Freaking Fertile Flynn's at the Quill [OPEN]

[abster]

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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[scaledtokill]

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."

[abster]

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."

[scaledtokill]

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."

[abster]

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."

[scaledtokill]

"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?"

[abster]

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..."

[scaledtokill]

"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."