abster | 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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Abigail packed her laptop away, letting him take the rest of her stuff for her. Pressing her forehead against his arm, she made a face and tried not to look quite so pathetic. Stubborn as ever, she looked up at her dad and sighed as they got in the car. At least it was private in here.

"It'd be really hard to explain why he was injured and he- it isn't his fault. We were careful, we were always... careful. Don't hurt him, please dad." Abby shook her head. She wasn't ever exactly expecting to be in this position. Not now at least. "No, not like I can run away and pretend it might not be happening either. Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Hey, I happen to find the slight shade of green you're rocking right now very attractive."

Kim checked each mirror and over his shoulder about ten times before he started to back his car out of the parking spot, making sure to go extremely slow. He wanted to be careful with her car and not upset her stomach with any sudden movements. Once they were out of the parking lot and on the road he was equally paranoid about everything.

"How long have you been feeling sick?"

"You don't have to explain to me about how you can be careful and still end up pregnant. And alright, I won't hurt him. But only because you asked me to," Robert said, not letting on if he was joking or not. He was absolutely serious about not hurting the boy though.

"It's okay. I suppose that I deserved that."

"Well then, welcome to the family." Corrine lets the girl talk, but offers no advice. She can be supporto-gal. Especially in a situation like this, where Corrine has walked these same steps before. But when it comes to relationships, she is staying mum.

So instead she holds Abby's hand with gentle firmness and leads her away from the store and back down the street, chiming in only when she mentions the business with Will. "Acquisitions? Who was talking about that, the Cabots or Harpys?"

Once there is a few blocks of clearance between them and the store, Corrine stops and turns to Abby with a soft reassuring smile. "Do you want to take that back at my place? You can have the guest house to yourself if you want. It might be a bit more private."

Glancing at the hand that reached across to take hers, Abby peeked up at Ed. He was so ridiculous, so handsome and stupid and funny. And she was an idiot. Because she wasn't that girl, she didn't need to go around falling for another guy when she already had a good guy in her life. Someone who actually cared, who had a heart. She didn't want a booty call, she didn't- except for sometimes. When she really did. Feelings were stupid.

"Whatever is decided... I can't believe we're having this conversation. I don't even like you staying over," Abigail muttered. Even if it was a lie. He had stayed over once or twice, his arms wrapped around her, and both her hands trapping his hand in hers as she slept. She was a reluctant snuggler, although maybe not as reluctant as she made out. "It kind of is. Do you honestly want it getting out to whatever débutante your mom wants you to date that you might've knocked up a Flynn?"

"Late and sick, no peeing on sticks slash my hand just yet." Abigail muttered, taking the hug with a grim look. Mira's hair smelled nice, sweet and- she wasn't going to puke in her hair because of how she smelled. Nope. "I'm not- I thought I could deal with looking after Gabby maybe but I don't want this. A baby? I'm... not ready."

And she'd have to explain to Kim, how despite him being a virgin that he was totally the dad. Like he'd believe that.

"That's because you're an idiot." Abigail muttered, rolling down the window a little and pressing her head against the side. Taking a breath of fresh air, she smiled as he drove well... kind of like he was paranoid that the world was going to end. "A few days, don't worry I'll go see the Doctor if I need to."

She reached back for his hand, brushing her hand against his wrist as she tried to hide the look of panic on her face.

Abby didn't deserve this. Not that kids were really horrible but Abby was young and she was great. She was strange and a little wild but he knew she was a good person. She was so smart and she had a huge future in front of her once she went to college. A kid would change all that. Especially if she had to go it alone, but he'd make sure that didn't happen.

"I don't care, Abigail. I don't. All that stuff is out the window if- if you're knocked up. You're my friend and if we have a kid I'm not- I'm not leaving you to deal with it on your own."

"Well, it's definitely not food poisoning," Kim said. That had been his first though, although he knew that could last several days as well if it was a serious case. Really though, he was worried about Abigail. She had been dealing with so much and to have to go through this on top of it?

"Is there anything that sounds good? We can stop and get it before going to your place."

Mira gives her a tight hug, avoiding squishing her stomach too much. "Okay," she says, releasing her. "Take a breath. There is no fetus confirmation. Let's back up to the step with the stick. It's a pretty important step. And then the doctor. And -- then, if things are still looking babyflavored, you start worrying about what to do next. Okay? You're not there yet." She rubs Abigail's arm and gives her her most assured look.

"I mean, you might be at the smacking your boyfriend part," she suggests with the edge of a smile.

He wasn't like her dad apparently but that wasn't a high standard to set. It might be negative, it might but if it was then he wasn't running away even if she kind of wanted to. She was a Flynn through and through it seemed.

"If I'm pregnant, Kim's going to be so hurt. We can't keep doing this, I can't even if it does... feel good. Amazing. Maybe, I don't know." Abigail muttered groaning in confusion. She wanted Ed, she just wanted Kim too. She didn't know why she couldn't have her cake and eat it. Worst Flynn ever. "We need a test and then we'll know. I'll know."

"Let's just worry about the test first. It might be nothing."

He really, really hoped that it was nothing other than the flu or food poisoning or something other than a baby. Anything besides a baby would be so, so much easier to deal with. While Ed meant that he would take care of her and the baby if it came to that he would really prefer that it didn't.

"We're almost to the drug store then we'll go back to your place and we'll see what it says?"

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