Abby scooted over in the hospital bed to make room for Carter when he said that he'd be sleeping on a roll away. She stopped moving and her head jerked over when Carter said 'both my girls.' "We're having a boy though. So it's just one girl that'll be okay," she insisted. Abby had no proof that she was pregnant with a boy but she was positive that it was a boy. Their baby had to be a boy. She looked like she was carrying anyways - the old ladies in the parks kept assuring her it was a boy.
"In that case, I'm not on bed rest then. I can't starve for two more weeks or risk having high blood pressure from all of the salt in the take out food." She was only teasing Carter, of course. But there was some truth to that statement since he was awful at cooking. Abby nodded at him and waited for one of the nurses to come in with scrubs for Carter to change into. She refused to let her eyes win out until he could come into bed with her.
Once he was all settled and changed, Abby smiled. "Come 'ere," she patted one side of the bed. She looked like something out of Frankenstein with so many things either sticking into her or on her.