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Freaking Fertile Flynn's at the Quill [OPEN]

Sat at an empty table, 8tracks open and headphones plugged in, she sat tapping away on her state of the art laptop as she mindlessly tested the strengths of the Cabot and Harpy estates. Something she'd been poking at for a while since Corrine had first asked her to check up on Will, she hadn't exactly told her to keep poking around but she was curious and their firewalls were practically inviting her to look around. And it kept her mind off things: things with Kim, things with Ed, her mom, Gabby living with her dad and Corrine's mom. Besides it wasn't like she was really doing anything wrong.

"Scrambled eggs, salmon and-" A voice began making Abby's nostrils flare. That stench. Swallowing down the nausea, she ripped her headphones off and ran towards the bathroom before she began to puke her guts out. She'd been like this for a few days, it wasn't nothing serious just puking mostly in the morn... ings.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Abby muttered, pulling her phone out of her pocket and trying to figure out when the hell her last period was. Because this was stupid and she wasn't that stupid. And she was late. Like not even a little bit late, like a lot late. She'd just- assumed with her mom, the stress of losing her and the grief. Except now she was puking and Flynn's were fertile fuckers. And Ed was... fucking her like a lot. "Fuck. Fuck!"

Tapping in her phone, she sent out an S.O.S text out. She could not be this stupid, she could not be.

"I'm going to kill him. FUCK!" Abby yelled from the bathroom, kicking the bathroom stall door.

ooc: either get a text from abby or here her swearing/puking in the bathroom at the Quill.

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Ed couldn't even respond to the waitress, all he could do was just stare at the phone. Abby was late. Abby was late AND sick. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. This was bad. It was really bad.

They were always careful. Always. Ed had been warned again and again about this sort of thing by his parents. No matter how heat of the moment they had been he always used a condom. But apparently that didn't matter because she was late and sick and he didn't know what to do. No way he could tell his parents at this point. He wished that he could talk to Henry. There was always Will but Will had been acting so strange lately and was still dealing with the divorce.

"Fuuuuuck."

That was... Entirely unexpected. Whatever she could have told him right then Robert didn't expect this sort of thing from her. He would have thought Abigail was smarter than that. To her credit though he knew all too well how you could take precautions and still end up with a child.

[text: I'm going to kill your rock star boyfriend] [text: But let's get you home and pick up a test on the way]

Robert was caught between offering comfort and doing damage control. Abigail needed to know everything would be taken care of but also someone had to start taking care of things.

"Whatever happens, I'm going to take care of you, okay? I promise."

Legs sprawling out behind her on the floor of the bathroom, Abby leaned over the toilet bowl as she finished puking for what like felt like the millionth time. Gulping, she leaned back against the stall and hit her head against the stall wall. She was so stupid. So stupid. And now, now she was going to ruin everything. She couldn't even text Kim to come over and comfort her because she was probably going to ruin that as well.

"Cabots are life ruiners," Abby muttered, drawing her legs up before pressing her face against her knees. "This is so stupid, so freaking stupid."

Abby lifted her head up a little, making a face as she read the text before shaking her head. Because it wasn't Kim, she'd still be freaking out if he had but then at least it might not be so bad. Because potentially being pregnant and it not being her boyfriends, and potentially having to explain that to him was the worst.

She picked up her phone, not wanting to text her dad about how she had been behaving- doing the same stuff he did but she didn't want him to confront Kim either.

[Txt: It isn't- it wouldn't be Kim's. He's... he hasn't. We're supposed to be waiting.] And Abby hadn't. At all. [Txt: Corry's husband? He has a younger brother and we've been... seeing each other.]

Abigail nodded, wanting to burst into tears and get him to make it go away. She couldn't even call her mom and talk to her.

"I messed up so much."

"I- yeah, I mean but that happens right? With marriages. Oh, I- I've been poking around the Cabot's systems, I was going to tell you." Abigail muttered, wiping her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks blotchy, and her complexion pale and washed out. She looked the exact opposite of Corry, she looked more like their dad. "And you didn't... I have a boyfriend, did you know? He's wonderful and supportive. And I've been fucking Ed."

She was the worst. The absolute worst person in the world.

Entering the store, Abby looked around guiltily before heading towards the pregnancy kit aisle. She- what if someone caught her buying them? What if Kim found out?

"Nope, that would be kinda awesome. I've been seeing... someone." Abigail muttered, not wanting to tell who it was. People knew she was with Kim, she'd been seen enough with him and maybe it would be easier if people assumed it was Kim's. Not Ed's, not the guy she was secretly seeing on the side. "And I missed my period. I've really fucked up."

"No, I didn't. I just didn't want anyone to steal it. I really don't want to be making any more stupid mistakes." Abby muttered, rubbing her face as she tried not to panic and at the same time, tried not to puke. "No, I don't think I'm okay."

"Yeah, as much as I love missing you, I do not want whatever but you've got," he said. She looked really sick though and he was worried. She'd been going through a lot lately and the stress of everything probably wouldn't help her get better anytime soon.

"Let me take you home and take care of you?" He asked, although he was already planning on doing that despite her answer. She could be really stubborn at times but right now was not the time for that sort of thing.

"Missing or kissing me?" Abigail asked, trying not to look too guilty- too pained because he was being ridiculously sweet with her. Reaching to take his hand, she smiled tiredly and leaned against him. She kind of what to just go home and take a pregnancy test but Kim wanted to come with her. "Uh, sure. That sounds good. You want to drive my car?"

"I guess you just ate something really bad?" She hugs the bag to her chest, aware that this might look weird but Lena just needs some kind of support right now. Abbie probably won't appreciate her running off to get her mom, nor would Lena's mom understand why she was fetched to help a puking stranger.

"Eh. Should I go get you a class of milk to settle your tummy?"

"I think the ultimate goal of marriage is staying together." She lets out a whistle of air. "Not that I held very true to that. Pretty sure relationships in general are like - explosives. Either you're going to get beautiful fireworks or disaster and destruction." The simile may or may not be apt. She's just making conversation, trying to offer words of wisdom - that she doesn't really have - to a sister she's barely known she had. "And we are all very combustible people prone to screw ups. Especially Flynns. I'm not one to judge."

Corrine is an expert at hiding purchases. And booze is a lot bigger than a pregnancy test. Sensing Abby's hesitancy, she picks up a large bag of chocolate in a nearby aisle, then covertly slides the boxed pregnancy test from shelf to beneath the bag.

"Oh? Anything interesting? Like Will selling his heart? You were right worrying about that sea bitch." She hands Abby the candy with the obscured box beneath and points to a teenage attendant at one of the counter. "And go to that guy. He's completely stoned, he won't even notice."

When Ed realized that she wasn't coming back right away he gathered up her stuff and headed to the bathroom door where he knocked on the door. He would have just gone right in if he hadn't been worried that other people might have been there. This was a huge, huge fucking mess. More for her probably than for him, obviously, but it was still...

They were always safe. Wasn't the point of being responsible that you didn't have to deal with stuff like this?

"Abigail?" he called out. "Hey, when you're up to it... why don't we go somewhere to talk about this, okay? Just you and me."

Well. Robert wouldn't have thought that her boyfriend would be the type to wait. Rock stars didn't exactly have the sort of reputation. It also made things much more complicated. Because of course it had to be a Cabot. Of course it did. It would really be best if their two families just didn't have anything to do with each other, apparently.

But he could fix this. That's what he was here for, wasn't it? That's why he was around now, so that he could take care of things like this.

"Why don't we go home," he said, reaching out and squeezing her hand. "And we'll talk about what happens next."

"Kissing. Although maybe missing was some sort of reverse Freudian slip or something," he said, trying not too look too amused while she looked so sick. Squeezing her hand Kim put an arm around her to try and keep her steady. She just looked absolutely miserable and he worried that maybe her mom's death was hitting her hard again.

"And you must be sick if you're going to let me drive your car."

She wasn't up for it, up for talking or anything. She kinda wanted to do the classic Flynn thing and bail but that wasn't who she was. She didn't know who she was anymore. Apparently the stupid girl who got knocked up by the first stupidly good looking guy who came along.

Washing her face, she rinsed her mouth out before slipping out the bathroom and taking Ed's hand. She looked pale, grim and a little green around the edges. And she wasn't talking about this here. Tugging him towards the exit, she took her bag from him and drew it round her body as they slipped out into the back alley.

"You can drive," Abigail muttered, throwing him the keys before sliding into the front seat. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm not- I'm not that girl."

His home was kind of sterile. Weird. It didn't feel like her home but Gabby seemed to make it feel more lived in. Even if she was pretty sure Robert's wife wanted to put plastic under everything or wipe down every surface, and heaven forbid Abby went near her roses. It wasn't home but it was safe, hell of a lot safer than here at least. They could talk, she wouldn't have to worry about people overhearing.

"Okay, I don't know what I want... next. I mean," Abigail muttered. She wasn't prepared for a kid, she could deal but that didn't mean she was prepared for one. Or to be pregnant. Or to have fucked up quite so much. "Don't hurt him, he's... a nice guy. Honestly."

"I trust you, you know not to crash it." Abigail muttered, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. He was warm, safe, secure, and she should have been happy with that. She kind of was, except she kept seeing Ed because she was the worst kind of person. "You wouldn't have to miss me if you stayed over some time."

And then she wouldn't be tempted to call Ed. Except this wasn't Kim's fault, this was her. This was all her.

"I think disaster and destruction is my forte. I don't know what to do. I really- I really like Kim but I don't know, I just keep with you know." Abigail muttered. Ed was always there, just not the same way Kim was and she liked them both. And she was that girl. She liked a guy who seemingly thought the world of her, and she liked the guy that she was pretty much just a booty call for. She had the worst taste, the worst. "They were talking about property. Damaged property. And acquisitions in Siren Cove. They never said anything about hearts, I don't think. I can look again, run a deep program."

Abigail took the kit and chocolate, breathing out as she tried to look as confident as Corry. It mostly just came off as nervy and worried. She wasn't a great actress. But the guy really was too out of it to notice or care and soon she had a paper bag full of candy and pregnancy tests. And soon she was taking Corry's hand and tugging her out of the shop.

"Yeah, I guess that's what it is." Abigail murmured. She didn't sound too sure about that. She didn't think it was anything she'd eaten, she'd felt rough for a few days and now there was the puking. And she was late. And this was a disaster. "No, no I'm fine. I'd probably just puke it back up. Have you- have you ever done something bad? Something stupid?"

Abigail looks suddenly very fucking young and scared and Mira frowns in sympathy. "Hey, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. Breathe." She offers a hug.

Mira grabs her water bottle out of her bag to offer. "So are we talking late and sick, or late and sick with little blue line?" she asks pragmatically. Because that makes one hell of a difference, and even then...

"Walked onto someone's grounds and back-talked a witch?" Lena couldn't come up with anything else because there was nothing else in her life, she always had been neatly in the middle of things. And no snowball's way in hell that she would tell a semi-stranger about her sexy daydreams.

"Hid a hairball in someone's kitchen once, because I didn't know how I could throw it away."

"You don't have to apologize," he said, reaching his hand across the seat to give hers a squeeze. He wanted to be reassuring but he wasn't entirely sure how. This was not something he had ever expected to have to deal with. How did people deal with this sort of thing? This was so, so fucked up. This was the sort of thing that could forever change your life. Shit.

"We both were careful. We always used protection. I- look, whatever happens. Whatever is decided... I'm there for you, okay? This isn't something you have to do alone."

Except tell her boyfriend. Ed totally was not getting involved in that if that's where it was going to go.

"You have some time to figure it out. And we'll see about the not hurting him," he said, standing up as he started to gather up her things. Everything but her computer, that was sort of sacred to her and he wasn't about to mess with that. He continued to stay quiet until they were out of the shop and in his car. He could come back for hers later.

"Do you have any tests you can use to know for sure?"

"I mostly trust me not to crash it too," Kim said, giving her a small smile over the joke. Maybe right now with how sick she was wasn't really the time to do jokes though. Reaching a hand up he felt her forehead. It didn't feel warm but fevers could come and go sometimes. Or it could be food poisoning.

"I'll stay over tonight if you want?"

"I-" Abigail began, wanting to tell him how awful she was and at the same time.... she didn't want to hurt him. She liked him, he should be the only guy she thought of because he was so wonderful. But he wasn't, she was so fucked up. And she didn't want him to find that out. "-I would like that. I'd like it more if I didn't feel so rough but then you might like it less. What with me trying to tempt you."

He touched her forehead and she smiled softly, reaching up to take his hand as she leaned back in the passenger seat. She'd have to take a test tomorrow, when he wasn't around.

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