Love Unspoken

"He went to the office. What's up?" Quinn asked.

Abigail, fuming, replied, "I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind!"

Quinn quickly put Sprout down and hurried over, worried Abigail had another spat with Alexander. "What did he do this time?" she asked, her face full of concern. Seeing Quinn's worry, Abigail cooled off a bit. She pulled a box of supplements from her pocket and showed it to Quinn. "Is this what Alexander usually takes?" Quinn glanced at the box. "Nope, never seen it before. Maybe he's taking it on the sly."

Abigail shot her a suspicious look. "Really? You're not just covering for him, are you?"

"No, seriously, I have no idea," Quinn replied.

"So what's the big deal with this? Why are you so mad?" Quinn asked again.

Abigail opened her mouth, looking a bit awkward.

Just then, Alexander walked back in. Abigail had planned to confront him but suddenly couldn't find the words.

Alexander glanced at Abigail, raised an eyebrow, but said nothing and headed upstairs.

Quinn's eyes darted between them. 'What are they hiding?' she wondered.

Watching Alexander go upstairs, Quinn pulled Abigail aside and whispered, "What's going on between you two?"

Abigail stammered for a while, making Quinn even more anxious. "Did he do something?" Quinn pressed.

Feeling the pressure, Abigail finally blurted out, "It's nothing, really. It's my fault; I was too impatient."

After a moment, she sighed and pulled Quinn to sit on the couch.

She explained that she wanted to have a baby quickly and was getting anxious because it wasn't happening. So she came to ask them for advice.

"Then Alexander recommended that supplement to me, but when I took it home, Landon got furious," Abigail explained.

Quinn finally understood why Abigail was so upset. She couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic but also found it a little funny.

She coughed, trying to hold back her laughter, and said seriously, "Abigail, maybe the supplement really works."

"Landon didn't even take it. How could it work?" Abigail retorted.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be taken to work. Look at how hard Landon is trying now. Maybe you'll get pregnant soon. Isn't that another kind of success?" Quinn suggested. Abigail tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "You do have a point."

So, the supplement wasn't meant to be taken, but to motivate him? Alexander should have explained it better!

"Alright, I forgive Alexander," Abigail said, finally calming down.

Quinn nodded. "Good. Just keep trying. You'll get pregnant soon enough."

"How can we try in broad daylight? We'll talk about it tonight," Abigail said, feeling a bit better. She was worried, though, that as her mom always said, the older she got, the harder it would be to conceive. Even if she did get pregnant, the chances of complications would be higher.

Quinn comforted her, "These things take time. You can't rush it. Just stay calm and let it happen naturally."

Abigail nodded. "Alright, I get it. But I still want to go to the hospital for a check-up. Will you come with me?"

Quinn sighed, "You've only been married a few months. Don't be so anxious."

"How can I not be anxious? Look at Sprout; he can already run around, and I still have no news!" Abigail said.

Quinn had no choice. "Alright. I'll go to the hospital with you."

"Good. Let's go," Abigail said, pulling her along.

They went to the hospital together, and Quinn stuck with Abigail through a series of tests.

The results showed that everything was normal. It was just that a previous abdominal injury had slightly reduced her chances of getting pregnant, but it wasn't a major issue. The doctor also prescribed a bunch of folic acid for her to take.

After the check-up, Abigail felt relieved.

Quinn said, "See, I told you not to stress out. You need to stay calm and positive to get pregnant. The more anxious you are, the harder it will be."

Abigail nodded. "Alright, I get it. Let's go back. Thanks for coming with me."

Quinn shook her head. "Why are you thanking me? Didn't you always help me before?"

"Alright, let's not talk about the past. Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner," Abigail said.

Quinn smiled and walked out of the hospital with her. They had spent almost the entire day there, and by the time they finished dinner, it was already late. Quinn was still thinking about Sprout. The last time she was away for so long, Sprout got sick. Now, even being away from home for a little while made her uneasy.

When they got home, Sprout wasn't causing any trouble. He was sitting in the sandbox, playing with a plastic shovel. She couldn't understand what was so fun about the sand. Alexander was sitting in a chair next to him, working on his laptop.

"I'm back," Quinn said as she walked over and squatted in front of Sprout, who ignored her and continued shoveling sand to the other side.

She looked up at Alexander. "Are you guys always this busy?" she asked.

"The boss can slack off, but if the employees do too, the company will go under," Alexander replied while typing away on his keyboard.

Quinn smirked. "I never wanted to be the boss in the first place. You insisted on giving it to me. Why don't you take it back? Then you can be the boss and slack off."

Alexander chuckled. "Are you trying to find a loophole?"

Quinn shrugged and pointed at Sprout nearby. "Why don't you make him the boss? Look, he's the one who's really slacking off."

"The company is yours; it's up to you," Alexander said.

Quinn was taken aback. "What do you mean it's mine? You have a say too."

Alexander didn't respond, clearly busy. To avoid disturbing him, Quinn suggested he go work in the study.

She picked Sprout up from the sandbox and called Briar to clean up the area.

Quinn took Sprout and Brandy out for a walk to burn off their energy so they would sleep well at night.

It was getting colder, and it was starting to rain more frequently in Amber Bay. The temperature was dropping as the weather cooled.

Quinn looked for last year's winter clothes, only to find that none of them fit anymore.

She held the small clothes up to Sprout and realized how much he had grown.

Brandy had also outgrown last year's clothes.

They needed new clothes again. Quinn folded all their clothes and packed them into separate boxes, so whether Abigail had a boy or a girl, they could use them. Baby clothes seemed almost disposable; they outgrew them so quickly. There was no need to buy so many.

Some people even borrowed clothes for their kids online, saying that hand-me-downs were healthier.

Seeing how healthy Brandy and Sprout were, rarely getting sick, it seemed like a good idea to pass the clothes on to Abigail.

As it rained outside, Quinn watched Brandy and Sprout play with their toys in the living room, feeling a bit dazed.

Abigail came over again and saw Quinn sitting there in a daze as soon as she walked in.

"Quinn, what are you doing?" Abigail asked.novelbin

Quinn snapped out of it and looked up at Abigail. "Taking care of the kids. Why are you here? Isn't it raining outside?"

"Yeah, I was bored, so I came to hang out with you," Abigail replied.

Abigail's hair had grown longer, and she could now tie it into a ponytail. She wasn't wearing her usual flashy clothes, just a simple sweater and coat. "Where's Landon?" Quinn asked.

"He's at work," Abigail said.

Quinn was surprised. "He's working again? Which factory this time?"

"Not a factory. He's selling coffee now," Abigail said, sounding resigned. "Let him do his thing. He'll stop once he's had enough."

"You guys can't seem to stay idle. Always looking for something to do. Alexander has been going to the office every day too," Quinn noted.

Abigail retorted, "It's them. Look at me; I'm practically going crazy from boredom."

Abigail used to paint, but now that she was trying to conceive, she couldn't be around paint.

Unfortunately, she still hadn't gotten pregnant. She couldn't help but say, "Maybe there's something wrong with Landon. Should I take him for a check-up?" Quinn sighed. "I told you not to rush. You're still so anxious."

"But it's been almost six months. Christmas is coming. How can I not be anxious?" Abigail said.

"I read online that having sex too frequently isn't good either," Quinn said.

Abigail fell silent, and Quinn was shocked. "You guys aren't doing it every day, are you?"

Abigail waved her hand to interrupt her. "Of course not. We're not machines. What are you thinking?"

"I thought Landon was in such good shape," Quinn replied.

"Let's not talk about this. Christmas is coming. Where are you planning to spend it?" Abigail asked.

Quinn hadn't thought about it much, and there were still a couple of months until Christmas.

"We'll see when the time comes. What about you guys?" Quinn asked.

"It's simple for us. We'll go home and spend it with our parents," Abigail said.

Quinn and Alexander didn't have parents, so it would probably just be the two of them.

They had been back from the island for several months now. She wondered how things were over there. She wanted to spend Christmas with Calvin. They had never spent a proper Christmas together.

That evening, when Alexander came back, Quinn brought it up. If it wasn't possible, they could invite Calvin over to spend Christmas with them.

Alexander said, "Let's go there. He doesn't have proper identification now, so it's inconvenient for him to travel."

"Really? Then what about Sprout and Brandy?" Quinn asked.

"Let's take them with us. Everything is pretty much set up over there. Besides, it's just for a few days, not a permanent move. It won't be a problem," Alexander assured her. Quinn nodded. "Alright, then we'll take them with us."

She couldn't bear to leave the two kids behind. If they could go, she had nothing to worry about. There would be more people over there, and Christmas would be lively. Quinn couldn't help but feel a bit excited.