Author's Note: Thanks so much for all of the reviews so far! I'm so glad that you are all enjoying this fic, because I know I am going to enjoy writing it. I know the story's rather clichéd so far, but that should change very soon, so stick with me.

Chapter Two

Casey walked into Cappie's bedroom, ready to surprise him when he came up, only to find him already sitting on his bed, staring into space. She sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Casey asked.

"No," Cappie said shortly.

"What's wrong?" Casey asked. When Cappie didn't look at her, she put a hand on his cheek and made him turn to face her. His eyes, unfocused just a second ago, focused on her. "Come on, Cap. What's the matter?"

"I'm just thinking," Cappie said.

"About what?"

"It doesn't—"

"Don't say it doesn't matter," Casey said firmly. "Cap, I hate seeing you like this. Just tell me what's wrong."

"I was just thinking about Jeremy," Cappie said. "I came across Beaver and everyone else in the living room taking their daily nap, and I remembered how he used to watch people sleep…" He shook his head as if to dislodge something from his brain. "I just missed him, that's all."

"Oh, Cap."

Casey wrapped her arms around him. Cappie snaked one arm around Casey's waist as Casey put her head on his shoulder.

"I just wish I could believe it," Cappie said. "You know, believe that they were really gone. But I just think I'm going to see Jeremy over in the corner doing whatever the hell he does or tell Wade to haze the pledges, and I don't."

Casey nodded. "I'm sorry," she said, for lack of anything else to say.

"It's not your fault," Cappie said.

"I know," Casey said. "I just feel bad."

Casey felt Cappie nod, then lifted her head. For a moment they just gazed at each other, then Cappie smiled softly.

"I'm just glad I have you," Cappie said. "I don't know what I would do if I didn't."

Casey opened her mouth to say something, but didn't get a chance to as Cappie pressed his lips to her own slowly, then progressively more urgently. She laid back on the bed, Cappie hovering over her, as he kissed her like his life depended on it.

Casey shook herself out of those thoughts, even though she still remembered the moment perfectly. She remembered each touch, each urgent kiss, and the way he lost himself in the moment. She remembered how she had lost herself in the moment too, and how she had thought he had lifted himself off her long enough to grab a condom, but she must've been mistaken. She remembered everything about that night—except that little detail.

And the oversight of that little detail just changed her life forever.

Casey stared up at the ceiling without seeing it, waiting for Ashleigh to come back. She had gone to dispose of the pregnancy tests, as it was dangerous for them to just be lying in the trash in case a ZBZ sister came across them and Casey hadn't been able to pull herself together in time to do it herself.

I don't know when I'll be able to pull myself together in time to do anything.

I'm pregnant.

She was scared to death and it was all she could do not to burst into tears again right where she was. In all her plans—ten year or otherwise—she did not have "Get pregnant with Cappie's baby in college" on her list. Recently she had put "Be with Cappie" on her list, but nowhere did she even think about putting marriage on the list, let alone planning for a baby.

She had just been living in the moment with Cappie, and now, here she was.

Pregnant with his baby.

Oh, God. What am I going to say to him? He thinks I have a stomach bug, not a baby!

"Casey?"

Ashleigh walked back into the room. Upon seeing Casey crumpled up in a ball on her bed, trying valiantly to keep back the tears, she hurried over to her and sat down on Casey's bed. Casey sat cross-legged, facing Ashleigh.

"What am I going to do, Ash?" Casey asked, swiping a tear from her eye.

"Well, you said it is Cappie's," Ashleigh said.

"Of course it's Cappie's," Casey said. "I would never cheat on him!"

"I know," Ashleigh said. "I think you should tell him, Casey."

Casey nodded. "I know I have to tell him eventually," Casey said. "He deserves to know, even if I do… you know, decide to get rid of it."

Ashleigh fixed Casey with a hard stare. "But Casey, this is Cappie's baby," she said. "You made this baby with him. You love him. Do you really think that you could get rid of it? Would Cappie really want you to?"

"I don't know," Casey said.

"You have to figure this out," Ashleigh said. "You said that if you were pregnant, you'd figure it out—and you are pregnant."

Casey didn't say anything for a moment as she let Ashleigh's words sink in for the first time.

What was she going to do?

She knew the first step was to go to a doctor, see if the home tests were accurate, although she failed to see how ten tests could all be false positives. Especially since it was two weeks after her missed period and she had experienced other symptoms as well. Regardless, she had to know for sure.

"I'm going to set up an appointment," Casey decided. "Maybe the pregnancy tests are inaccurate. I want a professional opinion."

Ashleigh nodded. "That makes sense."

Casey reached for the phone on the bedside table, but Ashleigh stopped her.

"Just promise me something."

Casey looked at Ashleigh. "What is it?"

"Promise me that you will tell Cappie soon," Ashleigh said. "As soon as you find out if you really are pregnant."

"I will."

"And promise me that you'll let him have a say in the decision too," Ashleigh continued. "Even though it is your body, he's the father and he has a right to decide too. Besides, you two are dating and love each other, so you need to decide what to do together."

Casey smiled. "I promise."

"Thank you."

Casey and Ashleigh hugged tightly, and for a moment, all Casey could do was wipe her tears with the back of her hand as she hugged Ashleigh tighter. Ashleigh didn't break the hug, even as her cell phone vibrated on her nightstand.

By far, Ashleigh was the best friend in the world, Casey decided in that moment.

"You're welcome," she whispered.

And then Casey broke away from the hug and reached for the phone. Within five minutes, the conversation was finished. She would be able to go to her medical practitioner around five-thirty, when the office was getting ready to close, and she would go over the options with Casey if the pregnancy tests all turned out to be accurate.

Casey hung up the phone, heart beating inside her chest loudly. She reached into the bag she had thrown at the foot of her bed for her cell phone. Although she had called her doctor on the phone she and Ashleigh shared, she wanted to do this on her personal cell phone.

Sorry, Cap. I can't come over tonight. Tomorrow morning? she punched in, then sent the text.

In a moment, Cappie responded.

Fine. :P Meet me at 9 in front of the coffee cart?

Ok.

Casey flipped her phone shut and threw it onto her nightstand next to the other phone.

Now the only thing left to do was get through the next three and a half hours.

In four hours, she would know for sure.

It was official, Casey thought as she walked out of the doctor's office, mind numb. There was no denying it, no wheedling out of it. She was truly, one hundred percent pregnant. Six weeks pregnant, to be exact.

"Congratulations," the doctor had said and Casey had managed a watery smile. "Where's the lucky dad?"

"Um, he doesn't know yet," Casey had said.

The doctor had nodded, a look of sympathy crossing over her features. Casey had corrected her—the boyfriend was wonderful, everything a child would want in a father, but she just wanted to be sure before she told him.

Her doctor had understood. "Of course," Dr. Jameson said. "You should bring him to your first prenatal appointment. That should be in about four or five weeks."

At that point, Casey found out, she could listen to the baby's heartbeat, which became audible around the ten week point. That also gave her a window of opportunity in order to get an abortion ("if that is your choice," Dr. Jameson was quick to say), as no clinics in the area supplied abortions any later than the twelfth week.

Casey slid into the driver's seat of her red Prius. She just sat there for a moment, not even bothering to dig her keys out of a pocket in her bag. The events of the past day just kept running through her mind, from waking up next to Cappie to finding out the real reason for her vomiting to realizing that she truly was pregnant.

For the first time in a long time, Casey did not know what to do.

And the thought terrified her.

The only thing Casey knew she had to do was tell Cappie—and that thought terrified her above everything else.

But she had no choice.

Tomorrow morning, she would tell him.

With that terrifying thought, Casey grabbed her keys and put them in the ignition. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to campus, not sure where she was going from there. Part of her wanted to go right to Cappie, but she wasn't ready to tell him yet.

Come to think of it, she wasn't ready to go back to the ZBZ house and face Ashleigh, no matter how supportive she was being.

Casey took a sharp left.

She knew right where to go now.

Author's Note: Wow, this chapter was very easy to write. It just kind of happened. Although this chapter is short, the next one should hopefully be longer. Of course, if the chapter is longer, that means it might take a little longer to write. Or maybe not, as I am about halfway through the next chapter at the moment. Anyway, please review? Thanks so much!