Prologue

Lizzie and Edwin

Lizzie's leg was moving a mile a minute, sitting beside Edwin. The waiting room was stifling. Casey's water had broken on it's own so labor was going unnaturally quickly for a first time mother. George and Nora refused to leave so their middle children insisted on staying as well. They didn't want to miss the birth of their first mutual grandchild and neice.

Edwin reached out and put a hand on Lizzie's knee, stilling her nervous reaction. The leg turned to stone.

"How you think she's doing?" Lizzie asked with worry in her voice.

"Probably in agony, I'm sure."

"Thanks, Edwin," she said with sarcasm and rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure she's fine. This kind of stuff happens all the time."

"I know, but I'm still worried about her."

Lizzie looked so helpless. She always felt like she had to be Casey's rock. Edwin never understood why she took on so much responsibility when it came to her older sister. If Derek was the one giving birth, Edwin would be throwing a party for the amount of pain his brother would suffer. He chuckled at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Lizzie asked questioningly.

"I was just thinking about Derek in labor."

Lizzie started cracking up as well. "That was random."

"Ya, but wouldn't it be great if he was the one in pain?"

"True."

Once the laughing ceased, Edwin took a look at Lizzie. He wasn't the most observant when it came to girls but he always noticed Liz.; Just because they were friends. It was unnerving the way she watched him. It was the same way Derek and Casey had looked at eachother from the beginning.

George and Nora would freak if they had four children dating instead of just two.

Edwin shook his head. Dating? Where had that came from? But some say that relationships are always stronger when you're friends first.

He reached out to grasp Lizzie's hand. She didn't hesitate to intertwine her fingers with his own.

"Edwin?"

"What I'm about to do is really stupid and probably the worst timing ever."

"What are you going to do?"

Edwin leaned in to kiss her. He paused, waiting for her to pull away but she stayed rooted to her spot. It encouraged him to continue. His lips pressed to hers lightly before deepening it; the first kiss for both of them, he was sure. It wasn't the smoothest moment in either of their lives but Lizzie fell into him and they worked on perfecting it together.

Casey and Derek

"You sure about this, Case?"

"Ya, I think it will make everyone happy."

"Everyone but Amelia." Derek scoffed as he tapped a pen against the hospital nightstand. He gazed at the two loves of his life. Casey was in the middle of her first breast feeding, a look of pure bliss on her angelic features.

The baby was everything they had imagined and more. She had the most amazing blue eyes and a crop of dark hair, just like her mother. The labor had been a short six hours and Derek couldn't be more thankful. It was six hours of torture for them both. If they had to go 24 hours, neither of them would have made it.

Derek rose from the swivel chair and bent down to kiss his baby's cheek while she fed and then planted a full kiss on Casey, tongue and all.

"Hey, hey, hey," she scolded with a smile. "Not infront of our daughter."

"She doesn't know what's going on."

"Great. I can just see you using that excuse when she's two and during her parrot stage, repeating everything Daddy says."

"You're right, but as of right now I'm taking advantage of the time I lost."

"Gonna take more than a sizzling kiss, Venturi."

"Sizzling?" he cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Am I that good."

Casey rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the baby.

"Love you, Space Case."

"Love you, Shit Head."

"Hey, hey, hey. Not infront of the baby," he mocked.

They both shared a genuine smile before Casey snapped her fingers and pointed down at the birth certificate. "Write her name down."

"Ahhh," he sighed. "I'm sorry for this Basket Case but you're mother is sometimes a tyrant and loves to get her way."

George, Nora, Edwin, Lizzie, Marti, along with Derek and Casey had all expressed their wishes for a name. Nobody could agree on one so it seemed they would all get their way. Casey insisted it would sound regal, Derek insisted it just sounded stupid.

At 4:36 PM, Amelia Casey Georgina Grace Aimee Bailey Blue McDonald-Venturi was born.

The poor child was starting out on a rough note because of her disfunctional, yet loving, family.

Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my Dasey story, even if it did have ups and downs. The reviews were awesome and encouraged me to continue. If you liked this story, I will post more in the future so keep a look out. :D