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Each chapter begins with a flashback. Flashbacks are in italics. Enjoy!
Flashback:
"Derek, I'm pregnant," Casey muttered as she sat on his bed. She was staring at the floor the whole time, off in space. The words just managed to find themselves out of her pouty lips.
"What?" Derek asked. Did he hear her right? His whole body went numb. Casey only nodded, keeping her eyes fixated on the floor in front of her.
"Five positive pregnancy tests and two blood tests from two different doctors," she slowly spoke, finally looking up at him. His face was solid, his mouth set in a straight line. After what seemed like 50 years, Casey spoke up. "D, say something, please." Derek's mouth opened, but nothing came out.
"Are you going to keep it?" Derek uttered quietly, his eyes moving from her face to her abdomen. Casey leaned forward, her arms resting on her knees.
"That's kind of a two person decision. Mom and dad," she said.
"Oh, so if I decide I didn't want the kid, you'd just get rid of it? Or Vice Versa?" Derek didn't mean to snap at her, but how she seemed so relaxed about their situation angered him. Casey flipped out about the smallest things, but when it came to something as big as bringing a child into the world, she was so calm.
"No, Derek. I'm going to do what I want to do, regardless. I just figured I'd get your input. Possibly secure my decision," Casey retorted, leaning back onto his bed propping herself on her elbows.
"And what is your decision?" Derek asked. He was leaning up against the wall in the small bedroom of his apartment. Casey stayed quiet for a minute, chewing her lip. She had never said her decision out loud. So she leaned up, took a deep breath, and looked him square in the eye.
"I want to keep it."
Present:
"You're doing great Casey, keep pushing," Nora Venturi encouraged as she watched her eldest daughter give birth to her first grandchild. Casey groaned through gritted teeth before relaxing for a few seconds, breathing heavily.
"Excellent Casey, get ready to push again. One more big push," the doctor instructed, his hands getting ready to deliver the soon to be youngest person in the world. Casey leaned her head back on her pillow, letting out a painful and exhausted cry. She looked up at her child's father, her eyes pleading with him.
"I can't do it, D, I just can't do it," she cried to him, her eyes closing as a few salty tears rolled down her cheeks. She was really regretting passing on the epidural when it was offered. Her cheeks were flustered red, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. Derek Venturi gripped her hand harder, leaning down to whisper into her ear.
"You can do it Case, I know you can. You're so strong and proud, I know you can do this," he spoke softly to her before pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. You're almost there, we're going to meet our baby." This seemed to be the motivation Casey needed, she opened her baby blue water eyes and gave him a nod. She looked at the doctor, taking a deep breath when he motioned and began to push again.
"That's it Case, 10…9…8…7…" he began to count down as the child's head slipped into his hands. He grabbed the babe's shoulders, pulling out a newborn baby girl. "It's a girl!" With this announcement, he gave the baby a small smack on the bum and her cry pierced the room. He immediately placed the baby on Casey's chest, allowing the new mother to look at her daughter.
"You did it Casey! Baby, you did it," Derek smiled wide at his crying daughter, his own brown eyes beginning to form with tears. His hand went out to softly touch his daughter's fingers. He looked over to Casey with a smile on his face, but it quickly dropped when he noticed her comatose state. "Casey?"
The next few moments were a blur to him. One of the many monitors above their heads began to beep in a panicked tone. His newborn's daughter scream seemed to move away as the nurse picked her up and carried her away. More nurses swarmed Casey, one beginning to pull at Derek. All he could do was stand in shock, watching the scene unfolding in front of him.
