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A/N: ANOTHER chapter! XD Have you guys heard of Tokio hotel? No? Well you should look them up! They rock...and you should get their new album, 'Humanoid' I'm addicted. No lie! XD

Casey's POV

"What are you doing?" Derek asked me while I started packing my bags.

"I'm moving with you. I don't care what they say." I explained.

"Case, I don't think that's the best idea." He told me. I stopped what I was doing and stared at him. "What?"

"So you're just going out move out and leave me here, alone, with our kid?" I was yelling at him now.

"No, that's not it." He told me.

"Bull shit!" I was so pissed off at everyone.

"Casey, please just listen to me!" He begged.

"Because that always works out well!" I yelled at him.

"It would if you wouldn't get all hormonal!" he lost his cool and was now yelling.

"Well look at who's fault it is!" I retorted.

"It takes two to tango baby!" He yelled back.

"Not when one of the dancers gets the other one drunk and takes advantage of her!" I started crying. Damn these pregnant hormones.

"Well last I knew that dancer wanted to move out with me!" I didn't respond to him. I just sat on my bed crying as he stormed out.

Derek's POV

I felt bad about leaving Casey alone, but I needed to think. Did she really think that I had taken advantage of her? Well, sure, maybe I had. But I thought we had gotten past that months ago.

I was half way through packing my first box when someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?" I yelled.

"Me!" Edwin's voice answered.

"Come in." I said and a few seconds later Edwin was standing in my door way.

"Um, Derek, can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Kinda defeats the purpose, huh?" I was not in the mood to put up with stuff.

"Sorry, but, do you think Dad and Nora would get mad if I like Lizzie?" Oh boy. This could not be good in any way.

"Honestly, I don't know. And at this moment I have more important things on my mind than your little twelve year old crush." I knew I sounded like a jerk, but I didn't care at that moment. All I could think about was what Casey was feeling about me. Did she hate me? Sell, she didn't or the past several months wouldn't have made any sense.

Edwin had looked annoyed and just stomped off. Whatever, I didn't have time for his problems along with mine. I continued packing my things when another knock cam eat my door.

"Who's there?" I asked with a little annoyance in my voice.

"it's me, Lizzie. Can I talk to you?" She called.

"Sure." I rolled my eyes. She couldn't see me since she hadn't entered my room yet.

"Um, so, are you sure it's okay if I talk to you?" She asked. She was very hesitant.

"Shoot." I said continuing to pack.

"Why are you packing?" She had suddenly realized what I had been doing.

"Is that what you came here about?" I asked.

"No, no. I was wondering if you think my mom and George would be mad if I like Edwin." She was staring at the floor.

"Why don't you talk to Casey, she's the one that gives advice." I snapped at her.

"Because she was crying her eyes out and when I asked what was wrong she yelled something and threw a pillow at my head." That didn't sound like Casey. Looks like I had screwed things up big time.

"Okay, well, I'm not sure, just go for it." I told her.

"Thanks Derek, but what if he doesn't like me?" She had a look of horror come across her face.

"Don't worry, just tell him how you feel, blah, blah, blah" I got bored with the mushy stuff.

"Okay." She seemed a little skeptical but she left my room.

What seemed like hours later there was yet another knock on my door.

"What the hell do you want?" Couldn't people tell I wanted to be alone?

"I wanted to talk to you, but never mind." It was Casey.

"I'm sorry." I said opening the door to see her standing there with tears running down her cheeks. I felt so horrible. I wrapped her in my arms. I was never going to let her go. She was the only thing that mattered, her and our little anger. "I'm so sorry baby."

A/N: Okay, so you love it, hate it, don't really have an opinion? Let me know!

~Domi~