Bondi And Us *Complete*

*23*

Abby's POV

The sink is filled with three sticks and... all reads the most confusing future.. I lean on the sink and stare blankly at the positives. All fucking three of them!!

"Hey, Abs!?"

I widen my eyes, take the pregnancy tests and put them at the bottom of the laundry bag, where else would I put them? Maxi doesn't do the laundry so often, only the times when... okay, he does it but it's my turn, that means I can keep this from him at least for the time being. 

"I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out!" I sigh and look at my face in the mirror, I should tell him... but wait no... dammit!

I take one more breath and walk out to the bedroom where Maxi's taking off his lifeguard shirt and downing on a wife beater, he never really wears them.. which is why I'm a bit surprised, he has three of them and never wore them. 

"How was work?" I give him a sweet peck on the lips. 

"Oh, massive rescue, you should have been there." He grins. "No one drowned on us." 

I pocket my hands in my sweat pants and smile. "That's great..."

"Anyway, I've got to wash this." He shows me his shirt from today's shift. "So I wouldn't mind doing the laundry today."

WHAT ARE THE FUCKING ODDS WHEN I'M HIDING THE TESTS THERE!?

"No!" I shout suddenly and he raises a brow. "I mean... It's my turn, and I don't mind washing your shirt.." I take it in my hand. "I've got to wash mine too.." 

"Yours is hanging out on the balcony.." He frowns.

God, my hearts racing a track here, and it's loosing too... "I've got the spare one to wash too..." 

He nods slowly. "Okay.." He chuckles softly and leans down to kiss my forehead. "I'm going to cook some dinner."

THE TEST BOX IS ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER! SHIT.. 

"I'll cook!" I grin. 

He laughs now and pulls on my arm, leading me to his chest. "You're up to anything that's thrown at you, aren't you?" 

... Okay, dilemma... what now? What would people do in this situation?

"Actually.." I smile. "If you want to cook, I won't stop you. What about I fetch some water and I'll put the clothes into the machine.." 

Before he replies I walk to the kitchen, more like jog. And snatch the box off the counter, stuffing it into the bin. I close my eyes and sigh in relief, good going... I take a glass and fill it up with water, drowning it down and going to the bathroom to get the machine going.

"Abby?" 

I push the 'start' on the machine and walk to the kitchen where the water is boiling... knowing him it's pasta for dinner. 

"Yeah?" I smile. 

He picks something up from the bin and my heart stops... 

"I was going to take out the trash and.." He pauses. "Is this... yours?" He looks up at me with a surprised expression.

Evacuate!!! "Ah, no!" I laugh. "It's... Mac's.. she was over here yesterday before the night club outing and just... maybe dunked it in." 

"I took the trash out yesterday evening." He frowns. "That's weird."

I laugh again. "Well, I think she dumped it in afterwards.."

He nods. "I guess.. anyways." He throws it back in, going to put pasta into the water. "Is she pregnant then?" 

"No... false alarm." 

He chuckles. "Right, well.. she'd not be a bad mother." 

I smile lightly and clear my throat. "Maxi... do you want children?" 

He smiles down at his cooking. "A whole team." 

I lean back on the counter and clear my throat. "A whole team..?" 

He laughs and tilts his head to look at me. "In a jokingly way, yeah."

I nod slowly and clear my throat. "So! I'm going to set the table." 

"Abby?" 

"Hmm?" 

"I love you." He says.

I lean over and kiss his cheek. "Love you too."

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