"I hope so." To be honest, Abby had a terrible fear of failing as a mother; she hadn't met Bridget until she was already practically grown. She had no idea what to do with a baby- there weren't very many who came through the brothel, after all. She hoped that Rena was right. Abby knew that she would probably need to ask Rena for help, but- well, she supposed it was one thing to need help, and another for Rena to see her fail when Rena had done so well with the daughter that she wasn't there for. Abby realized that she was losing herself in her thoughts again and she shook her head, looking back to Rena. "I suppose we'll see."