four months later

"I am not naming my daughter Amelia Casey just so you can call her Basket Case."

"Come on, Princess. You wanted to name a boy Derek so why can't I atleast give her your name as the middle?"

"Because you just want Casey as her name so you can give her the repulsive nicknames you stuck me with."

"Right. But it comes from the heart. Besides calling Marti and Dad, Smarti and G, you are the only one I have ever bothered to nickname."

"So I should be happy you call me Klutzilla and Space Case?"

"Mmmhmmm. It...comes...from...the...heart."

"You're out of your mind."

"Hey! You should be lucky I'm not pushing for Casey as the first name because," Derek dropped down to a whisper, "I'm not too crazy about Amelia."

"What's wrong with Amelia?!"

"You probably just want to name her that because of the women pilot, women libs thing."

"What if I do? Anyway, I happen to like the name. It's just Amelia Earhart is the first time I heard it."

Derek was crashing Casey's personal space again but for the first time, she didn't seem to mind. Her belly was protruding out of her tshirt. It was the same tshirt she wore to bed before becoming pregnant.

Derek would never tell her this but she was the more beautiful than ever. Expectancy sure looked good on Casey. The rest of her had stayed the same size except for her stomach that carried his child. It had taken awhile to get use to the idea of becoming a dad at 17, but then he started to think about how fond he was of Marti, and she was just his sister. It was unthinkable how much he would love his own baby and Casey knew it.

Derek figured that's why she was starting to tolerate him again. He had spent the last several months gushing over the baby. Even when she rolled her eyes, he always caught a whisp of a smile on her lips.

"Are we talking baby names?" Marti said while clutching Sir Munks-alot tight and climbing onto to Derek's lap. She put a hand to Casey's stomach, waiting to feel it move. When the child failed to do so, she smacked the area where the feet should be to wake the baby.

"Careful, Smarti," Derek said while grabbing Marti's hand and then tickled her.

"St...stop it Smerik!" The seven year old giggled.

"Okay, but no more baby hitting. Got it?"

"Got it. So are we baby naming?" she got back on topic.

"Yes we are. What would you like her name to be?" Casey asked Marti in a way so the child would feel included.

"Ummm," she thought hard. "Blueberry."

"Blueberry? I'm not sure that's a name, Smarti, but good try."

"How about Blue Berry? Cut the word in two."

Casey laughed, "We're not naming her after you're favorite food. Sorry, Marti."

"Eh, that's ok. So what have you come up with?"

"Well w..," Casey started but Derek interuped.

"Amelia Casey."

"But we already have a Casey."

"I know," and then Derek fake whispered to Marti so Casey would intentionally hear him. "But I have failed to give Casey the nickname Basket Case and this feels like the perfect opportunity to fix that."

"By giving it to our daughter?"

"Yup," Derek smirked and then pushed Marti off the bed. "Go tell Ed to make me a sandwhich."

"Okay, Smerik."

"So what do you think, babe?"

"Think you're out of your mind, Der."

"I still have three months to bug you about it. I'm not giving in so quickly."

Derek and Casey sat in silence for the first time since he barged into her room and jumped on her bed. Literally jumped. He had smacked his head on the ceiling, which caused him to fall and Casey to laugh. It was a quite a switch from their normal roles.

After Casey found out she was pregnant, the whole family was disappointed but not necessarily shocked. Nora and George admitted that they always wondered if the arguing was due to a mutual attraction but had failed to mention their concern so that their eldest children wouldn't come to realize it and ponder the same question. But Derek and Casey had realized it on their own.

It never occurred to them that they would actually sleep together so putting their rooms right next door was never an issue...or so they thought. Derek had put their minds at ease and told them that Casey most likely conceived in the shower and that a bedroom wasn't required to have sex so Casey still would have ended up pregnant. Casey had smacked him and the 'rents didn't find it amusing. Derek had actually been serious when he said that.

And then they had to tell Sally and Truman. Truman had ran like hell; they never actually broke up. When senior year started, he ducked into a different hallway any time he saw Casey coming and eventually she said they ended it 'silently,' meaning 'not at all."

Sally was a different story. She was still willing to stay with him even though he was having a baby with his step-sister. She thought it was a little weird but 'boys with be boys' and Casey was pretty. It took him two extra weeks to end things with her. In all honesty, he probably would have continued going out with her if Casey hadn't been so moody about the whole thing. She didn't understand why she couldn't keep her boyfriend when he could still have Sally without any repercussions.

It pretty much came down to Sally and the baby. No brainer. He didn't want Casey running away with his child when she went off to University and he only saw little Amelia on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Luckily, Sally understood like she always did. She said that moving to Vancover for college would split them anyway.

So now Casey and Derek were both single and they seemed content with that. It still pulled at Derek's heart to think he would never be given a second chance with his Spacey. He hadn't even brought up the topic of getting back together. As of right now, he was strickly her 'baby daddy' and that was a consequence he had to learn to live with.

"Well, I'm going over to Ralph's. He's having a party tonight and if I don't make it, their are bound to be disappointed party goers."

"You're going to a party?"

She looked a little hurt that he would leave on a Friday night and still possess some of his youth while she couldn't.

"Umm, yes. You wanna come?"

"Does it look like I can go to a party, Derek? And besides, someone drunk might hit my belly and I could go into preterm labor."

"Well we wouldn't want that."

Derek leaned over and gave a quick kiss to Casey's cheek and her growing belly then leapt off the bed before she could smack him.

Her gaze became mischievous and she raised a perfect eyebrow. "I have the perfect name."

"Oh, ya," he said intrigued. "And what would that be?"

"Amelia Dereka McDonald."

Derek reslammed the door and crossed his arms. "First of all, Dereka is not even a name. Far worse than Casey, and I just want to name her that so I can call her Basket Case...in a loving manner," he added with affection. And then Derek turned agitated. "And second...it's Venturi."

Casey's face fell flat.

"McDonald."

"Venturi."

"McDonald!"

"Venturi!"

And with the last word, Derek bolted out of the room before she could say any more but he didn't fail to hear one last "McDonald" yelled before running down the stairs.