When I woke up, Derek was still asleep, his grip on me tight and his face looked innocent and almost boy like. I smiled and brushed his hair out of his face.
He woke up and smiled. "Usually I don't like waking up early but you make it better." he said sitting up and stretching. I smiled back at him.
"Trying to charm me now?" I asked. He grinned back and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"You know it." he winked at me.
After we'd both showered and gotten dressed, we walked downstairs to find Abbey was gone. She'd left a note saying there was food in the fridge and she'd be back at three.
We sat down to breakfast a few minutes later but about half way through my stomach really started churning.
I got up and ran into the nearest bathroom.
After I had wretched my guts out I walked back into the other room to find Derek standing there holding my toothbrush, some toothpaste, and a glass of water.
I smiled wearily. "Thanks."
After I'd washed up from that I walked back into the room and sat down on the couch avoiding his eyes.
"Feeling better?" he asked rubbing my back and sitting down next to me.
I nodded but still didn't look up at him.
"What's wrong? Do you still feel sick?" he asked. I shook my head.
"I'm just embarrassed." I mumbled.
"Casey, you don't have to be embarrassed." he sighed turning me around so I was facing him.
I smiled at him. "Thanks..."
A week went by and I kept getting sick. We were back at our apartment ( a years worth of rent had been paid by Abbey) and then one day while I was working on a major essay something hit me.
I glanced at the calender and then it hit me. I was late. Very late. I, Casey McDonald was pregnant with my step brother's child.