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thegirlsinthefirehouse · 7 years ago

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Descendants, Chapter 22

----- When Abby woke up again, it was dark in the living room.

She blinked, slowly at first. Holtz and Erin were both gone, but she could smell something cooking. She looked over and saw Erin standing in front of the stove, stirring a steaming pot. Abby shivered a little after unwrapping herself from the blankets and sat up.

“What time is it?” she asked groggily.

“You’re awake,” said Erin, turning around. “It’s 6:32.”

“Geez, I slept that long?” groaned Abby. She felt of her forehead, grimacing. “I should have called for an appointment.”

“Well, Holtz did,” said Erin. “Once you kept sleeping. Turns out, both your doctors’ offices were closed for the holidays. So you would have to go to one of the 24 hour care clinics or to the hospital. Bad weekend to be sick on.”

Abby rubbed her temples and nodded. She had a little bit of a headache, more than likely from sleeping so long on the couch and not having eaten. The wiggling going on in her abdomen she figured was from the latter as well.

“Yes, I know. No one has paid attention to you or fed you all day,” she said, softly chuckling. She rubbed a hand across her abdomen. It delighted her when she felt a kick at her hand. She rubbed another spot and felt another kick.

“Hey Erin, come here,” said Abby. She didn’t look up but felt her best friend flop lightly down on the couch. Abby took Erin’s hand and rubbed a spot. Erin gasped softly when she felt what she thought was either a little hand or a foot touch back.

“There they are,” she breathed. “Hi baby.” She rubbed another spot and was absolutely delighted when she felt another kick and moved to another spot.

“Okay little one, I think that was my kidney, not your Aunt Erin’s hand,” said Abby, grimacing. Erin laughed.

“Perhaps perfect coordination is not in their future.”

“With three nerds as its parents, I wouldn’t be surprised,” said Abby.

“What is it like now that they’re moving more?” asked Erin, knowing she was just repeating herself, but she didn’t care. “I know Patty brought a whole stack of pregnancy and fetal development books, but--”

“Reassuring,” said Abby. “That they’re alive and growing in there.” She rubbed a spot, hoping she could get another kick or punch for Erin, but someone had quieted down. “And maybe a little annoying because they’ll move and kick at the oddest times. The other night they were moving from side to side when I was trying to sleep. If Holtz hadn’t been asleep next to me, I would have thought she was trying to get the baby to have a dance party with her.”

“I’d imagine that will happen sometime in the near future,” smiled Erin.

“And I’ll be the one with the bruises,” said Abby. She changed positions on the couch and pulled a blanket up over her lap.

“What are you doing cooking? And where is Holtzmann?”

“Downstairs,” said Erin. “She wanted to be up and moving around for a little bit.”

Abby nodded at that before sneezing into her elbow.

“I hate being sick Erin.”

“I know,” she said, handing Abby a box of tissues. “You’ll just have to power your way through it. Unless that fever stays up, then you’ll have to go to the doctor.”

Abby went on a sneezing fit and Erin got back up off the couch.

“I need to check on dinner.” She headed over to the kitchen area. Abby blew her nose, feeling way too congested for her liking.

“I can’t believe Holtz has got you cooking.”

“She didn’t. I volunteered after we watched a second movie. I’d be sitting at home basically doing nothing, so I thought I’d stay.”

“Thank you,” said Abby. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, but then you wouldn’t have any of my special soup.” She brought Abby a bowl.

“I want you to try it before you say a word.”

“Well, it looks delicious,” said Abby. Erin handed her a spoon. Abby tried to get a bite of everything.

“It’s like a really good pasta dish.”

“It is a jar of marinara mixed with vegetable stock, a three cheese tortellini, smoked sausage, and kale. I was trying to follow a recipe once and I didn’t have any crushed tomatoes, so I improvised.”

“Didn’t we used to say that kale belongs in the garbage?” asked Abby, picking up a tortellini with a spoon.

“I don’t know why. They make really good baked chips, and it’s got a lot of nutrition. Which is what your body needs right now.”

“Still green.”

“Yes, it even ended up in our book, if I remember correctly,” said Erin, shaking her head. Abby laughed.

“It’s delicious, really Erin.”

“We all needed something hearty, and this will do it.”

“You two haven’t eaten?” frowned Abby. “After being here all afternoon?”

“Two bad hangovers,” said Erin. “We’re getting old Abby. These things last longer than they used to.”

“I wouldn’t know, it’s been a while,” said Abby. She rubbed her abdomen. “I think it’s a good trade off.”

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Holtz came back upstairs and found Abby wrapped up in the blankets on the couch, an empty bowl sitting beside her. Erin was nibbling on a tortellini and the two of them were talking about something and there were books and notebooks spread out across the coffee table, along with a few pens and sticky notes. She could tell her wife was really tired by the look in her eyes. Erin had noticed it too as she glanced at Holtz, nodding.

“I made you a present babe,” said Holtzmann. She patted the object in her hands.

“It’s not going to explode, is it?” asked Erin, looking dubious at it.

Holtz rolled her eyes at Erin. “It’s a humidifier,” said Holtz. “I’m gonna go set it up in the bedroom and get it going. It should help you breathe better.” She headed off in the direction of her and Abby’s bedroom.

“I probably should be getting home,” said Erin. “I could use a shower and some quiet time.” She gestured to the books. “We’ll come back to this later.”

“You’re welcome to stay,” said Abby.

“No, I think I’ll let Holtz have the honor of getting you through this for a day or so,” smirked Erin. “You need to rest Abby.”

“I’d rather discuss theory,” she pouted.

“Soon,” Erin promised. “Tell Holtz I’m gone.” She started downstairs. Abby took a couple of deep breaths, hating how congested she felt. And it had consistently felt worse as the evening wore on. She really could tell she was sick by how her body was not protesting to the amount of time she was spending on the couch. Holtzmann came back out of the bedroom.

“Erin left?” Abby nodded. Holtz went over to the couch and started unwrapping the blankets around her wife.

“Bed,” she said at Abby’s questioning glance. “You are really tired Abs.”

“I feel it,” she said with a sigh. Holtzmann helped her up and Abby leaned into her as they walked. The blonde rubbed her shoulder and nudged Abby forward to the bedroom. Once in, Holtz went back out and came back with the extra blankets and pillows off the couch and piled them on the bed. Abby got comfortable under the covers and pulled the body pillow closer that she had been sleeping with the last couple of weeks. It had been a lifesaver some nights with trying to get comfortable. She spied the thermometer sitting on the side table. She took her temperature, grimacing as it was still elevated more than she would like.

��You want anything?” asked Holtzmann.

“I think you’ve got it about covered,” said Abby, looking at the side table which was now loaded with tissues, her phone, tablet, water bottles, a pack of Dayquil/Nyquil pills, and cough drops. With a box of crackers and a few small bottles of Sprite still sitting there, it was a mess.

“Have you and Erin been busy while I was asleep?”

“Someone’s got to be when you’re running a fever and feeling sick,” humored Holtz.

“And cold and tired,” said Abby. She looked up at Holtzmann. “I’m sorry.”

Holtz looked surprised as she turned around from their closet.

“What for?”

“Being selfish earlier.”

“I think you’re allowed once in awhile Abs,” said Holtz. She threw a set of pajamas at her wife, hitting Abby in the face. A second pair soon followed. Holtz grinned and leaned against the door frame of the closet.

“I thought you might want to get comfortable.” Holtzmann was hit with the second pair, which happened to be her boxer shorts and a tank top.

“The lady doth protest,” said Holtz, coming over to the bed and laying her clothes on it.

“Just yours,” said Abby. Holtz climbed into bed and slid her arms around her wife. She nuzzled her neck and kissed her cheek.

“Now there’s the way of getting ALL the germs, Holtz.”

“If I had to choose between the flu and not kissing you, I’d choose the flu every day.”

“That’s sweet, but please don’t let the both of us be sick at once.”

“Nah, I have to incubate first.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing already?” smirked Abby.

“Yes, you are incubating Egbert.” Holtzmann paused.

“Has Erin ever wanted kids?”

Abby thought for a moment.

“We didn’t talk about it much in high school. I think we were having too much fun being dorky idiots and having fun. I think in college perhaps she might have mentioned it a time or two when she started having a serious boyfriend. If you can call your philosophy professor a serious boyfriend. I don’t think it’s ever been a real big priority. Why?”

“Just girl talk,” said Holtz. “You know, while we did each other's nails.”

Abby picked up Holtz’s hand and looked at the short nails, eyeing her wife.

“Alright, we just chatted. Revenge gestation and Nobel Prize wins. You have to share yours with Erin, I’m afraid.”

“I’m not surprised if it has anything to do with our research. And what the heck is a revenge ges-- never mind.”

Holtz grinned at that while Abby grabbed a tissue and sneezed into it. A wastebasket had been pulled close to the bed and she threw the tissue into it.

“Do you think Erin wants or doesn’t want kids?” asked Abby, sitting up on the bed.

“You know I’m the last person to really ask on that subject Abs. I think she thinks one thing and wants another.”

“That has always been sort of an Erin problem,” sighed Abby. “She still needs approval. I think being around us has helped her a lot. But...”

“Say no more,” said Holtz. “I know the song and dance.”

“Good, because I’m not up for the choreography.” Abby rubbed Holtzmann’s cheek, making her lover smile. She kissed Abby’s temple. “I’m going to go grab something to eat and start working on some baby furniture. I need to get my hands on something.”

“Go have fun,” said Abby, standing up and changing into her bed clothes. “I think I’m going to go back to sleep.”

“You should,” said Holtz. “Not much you can do right now really. You don’t need to be up doing too much with that fever.” She got off the bed and headed towards the kitchen as Abby nodded and closed her eyes after settling back down into the bed. She took off her glasses after a moment and laid them on the side table. Holtz turned off the light as she left the room.

-----

Abby woke up again somewhere around two. She got up, really wanting a cup of tea. She made her way to the kitchen and turned on the light. Knowing her English ancestors would probably disown her, she stuck the water in the microwave anyways, not wanting to have to use the kettle for just one cup. She rubbed her arms, still feeling a little cold after getting up. She added honey and some lemon juice for her throat, enjoying the first sip of the tea and the warmth coming from the mug. She wrapped her hands around it, letting the feeling wash over her. She headed towards where the only main light in the living quarters was on -- the baby’s room. She rested a hand on her abdomen as she approached. Holtz was on the floor with one of her toolkits and part of what Abby thought was the changing table, music playing softly. She took a drink of her tea, smiling at the scene. Their little one was up and about too. She had felt them stretching their limbs and rolling a little while she had been sleeping. But then they had settled down a little bit, probably lulled to sleep. And now that she was up, they were moving about. She poked at a foot, which made her laugh when she got a double kick back. Holtz looked up at the noise.

“Abby,” she said, turning off the radio beside her. “Something the matter?”

“No, I’m just awake,” she said, feeling the congestion coming back after the tea had seemingly made her nose feel clear. She cleared her throat.

“And so is someone else.” Holtzmann smiled at Abby’s baby bump.

“Guess they heard Mommy banging around in their room.”

“Must have,” smiled Abby. “With auditory and optical functions now, they could probably see you too if they could.”

“Then they’d just see the mess their bedroom is in,” said Holtz. “Not much of a space to put them.”

“There’s time,” Abby said. “14 more weeks.” She looked around at all the boxes and bags they still had to go through. It seemed like a small task, but very daunting at the same time. They’d be bringing home a kid to use all this with. Having a kid was definitely harder than writing a book, she had to admit. And they didn’t even have the kid home with them yet.

Holtz adjusted her goggles before picking up a hammer. “Three more months of holidays with family, childbirth classes, meeting with the Mayor, finding ghosts, and training newbies.”

“It’s going to be busy,” agreed Abby. She walked over to Holtz, who automatically stood up and felt of Abby’s forehead.

“You should be in bed.” Abby gestured to her warm cup of tea.

“May I enjoy this at least before I and the kid have to return to my cell?”

“You have free roaming privileges at least,” said Holtz, putting a hand on Abby’s abdomen. “This one is stuck in utero.”

“And there he or she should stay. They’re only about as big as a head of broccoli,” said Abby. “We don’t need them coming anytime soon.” Holtz nodded.

“Yes, they don’t get free roaming till they can crawl.”

“I would have thought absolute free roaming privileges didn’t kick in till 18.”

“25 if they want to rent a car.”

“There’s that,” smiled Abby. She sighed. “We’re going to have a 25 year old kid someday, Holtz.”

“That can rent cars,” Holtzmann smirked, pushing up her glasses with a wrench. <– Prev | Next –>

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