Wow…Guys, I got a lot of names from you. And I thank you all for the names. But I'm giving special thanks to the people I picked names from. (Except for this one) Five (?) of you gave me the name Athena for one of the god/goddess names I asked for for the Rave/Apollo babies. I am going to us the name if we decide to keep the little girl I have the name in mind for. There are a lot of other names for Goddesses I got from you guys and I am debating on which two to pick for the twins in that litter (Right now I'm calling them Thing 1 and Thing 2.) and the other two that don't have names yet. But their brothers are Fred and Apollodorus. Not really going along with the theme but whatever.

Anyways, I wanted to thank aStormatMidnight, burning, ShauneeCole and JoshRamsay (I've already named one with a name you gave me. Ahna'Vey. She's a solid black and as of right now we are definitely going to keep her. (I wouldn't have named her that if we weren't going to keep her.)…I named one of my World of Warcraft characters that too, I hope you don't mind, because it's a really awesome name.) So thank you all so very much for the names.

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Enjoy. And sorry I don't have a song for this chapter. Italic part is when she is with her dad.

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Six Weeks

Chloe POV- Thursday Afternoon- 5:30 p.m.

I slid the key into the lock turned it, wondering if the familiar click was as loud as I thought. I knew Derek would hear me come in no matter what but I didn't want to make as much noise as normal. My hope was that Derek was engrossed in some project, book, or television show so maybe, just maybe, he would hear me come in but not pay very much attention.

I was wrong.

I pushed the door open and he was standing right in front of me, telephone in hand. I could tell as soon as I closed the door that he was going to hand me the phone, ask where I was and then tell me to call my dad.

I already beat him to the punch on the last one.

"Before you say anything, put the phone down. After my appointment I got lunch then went to his house and told him face to face."

He looked dumbstruck for a moment before he offered me a half smiled. "Oh, well what did he say?"

"A lot."

"Good? Bad? Indifferent?"

"All three. Which do you want to hear about first?"

"Start with the bad and work up to the good."

Since the conversation between my dad and I actually went from the bad to the good, I didn't have to tell him anything out of order.

My appointment had been at noon and the doctor had told me that I was about six weeks. So, not very far along but far enough for them to be able to tell that I was pregnant. While I was eating lunch at Panera, I thought about what that meant and how much hell I was going to inevitably put Derek through in the next eight months, taking a little bit of time off of that of course.

When I got back in my car, before I even started it, I called my dad to see if he was busy. Since he wasn't so busy that I couldn't stop by to talk for a little bit, I decided to drop by and tell him. Face to face. Daughter to father. Scared little girl to clueless man.

The closer I got to his house the harder my heart was beating. By the time I was walking up to the front door, I thought I was going to pass out.

We'd never been extremely close, my dad and I, and that was part of what was making me so nervous. Sure, after I came home he tried to spend more time with me. Tried to learn about what was going on in my life but it was never easy, especially because he was still leaving for his business trips all the time. So much of my life went by with him even knowing it.

He'd never met Simon or Derek. Rae or Tori. He'd heard about them from me but there was only so much I could tell him without revealing everything that had happened with the Edison Group. I'd said I would tell him everything, but I didn't. I'd glazed it over. Given him the PG version. I didn't say anything about what I was, or what Derek, Simon, Rae or Tori were. I'd thought about what Aunt Lauren would have told me to tell him or what Derek would have said to tell him and that's what I told him.

Of course that made it just that much harder to talk to him but I got through it.

But could I get through this?

It seemed simple. Knock on the door, once he opened it say hi and smile. Give him a hug if he wanted one. And then just tell him. More often than not, the things that seem simple at first are the hardest.

I climbed the front porch steps and knocked on the door then I just stared at my feet until he opened the door. I looked up at him and smiled. I didn't think he noticed that it was a nervous smile. When I stepped into the house he gave me an awkward hug then pulled back to look at me.

"It feels like it's been forever since I've seen you."

"Well, it's been about eight months."

He nodded. "I know. Today was a good day for you to stop by. I'll be leaving for about a month in two days."

"Oh." I tucked a strand of hair behind my right ear. "You might not consider it such a good idea later." I mumbled.

"What was that?" he said ushering me into the living room.

"Nothing." I said quickly, sitting in an overstuffed armchair. "There is a reason I stopped by today though." I wiped my palms on my pants leg and moved my left hand so that my ring was clearly visible if you looked.

"Oh. What reason would that be?"

He sat on the couch adjacent to me and then looked me up and down like he couldn't believe I was sitting right in front of him. I didn't really believe it either. Family get togethers, small though they may be, weren't something we were really into. But he looked at me and I mean really looked at me.

He grabbed my hand. "Chloe, explain."

"What is there to explain?"

"This is an engagement ring, so clearly you're engaged. But to who?"

I sighed and pulled my hand back. "Do you remember Derek?"

"The name seems familiar, though I can't place a face with the name."

"You've only seen him once. Five years ago when I was dropped off after-"

"Oh, right. That is the only time I've ever seen any of those friends. Even then I was inside the house until they left."

"But he was there. That's the only time you've ever seen him so I didn't really expect you to place a name with a face you are unfamiliar with."

"Okay. So which one is Derek again?" he said closing his eyes like he was trying to picture that day and my friends again.

"Really tall, black hair, looks grumpy ninety percent of the time."

His eyes flew open. "He's not a nasty person is he?"

I started at him, my face expressionless. "Do you really think I would be with someone who treated me badly or who was just a dirt bag in general?"

He looked at me apologetically and shrugged, thus proving how little he truly knew about me.

"Well, as long as he's good to you I don't really have a problem with this. But I do have to meet him. Of course it won't be until I come back but we will have to set something up. Maybe we could have dinner or something. Do you have an idea for when you are going to be getting married?"

I shook my head. "Not yet and dinner would be a good idea. But this isn't the only thing I had to tell you today."

"Oh. Well, what else is there?" he said. Then he stared at me, waiting for me to continue.

I took a deep breath. He took the engagement rather well, at least he seemed to. How would he react to the next bit of news?

"Chloe, what is it?"

"I'm…" I bit my lip. "I'm pregnant."

For a moment he just stared. You would have thought I had just jumped up and slapped him for no reason. There was no other way to describe the way he was looking at me.

"You're pregnant?" he said slowly, like he was processing what I had told him.

I nodded.

"You're pregnant?" And then he exploded. He didn't yell but it was one of those moments where you know someone is mad because of the lack of emphasis on their words. They are just that upset, that they almost can't yell. "Chloe, how could you let this happen? Is that why you are going to be getting married? You're only twenty."

"You say that like I'm a little child or like I'm not even out of high school yet! Don't be so condescending. No, that's not the reason we're getting married. I love Derek, dad. I have for the past five years. The day they pulled away from this house a part of my heart went with them. With him. I didn't let this happen. It was an accident."

"An accident?" he rubbed his hands over his face. "What is the point of sex ed if things like this still happen?" he grumbled. I'm pretty sure it was meant to be to himself, but I heard him.

"Dad!"

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I knew. Chloe, how can you afford a wedding and a baby? There is no way you'll be able to keep it."

I glared at him and stood. "It's my life. I can do what I please. We will find some way to make everything work. If you aren't going to offer me any support with this, then I'm leaving now and I'm not looking back."

He stood but didn't say anything. I groaned in frustration and left the room. I had opened the front door about a foot before I felt his hand on my shoulder.

I turned, fighting back tears. "What?"

He swallowed. "I'm sorry about that. That was just unexpected. An engagement and telling me you're pregnant." He sighed. "That's just a lot to take in at once. But you are so young Chloe. I wish some of this would have waited a few more years at least."

I gave him a sad smile. "Most things in life never go as planned."

"That's definitely the truth."

"So, are you okay with all of this?"

"Yes. No. Hell if I know. I guess I have to be if I still want to be a part of your life. The idea is going to take some time to get used to." He scratched his head. "How far along? Or do you not know."

"Six weeks. Just found out today."

"And how long have you and Derek actually been together?"

"Um, seven weeks?"

"Chloe!"

"But we are saying five years. It's like our souls were connected in a long distance relationship we didn't know about."

He gave me a droll stare.

"Don't look at me like that. I know it sounds crazy but it's the truth."

He sighed. "I guess I can't stop you from this can I?" He shook his head and smiled. "Well, I guess if you two really do love each other like you say then I can't have a problem with it. He makes you happy right?"

I nodded. "Very."

He looked at me sadly. "Okay. How about I call you as soon as I come home and that week we have dinner and I actually meet this Derek guy?"

I smiled. "That sounds perfect. Thanks dad." He gave me a slightly less awkward hug than the one earlier. "So, see you in a month?" I said, my hand back on the door.

He nodded. "A month. Bye Chloe."

"Bye."

"He is right about one thing." Derek said. I headed off down the hall to our bedroom and he followed.

"And that is?" I asked removing my jacket and dropping it on the bed. I sat down and pulled my gray ankle boots off too.

"We are a little young for all of this."

I shrugged. "I know. But like I told him, we'll find a way to make all of this work out in the end." I stood, unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. I tossed them in the dirty clothes basket and rummaged around my dresser for a pair of more comfortable pants. Derek picked up my jacket and hung it up in the closet then moved my boots aside so I wouldn't trip over them.

"Changing your shirt too?"

I laughed and turned to look at him with a mischievous grin. I was only wearing a simple black tank top. "No. Should I?"

"I'm not complaining."

"Then definitely not." I said still smiling. I turned back to the dresser.

He appeared next to me with a pair of shorts. I raised a questioning eye brow and smirked.

"No." I said. "I was thinking something along the line of pants."

"These are pants. They are just really short pants."

I pulled a pair of gray sweatpants out of the drawer. "I was looking for something like this."

I pulled them on and then took his hand and led him from the room.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Stupid question, huh?"

Another nod.

"Chinese work for you? I don't really feel like cooking."

"I could cook instead."

I smiled. "Or we could just be lazy."

"I don't know."

"Think about it Derek. We could order it and have it delivered which would mean we have at least half an hour to just sit here." I stood on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear. "Wouldn't that be fun?" I kissed his neck and took a step back.

"Get the phone."

I laughed and went to grab the telephone from the kitchen.

"What am I ordering?" I called.

"Whatever you want for yourself, shrimp fried rice for me and an order of spring rolls."

I opened the drawer where I kept all the restaurant menus and found the one for the Chinese restaurant a few blocks away. I dialed the number and ordered what Derek had said plus chicken lo mein for me.

"I'd meant to ask you earlier-" I said walking back into the living room after I ordered our food. "What did Simon, Kit and Andrew say when you called them?"

Derek was sitting on the couch waiting for me.

"Well, my dad said he would tell Andrew so I don't know what he thinks but Simon and my dad are both going to support whatever decisions we make no matter what they are. Of course you know they were shocked to hear about you being pregnant." He shrugged.

"Of course. At least we have their full support. Rae, Tori and my dad all asked when the wedding was going to be. Any ideas?"

"As soon as possible. Preferably before you have the baby."

An image of me in a wedding dress, pregnant and as big as a house flashed through my mind.

"Really, really soon then."

He nodded. "I prefer that our child isn't born out of wedlock."

I bit my lip. "Yeah. So we should probably work on planning that sometime soon."

"But not tonight." He said pulling me into his lap.

I straddled his legs and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Yeah. Not tonight."

He kissed me, slow and sweet at first but gaining intensity and passion when I curled my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands were locked on my hips, preventing me from going anywhere, not that I would have.

He left my lips to leave a blazing trail of kisses down my jaw line and neck, heading to the neckline of my shirt. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. His hands slid under my shirt and up my back. He gently pulled me forward so he could capture my lips again.

Someone knocked at the door.

"Earlier than I thought." I breathed.

"Damn." Derek growled.

I ran my finger over his lower lip. "We can always continue later." I gave him a kiss that said what I had just told him was a promise and slid off his lap to answer the door. He grabbed his wallet so he could pay.

A few minutes later I was sitting on his lap again. This time he was feeding me a bite of his fried rice. We took turns feeding each other until I couldn't eat anymore. Then I let Derek polish off the food that was left.

I looked up at him. "Now, about that promise…" I said with a smile.

Enough of a Chlerek moment for those who said there needed to be more?

We didn't really get to find out all that much about her dad other than he was gone a lot so I kind of just made his character up as I went along. Hope it turned out okay.

Chapter 11 Request (It seems like I have a lot of requests nowadays, huh?): I need some songs. One for this chapter and…well, other chapters too. I guess for the following chapters you guys are just going to have to read them when they get put up and tell me song ideas because I am pulling up blanks and I've had a song/quote for every chapter so I want to keep doing that. So if you can think of a song for this chapter or a quote or something that would be super. Sorry I ask so much of my readers. :/ Oh and I have a question too. How many of my glorious readers listen to/like Shakira? Just curious. I wrote like 75% of this chapter listening to her songs. The other 25% listening to country.

Oh, and a little less than a month ago it was a year since I started my first fanfic story…I've come such a long way since then. Like, no joke, I cringed when I looked at that story again.

Anyways, I hope this chapter was better than the last few have been. Thanks for reading. Reviews would be fantabulous.

*A new chapter of the rest of my stories and probably this one will be posted on Thursday and Friday of this week. I swear. I have nothing to do at my mothers but write so when I get back to the land of wireless internet I'll post everything.*

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