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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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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."
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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."
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"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.
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"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?"
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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."
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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."
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"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?"