A/N: More reviews, please. I have an unhealthy need for them :-P But thanks for the ones I was given! And actually, this is to be in five parts…sorry. The last will be a short epilogue.

"Drake?"

Drake Parker slowly walked into his house and slammed the door shut behind him. He pretended as if he hadn't heard his mother. She was the last person in the world he wanted to speak with right now- but the first person he had to. Carly had gently told him that although she was telling her parents tonight, it was best for him not to come. After all, her father probably wasn't going to want to calmly discuss the matter with the boy that had knocked his daughter up- even though he was much, much more than that. But the thought of telling his parents scared the hell out of him. If Carly was along, there was a much less chance of him being murdered.

"Drake? Hun, is that you?"

He sighed and turned on his heel before walking into the kitchen. "Yeah, Mom. I'm home."

"I was wondering if you have any big plans for tomorrow night," his mom said, while peeling carrots over the sink. "Walter and I have tickets to a play, and we need someone to stay home with Megan."

"Can't Josh do it?" he grumbled, opening the fridge and grabbing a soda. His stomach dropped at the idea of having to stay home every single night…to watch his own kid…God, this should be happening in 10 more years. Not now.

"I think he and Mindy are going out. Do you mind?" She smiled at her son and took a swig of her own soda.

"Yes, I mind," he snapped. "Josh goes out with his lame girlfriend practically every night. Why should I have to stay at home and watch the devil?"

"Drake!" His mom looked shocked. "If you have plans, we'll hire a babysitter. We'd just rather not spend any money we don't have to…your new guitar you got for your birthday set us back a bit."

Drake winced. Like he needed this right now? "Sorry," he mumbled, and he turned to go upstairs.

At dinner, the Parker-Nichols clan settled around the table and passed around vegetable stew, mashed potatoes, and brownies for dessert. Throughout dinner, Drake snapped on Walter for telling the same lame joke he told every night, snapped on Josh for gabbing too much about Mindy, and snapped on Megan for rigging his glass to spill milk all over him.

Every night, the kids rotated who had to clear the table and wash the dishes. When Megan informed him ever-so-smugly that it was his turn, he let all of his anger bubble out.

"God damnit!" He complained loudly. "Am I the only one that does fucking anything around here?"

"Drake!" His mother banged her fists on the table. "That is enough. I don't know what your problem is, but you've been nothing short of impossible since you got home! What is wrong with you?!"

"Carly," he announced, "is pregnant." It hadn't meant to be dramatic effect, it was just what she wanted to know. It was exactly what was wrong with him.

Walter was absolutely speechless, and froze with his glass halfway to his lips. Josh's jaw dropped about four feet as all his food fell of his fork, and Megan spat her brownie bits all over the rest of the table in a surprised shower.

After nearly a full half minute of silence, his mom focused 100 of her energy into remaining calm. "Drake. Michael. Parker," she said in a shaky voice. "Living. Room. Now." It was as if speaking in sentences longer than one word would be the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Megan, do the dishes," he heard Walter order, and for the first time in his life, his little sister shut up and did what she was told.

Drake pushed back his chair and followed his mom out of the kitchen, softly shutting the doors behind her. She walked over to the blinds between the two rooms and shut them quickly, before turning on her son.

"Oh my God, Drake. Is she sure? And she's sure it's…you know…because of you?"

"She took a shit load of tests, Mom, and I'm the only one she's ever…done that with. I have no idea what she's even planning on doing with…it." He sat down and groaned. "This is just too much."

His mom took a deep breath and sat next to him. "I'm not mad." She put her arm around him and pulled him close. "Anger won't do anything right now. But Jesus Christ, Drake, didn't you and your father ever talk about this?"

"In between beatings?" He snapped. "No."

"Couldn't you have used Josh's for this one thing?" Damn, his mom was close to tears. He hated that.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said quietly. "I'm so, so, sorry. But I didn't need…that talk. I wore a condom every time, I swear. I don't know how this happened."

"Every time?!" she screeched. "God, Drake, how many times did you do it? No, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Drake felt like a little kid as he buried his head into his Mom's shoulder. "I guess I need to call her."

"I guess so, honey," Audrey said softly. "Don't worry. We'll get though this…we're all here to help, even your sister. But you'll need to let us."

"I will," his voice cracked. His own eyes brimmed over with tears.

"I love you," she reminded him. "I'm disappointed in you, I can't lie about that. But what's done is done."

He let out a sob and his mom hugged him closer.

They sat like that in the living room, cuddling, for a full hour before his mom told him softly that she was going to bed. "It's been a long night," she told him. "Everything will look better in the morning. We'll get it all sorted out." She gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading to her room. He slowly got up and walked to his own room. After entering, he flopped into his bed, not even looking at Josh.

After a few moments of silence, his stepbrother finally spoke to him. "I'm really sorry, Drake. I know things are gonna be really tough, but I'm here for you brotha."

Drake forced a smile. "Thanks, dude." He rolled over in bed to face Josh. "I don't know how this happened. I really fucking don't."

"Well, I'm guessing when you and Carly realized you were truly in looooove, you – "

"This isn't really the time for jokes," he groaned. "We made sure we were always safe."

"It could've slipped off. Or broken. I guess you'll never know," Josh agreed.

Drake felt the tears coming back and he quickly sniffled them back. He needed to sleep. It was all he could do, right now.

Drake was walking out the door, dressed in ripped jeans and a real leather jacket. He was holding a bright red guitar. "Drake," Carly informed him. "You can't go to your concert tonight! You need to take care of Drake Junior." She shoved a baby at him- one that was pooping, crying, and screaming all at the same time. "You need to be more responsible."

And all of a sudden, he looked like his very own father. He had on thin, black, wire-framed glasses and a three piece suit. He saw his hand raising, he didn't even know what was happening. And there was a three year old boy, just sitting there. He reached out his hand and SMACK!

"Drake? Are you okay?" His sister was standing above him. He sat up with a start and realized that all his blankets were on the ground…which meant Megan was staring at him in his boxers. He grabbed a blanket and shielded himself.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he breathed. "Nightmare."

Megan perched on the bed and looked around. "Your mom and Walter are running errands…and Josh is at work." She turned to face her big brother. "Were you dreaming about Dad?"

"No," he lied quickly. Megan took things about their abusive father much harder than even he did.

But what if Carly did want to keep the baby? And he grew up…exactly like him? What if being an asshole was genetic?

Carly. Shit. He had to call her. He hadn't been able to forget, even in his dreams.

He quickly shooed Megan out of his room and grabbed his cell phone. He flipped it open and hit speed dial #1.

"Drake?" a voice answered.

"Carly," he sighed. "Hey."

"Hi." She sounded as if she'd been crying. "I told them."

"Really?" He sat on the couch. "How did they take it?"

"Better than I thought. I'm alive." She exhaled. "They want me…to get rid of…it."

Drake's throat closed up. Was that what he wanted? He didn't know. Part of him said yes. She was only 16, himself only 17. It could erase everything. All of his problems…everything. But did the baby really deserve to die just because they had had an accident? Wasn't it's life to be valued? But could it even really be considered a life yet? He didn't want to regret it, every single day. But no matter which way things turned out, that had a great possibility of happening.

"What do you want?" He asked her cautiously.

"I…" she started crying again. "I don't know, Drake. It's so complicated. I'm going to the doctor's office today, to make sure everything's okay. But I just don't know. I'm sure I'm pregnant. All of those tests couldn't have been false, and there are…signs. What am I going to do with it? God," she sobbed. "I hate my life."

It broke Drake's heart to hear her talking like that. "Don't ever say that," he told her. "You don't hate your life. It's just fucked up right now, babe."

"I can't get an abortion," she told him quietly. "I just don't think I can. Every day I would think about it. How old it would be. If it was a girl or boy. I want…to keep it. I can't imagine it being any other way."

Drake's heart pounded. Keeping it. That would mean he'd pay a whole lot of money every month. For the rest of his life. Did this mean they had to get married? And being a rockstar…would that ever get to happen? Or would it be just another broken dream lying on the wayside?

"I support you, no matter what you decide," he told her. "But take some time. These things can take a while to decide."

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

A/N: I have no idea where the abuse thing came from. It just like, popped out. So let's see if I can fit two overused things into one story and have it not totally suck! Review!