Do not hate me! I'm so sorry, it's taking me forever to update Definitely Something. I mean I have the last 2 chapters. I just I don't know, it's just not perfect, ya know. I will get them up soon, though. I promise.

And yes, i do know that Casey is a bit OOC, but this is fiction right. Which -since the last time i checked- definition is COMPLETELY made up. LOL. No, it's meant that way for the story. Sorry, if it bugs you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek.

The Pages that Tell My Story

By- Laura Ferrari

Chapter 1: The Beginning of my Ending

July 30, 2009, Living Room

"Casey? Is that you?" He screeches in disbelief.

They (Mom, George, Liz, Edwin, Marti, Derek, and Trisha) were all gathered in the living room as I descended down the stairs.

Here's a little tid bit of information about me.

I don't take rejection well. Never have. I guess it probably started when my dad rejected Liz, my mom and I. So, I spend all my time obsessing over being absolutely perfect, so that – in no way – could anyone ever reject me. People want the best. And if you're the best, people will want you…

I thought.

And mostly, I was right. For years and years I was right! And it feels good to be right!

That all changed when I moved into the Venturi home – best years of my life, obviously – and met Derek Venturi. Oh, Derek. There are so many words that can describe this animal. I mean, I can't think of any off the top of my head – jerk, pervert, asshole – but, then again, I never was quick with words.

The three years I spent in the Venturi home were something else. I have never before in my life felt so powerless, so infuriated, so inferior. And do you know how hard it is to be perfect under those circumstances? Incredibly. Derek was so full of himself, it was disgusting. AND THEN to make it worse we were FORCED to move in together for college. As if it wasn't bad enough I was going to the same college as he was. That alone was just insulting.

Okay, he wasn't really that dumb, just lazy. But, our parents said something about it being cheaper, and that they couldn't be expected to pay for two college tuitions at the same time without us giving a little – to which I totally said, "um, yeah, you remember that rich father I have, right? Make him pay some freaking child support for once." Stupid feminist rules. –

Regardless, we ended up living together in the same 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment.

And this is the part where I'm supposed to go on and on about how much I couldn't stand it. How we fought and yelled and screamed, until I cried, and we almost got thrown out of the apartment complex a few times. And that's exactly how it was – for the first 3 years. But, that last year, I don't know. Something happened. We got kind of close.

So, we tried it out - us kinda-sorta being together. And it worked for a while. Everyone was real cool about it, so I didn't worry too much, but, as all good things go it has to end sometime. And it did.

But, Derek, being so gracious and all, didn't leave without leaving me something.

Oh yeah, Pregnant.

But, only he doesn't know. And we broke up in January. And he's engaged.

Yeah, try that roller coaster, big guy. You'll want to get off.

Not only am I gonna be a mother out of wedlock, I just ruined my future. OVER DEREK! That's the part that gets me. But, as of lately I've been working as an assistant at a law firm. But, I'm going on maternity leave in a few weeks. They didn't know about my being pregnant when I was hired- to be fair, neither did I, but they were totally cool about it.

I might have said something about the Baby's Daddy refusing to help me, though. I don't remember. Pregnant people have bad memories, I hear.-

But, my mom is forcing me to tell him, and to tell him it's his, when they come back from their summer in Hawaii – YEAH! I said SUMMER! (Big shot hockey player takes his fiancé of four months to Hawaii for the summer. And where did he take sorta kinda girlfriend/ step-sister/baby's mama of six months: uh huh, No where.) But, we were still on good terms and all. After we broke up – it took me three months to realize I was pregnant- we actually became really good friends. And, it's not like I wanted him back.

But, I'm still nervous. But, I guess there really is no way I can hide this. I'm huge. And he's not that dumb, he can count.

Here goes nothing.

"Yeah, hey!" I waddled - not joking. I cannot walk- over to him and Trisha and gave him a hug. He didn't return the hug for a bit (which stung) but, then awkwardly patted my back.

"You're pregnant." Derek stated, pulling my body away from his so he could see my stomach.

Here I totally wanted to say, "No, duh, Captain Obvious. Are you like on CSI?" but I didn't. I'm working on my inner calmness, in preparation for my child-to-be.

And because everyone was in the room, and they keep claiming I've been really hormonally bitchy lately.

So instead I was all, "Uh huh." And then all sing-songy, I went. "Guess what?" Tapping my index finger playfully on his nose.

Derek turned ghost pale.

Trisha - who I might add, is incredibly stupid. Sorry, I mean, who sometimes is not all there, - went. "Oh, congratulations!" Jumping up and down. "How far along are you? Have you had a baby shower yet? Can I throw you one?"

Everyone stared at her.

At times like these you really can't help what you say to stuff like that. I mean, honestly.

"Uh, okay. If you want to throw your fiancé's baby's mama's shower, go for it." Rolling my eyes.

Her eyes turned blank and she turned to Derek, who had his face covering his face in disbelief. His face was tomato red. "I don't understand."

"There's not much to understand. We had sex. One of my eggs got fertilized. And, now I'm pregnant."

Edwin- who I just noticed filming this little fiasco- was laughing his butt off, talking about prime movie footage.

Derek-finally coming back to Earth- yelled. "Are you fucking serious? Are you joking me with this?"

"No." I was prepared for angry. "I wish I was."

"And you couldn't have told me, I don't know six months ago! You thought you'd just spring it on me?"

Okay, do keep in mind that I am six months pregnant, and very, VERY emotional. "Derek, I only found out about this three months ago! Sorry you were off with you fiancé in Hawaii when I found out my period was extremely late."

"And in between the time we broke off our thing and that three months I was still here, you didn't have sex with ANYBODY!" He accused. Ouch!

I scoffed. "NO! Because unlike you I don't jump any and everyone."

"I don't jump everyone."

We were face to face now and he didn't scream that. He got really serious, and stared straight into my eyes.

"Exhibit A." I said, pointing to Trisha.

He didn't even flinch. "Don't bring Trish in this. If I jumped just anyone than how the hell did we work?"

"Um," Pointing to between the two of us. "We didn't."

"Well, what are we gonna do?" He continued staring at me. "What do you want me to do?" Him being really serious was really freaky, and kind of refreshing. I didn't actually know if he could be serious. But, it made me feel uncomfortable. Did he forget all these people were in the room watching us? 'Cause I hadn't?

"Nothing." I breathed out. He was taking this way differently than how I thought. "I was just letting you know so that when some kid comes up to you calling you 'Daddy' you won't be confused." I smiled. My attempt at a joke- to relieve the tense-ness- crashed and burned when he replied with,

"So you're keeping it?" His eyebrows scrunched up. "We're going to be parents?"

I sucked in a huge breath of air. "He's not an it, Derek. He's a human being!"

Derek sucked in his cheeks. "That's what I meant, sorry. Uh, so it's a he?"

"Or a she." I placed my hands on my stomach. "I didn't know what I was going to do up until recently, so, I didn't let them tell me."

"So you're keeping it… I mean him?" The line appeared in the middle of his forehead when he got really stressed out, and I felt bad. Sort of, but not really. I've been stressed for months.

"Yeah, I am."

It was silent for a couple of minutes, as Derek took in all this overwhelming information.

"Wait," It was normal talking tone, but it sounded really loud since it was so quiet. We all turned to look at Trisha. "I don't get it. What just happened?"

I looked from her to Derek, and rolled my eyes. "Really, Derek? Her?" And waddled away. Because how can he be with someone so dumb, let alone want to marry her. Oh, God. She's gonna be my kid's step-mom. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.