A few days later, Casey arrived home from the hospital. She kept Alex and Erica aside.
"I never apologized to you guys for leaving."
"No worries, kid." Erica said.
"I'm just glad you're safe." Alex said.
Erica walked off, and Casey kept Alex aside once more.
"What if my parents know where I am?"
"Sweetheart, they were arrested. They can no longer hurt you."
"That doesn't mean anything. They won't get convicted."
"How are you so sure?"
"My record, nobody'll believe me. Over parents trying to save their child."
"The liquor store won't even come into question if we go to court. I'll make sure of it."
Casey nodded. "I'm going to talk to Whyatt." She slowly walked towards the basement, and locked the door.
"Babe?" She asked.
"Yeah?" He called.
"I've missed you."
"I've missed you too."
She sat on his lap, and began to kiss him. He slipped his hands under her shirt, smiling when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
He laid her down on the bed, topless, and proceeded to take off her pants.
About a week later, Casey and Whyatt sat with Rebecca, Erica, and Henry.
"We're pregnant." Casey said bluntly, with her head to the floor.
Henry stood up, "Get the fuck out of my house. Both of you."
"Dad!" Whyatt yelled.
"Henry, Casey, I want you to go to your OWN rooms, for a bit. Okay?"
Rebecca waited until the teens were out of earshot.
"Henry, if we kick them out. What kind of message is that sending?"
"We have our own baby to worry about! I don't want to have a grandchild the same age as my own child!"
"Neither do I, but it happened."
"And do you really want Casey to run back to her parents?" Alex asked.
"I just realized something, Rebecca…how are you pregnant?" Erica asked.
"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked tensing.
"Remember, we had you tested when you were with me and Kevin, you destroyed my study because you can't conceive a child."
Rebecca stayed silent.
"Becca?" Henry asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." She said leaving the house.
"What's going on?" Henry asked. "I've seen the ultrasound. She's for sure pregnant, is it not mine?"
"Let me talk to her." Erica said leaving the house to find Rebecca with her head in her hands on the porch bench.
"Kid, I'm sorry. I should have brought that up privately."
"Ya think?"
"Henry doesn't think it's his."
"It's not."