at him darkly and sighed.
“Can I help you?” he asked carefully. Abby sighed and moved over a bit on the couch. Luka stood up and picked up a knitted shawl that lay over the back of his chair. He sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped the shawl around both of them. He snuggled her under his arm and held her close. She turned slightly and rested her head on his chest. He rubbed his hand over her belly and grinned when he felt the baby kicking fiercely.
“It’s not funny...” she said. “I can’t get comfortable.”
“It’s wonderful,” he sighed happily. “Healthy and alert.’
“My back hurts,” she said again and leaned forward a little. Luka chuckled and slipped his hand to the small of her back and rubbed.
“How can you even stand to be around me?” she sighed. Luka chuckled and turned her so he could massage her neck and shoulders.
“Have you talked to your mother lately?”
“No,” Abby said. Luka pulled back in surprise and looked at her.
“You haven’t told her yet, have you?”
“No.”
“Abby...” he said. “We’re having a baby in less that three months. Don’t you think you need to tell her?”
“Okay...okay...fine. Hand me the telephone,” she snapped. Luka took the phone from it’s stand on the table and handed it to her. She sat up and scowled at him as she pushed the buttons and then waited for someone to answer. Her sneering eyes never left his face.
“Hi Mom,” she said finally and took a deep breath. “Um...look...I’m pregnant...Luka is the father and we’re having the baby in July. I love you...I’ll call you again soon.” She pushed the button to end the call and handed the phone back to him.
“Satisfied?” she asked as she settled back in the crook of his arm. Luka’s mouth dropped open. The telephone began to ring and Luka reached for it.
“Don’t answer that,” Abby ordered.
“It might be the hospital,” he said. Abby shook her head.
“They would page you,” she said. ‘You and I both know who is on the other end of that call.”
“If you don’t talk to her,” he said. “She’s going to get on a bus and come down here. Do you want that?” Abby scowled at him.
“Damn... I hate it when you’re right,” she growled. She took the phone from him and scowled again as she answered. Luka chuckled and snuggled her back against him and listened as she talked to Maggie.
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Post by luby2534 on Jul 18, 2006 4:36:14 GMT 10
Loving your fanfic.
Please update soon !!!!
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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Jul 18, 2006 4:51:44 GMT 10
Loving it! Can't wait for the next upate. Update soon!!!!
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Post by Lubyfanatic316 on Jul 18, 2006 10:20:01 GMT 10
Great update!
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Post by rorygilmore on Jul 18, 2006 16:12:35 GMT 10
Possessed“Is it safe to come in yet?” he asked. Abby rolled her eyes. “I mean, you’re not going to throw anything, right? I have to get my lunch from the fridge...and...a few...others.” Htis chapter is great, laughed so much when Ray tried to get into the D's lounge afraid of Abby and felt sorry about Luka feeling a 'budala' when Danijela was pregnant. Nice chapter! update soon, soon, soon
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Post by Maryna on Jul 19, 2006 1:14:20 GMT 10
updaaaaaaaaaate sooooooooooon!
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Post by Manda..//* on Jul 19, 2006 1:59:12 GMT 10
great chapter cant wait to read more update sooon!
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Post by larue on Jul 19, 2006 3:53:07 GMT 10
Home Run
“Remember the last time we were here together? Was it...four... years ago?” Maggie was all smiles as she settled herself on the lowest bleacher bench and made room for Abby. “Do you think Luka understands the game a little better?”
“I am sure he does, Mom. He’s played every summer since then,” Abby sat next to her on the bench and surveyed the baseball field under the night lights.
“NICU has a killer team this year,” she said and glanced at Maggie. Abby blushed as she realized that her mother was watching her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. Maggie smiled
“You look...so beautiful.”
“Oh yeah...”Abby snorted and looked down at herself. Her favorite ‘Knocked Up’ tee shirt was stretched snugly over her belly and maternity jeans. She reached up and pulleda straggly pony tail over her shoulder and grinned. Maggie picked up one of her hands and held it in hers.
“Beautiful...and peaceful.” Tears glistened in Maggie’s eyes.
“Oh...don’t cry,” Abby pleaded playfully. Maggie sighed.
“This has been wonderful for me, Abby, to see you like this,” she said. “It makes it easier to go home again.”
“It’s been good for me too,” Abby looked at her. “You’re going home?”
“Well, you’re all moved into the new apartment...everything is unpacked...the nursery is set up and ready...I have a job I need to get back to...and Eric.” Abby’s face fell and Maggie hugged her.
“Honey, you will be fine without me,” she said. “You always have been. Eric is coping but he needs someone there. You know that.”
“But it doesn’t mean that I don’t wan...or need...” Abby stumbled. “Don’t you want to be here when the baby comes?”
“Abby, “ Maggie sighed. “You and Luka need this time alone together...to make your own family. It’s not like we won’t see each other. You’re coming to Minnesota in the fall. Luka promised me that.” Abby nodded.
“And you don’t have to worry, “ Maggie said as she put her hands on either side of her daughter’s face. “I fully intend to be the very best Grandma this baby could ever have.” Maggie giggled happily.
“Can you believe I actually said Grandma? I am going to be a grandma?” She grimaced. Abby laughed and hugged her mother close. “Hey Abby,” Luka called from the field. “Come here...we need your bat!”
“No...” she groaned reluctantly.
“Come on...” Luka pleaded. “Please? We have a displaced runner for you.”
“Designated runner...,” she shook her head. “No!” Luka came around the back stop fencing and picked up her hand. He pulled her reluctantly to the other side and Alex handed her a bat. Abby frowned but gave it a practice swing.
“They agreed to this?” she muttered. “Luka, I’m eight months pregnant. What if I get hit by the ball?” Luka grinned.
“They are ahead by 6 runs and it's our last bat, “ he said and put a cap on her head. “I think they would agree to anything. It will be fine.” Abby looked over the field. Chuny wasbouncing up and down on second base and Neela was poised to run off first. Ray stood confidently with a heel on third base. Abby looked up at Luka.
‘Your bases are loaded,” she said.
“Uh...yeah,” Luka grinned and took her hand. He pulled her to the plate where Malik stood ready to run for her.
“Hit a home run and I’ll marry you,” Luka whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek. Abby’s mouth dropped open. He chortled and backed off to the on deck circle. Abby looked at his grinning face and narrowed her eyes determinedly. She turned to the pitcher and tapped home plate with her bat. She lifted it to her shoulder and waited.
“Strrriiiiiiike one,” the umpire called as the ball smacked into the catcher’s mitt.
“Come on, Abby, take your time,” Malik said quietly. She scuffed her feet in the dirt and raised the bat again. The ball was pitched and this time made contact with the bat. The ER team cheered as it sailed off into left field. Abby stepped back out of the way as Ray stomped on home plate and swung her off her feet in a hug to a safer spot. Chuny skipped over the plate and gave Abby a high five slap. Neela crossed just a few seconds later and came to a screeching halt as she stopped to catch her breath.
“I’m coming in...I’m coming in!” Malik hollered as he slid belly first over the plate.
“Saaaafe!” the umpire hollered as the ball smacked into the catcher’s mitt. The runners all cheered and jumped up and down. Abby turned and looked at Luka who was leaning against the high fence on the side. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot expectantly. Luka grinned and took a moment to shift his baseball jersey on his shoulders and adjust his cap backwards on his head. Abby was suddenly aware of the odd little circle the ER and NICU teams had made behind her at home plate. Maggie was standing at her spot by the bleachers, both hands clasped together and tucked under her chin as she watched the scene played out before her. Abby put her hands on her hips as Luka approached her, his eyes never leaving her face. As he drew nearer, his smile grew.
“I’ve been set up,” Abby said slowly. Luka’s grin deepened.
“Uh...yeah...” he said. He took something out of his pocket and then dropped gingerly to his knees in dirt in front of her. He lifted one of her hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm.
“Abby,” he said softly as he looked up at her. “Danijela was the very first woman that I gave my heart to...” Tears welled up in his eyes.
“And you will be the last,” he finished. “I never thought I could be this happy again. Will you please marry me...and be my wife?” He fumbled with a jeweler’s box and opened it to reveal a simply cut diamond set in a simple gold band.
“Oh, man...” Abby choked as she looked at the ring for a long moment. “Are you sure we can do this?” The circle around her broke into laughter and Luka stood up. He took the ring from the box and slipped it on her finger. Abby looked at it on her hand and then smiled up at him. Luka bent his head to kiss her and wrapped her in a warm embrace.
“Now THAT’s my kind of home run,” Ray laughed as he high fived a grinning Chuny.
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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Jul 19, 2006 9:24:37 GMT 10
Awesome update! Loved it!! Can't wait for the next one.
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Post by luby2534 on Jul 20, 2006 6:13:29 GMT 10
Awwwww, What a proposel. I love it !!!
Please update soon!!!
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Post by larue on Jul 20, 2006 19:55:04 GMT 10
The Waiting Begins
Abby sighed and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She groaned inwardly and patted her cheeks a bit.
“I’m fat,” she whispered to herself. “I am definitely fat.” She dragged the brush through her hair and then shook her head and let her hair fall over her shoulders. She leaned forward and studied her puffy brown eyes. She sighed and turned to see Luka standing at the door. He grinned slightly.
“What?” she asked sharply.
“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are,” he shrugged. Abby rolled her eyes.
“Yeah...right,” she said. She tried to ease past him and Luka didn’t budge. He lifted a strand of her hair and let it slide through his fingers with a smile. His fingers traced a trail down her bare shoulder to her elbow and his blue eyes met her brown ones. He slipped a finger under the strap of her sleeveless pajama top and he raised his eyebrows.
“You can not be serious,” she said.
“Why not?” he asked. She spread her hands and looked down at her bare stomach protruding above her pajama pants.
“Duh?”
“It hasn’t stopped us before this.”
“You have to go to the hospital.”
“The hospital can wait.” He snickered and tugged at the sleeve strap again.
“Please?” he wheedled. Abby sighed and suppressed a smile. He put his hands on her shoulders, turned her around and pushed her gently toward their rumpled bed. When her knees were pressing the mattress he stopped and wrapped his arms around her. His hands cupped her small, but delightfully fuller, breasts gently and he kissed the crook of her neck. Abby turned in his arms and drew his lips to her’s. Luka chuckled and eased her back onto the bed carefully. His hands splayed over her stomach and he grinned as he felt the baby moving.
“Somebody wants to play, “ he leered and dropped onto the bed beside her. Abby laughed as the mattress bounced and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was gone when Abby woke up later...her first official day of maternity leave. She was not on bed rest but restricted to the apartment. Stupid blood pressure. She puttered around and gathered up laundry. She put some chicken in the crock pot and plugged it in to cook for dinner. She loved the crock pot. It was brainless cooking and even she could do some good stuff with it.
The mail came and brought a large envelope package. She signed for the package and thanked the courier. She smiled when she saw the return address. It was from Susan. She sat on the couch and opened it. She pulled out a single sheet of stationary and read the note.
“Abby,” it said. “Remember...this too shall pass.” Then she pulled out a very pretty, white cotton nightgown with pearl buttons down the front. She put her hand in again and drew out a slinky black negligee. She burst out laughing. God bless Susan. She knew exactly how bring her out of a funk.
“Abby?” Luka said when she answered the telephone later. “How was your first day of maternity leave?”
“I’m bored,” she said. “When are you coming home?”
“I am sorry but I am going to be stuck here for a little longer,” Luka said. “No...maybe a lot longer...another whole shift.”
“I made dinner...”
“Put the crock pot in the refrigerator and I will eat some when I get home.”
“How did you know I used the crock pot?” Lukachuckled on the other end of the line.
“Is it something good?” he asked.
“Uh...yeah,” she said.
“You used the crock pot.” There was a knock on the door and she pulled herself up from the couch.
“‘I gotta go,” she said. “Someone is at the door. Call me later?”
“I will,” Luka said. Abby went to the door and looked through the security peep hole. Neela and Chuny were waiting outside. Abby opened the door.
“Hi!” she cried happily and let them in.
“Luka is stuck at the hospital and we thought you might be up to some company,” Chuny said as she set a covered salad bowl on the table. “We brought movies.” Neela handed her a bag and Abby looked at the titles.
“Bend It Like Beckham...a soccer movie?” Neela shrugged.
“The clerk said it was pretty good,” she said. “I couldn’t find anything acceptable in Ray’s collection.”
“I probably would have,” Chuny raised her hand and laughed. Movies forgotten, they had dinner together and pulled out the Scrabble board. It was an Abby massacre. She forgot to lay down the ‘English only’ rule...again. Between Neela and Chuny’s Spanish she didn’t have a chance. She was beginning to hate the game.
When Luka came home at 3 am, he found Abby sound asleep in their bed surrounded by the baby storybooks they had been collecting. She was propped up on a stack of pillows so she could breathe easier. He smiled and stacked the books on the table next to the bed. He undressed and slipped into his pajama pants and crawled under the covers next to her.
“Hi...” she murmured sleepily as he snuggled next to her. She turned on her side and moved over so he could share her pillows. Luka pressed up against her back and rested his hand on her bare belly. He chuckled when he felt the shape of a little foot kicking him. This was heaven to come home to. He sighed and drifted off to sleep.
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