Scenes From a Soap Opera

Abby Takes a Chance

Abby walked to her car in a daze. The night's events were weighing heavily on her. Her father was in a medically induced coma and her sister was in a mental institution. She needed to clear her head, a distraction. The youngest Newman mindlessly drove and before she knew it, she was at the Athletic club. Chance had been staying there since the Chelsea reveal.

"Do I really want this?" She questioned out loud. She sat in the car for another minute before getting out. It was just one night; one night wouldn't change anything she kept telling herself.

Chance was getting ready for bed when he heard a knock at this door. Curious he went over to answer it. The detective opened the door to see a clearly distressed Abby standing on the other side. "Abby what's wrong? Is it Phillip?" He asked his estranged wife concerned. The distance had shown him how much he loved his wife, how stupid he was for the affair with Chelsea.

"No, Phillip's fine." Abby shook her head. "It's my dad." She started crying, all the pent-up emotions from the hospital were spilling out. "My dad had a stroke, he's in a coma." Chance pulled her into a hug. It was hard to believe that the Great Victor Newman could be brought down by a stroke, but he guessed that the mustache was human after all.

"Abby, I'm so sorry." Chance comforted his wife. "How is he doing? You said he's in a coma?"

Abby nodded, her breath hitching. "Nate said he's stable and he wouldn't lie. I'm just scared, like really scared. He almost died tonight. And that's not the only awful thing that happened." She looked over to see if Chance already knew. Considering his job at the police station she wouldn't be surprised if he did.

"Is this about Victoria?" He hesitantly asked.

"Yeah. I can't believe that she killed Ashland and that my dad framed Billy for it. Like what was wrong with him? How could he do that to Billy?" Abby rambled. "And Victoria secretly recording Dad? I don't know if I should hug her or shake her." The youngest Newman let out a frustrated sigh.

"I understand." Chance said sympathetically. "It sounds like you took in a lot of information and I can only imagine how overwhelming everything feels."

Abby didn't say anything. She just leaned forward and kissed her estranged husband. Chance was stunned, unable to move. Then he leaned into the kiss hungrily. He had been craving this for so long; he missed her touch. Abby was surprised how right it felt to be kissing Chance. She had missed her husband more than she realized.

Abby suddenly ripped her jacket off which startled Chance. "Abby, are you sure that this is what you want?" He wanted to make sure that she wasn't making decisions when she wasn't in the right headspace. They were just starting to repair their relationship; he was taking no chances.

"I'm sure. I'm a thousand percent sure." Abby responded as she finished taking off her shirt. Chance nodded then looked at his wife with hooded eyes; Abby suddenly felt very warm. "Get on the bed." She demanded and Chance was a very good listener. Soon all their clothes were off and Abby was on top of her husband feeling all the stress melting away.

The Next Morning

When Chance opened his eyes that morning the first thing he saw was a blanket of blonde hair. She had stayed! He was half convinced he was going to wake up alone. Abby stretched and rolled over staring at him with tired eyes. "Good morning" She greeted him.

"Morning." He returned her greetings. A question was burning in his head and he had to ask. "So, um do you want to talk about last night?"

Abby sighed, she really didn't but Chance deserved an explanation. "I guess we should. Do you want to go first?"

Chance nodded and took a deep breath before beginning, "I just want you to know that I don't expect anything. Like I'm not reading into this. I know what I did to you, to us and what you've been though in the past twenty-four hours." He paused so he could grab her hand. "I love you. I've always loved you, will always love you. But I'll go along with whatever you want to do. I know that I really hurt you and I completely understand if you want to wash your hands of me."

Abby lied there numb for a moment. Chance had said a lot in those few sentences, but he'd said everything she wanted him to and more. She wanted her marriage, wanted her husband. She looked right into Chance's eyes and leaned forward to kiss him. Pulling back, she giggled, "Does that answer your question?"

Chance laughed and hugged her. "It does, it really does. I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just kiss me." Abby firmly stated. Chance obeyed his wife's command.