Warning: Fluff. Lots and LOTS of fluff.

CH 23: Epilogue

Several months later, Will and Abigail found themselves back in Wolf Trap, Virginia. Despite Abigail's assurance that she didn't mind returning to the hospital (even though she most certainly did), Will had insisted that she come live with him and his dogs.

So now, sitting at the rectangular dining room table, Abigail continued to entertain their guests, Margot and Judy as Will shoveled snow outside.

"Does anyone want a donut?" Abigail offered.

Margot looked down at the presented box with a snort, then suddenly broke out into a wide, pleased little grin. "Hey, that reminds me… Have you ever read one of those trashy magazines in the check-out aisle?" When everyone nodded, she said, "Well one day, I was looking through some magazine articles – for sex tips, of course – and it said that putting a donut around a guy's dick during blow jobs is super popular right now. Can you believe that shit?"

Abigail made a face. "Ewww…"

"I know, right? I'd just want the donut."

Giggling, Abigail said, "Will and I would never try anything like that anyway."

"Yeah? Well I wish you would, 'cause maybe if something was in your mouth, I wouldn't have to put up with all the animal noises coming from your room. I mean, damn, how many times did you invoke God last night? Oh God, oh God, oh God! I didn't know you were so religious."

Abigail blushed, but Judy was falling against Margot in peals of laughter. When the girl moved to give a snide retort, the back door opened and emitted a cold, biting wind that she felt even through her warmly knit sweater.

"Will, close the door!" she whined.

He grinned at them, knocking the snow off his boots before stepping inside and obeying Abigail's request. "All done!" he announced. "I cleared a path behind your car, so now you're free to go."

"So in other words, you can't stand being around three gorgeous women," Margot said.

Will sidled into the room and chuckled. "No, no, I just don't want you in my house anymore."

"Will!" Abigail exclaimed, horrified.

Laughing, he shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the back of a chair. As he sat down beside Abigail, she took note of his bright, mischievous eyes and rosy, frost-nipped cheeks. He was exceptionally full of himself that afternoon.

Underneath the table, he reached over and fondly clasped her warmer hand in his, thus causing any irritation to melt away as she warmly returned the gesture.

"Sooo," Margot slyly began, "who wants to play charades? I promise I won't cheat…all that much."

Abigail felt her heart leap into her throat. Earlier that morning, she'd asked the girls to suggest the game, but now that the time had finally come, she felt anxious and excited about what she needed to share. Fortunately for her, Will seemed oblivious to her trembling.

"Sure," he agreed, "why not? I guess that means it's couple versus couple?"

Rising from the table, Abigail tried to calm her breathing as she offered, "We can…I-I mean…we'll go first."

"Alright," Will said, "but I'm warning you, Abby, I'm extremely rusty. Don't blame me if we lose."

When Margot and Judy exchanged pleased looks, Abigail ducked her head and moved toward the front of the room. As soon as all eyes were on her, she held up three fingers and nervously waited.

"Three words?"

She nodded, then looked straight to Will and pointed at herself.

"Uh…you?"

Abigail nodded again, then bit her lip before making a curved, swoopy motion over her belly.

Will's brows rose high on his head. "You think you're fat?"

"NO!"

He lurched back, stunned by the three women's explosive response.

Sighing, Abigail made the sweeping gesture yet again, but this time folded her arms in a rocking motion that made Will's heart leap.

"You…? You're…?" He swallowed, slowly rising from his chair as she stilled her movements. Now grasping her arms, he asked, "You're pregnant?"

Abigail was still pale and anxious, but she allowed a bright smile to flood across her face.

"Well, shit…"

She frowned. "Is…is that a good shit or a bad shit?"

"A good shit! …Wait, that sounds weird."

Giggling, Abigail embraced Will and allowed him to lift her into his arms, his excitement suddenly outweighing her own as he laughed and spun her into yet another hug. He urged his mouth fiercely over hers, but she squirmed away in embarrassment.

"Will, stop! I don't think Margot and Judy need all the PDA…"

He looked over at the two women and grinned. "Oh, you mean they're still here? If you ladies will excuse me, I'm about to make sweet love to my girlfriend."

"Will!"

He hefted Abigail over his shoulder and she squealed, flailing her limbs as he smacked her rump.

Margot snorted. "What, so we're getting an encore? I think we all got pregnant after last night's rutting."

Abigail covered her face and whined, feeling dizzy as Will carried her off toward their bedroom.

Judy rose and lifted a dessert box. "Do you guys need a donut?" she called after them.

When the door shut, Will finally set Abigail down and kissed her forehead. "I needed to get you alone," he explained. "I'm sorry for all the theatrics, but I just…I wanted it to be just the two of us."

Placing his hands over her stomach, he lifted her sweater until his palms were resting against bare flesh. "Is it true?" he softly asked. "Are you really pregnant?"

Abigail nodded, beaming as she placed her hands over his. "I am. Margot took me to the doctor to be sure."

"So they already knew?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to tell you in case it was a false alarm."

Will's face broke into a look of pure euphoria and he sank down to his knees, grasping her hips before nuzzling into her soft belly. As he drifted soft kisses across her skin, he suddenly paused and pressed an ear to her stomach. "I…I think I can hear him…"

Abigail laughed. "Will, that's probably just the BLT I ate. It's way too early to hear things like that now."

Will kissed her skin yet again, then reached into his pocket while taking her hand. Peering down at him in confusion, Abigail furrowed her brows and watched him place something cold into her palm.

"It's not much," Will shyly said, "but I've wanted to ask you for months now. Of course, this seems kind of cliché now that we've added a baby to the mix, but hey, I'm not complaining." He chuckled. "Thanks for upstaging me, by the way. It's kind of hard to beat baby news."

Abigail stared at him, barely able to process his words as she gaped down at the simple, modest ring twinkling in her palm. "You want to…? I mean…"

"If you don't like it, we can trade it in," Will quickly assured her. "I've never been one for picking out jewelry – especially 'the jewelry,' if you get my drift – but hey, I tried."

Abigail felt dizzy with emotion. But instead of gushing like she wanted, she laughed and teased, "Did you seriously just propose to me without actually proposing? That takes some real talent."

"Well, we've all got to be good at something." Kissing her knuckles, Will asked, "So is that a yes to my chicken shit proposal, or is that a no?"

She beamed, now sinking down to her knees so that they were gazing eye to eye. "All my life, I've wanted somewhere to belong – to find someone who'd love me for me – and even though you're a big baby when it comes to expressing how you really feel, I know I've found that somewhere and someone with you." Reaching out to cup his face, she smiled and fondly pressed her forehead to his.

"Sooo, was that a yes?"

"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, you big idiot!"

"Marry me? Who ever said anything about marriage? I was asking if you'd do me the honors of cleaning this beautiful ring I found." Avoiding her playful slap, he laughed and pulled her into his arms, bringing his mouth firmly to hers as she sighed into the kiss. Feeling more amorous, Will tried to get Abigail to recline, but she stopped him with a gentle push on his chest.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I will not have my first time as 'the future Mrs. Graham' on our cold, uncomfortable bedroom floor… We'll have to wait until they leave so we can do it on the kitchen counter."

"Oh, 'cause that's sanitary…"

She bit her lip. "You've never complained before…"

Chuckling, he nuzzled into her neck and kissed her throat. "Fair enough."

"Are you two seriously having sex while we're sitting out here?" they heard Margot call. "At least have the decency to turn on a radio!"

Lurching up in surprise, Will cleared his throat and shyly helped Abigail into a sitting position. "I guess we should go back out now… I only wanted to get you alone so I could ask, and…yeah. I've asked."

"And I've said yes," Abigail chirped, flushing with pleasure.

Will grinned. "Well, between now and…uh…forever, let's hope you won't come to your senses."

Giggling, Abigail accepted his help and the two rose from off the floor, still holding each other's hands as they re-entered the kitchen.

Margot looked up with a sneer. "Wow, that was pretty quick, as far as most quickies go."

Will soured, but Abigail laughed. "We weren't having sex… We were just…uh…" She flushed, appearing pleased and embarrassed as she leaned into Will's arm. The movement of her left hand immediately drew Judy's attention.

"Is that…?"

"Holy shit!" Margot cut in, shocked. "You actually stopped being a tightwad and bought it!"

Now it was Will's turn to blush. "I…I've always wanted to, it's just…funds were hard to come by." He felt Abigail give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You didn't need to spend a lot of money on me," she said. "I would've been perfectly happy with a fake, just so long as you meant everything you said."

"Hmph, now you tell me!"

The gravity of everything finally sunk in and Judy squealed, now rising from the table with an ecstatic clap of her hands. "Oh, I just love weddings – let us know if we can help in any way!"

Margot was smiling, but she couldn't resist throwing in one final dig. "Does this mean we'll have to put up with extra kissy faces and animal noises now?"

"I dunno," Will said, "maybe Abby and I should go back to our room and find out."

Abigail clapped a hand over her face. "Will, please…"

"See, ladies? She's practically begging me!"

Margot threw her hands up in disgust. "Alright, alright, already! We'll go! You two sure don't know the meaning of subtlety."

As the two women gathered up their belongings, Abigail leaned into Will and tried not to laugh. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "He's kind of…"

"Impatient? Horny? All of the above?" Walking over to them with a grin, Margot simultaneously embraced them both with a tight, rocking squeeze. "At least try and wait 'til we get to the car, ok? I'm still trying to forget the noises from last night."

Judy hugged them next, and then the two women left in a flurry of warmth and good cheer.

Once they were finally alone, Will turned to Abigail with a mischievous little smile. "Well, you heard Margot: once they're in the car, we're supposed to go to bed."

"Ugh, you have the most selective hearing in the world!"

"So is that a yes?"

"Well, I – hey!" Squealing, Abigail lurched as Will gathered her up into his arms, laughing at her crass remarks as he carried her off to their room.

Breathless and spent, Abigail curled against Will's side as he wrapped her up in his arms. Running her fingers down his chest, she watched the light refract off her ring and smiled, snuggling against him more securely as he kissed her hair.

"You sure know how to wear a guy out…"

"Well, you did ask for it – and repeatedly, might I add – so I felt the pressure to deliver," Abigail said, pausing to kiss his shoulder. As her lips grazed the indented, uneven bullet scar, she felt him shift while stroking her hair.

"Did you…? I mean…did you feel pressured to say yes because of the baby?"

Abigail scoffed. "Oh, please. If I wanted to leave you, I would've already done it a long time ago – trust me on that one. You're kind of unbearable sometimes."

Will grinned. "Gee, thanks." Now pressing his forehead to hers, he smiled and touched her cheek. "This is all still so surreal to me… Can you tell me the news again? That I'm going to be a dad?"

Mirroring his smile, Abigail took his hands and guided them down to her stomach, encouraging him to cup her soft skin. "You're going to be a dad," she echoed, squeezing his hands.

Will's face grew faintly pink with pleasure, then he grinned before looking up at her again. "You're going to be so fat…"

"And you're going to be black and blue if you keep it up." Kissing him softly on the mouth, she said, "I'm thinking I should do all the naming. I've heard what you have to offer, and no kid of mine is going to be named Winston."

Will chuckled. "Don't be ridiculous… His name is going to be Sir Reginald Feldspar Graham."

"Ugh, who are you? Besides, you can't name someone 'Sir'…you have to be knighted for that."

"Watch me."

Rolling her eyes, Abigail smiled and said, "Alright, I'll name the kid, but let you have the final say in the matter. How's that?"

"Fair, I guess, just so long as you let me build the little guy a swing set."

"And if 'the little guy' is actually a little girl?"

"Same thing, except I'll be adding fake tea parties to the list."

Abigail giggled. "That's a little sexist, don't you think?"

"Ok, fine…if it's a boy, I'll still add fake tea parties to the list."

Abigail's eyes suddenly grew moist and she quivered, pressing a hand to his cheek before brushing the curls back from his eyes. "Thank you…"

"For what?" Will asked, bewildered.

"For loving me when nobody else would."

Will's gaze softened and he leaned into her touch. "There'll never be anyone I love more…except maybe the baby. You two are going to have to fight for my affections."

Laughing amidst her tears, Abigail embraced Will and rested her cheek against his chest. "What'd I do to deserve you?"

"Not sure, but your peach cobbler makes you pretty marriage-worthy."

Abigail huffed. "I'm serious! All my life I've hit roadblock after roadblock, so I just…I dunno… I keep waiting to wake up and find this was all a dream."

Will threaded his fingers through her hair and stared wistfully at the ceiling. "If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same way… It's hard to believe I finally have everything I've ever wanted." Smiling, he teased, "I guess now all I have to look forward to is death…oh, and sex. Lots and lots of sex."

Abigail snorted. "Well I think someone's getting a tad ahead of himself…"

"Why? I didn't necessarily mean sex with you, you know."

Whacking him with her pillow, Abigail felt herself get wrestled against his chest and she shrieked, laughing as he tried to engage her in a kiss. As his lips sought hers, Abigail was left with a blooming warmth in her heart, the growing life in her belly, and a perfect moment she wished would never end.

A/N: DONE. FINALLY. I had sooo much trouble ending this fic, and even considered continuing because I had a fun, goofy idea for Will and Abby taking a Lamaze class together. Then I thought I could turn it into a one-shot, and then I thought NO. NO MORE. haha This was soooo fluffy, and I mainly blame that on the fact that I no longer have hope of Abigail ever having a happy ending. :( She deserves one, so this is my little gift to her. DAMN YOU, BRYAN. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CHANGE THE BOOK CANON? –sobs- Granted, Will and Abby never had a romantic relationship in the book, BUT SHE WAS STILL ALIVE AND THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME. Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who's stuck with me throughout this story, because this is much, much more than I usually write. And if you survived the fluff, maybe we can cry together about the injustice of Abigail's fate. saodhasoihdoahdohkj Ok, well…I have nothing else to add, so thanks again! I love and appreciate all of you! :)

Individual Thank Yous:

Abigill Fan: You have always been so, so sweet to me, and thank you SO much for sticking with me through this entire story! :) You're lovely! THANK YOU! I hope you enjoyed the ending, despite the super overflow of fluff! xP