Author's Note: I'm thinking that I may not move the rating up to 'M' for this fanfic and maybe write my next LWD fic a full-out 'M-rated' fic instead. What do you think? Would you all be okay with that? Let me know and thanks SO much for the reviews! I love 'em and they totally make me want to keep thinking up more LWD fics to write! lol! Oh, and by the way, go to http/www.family.ca/whatson/famclub/lifewithderek/podcasts.php to see a new Derek & Casey podcast (behind the scenes at LWD)... it's adorable! Later and enjoy this really short chapter!
A few pregnancy tests later, Casey knew it for sure. She was definitely pregnant. With Derek's baby. Her stepbrother. Who was currently lying practically lifeless in a hospital room.
"Shit," Casey breathed as she buried all of the positive pregnancy test sticks in the trash of the bathroom.
"Case-yy! I have to go to the bathroom!" Marti shouted impatiently from the other side of the door.
"Okay, Marti!" Casey yelled back quickly, splashing her face with cold water and patting it dry to calm herself down. She jetted out of the bathroom and ran downstairs and out the door, ignoring Lizzie's inquiry as to where she was going.
Casey ran to the hospital and right up to Derek's hospital room. He looked exactly the same as he did every day.
"Derek, I'm so scared," she sobbed into his chest. "I can't do this alone. Please wake up. Please, you've got to wake up for me… for…for us. For your son or daughter." She wiped her tears away and cupped his cheek with her hand.
"We're going to be parents, Derek. You're going to be a daddy," she told him, her voice now more gentle and quiet, barely above a whisper. She took his hand and carefully placed it against her stomach. "And we need you."
On the way back from the hospital, Casey walked slowly in the dark, lost in her own thoughts. She didn't see the bicycle heading straight towards her until it plowed into her at full speed.
"AUGHH!" she screamed as she was run down by the speeding biker. Both the unknown guy and Casey landed hard on the pavement. The biker had a helmet and pads on.
Casey, of course, didn't.
She felt the curb dig into her stomach, causing her to momentarily lose her breath. She nearly passed out from the sudden blinding pain. In the background, she could hear the biker calling 911. And she let herself slip into unconsciousness so she could stop feeling the searing pain.
Casey woke up lethargic and groggy. There was a nurse standing by her, and she realized that she was in the hospital, hooked up to a bunch of wires. Her mother was sitting on a chair off to the side, her hands clasped together worriedly as she watched her daughter blink back to life.
"Casey?" Nora asked hesitantly as she watched her daughter begin to focus.
In a flash, everything came back to Casey. Derek. The baby. The biker. The pain.
"Mom—" Casey began but stopped short, her hand slowly moving towards her stomach.
The look on her mother's face said it all.
She had lost the baby.
