*flashback*
September 1916
"You're not really going to tell my headmaster about the alcohol, are you?" Becky asked her mother as they pulled up to the girl's school to drop her off.
"Yes, Rebecca, I am. It is the responsible thing to do." Abigail told her daughter. "Then after I speak with him, I need to head back to the train station as quickly as I can to catch the next train back to Fulton Hills. Your Nana's doctor will be arriving with her wheelchair first thing tomorrow morning and I want to be there in case they need me to help her with it."
"I know, Mom. But you promised you would come and visit my school some day."
"I will, sweetheart. If I find some time to next month, then I will. I promise." She kissed her daughter's cheek before they stepped out of the stagecoach.
As soon as Abigail's feet touched the ground outside, she lost her balance briefly as her vision slightly blurred. Becky turned to see her mother's reaction to seeing her school for the first time when, instead, she noticed her mother wobble a little. "Mom? Are you okay?"
"Hm?" Her mother regained her balance. "Yes, dear. I'm alright. I may have just stood up too fast."
"What do you think?" The teen girl looked up at the building ahead of them.
"It's wonderful." Abigail smiled, placing a hand on Becky's back. "I am so proud of you....Your first day of the last year of school. How are you feeling?"
"Excited." Becky smiled at her. "This year we get to apprentice with a real architect. Go out and experience what the job is really like after we graduate." She smiled proudly before her smile faded only slightly. "Do you think my parents would be happy for me?"
"Yes, of course, Becky. They would be so proud of you and your accomplishments. And they would want you to be happy and proud of yourself too." Abigail rubbed her back. "Come on...let's go on in and see your headmaster."
After the pretty successful meeting with Becky's school principal, Abigail went with her daughter to see the room that she stays in whilst at school and they said goodbye before the older of the two headed out to make her way to the train station. She arrived back in Fulton Hills about twelve hours later and made it back to her parents' house on time to try and catch about three or four hours of sleep.
When she woke up, she got dressed and went downstairs to start breakfast. Yawn after yawn, the woman realized just how exhausting travel can be at her age. She started to wonder how Becky does it so often.
Once she had scrambled the eggs and placed them on a large platter for her father and her son to be able to help themselves when they woke up, she placed a few sausage links in the frying pan and turned the temperature down so she could have a seat at the kitchen table as they cooked. She yawned again and rested her elbow on the table, setting the side of her head into her hand as she closed her eyes for a minute. It was only a minute...but long enough for her to dream about Henry. In the dream, he sat by a pond, awaiting her arrival and as soon as she joined him, he smiled at the water. She sat beside him, only focused on the man as she listened to the nature around them. He never looked at her and she wondered what had him so intrigued that he keep his gaze upon the water. Abigail finally turned her head to look at the pond water herself and it was green. In the dream, she opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the ribbit of a frog that appeared on the single lilypad floating atop the green pond.
The sound of the sizzling sausage awoke Abigail before she could dream much longer and she stood from the kitchen table to quickly tend to the food on the stove, hoping she hadn't burned it. She spent most of the morning thinking of the dream and how happy and at peace Henry seemed in it. She, again, began to wonder why he hadn't gone to say goodbye the morning she left Hope Valley.
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I Am Not Yours
FanfictionI am bad at summaries, but this is my take on Abigail and Henry's relationship before, during, and after the show. Mostly during. Warning: There are sexual situations/some smut in this fic, so don't read if you are uncomfortable with that/under 18.