Chapter 92: It's Raining

"Take the call," Sean mumbled groggily. He took a deep breath, but his voice remained nasal. He was obviously annoyed.

Abigail saw it was from Joan. After a moment of silence, she said, "It's Joan."

Sean's eyes snapped open. He snatched the phone. "What's wrong?"

"It's raining, Sean. I'm scared," Joan sobbed, her voice breaking. She sounded terrified.

Abigail watched Sean.

"I'm not at the hotel," Sean said, his impatience lessened.

Oh, so he'll go to her if he's at the hotel? Annoyed, Abigail stomped on his calf.

Sean gasped in pain and glared at Abigail. She blinked innocently.

"You went out?" Joan asked, surprised. She knew Abigail was on leave because her grandmother was injured, but didn't know when she'd return. What a coincidence.

"Yes. It's personal. If you're scared, share a room with someone," Sean said patiently.

Abigail turned her back and slammed her head against his arm, causing a buzzing sensation. Sean's arm went numb. He looked at Abigail, pulled away his arm, then grabbed her by the back of her collar. "It's late. Get some rest." He lost interest in Joan, hung up, and tossed the phone aside.

Abigail struggled to free her collar from Sean's grasp. He held her, turning her around. "What were you doing? Venting your jealousy?"

"Oh, how would I dare?" Abigail said quietly. "It's late, and you still took the call. Grandma doesn't sleep soundly. You could have woken her."

"So that's why you kicked me?" Sean's leg still hurt.

"It was an accident. I was just stretching my legs," Abigail lied.

Sean sneered. "Do I look gullible?"

"Just go back to sleep," Abigail said, closing her eyes.

Sean put his hand on her waist, sliding it under her shirt.

Abigail tensed. "Grandma's right beside us. Are you mad?"

"You said she's been wanting us to have kids," Sean said coolly. "She'll be happy to hear you're pregnant."

Abigail blushed, holding his hand. "We can't do this."

Sean pinched her waist, huddling closer. "So, are you going to pull any tricks next time?"

Abigail was growing excited. She struggled. "No. No more."

Their small bed creaked as she moved.

A nurse stood in the doorway. "Be quiet, even if you're family. The patient is sleeping."

Abigail snuggled into Sean's embrace. His arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her gently, pinching her softly. "We'll be quieter."

The nurse closed the door, her face red. Abigail wanted to bite Sean. You can't say that! She smacked his hand away.

"You're at it again?" Sean said.

"I'm not," Abigail said, grabbing his hand.

Sean pulled her closer. "Go to sleep. Move again and you'll fall."

Abigail leaned her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. If he weren't so tired, he would have gone back to the hotel after Joan's call.

The rain intensified. Abigail drifted to sleep, lost in thought.

The next morning, Analise wanted to leave the hospital. Her sprain didn't require an extended stay, so Abigail agreed.

Sean returned with breakfast, but Abigail had already completed the paperwork. Analise sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at Sean. "If you're busy, Sean, you can go to work. I have Abigail here."

Sean looked at Analise warmly. "I'm here, so I might as well stay. What would you like for lunch, Analise? I'll make something."

Abigail was surprised. She thought Sean would return to the set after Analise's discharge, especially since Joan was there.

Analise grinned, knowing Sean wanted to have lunch with them. "Oh, I can't let you cook. The maid can."

Sean placed the breakfast on the nightstand and unwrapped it. Abigail helped. When she reached for the soup, her hand brushed Sean's.

Sean moved her hand away. "Let me. It's hot."