Arty ran into the house, his heart escalating. As he dropped his stuff on the ground and ran around, he yelled out his fiancée's name.
"Shh!" Abigail stood in the kitchen doorway, her hands on her hips as she sent him a scolding look. His nine-months pregnant fiancé tsked and said, "You're going to wake the puppies up."
Arty ran his fingers through his hair and cursed mentally. "Abigail, I thought the baby was coming!"
Abigail tilted her head at him. "Is that why you stopped replying? I wasn't sure if you were having an aneurism-"
"Abigail."
"Love you."
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Short Story"lol u there?" "Use proper grammar." "no u" "Ugh." Arty can't stand that he has to be in a project with all around quirky girl, Abigail. He hates her, with a passion. Arty knows Abigail is smart, that's why she's in Arty's Advanced Calculus. When th...
