Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of NBC, Warner Brothers, John Wells, and whoever else. I just borrow them and promise to return them. Don't worry, I won't hurt them. I make no money off these fics, I write them for fun.

The music in this story is “True Colors” by Phil Collins

Feedback, always appreciated: DougandCarol@hotmail.com

Writer’s notes: This part was actually meant to serve the purpose of a time filler between parts 12 & 14. But like usual, it ended up being just as long as all other parts anyways.

Thank you to Carolina, Dawn, and Shannon who have helped me along with this fic and listened to my complaining while I wrote it!

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You with the sad eyes
don´t be discouraged to realize
it´s hard to take courage,
in a world full of people.
You can lose sight of it
and the darkness inside you
makes you feel so small.

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Standing near an exit at the bus station, Abby leaned up against the window that stood nearby, watching as Maggie gave Luka order after order, handing him a box from her bag. Staring at the elderly man next to her, she turned again as Maggie dictated more orders on how to watch Abby and take care of her.

“Don’t let her tell you no. If you think something’s wrong, you listen to yourself.” She said, loud enough to cause Abby to hear and roll her eyes as Luka nodded, attempting to please her. “And make sure you watch her, pregnant women should not be doing all of the things she insists on doing!”

“I will Maggie.” He assured her, as he lifted her suitcase. “Do not worry, I will take good care of her.”

“Ooh! Abby!” she said, turning toward Abby and wrapping her arms around her. “I’ll be good.” She promised, pulling back to look at her. “But I want you to promise me you’ll call me as soon as my grand daughter gets here.”

Looking to Luka who raised his eyebrows, she only nodded. “I’ll call.” She promised. “But we don’t know if it’s a girl.” She finished, knowing that Luka had gotten to her.

“Oh don’t tell me that. You’re going to have a little girl, I know you will.” She said, hugging her again. “Take it easy.” She ordered her. “I already told Luka to make sure you do.”

Dropping her hands to her sides as Maggie let go, she nodded and looked to Luka who was grinning and laughing, holding the suitcase by his side. Taking a deep breath, she managed to smile and nod.

“I will.” She promised. “You’re going to miss your bus.” She replied, as Luka handed Maggie the suitcase.

“Fine.” Maggie said, shaking her head. Leaning over one last time to Abby, she quickly kissed her cheek and hurried to the line that was slowly filing out the door. “Call me!” she called once more. “I love you Abby.”

Smiling at her as Luka moved to her side, tapping her gently on the arm, Abby waved quickly as Maggie disappeared out the door. Once she had disappeared, Abby let out a small sigh and collapsed onto a metal bench that sat behind her. Once she had, she allowed her head to drop onto Luka’s shoulder.

“You tired?” he asked, watching the last of the passengers rush by with their luggage.

“Yes.” She replied, stretching her legs out. “And my legs are swollen to the point where I think they’re going to explode.” She mumbled, moving her feet around.

“You are almost done.” He replied quietly, ignoring the man who sat next to him. “Only a few more weeks.”

“My legs aren’t going to take a few more weeks.” She sighed. “Neither is my back.”

“You will make it.” He replied, kissing her quickly.

Wrapping his arms around her shoulder, he allowed his own head to rest on hers as the sound of the bus filtered in front outside. Turning around, they both watched as the bus pulled away, bring Maggie with it.

“Do you think she will be ok this time?” he asked, helping Abby off the bench and to her feet.

“I hope so.” She sighed, staring out to the now empty lot.

Walking away, Luka stuck his hand in his pocket and fumbled with the small box Maggie had given him. Playing with the small lid, he pressed his finger into it as they walked, making sure it remained shut.

“What did my mom give you?” Abby asked curiously as they reached the parking lot.

Staring at her, Luka only grinned and opened the car door. “Nothing.”

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But I see your true colours shining through.
I see your true colours and that´s why I love you,
so don´t be afraid to let them show,
your true colours, true colours are beautiful, ooh
like a rainbow.

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The sun began setting in the distance as a cool breeze blew through the air, rustling the bushes and tree branches, blowing dead pieces of grass around their feet as they walked. Nearby, a group of teenagers stood around a bench, passing a box of cigarettes from person to person, watching as the smoke from the lit ends dissolved into the crisp late March air. They spoke loudly and obnoxiously, spitting phlegm onto the grass after inhaling the tar and chemicals into their lungs.

Watching the cracks in the sidewalk as they walked over them, Luka thought of a story his grandfather had once told him when he and his brother Dmitri had been very small. He had told them that you had to remain very aware of the cracks in the dirt and pavement. They were never suppose to walk on the cracks, for if they did, they would be cursed with horrible luck for years, possibly their entire lifetimes.

He had later realized when he was an older child that none of that was true and only a story, but for years he had believed the story. During that time, he had always remained careful to step over the cracks; for fear that he would be cursed with bad luck. Though, after the war, he had once again remembered the story, and wondered if by chance he had stepped on a crack, causing him the pain he had felt. Could stepping on a crack have killed his family? If he had stepped over just one more crack would his life have been different?

Maybe Abby hadn’t been careful when she was younger. Maybe stepping on the cracks in the ground had caused all of the pain and anguish in her life. Each crack possibly making things worse than they already were. What if there were no cracks in the ground, would all of their problems cease to exist?

“Luka?” Abby called, bringing him out of his day dream as the group of teenagers became distant, still talking and laughing behind them.

“What?” he replied, looking over to her, turning his focus from the sidewalk that was ending up ahead.

“What planet were you on?” she asked with a small laugh, stopping in front of a large tree. Waiting as he dug his hands from his pockets, he sent her an odd glance and could only laugh with her.

“What planet?” he asked, sounding clueless.

“What were you thinking about?” she asked again, looking up to him.

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders, kicking a rock that sat at his feet. Peering back to the group of teenagers who were making more and more noise, he only smiled and shrugged again. “Nothing.” He replied. “Just a story that my grandfather told me once.”

“Oh.” Abby replied shortly, looking to the direction Luka was staring. “What was the story about?”

“Cracks in the ground.” He replied quickly, watching as one of the teenage boys pulled one of the girls onto his shoulders and began spinning with her. Digging back into his pockets, he fumbled with his car keys and pressed them into his hands, rubbing his finger along the rugged edges.

Giving him an odd look, Abby didn’t reply, but only turned to watch the teenagers that Luka couldn’t keep from watching. “I use to do that.” She mumbled, watching as the one boy continued to spin, while another two ran to a slide that stood nearby and began climbing to the top.

“You let a boy spin you on his shoulders?” he asked, sounding surprised. He could have never pictured Abby doing that, or even looking the way these teenagers did.

Many were dressed in black clothing; some had colored hair that was bright pink or green. Others had odd piercings and fishnet stockings, while some were wearing big black boots and baggy jeans. They weren’t causing trouble, just making lots of noise.

Laughing, she moved closer to Luka, standing in front of him while he attempted to wrap his arms around her middle. Waiting as he finally settled on wrapping them around her chest and set his chin on her hand, she continued to watch. “No, but me and my friends. We would hang around in a park near school when I was their age.” She replied, as he let out a sigh. “Only I never wore fishnet stockings.”

“I hope not.” He mumbled, blowing a strand of her hair from his face.

“You ok?” she asked, pulling her head back to look at him. “You were so loud all morning, now you just stopped talking.” She commented, as a woman jogged by them.

Silently nodding, he pulled her body closer to his, holding onto her tightly. “She would be almost their age.” He mumbled quietly, allowing another, sadder sigh to escape his body.

“Who would?”

“Jasna.” He said even quieter as Abby let out her own quiet sigh, and took hold of his wrist that was wrapped tightly around her. Wrapping her fingers around it, she kissed his arm softly and watched as the boy finally set the pink haired girl down.

“She’d be fourteen, right?” Abby asked, as Luka let her go and turned around, as if to continue down the last of the sidewalk.

“Yeah.” He replied, as they began walking again, the voices of the teenagers fading as they got further and further away.

The conversation stopped after he whispered the final yeah. Walking along the rest of the sidewalk, Luka wrapped his arm around Abby’s shoulder and held her close. Looking back down to the sidewalk, he watched the cracks as they went by, and made sure to step over each one he saw.

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Show me a smile
don´t be unhappy
can´t remember when
I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
and you´ve taken all you can bear
just call me up
because you know I´ll be there.

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“Yes, thank you officer.”

Walking into the kitchen, Abby let out a huff and leaned over the counter, resting her elbows on the tile of the small island’s countertop. Staring at the pile of mail that sat in front of her, she waited for Luka to hang up the phone, and began picking through it. Pulling out the telephone and water bill, she dropped those aside and began flipping through another baby magazine that had been sent to them. Looking through page after page of strollers and cribs, she finally heard him hang the phone up and looked up to him.

“Who was that?” she asked, as Luka dumped a sheet of paper into the trashcan.

“One of the detective’s from the police station.” He replied, looking over to her. “He said we need to meet with him this afternoon. He said that it is important.”

As Abby’s face fell, she didn’t want to know why they wanted them down there. She did not want to imagine any reason they could have. Any mention of anything that related to the rape, no matter how pertinent to it, or unimportant still frightened her and always would.

“Why?” she asked, her attempt to mask the fear crumbling as the seconds ticked and she allowed herself to think of possible causes of the phone call or need to go to the station.

Luka shook his head and set the phone down on the counter. “He did not say. All he could tell me was that it is important.”

The idea that the officer could not give details out over the phone only frightened her more. She could feel her heart begin to beat faster as she thought, and her throat began to dry out. Luka took notice of her sudden mood change and took hold of her hand across the counter.

“Do not worry.” He tried to assure her. “He may just want to talk to you.”

“Then why couldn’t he just talk to me over the phone?” she asked, swallowing in an attempt to moisten her dry throat. “And why did he only talk to you? Why didn’t he ask for me?”

Luka sighed and got lower to eye level with her. “I do not know.” He replied. “But worrying will not help. Especially now.” He said, nodding toward her stomach. “It is not good for you or the baby.”

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and nodded, attempting to calm herself. Dropping her head for a second and again lifting it, she only nodded at him and re-opened her eyes.

“When do we have to go?” she asked, an aching feeling still tugging at her insides.

“He said we should meet him at the police station at three o’clock.” Luka replied. “But I need to stop by work first and get some old charts.” He told her. “I was supposed to have them done yesterday.”

Quietly sighing, she pushed herself up from her position over the counter and turned, walking toward the staircase. After what seemed like an eternity in climbing them, she reached the second floor where she managed to get to the nursery without collapsing. Staring at the mural painted on the wall, she ran the fingers from her left hand over a small portion of it and sighed again, wandering over to the changing table where she pulled open a box of diapers.

Stacking them neatly on one of the shelves, she attempted to push the thought of going again to the police station from her memory. Like Luka had said, there was no point in worrying. She knew that he was dead, so it couldn’t be something like he had escaped. But there was still a nagging feeling inside of her, telling her to worry. Call it woman’s intuition, or mother’s intuition or whatever you want to, she knew something wasn’t right.

“What are you doing?” he called from the doorway, with his arms folded in front of him and a grin across his face.

Looking up at him, she held her hand out for him to grab. Helping her up, he grabbed the last of the diapers and stacked them where the rest were, before tossing the empty box in the garbage.

“Emptying all of those.” She replied, pointing toward the pile of gifts that sat on top of the clothing dresser. “I just don’t know where to put it all.”

Opening the top box, Luka laughed as he pulled a yellow sleeper from the box and held it out in front of him. “There must be a little room left.” He said, as he opened one of the bottom drawers where he found piles of sleepers already folded and put away. “Oh.” He mumbled, staring at the full drawer.

“There would be.” Abby replied lightly, opening another box. “If you hadn’t bought new clothes every time you left the house.” She teased, as the thought of the phone call began fading for the next few minutes. “Who’s that from?” she asked, as she folded the blanket she had just opened and stuck it under the changing table with two others.

“Haleh.” He replied, looking at the card attached to the box. “Who gave us the blanket?”

“Dr. Finch.” Abby replied, looking at the pile that still sat nearby. “Luka, why did everyone buy us gifts?” she asked. “When Dr. Corday had Ella, didn’t everyone just give some money for a baby monitor or something?”

He shrugged, attempting to get another sleeper in with the already full drawer of others. “I don’t know.” He mumbled, as he pushed the drawer closed. “Maybe they think that you are cuter?” he suggested, as she tossed a stuffed bear at him.

“Funny.” She murmured, as she began emptying the rest of the boxes. Sleepers, receiving blankets, baby toys, booties, and more. To Abby it seemed as if the boxes would never stop.

“This is… nice.” Luka said, as he opened a hot pink baby bonnet and matching socks. Staring at it like it was alive, he turned it again to examine it as Abby looked hideously at it. “From.. Dave.”

“Figures.” She mumbled, trying to keep from laughing. She knew to expect a gift like that from him. Sorting through the last of the clothes, she gathered the cards and stuck them in a pile in the crib. “Is that everything?” she asked, looking around the room.

“I think so.” He replied, looking around. “I will clean up the mess.” He offered, gathering the empty boxes from the floor. “You should go and sit for a little while, before we leave.”

The sentence made her only again realize the stomachache she had. Before they left for the police station, where she did not want to go. Leaning up against the wall as her eyes closed, she felt to afraid to move, too afraid of what those detectives would tell her. What if the man she had identified the body of was in fact not her attacker? What that had been a man that only looked like him? There were too many possibilities for her to think of.

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Such sad eyes
Take courage now,
realise, when this world makes you crazy
and you´ve taken all you can bear
just call me up
because you know I´ll be there.

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Walking through the corridor of the police station, Luka led Abby around a corner where they arrived at a long counter. Behind the counter were rows of chairs and benches, filled with agitated people. Some were in handcuffs, others were sleeping. Scattered in the crowd were a few children playing with toys or keys, lots of them making noise or crying.

“Can I help you?” a woman behind the counter asked, holding a telephone to her shoulder.

“Yes, Detective Anderson called us this morning.” Luka replied as Abby looked to the floor, staring at the dirty tiles that were stained with mud and anything else anyone could have brought in on their shoes. “He said he needed to meet with us, that we should be here at three.”

“Anderson.. hold on.” She said, reaching for another telephone where she tapped in a number and waited for an answer. “Yeah, I’ve got a man and woman out here, he says you wanted to see em at three?” she asked, looking down at a sheet in front of her. “Yeah, ok.” She said, before hanging the phone back up. “Here’s what you’re going to do.” She said, looking at Luka. “Down that hallway, follow it to a green door.” She told him, pointing to a hallway across the room. “When you get to the green door, go through it and take that hallway to the brown door. He’s in there.”

“Through the green door to the brown door?” he repeated as Abby looked up.

“That’s it.” She replied. “He’s waiting for you in there.”

“Thank you.” Luka replied as he took hold of Abby’s arm and walked toward the hallway. Leading her down it, he walked until he reached the green door and pushed through it, finding another smaller hallway, and took that to the brown door.

Watching as they walked, the tension only grew within her and she wanted to turn and run away. However hard that would be considering the extra weight she was carrying, and the fact that she could barely walk anymore, she was ready and willing to try. Her recovery had been slow and painful, and it was still far from over. But she had finally surpassed that first hurdle and learned to trust Luka again. She could not deal with having to go back.

Luka too was nervous about what he might possibly be told. He did not want anything to risk Abby’s health right now. He knew that her progress had been remarkable, and that she was getting better as each day passed. He also knew that any news that would endanger her mental health would affect her physical health as well, and that meant the health of not only one person but two.

“Dr. Kovac? Mrs. Kovac?” a man called as they walked through the brown door into a small office, cluttered with two desks and tons of scattered papers and open files. “I’m Detective Anderson.” Offering his hand to them, he shook each of theirs, pushing a pile of paper from a chair. “Here, you look like you could sit.” He offered, allowing Abby the now empty chair.

“Thank you.” She managed to mumble as Luka stood next to her and the detective went around the back of his desk, shoving another stack of papers to the side.

“We spoke on the phone this morning, and like I mentioned, there is something we need to discuss.” He said, grabbing a pen.

“Is it about the rapist?” Luka asked, as Abby shut her eyes at the mention of the word.

“You could say that.” He continued. “Now, after you identified the man’s body as Gregg Othis, we put out a missing persons ad, trying to find if he had any family.”

“But what does that man having a family have to do with us?” Luka asked, sounding confused.

“Last week, we managed to find some relatives.” The detective continued, now looking at Abby. “We found that he had a wife and a small son living in southern Illinois.” He said, opening a folder.

“Wait, the man who raped Abby and murdered that other woman had a wife and child?” Luka repeated, resting his hand on the desk, using a tone like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “He had a family?”

The detective nodded as Abby rubbed her hands along her pants, staring down at them, afraid to look up. “Apparently, he disappeared about four months ago after getting involved with drugs. He took off, and she had no idea where he’d gone or if he were still alive.”

Shaking his head, Luka could not believe what he was hearing. “He had a family!?” he exclaimed as his voice shrilled and Abby looked up as his hand went to her shoulder.

“But why did you call us down here?” Abby asked, her voice low but strong. “I still don’t understand why this involves me or Luka.”

“She asked if she could meet with you.” He stated simply, in a sympathetic tone. “She blames herself for his actions and she wants to apologize or at least attempt to.”

“She wants to meet us?”

“Yes. That’s why I called. She arrived in Chicago yesterday and she’s been at the station ever since. After we told her what her husband had done, she broke down and begged that we contact you. She wants to talk to both of you.” He continued on.

Not knowing or understanding why, the tension suddenly disappeared from within Abby as she realized that he wasn’t there. He was dead, that part was ok. But then she couldn’t believe what he had done. He had a family with a child. That was the part she couldn’t allow to sink in, neither could Luka. A surreal feeling overtook her body as she watched Luka stand silent, pressing his fingers into the top of the desk, as they grew white from the loss of circulation.

“She’s here now?” Abby asked quietly, shaking her head slowly.

“She’s down the hallway. You don’t have to meet with her; we aren’t forcing you into this. We just agreed that we’d ask.”

“Abby, you shouldn’t do this.” Luka said, turning to look down at her. “Not now. Too much stress is not good for you.” He continued.

“I could always ask if it would be ok to release her phone number or something to that means. Maybe once this has all set in and things are a little less hectic, you could contact her.” He suggested, flipping through the file. “We don’t want to force anything on you.”

Swallowing as what had just been told to her began to set in, Abby brushed her face with her hand and sat looking up at Luka whose face wore a look of concern and fear. Looking right into his eyes for a moment, she watched as he just stood watching her, knowing that it was her decision to make.

“What’s her name?” Abby asked, looking back to the detective with a look of sadness in her eyes.

“Diane.” He replied.

“Abby, you do not have to go in there.” Luka told her, placing his hand back on her as he squatted in front of her. “We can wait a few days maybe.”

She only shook her head and reached for his shoulder, as the detective watched, his hand hovering over the phone. “I’ll talk to her.” She finally mumbled, as Luka shook his head slowly. “But only for a few minutes.” She continued, hoping to meet Luka’s approval half way.

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And I see your true colours shining through.
I see your true colours and that´s why I love you,
so don´t be afraid to let them show,
your true colours, true colours, true colours are
shining through
I see your true colours and that´s why I love you,
so don´t be afraid to let them show,

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After sitting in the small room for a half hour, it was obvious to both Luka and Abby how much the woman blamed herself for her husband’s actions. The moment Abby walked through the door, she had burst into tears, and began smashing her head against the table she sat at, knocking over a cup of coffee. She’d begun sobbing sentences over and over, that she was sorry, she never even imagined she had been pregnant, that it was her fault.

She had fallen into a hysterical fit of sobs before Abby and Luka had even reached their chairs, almost reaching the point of hyperventilation. As she rocked back and forth in her chair, her light red hair fell over her face, covering her from everyone’s view. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body, mumbling out loud to herself and Abby, over and over again.

“I’m sorry.” She again sobbed as she grabbed another tissue from a box that sat nearby.

Across the table, Luka sat close to Abby, grasping her left hand in his right, comforting her as the woman across the table continued to talk, apologizing for actions she felt were her fault.

“He just disappeared one night, I knew he was using drugs but he wouldn’t stop.” She continued, blowing her nose as she cried. “I tried to get him into rehab..”

“Diane, we know that it was not your fault.” Luka whispered, looking to the detective who sat nearby. “You did not control what he did.”

“I should have stopped him, he killed that woman..” she cried, shaking her head as she again lowered it to the table. “And he raped you and you were pregnant.” She sobbed. “He knew you were and he did it anyway.”

“Diane..” Abby whispered, unsure of anything to say. She felt sympathy for the woman, but at the same time felt a coldness toward her. Her husband had tortured her; he had raped her and beat on her. He had violated her and taken a piece of her away, tearing her away from Luka and making it harder than anyone could imagine to get close to him again.

“I hate the bastard, I should have watched him..” she continued crying as the detective moved in, helping her from her chair.

“Ok, let’s go outside.” He guided her, taking her arm.

Nodding, she blew her nose again, looking to Abby once more and she got to her feet. “I’m sorry.” She sobbed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry.”

Unable to respond, Abby only watched as he disappeared with Diane out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Once it had, Luka let out a loud sigh as he collapsed against the table, rocking his head on his arms as Abby sat still, shaking her head softly.

“Are you alright?” Luka asked, looking up to her as he calmed down, the shock of the experience beginning to wear off.

“Yeah.” She mumbled, lifting her hands from her sides onto the table in front of her. “God..” she whispered, unsure of what to say or how to say it.

“I know.” He agreed.

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I see your true colours and that´s why I love you,
so don´t be afraid to let them show,
your true colours, true colours, true colours are
beautiful, beautiful like a rainbow.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Reaching for the seatbelt in the backseat of their car, Luka couldn’t help but feeling more clueless than he had while attempting to assemble the stroller. As Abby stood outside the opposite door, holding the buckle to the seatbelt, Luka fed the belt through the back of the car seat.

“I think it’s suppose to go through that slot.” Abby said, pointing to a small hole in the base of the seat.

“Where?” Luka asked, climbing into the car as he unhooked the seat from the base. “Maybe if I do it this way it will be easier.”

“Over there.” She pointed, unable herself to get into the car from where she was. “Yeah, through there.”

“Ok, I think that is right.” He mumbled, fastening the seatbelt. Tugging on the base, he made sure it wasn’t moving and reached again for the car seat he had placed on the driveway. Latching that back onto the base, he gave it one more good tug before he was satisfied. “How is that?”

Looking through the door, Abby nodded and reached for the seat herself. “It looks ok to me.” She replied, slamming the door shut.

Walking around the other side of the car, she leaned up against the side and sighed as Luka made sure one last time the car seat was set safely. Once he finished, she turned up to him with a small smile and kissed him.

“I’m going inside.” She told him, as he nodded. “I need to go sit down."

“Ok.” He replied with a smile as she turned away.

Locking the driver side door, Luka stepped back and watched as Abby slumped up to the front door. He could only smile as he watched her walk, as unstable as she was. He knew it was wrong to laugh, that she was sore and tired and sick of carrying the extra weight, but it made him laugh. He thought she looked cute, he liked that.

Walking down to the mailbox, he stopped as he opened it, pulling a stack of envelopes and magazines out. Looking through them, he stepped out into the street, watching their elderly neighbor across the street come outside.

“Hello Dr. Kovac!” she called, walking to her own mailbox. Staring out into the street, she crossed as quickly as her legs would allow and met him at the end of the driveway.

“Hello Mrs. Bankman.” He replied graciously as the old woman wandered up to him.

“How are you doing?” she asked, adjusting her glasses on her face.

“Oh, I am ok.” He replied with a smile, grasping the load of mail in his left hand. “How about you?”

“Oh I’m good, it’s about time for me to start my gardening again.” She mentioned happily.

Nodding, he grinned at her, dumping his car keys into his pocket. Watching the old woman, he wondered how she kept up with her gardening. She was easily 90 years old, yet acted like she were in her 50’s. Everyday when it was warm she would be out in her garden, planting flowers, or cutting bushes.

“How is your wife doing?” she asked, staring toward the house.

“Abby is good. She is very tired, but she’s doing good.”

“That’s wonderful!” she replied happily. “And what about that baby? Did she have it yet?”

“No, not yet.” He replied. “But any day now.”

“How nice.” She said, turning around. “Well I should be going I have a lot of housework that needs to be done.”

“Ok.” He replied. “Thank you for coming over.”

Turning his back as he walked back up the driveway, he could hear the old woman call a final good bye as she re-entered her house. Walking up the path to their own house, Luka opened the front door and allowed himself in, dumping the mail on the nearby table. Pulling his coat off, he entered the living room and found Abby, sound asleep on the couch. Chuckling quietly, he reached for a blanket and threw it over her body, pulling her shoes from her feet. Dumping them by the front door, he shut it and pulled the lock across, just as the thunder began rumbling and the rain began to fall.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Show me your colours, show me a rainbow.
Show me your colours, show me a rainbow.
That´s why I love you.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

08/15/01