Abigail (part two)

Sorry it’s a lot late-busy weekend and a fair few assignments. I'll try to post this weekend too.

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“Surprise!! Bahahaha!” started a voice from behind the pile of mystery novels that Abigail was shelving.

“Janie!” Abigail said, thrusting the books into the open space and rushing to hug her friend. “Oh it’s so good to see you! And look how big you’ve gotten!”

“Please, don’t remind me.” Janie said with a little flippant tone. “He’s getting so big-I have to pee every five minutes because he’s smooshed(sp) up against my bladder.”

Grabbing Janie’s hand Abigail leads them to her break room, away from the annoyed library goers. “You know you love it.” Abigail said after closing the door. “That’s why you and Ronald have Bree and Tinsley. Coffee?”

“Oh, no. Not with this little tyke bouncing around.” Janie said while sitting down. “So how are you and what’s-his-face doing? Still wonderfully non-exclusive?”

Sighing, Abigail poured herself a cup of coffee and added a little bit of cream, she was cutting her sugar intake so skipped her normal two spoonfuls of sugar. “Cliff has been riding my case about his abrasive mother coming to town. She hates me and makes my life as miserable as possible while she’s here and he does nothing to help me! It would be nice if he could just stand up for me just once-”

“I’ve told you to break up with him. That foul, pitiful excuse for a man. I don’t understand why you’re still dating him. You know you can do better-why not that Jason fellow? The one that would sneak an extra scone in your order at the Tea Pot? He’s so nice. You know he and Ronald have hung out a couple of times, Ronald really enjoys it.”

“I can’t,” Abigail said as she sat down across from her hugely pregnant friend.

“Yes you can! It really isn’t that hard.” Janie said, slamming her hands down on the table top. “You want to know what hard is? Heartburn radiating to my ankles and two three year olds who insist on watching Enchanted every waking hour! After the hundred and twentieth time even James Marsden’s smile and charming ways begin to grind on your nerves.”

Abigail snorted into her mug of coffee, getting the hot liquid up her nose a little. “You know you love some singing Scott Summers, Janie.” She said grabbing a napkin from the counter behind her to clean the coffee from her nose. “And that’s different. You love your girls so much that a talking chipmunk really doesn’t bother you-”
“That’s my point Abbey! I love my girls. And I know you don’t love Cliff. He’s a tool-you’ve said it before.”

“Abigail!!!” called out a voice from the other side of the break room door.

Abigail and Janie looked at one another, Janie rolled her eyes and Abigail chugged the rest of her bitter coffee. “Looks like you’ve got to run Abby. You really should get pregnant-not by Cliff though. Then you’ll get some time off and we can actually talk.”

“Thursday night, I’m free if you are.” Abigail said. “I’ll make your new favorite. Pulled pork drenched in vinegar.”

Janie laughed, getting up and buttoning her coat up, “Off course I’ll be there. Make sure you make some bangin’ coleslaw.”

“For your cravings, anything.”