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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[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."