Title: Years
Chapter: Four
Couple: Casey/Cappie
Fandom: Greek
Words: 1,388
Rating: PG-13
Absent mindedly, your right hands flies to your neck to play with Cappie's letters before you remember that you've upgraded to a diamond ring.
It's been a year since Cappie proposed to you. In a closet. Wearing a cowboy hat. And boxers. But it's Cappie and you wouldn't have expected anything less than that. Frannie may have gotten a fancy dinner at a French restaurant in Boston but you wouldn't trade your proposal for anything, except maybe an opportunity to fix sophomore and junior year of college.
But as your mom always said, the choices and mistakes you make now make you who you are tomorrow. And you realize that if you hadn't broken up with Cappie freshman year, you wouldn't be who you are today and Cappie wouldn't be who he is today.
You stopped wearing his Greek letters in February after he proposed. The catalyst for this decision was mostly because of the fact that people in the urban planning department of Chicago's city hall, and the whole place in general, assumed that a lavaliere meant you were in college and could be sent out to buy coffee. You love what you do, especially the whole urban renewal part because it means that you and Cappie can eat out at restaurants amongst Chicago's neighborhoods all in the name of research. Of course, it also means that you and Cappie could never move out of the city.
But right now urban renewal is the farthest thing from your mind. Instead you're standing in the drugstore a block away from your apartment deciding if spending the extra four dollars for Clear Blue is worth it. You never realized how expensive pregnancy tests are before. Of course, you've never had a reason the buy one before.
Nows about the time you wish Ashleigh didn't live in Los Angeles. Or that Frannie doesn't live in Boston. Or, even, Rebecca doesn't live in Seattle.
It still kind of weirds you out that Rebecca and your brother are dating but you're not one to criticize affairs of the heart anymore.
And you and Cappie have made a few friends in Chicago and you love Wade's girlfriend Lily but you don't feel comfortable telling them that you think you might be pregnant. Hell, you don't even feel comfortable telling Cappie that you think you might be pregnant.
Giving up, you grab the Clear Blue figuring that if you are pregnant than it will just be the first of many expenses you can classify as baby expenses on Quicken tonight. And if you're not, than it's the best money you ever spent. At the check out counter you refuse to look the pimply teenage boy in the face and throw the plastic bag away in the trash can on your way out. Instead, you shove the test into your purse and hurry home hoping that you can take it before Cappie wakes up.
--
"Hey, where've you been?" Cappie asks you as you open the door to your apartment. He's sitting on the couch eating a bowl of Coco Puffs watching The Today Show with Lester Holt and Amy Robach.
"Uh, running," you offer and he looks at you dubiously.
"In that?" He asks and you glance down at your outfit. Jeans, one of his t-shirts, and ballet flats. Not exactly running attire.
"I just needed some air, 'kay?" You snap back at him. You didn't mean for it to sound as harsh as it did and you can tell Cappie's just the slightest bit hurt before he regains his composure.
"Sure," he mumbles and goes back to eating his Coco Puffs.
"I might be pregnant," you blurt out and his freezes, spoon in midair. Dropping it back into the bowl, he places the chipped, white bowl onto to the coffee table and turns to look at you.
"Say something," you urge, tears starting to form behind your eyes.
"You're pregnant?" He asks you and you nod you head, biting your lip, tears in your eyes.
"You're pregnant," he says softly and you break down into tears. Before you realize what's happening, his arms are around you and he's inhaling the scent of your shampoo.
"That's great, Case," he mumbles in your ear and you shove him away.
"No, it's not," you retort while fuming and crying at the same time. "This wasn't in our plans."
"So?" He asks you. "Case, I learned long ago that our relationship and plans don't mix."
And you kind of have to hand it to him there. He reaches up and cups your chin with his right hand.
"Case, we're going to be parents," he tells you and his enthusiasm is intoxicating, so much that you can't help the small smile that slips onto your face before you can stop yourself. "We're going to be mom and dad."
"I…" you trail off knowing that you need to come clean, tell him you haven't taken the test yet before he whips out his cell phone and begins calling everyone you know. "I haven't taken the test yet."
"Oh," Cappie mumbles. "Did you go buy one?"
For some reason, you can't look him in the eye as you nod your head yes.
"And what? You were just going to take it before I woke up? Because I'm not mature?"
His voice is full of accusation, full of venom, so much that you feel like you've been slapped. You had meant that comment from last night about his choice of Spiderman shaped macaroni and chesse for dinner as a joke. You hadn't expected him to spit it back at you in the way he did.
"Cap," you start, you voice sounding distinctively like begging that it makes you pause long enough for him to pull you back into the mold of his body without you complaining.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles into your hair and you bury your head into his chest.
"I'm sorry too," you mumble back into his soft t-shirt. You stand there for a few seconds before Cappie pulls himself away from you and you look up at him with a twinge of fear in your eyes.
"So, I know how much you love getting tests out of the way, why don't you take it now?" He asks you, his eyes searching for the happy Casey you were last night.
"Okay," you reply, setting your purse on the counter and digging out the test.
"The most sophisticated piece of technology you'll ever pee on," he tells you, quoting from the Clear Blue ad and if he wasn't in advertising, you'd say that he watches too much television.
--
You two sit on the bed in silence, his eyes locked on yours waiting for the alarm on your cell phone to go off. And when it does, you both jump out of your skin slightly.
"I can't look," you tell him and he nods his head like he understands.
"I'll do it," he says jumping off the bed and heading into the small bathroom that doesn't have enough countertop space. You can't watch and instead you grad one of the pillows from behind you and bury your head into it.
"Case," Cappie says shaking your shoulder so you turn and look at him, head still resting on the pillow in your lap. "You're not pregnant."
His voice is so full of disappointment it almost makes you wish you were. So much that you break out into a fresh round of tears.
"Hey, Casey," he says and you feel the bed dip besides you and his hand pull you towards him so your head is resting half on his leg and half on the pillow. He doesn't say anything for a while, just runs his fingers through your blonde hair until your sobs subside.
"I thought you didn't want to be pregnant," he tells you and you roll over so your lying on your back, your head in his lap and your feet hanging over the edge.
"I don't," you reply. "But you do."
"And have to share you? No way," he says and you smile at his joke. "Besides, you really think I would get you pregnant before we rectify this whole living in sin thing?"
You're laughing now because you can't help it and Cappie's smile matches your own.
"And, Miss Cartwright, when are we getting married?"
