Rebecca sighed. "We'll figure it all out. Okay?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Probably."
"Don't tell Whyatt. I'm afraid if he finds out I have a record….."
"It's just between us."
Casey nodded. "Thanks."
Later that night, Whyatt and Casey were the only ones home. Everyone else went to Benjamin's baseball practice.
Whyatt and Casey sat on the couch watching television.
"Hey, we're home alone." Casey said smiling.
"We are." Whyatt said.
"So?"
"So?"
"It's been awhile." She said.
Whyatt bit his lip. "Yeah." He finally said.
"Something wrong?"
"Of course not."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I like this show." Whyatt said, lying out of his teeth.
Casey turned off the television, and sat on Whyatt's lap their faces towards each other. "But that show doesn't involve our hands on each other."
Whyatt began to breathe heavily.
"Come on." She said beginning to kiss him.
After a few minutes, the two of them were downstairs, kissing on Whyatt's bed.
Casey, still sitting on Whyatt's lap slowly removed her shirt and tossed it to the side. Whyatt gleamed as he saw her begin to remove her bra.
Whyatt laid her down on the bed, while kissing her mouth, neck, and chest, while his hands removed both their pants and underwear.
Once they were done, they laid next to each breathing heavily.
"You two, get your clothes on, and meet me in my room. NOW!" Rebecca, who had been sitting at the top step leading to the basement, for what appeared to be a considerable amount of time yelled.
Erica was sitting on the couch in the living room with Benjamin, Montgomery, and Daniel.
Rebecca stormed by with smoke coming out of her ears.
"Something wrong?" Erica asked.
"Oh, only the fact that I caught…." She stopped herself as she realized Daniel was in the room, who she was sure knew a few things about sex, but didn't want to have to have that conversation if he didn't.
As Erica saw Casey and Whyatt walk by with their heads hung, she put it together.
"Need my help?" Erica asked.
"I don't think so. Your Dad will need to know though." Rebecca said.
"No!" Whyatt said. "He'll kill me!"
"No, he won't."
"Really?" Whyatt asked, surprised.
"Yeah. Because I'm going to do it for him!" She yelled. "March! Both of you!" She said pointing upstairs.
Rebecca, Whyatt and Casey all sat in Rebecca's room.
"This is probably the stupidest move you two have ever made!" She yelled.
"I know." Whyatt said.
"I know." Casey said.
"and yet, somehow I don't think you do."
"What's the big deal, you had Benjamin as a teenager?" Whyatt asked.
"First, I was impregnated by a rape, which is completely different. Second, before you ask…yes, I had sex with your Dad before we got married. Third, WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT ME!"
"I don't feel like you have the authority to yell at us about sex as teens, and sex before marriage, when you did both of them." Whyatt said coldly.
"I do have the authority, because I'm the authority figure right now!"
"Whatever." He said. "I don't regret having sex, and I guarantee I'll have it again. There's not a damn thing you can do to stop it!" Whyatt yelled, and storming out of the room; running into Henry, who was listening at the door.
"Man-cave, now." Henry demanded.
Whyatt sighed and slowly followed his Dad.
Rebecca looked at Casey, who had started to cry. She sat next to her, and held her.
"Hey, it's okay." Rebecca said.
"No. It's not."
"Are you pregnant?" She asked.
"No. Whyatt uses condoms, and I'm on the pill."
"Neither of those are effective all the time. But, I feel like I should tell you; if you ever do get pregnant. We'll make it work. Okay?"
Casey nodded. "I don't like having sex."
"Then why have it?"
"Because if I don't, Whyatt won't love me."
"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, if you talk to him."
Casey nodded.
"Answer me something, truthfully; you won't get in trouble."
Casey nodded.
"Was it your idea or his?"
Casey sighed and began to cry again. "Mine."
"Okay. Answer me one more question."
Casey nodded.
"Your father did more than hit you, didn't he?"
Casey nodded. "And my Mom never stopped him."
"Wanna tell me about it?"
"What's to tell? My father and his friends thought I was object. Hell, I guess my mom did too. Since she not only participated in smacking me around, but she didn't stop my father and his friends from doing what they did."
"Do you think you're an object?"
"Sometimes."
"I promise you. You are so much more than an object."
"Maybe. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"When you pick me up from the school office, a couple times, you called me your kid."
"And?"
"Do you really think of me like that?"
"Everyday."
