Abigail Stardew Valley Age Novels & Stories

look. "You were the best ever the other night, darlin'." "Please. I just lost control the other night, Pete—egged on by what we were hearing Martha and Thaddeus do." He was licking his lips, giving her a dreamy look, and running the palms of his hands around his torso. "Look, this just won't do, Pete," Abegail said in a husky whisper. "I'm too old for you to be one. I'm thirty-three and a widow already. You need someone younger, someone closer to your age."

Abigail moved to touch me, but I backed away, she frowned but didn’t push it. “How old were you when you had me?” I asked, still in disbelief. “I was twenty.” “Isn’t that old for this time?” I asked, confused. In school, I remember being told some girls married as young as fourteen. She shook her head, “No. I was adopted by a puritan family after mine had been killed and puritans marry for love and getting married in your twenties is quite common.” “I see, so who is my father?”

Abigail's POV My name is Abigail Jones, I'm 21 years old. I have brown eyes and plump lips. Here I am sitting in church with a forced smile on my face as I watch my mom getting married to someone who is not my dad. Don't get me wrong, I am happy for her but the problem is the man she is getting married to has a son and he has been a pain in my ass since grade school.

She smiled but remained silent. Xander said, "Put your phone away." Esther responded, "No." Xander then turned his head to look at Abigail and said, "Make a call now and freeze all her cards." Esther was turning twenty-three years old soon, and she was already an adult. Xander was going to freeze all her cards for playing on her phone. So, Abigail felt that Xander was controlling Esther as though she was a little kid. She thought that he was being a little too strict. But, she still did not interfere. She respectfully said, "Okay."

I fix pancakes as Charlie and Abigail take a bath, the entire family is in the kitchen when Abigail runs into the kitchen, she skids to a stop and looks around, then darts straight to Ava. Ava hugs her tightly, "Abi Dabi," she squeals, "I'm so happy your back." Ava's 10 and she adores Abi, the only other girl. Abi stands at the table and waves at her boy cousins who all smile at her. Gabe, the Gamma heir, pouts, "so what I don't get a hug, munchkin," he stands and walks over to her.

"I thought you wanted more?!" Abigail got herself together and rose to her full height, easily towering over Mabel by a feet and some inches. She sighed and stared down at Mabel, her amusement disappearing all together. "I am sixty-two years old. Unmarried and childless. I am dissatisfied with my life, not necessarily my job because despite how hard I work, there's no one to go back home to. All the money and wealth I have accumulated will be inherited by my sister's children. So being Luna, is the furthest thing from my mind."

It was only now that she was so intrigued that's why I was so surprised. Couldn't Candy have said that? I simply shook my head. Even though she has a talkative mouth, she can't drop me like that. "Don't make me look like fool here, you child. I wasn't born yesterday just to believe on your lame excuses." She stared at me with wide eyes. "I know where your pockets go, Abigail. How old are you? You're only eighteen, and you want to get into a relationship?! You want to get pregnant in no time, aren't you?"

I fall back into my chair staring at her, “Brooklyn, you can't be the Gamma Felmale until you're 18, so what's the rush.” Brooklyn stands next to Momma’s chair, “I know how old I am Alpha Abigail, and at what age I can claim my title," she shrugs, “if you don't want my help unofficially that's up to you and Alpha Christov, but you or no one else can stop me from claiming what is mine.”

"Calm down babe, it's too early to get drunk." She rolled her eyes, setting her cup then swam up to me. "Should we play truth or dare?" She asked me. Noah replied instead, "Aren't we too old for that Juvenile game?" "Noah you're just twenty-five. I won't call that old." She said. "Twenty-six in few months. It is old." "Whatever, Noah. Let's vote. All in favour of Truth or dare?" Val raised his hand, "I'm in for a game. It's been a while since I played that."

Leah said, agreeing. "It's quite surprising though," I said as I rubbed my chin. "Being so supercilious and conceited, isn't it odd that he's alright with us addressing him as 'Mister'?" "That's definitely a fair argument," Leah muttered. "I also found out his age!!" Abigail wiggled her eyebrows. "Ooo! That's useful information," I said, eager to get my hands on this. "He's 29!" "Already!?" I almost screamed.