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darker_london2014-03-15 05:34 am
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Here's your husband (Abby, Aly, Peter)
Abby opened the door to the Kemp's house and then she glanced at Peter who was standing beside her, swaying slightly. She had found him before he had finished too much of the bottle, but he still wore a hangdog expression as she took his arm and led him into the house.
Aly Kemp was seated on the sofa just surrounded by children. William, Rasputina and Tommy were playing with blocks at her feet and she was reading Lauren a book while the tiny girl fussed in her arms. She looked up when Abby walked in with her husband, and she clearly recognised the look he was giving her immediately. "Oh goodness. Did you have to drive him home?" she asked, rising to her feet and hefting Lauren onto her hip.
Abby nodded. "He can pick his car up tomorrow, but I thought I would deliver him to you now. He has been lectured and he shows much remorse," Abby said, glancing sideways at Peter.
"Oi, I'm in the room," he grumbled. "I'm sorry I f-er...messed up," he said, censoring himself for the sake of the kids just in time. "I went to see Tasha."
That was all the explanation Aly needed and she stepped forward to kiss Peter on his cheek. "I'm not mad, darling. Just be more careful. How much did you drink?" Peter shrugged and so Aly turned to Abby.
"Not much. Less than half the bottle. He texted me and luckily I wasn't in session."
Aly smiled at Peter, clearly proud of him for even having the sense to text someone to stop him. "Peter, thank you," she said, but she left it at that. Any more and Peter would get uncomfortable and weird.
"Sure. I'm going to go take a shower," he said, moving away from them to head upstairs.
Abby and Aly watched him go and then Abby turned to her friend, her insides squirming with guilt. Thomas had told Abby Peter was worried about the headaches he was having, and it was likely Peter hadn't told Aly yet. Poor Aly had lost her first husband to a brain tumour and somehow she had married another man with a predilection for glioblastomas. Peter wouldn't want to worry her until he knew there was something to worry about, but Abby hated the idea of keeping something from her friend. Tell Aly and betray her friend Peter who was also her boss, or don't tell her and betray Aly?
"I know something," Abby practically squeaked and then she slapped her hand across her mouth.
Aly gave Abby a significant look and then she went to place Lauren into her playpen. She made sure the safety walls were all in place as well before dragging Abby and the baby monitor into the dining room. "What is it?" Aly said, her voice now strained.
Abby chewed on her lip and then she sat at the table, drumming her fingers against it. "I only know this because Peter told Thomas and Thomas told me so I could help and I feel terrible but I can't not tell you because that's just not fair." If something was wrong with Stuart, Abby would want to know. "Right?"
Aly nodded immediately. "Right."
"Peter's having headaches and while I don't think it's anything to worry about necessarily yet, he's freaked out enough that he asked Thomas to ask me to schedule and MRI. We can fit him in in two days since he's the boss and it's likely it's nothing, but that could be why he drank." It all came out in an absolute jumble of words at lightning speed, but Aly was used to conversations with her Spanish cousins and she didn't miss a word.
"Oh god," she said, sinking into a chair again too. For a moment the air between them was heavy and then Aly sighed. "I wish he didn't have to panic with every headache, but it's probably better than deciding it's nothing until he finds out later it wasn't and it's too late to do anything."
"Exactly," Abby pointed at her. "I'm worried about him though. He's seemed a little melancholy lately anyway."
"Anna acting out is getting to him," Aly explained, and Abby understood that. Her own daughter was Anna's best friend and Mara had been acting slightly strange recently as well. She chalked it up to being a teenager though. And at least Mara had never informed Abby that she was not her real mother. While it was true, it would still break Abby's heart, like she was sure hearing Anna say he wasn't her real father had broken Peter's.
"I wish I could help. But I'll make sure you know the results of the MRI right away, okay?" Abby reached out and squeezed Aly's hand. "We'll get him through this, whatever it is."
Aly nodded and she stood after taking a moment to gather herself. "Thank you," she said with feeling. She extending a hand to help Abby up, and then she smiled at her friend. "I'm going to try to put the kids to bed and then I'll try to cheer him up."
"I hope it helps," Abby replied. "I really do."
Aly Kemp was seated on the sofa just surrounded by children. William, Rasputina and Tommy were playing with blocks at her feet and she was reading Lauren a book while the tiny girl fussed in her arms. She looked up when Abby walked in with her husband, and she clearly recognised the look he was giving her immediately. "Oh goodness. Did you have to drive him home?" she asked, rising to her feet and hefting Lauren onto her hip.
Abby nodded. "He can pick his car up tomorrow, but I thought I would deliver him to you now. He has been lectured and he shows much remorse," Abby said, glancing sideways at Peter.
"Oi, I'm in the room," he grumbled. "I'm sorry I f-er...messed up," he said, censoring himself for the sake of the kids just in time. "I went to see Tasha."
That was all the explanation Aly needed and she stepped forward to kiss Peter on his cheek. "I'm not mad, darling. Just be more careful. How much did you drink?" Peter shrugged and so Aly turned to Abby.
"Not much. Less than half the bottle. He texted me and luckily I wasn't in session."
Aly smiled at Peter, clearly proud of him for even having the sense to text someone to stop him. "Peter, thank you," she said, but she left it at that. Any more and Peter would get uncomfortable and weird.
"Sure. I'm going to go take a shower," he said, moving away from them to head upstairs.
Abby and Aly watched him go and then Abby turned to her friend, her insides squirming with guilt. Thomas had told Abby Peter was worried about the headaches he was having, and it was likely Peter hadn't told Aly yet. Poor Aly had lost her first husband to a brain tumour and somehow she had married another man with a predilection for glioblastomas. Peter wouldn't want to worry her until he knew there was something to worry about, but Abby hated the idea of keeping something from her friend. Tell Aly and betray her friend Peter who was also her boss, or don't tell her and betray Aly?
"I know something," Abby practically squeaked and then she slapped her hand across her mouth.
Aly gave Abby a significant look and then she went to place Lauren into her playpen. She made sure the safety walls were all in place as well before dragging Abby and the baby monitor into the dining room. "What is it?" Aly said, her voice now strained.
Abby chewed on her lip and then she sat at the table, drumming her fingers against it. "I only know this because Peter told Thomas and Thomas told me so I could help and I feel terrible but I can't not tell you because that's just not fair." If something was wrong with Stuart, Abby would want to know. "Right?"
Aly nodded immediately. "Right."
"Peter's having headaches and while I don't think it's anything to worry about necessarily yet, he's freaked out enough that he asked Thomas to ask me to schedule and MRI. We can fit him in in two days since he's the boss and it's likely it's nothing, but that could be why he drank." It all came out in an absolute jumble of words at lightning speed, but Aly was used to conversations with her Spanish cousins and she didn't miss a word.
"Oh god," she said, sinking into a chair again too. For a moment the air between them was heavy and then Aly sighed. "I wish he didn't have to panic with every headache, but it's probably better than deciding it's nothing until he finds out later it wasn't and it's too late to do anything."
"Exactly," Abby pointed at her. "I'm worried about him though. He's seemed a little melancholy lately anyway."
"Anna acting out is getting to him," Aly explained, and Abby understood that. Her own daughter was Anna's best friend and Mara had been acting slightly strange recently as well. She chalked it up to being a teenager though. And at least Mara had never informed Abby that she was not her real mother. While it was true, it would still break Abby's heart, like she was sure hearing Anna say he wasn't her real father had broken Peter's.
"I wish I could help. But I'll make sure you know the results of the MRI right away, okay?" Abby reached out and squeezed Aly's hand. "We'll get him through this, whatever it is."
Aly nodded and she stood after taking a moment to gather herself. "Thank you," she said with feeling. She extending a hand to help Abby up, and then she smiled at her friend. "I'm going to try to put the kids to bed and then I'll try to cheer him up."
"I hope it helps," Abby replied. "I really do."