A/N: So here is the next chapter for you and I should be updating every Sunday again now, I hope. So read and review please.

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Addison got into school earlier the next day and went and found Miss Lambert. "Erm, Miss, there's something I want to show you."

Miss Lambert turned, smiling as she saw Addison. "What do you want to show me?"

"This." Addison handed her the scan photo.

Her smile widened as she scanned the photo. "Wow, Addison! It's like a little pea!"

"Yeah." Addison smiled proudly.

"This is great Addison," Miss Lambert smiled warmly.

"I'm due 4th January."

"That's cool, a New Year baby!"

"Yeah." She smiled. "But I can't tell my dad."

"Why not?"

"Because he told me he doesn't want me pregnant at sixteen."

"When did he say that?" Addison blushed. "Addison..?" Miss Lambert probed, sensing a story behind his words.

"He erm, kind of caught me and Derek, erm, making out, with Derek on top of me." She looked down her cheeks nearly the same colour as her hair.

Miss Lambert tried to look stern, but failed as a small giggle escaped from her lips. "Seriously? Your dad walked in on you with Derek on top of you?" Addison nodded biting her lip, seeing the funny side. "Well, I guess my advice to you would be to make out in a place where no one is likely to walk in."

"Yeah…it was kind of on the living room floor…"

A laugh escaped her lips. "The living room? Of all places in your house!"

"He wasn't home at first, and we'd eaten pizza before, and then Derek started hitting me with a cushion so I hit it him back and then…" She shrugged.

"Ahh," Miss Lambert grinned. "To be young and in love..."

Addison smiled. "But I can't tell my dad about the baby."

"Give it time."

"He had a go at me yesterday because he thought me and Derek were going to…he told me he doesn't want me pregnant at sixteen."

"It's not like you wanted to get pregnant either," Miss Lambert pointed out.

"I know." She sighed and rubbed her stomach absent mindedly.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Keep the baby, I'm not going to get rid of it, no matter what anyone says."

"I meant about your dad, you can't hide it forever."

"I can try for however long I can."

"The longer you wait, the worse he's going to take it."

Addison sighed. "No matter what he's going to be mad though, he'll probably blame Derek."

"Then explain it has nothing to do with Derek."

"I don't want him to know about Steve though."

"Why not?"

"Because, it makes me feel ashamed." She closed her eyes.

"It wasn't your fault."

"I didn't stop it though."

"From what you told me, it didn't seem like you could."

"I just can't." Addison looked at Miss Lambert sadly. Miss Lambert nodded, aching for the girl. "I just wanted to show you the scan." Addison changed the subject.

Miss Lambert smiled, nodding her head. "I'm sorry." Addison just nodded her head and the bell rang. Miss Lambert stood straighter, smiling sadly at her. Addison smiled back and sat down, Derek joining her after.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, you?" She smiled.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Good." Derek smiled, looking at the board. "I showed Miss the scan."

"What did she think?" Derek grinned.

"That it looks like a little pea." She smiled.

"She speaks the truth."

"You think this baby looks like a pea?" Addison raised her eyebrows.

"Yes." Derek smirked, keeping his eyes trained on the board.

"Hey." She smacked his arm playfully.

"What? What do you think it looks like then?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"That's because it looks like a pea."

"My baby does not look like a pea." She pouted.

"Yes, it does." Addison just pouted more at him. Derek smirked, starting to write.

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Addison led on her bed, with Derek on top of her, kissing her passionately. His hand moved to her hip, lifting her shirt slightly. She tensed slightly from his actions and shifted her legs slightly underneath him. Derek pulled away slightly, lips barely touching. She looked up at him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why?" She stroked his cheek.

"You tensed."

"You lifted my shirt."

Derek flushed slightly, pulling her top so it covered her stomach. He placed his hands on her hips, smiling slightly. "Better?"

"Thanks." She kissed him back. Derek grinned against her lips, kissing her gently. Addison wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He moaned slightly, pressing against her. Once again she could feel his erection against her, and just massaged his tongue with hers. Derek shifted, his hand snaking around her neck. Addison let out a small moan. Derek ran a hand through her hair, his tongue duelling with hers. Slowly she shifted beneath him again and Derek was so engrossed in kissing her, he didn't notice the door open then slam shut. Addison never heard the noise either, and continued to let her tongue duel against his, pulling him closer.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Peter raised his voice, his face flushed with anger. Addison pulled back and gasped as she looked at her father. "Well? Haven't you learnt your lesson from last time?"

"We weren't doing anything!"

Peter snorted, "Yeah, right, that's what it looked like. He was on top of you for god's sake Addison!"

"We were kissing! That's all!" Why couldn't he seem to understand she didn't want sex?!

"Kissing? Looked like full blown making out to me!"

"We weren't going to have sex though!"

"How am I supposed to know that? It's hard to just stop when it goes further!"

"I don't want sex!" She yelled. "I don't want to have sex for a few more years!"

Peter looked shocked. "You've had sex before?!"

"No!" She lied.

Peter fixed his gaze on Derek. "You better not have."

"We haven't!" It was the truth.

"And how long do you think that will last?"

"Until we're older!"

"Well that's going to be hard," Peter snorted, crossing his arms.

"Why?" Addison looked at him.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Guys are only after one thing Addison!"

"Not every guy is the same! Derek is different! He actually cares about me and my feelings!"

"All teenage guys are trousers full of testosterone!"

"Not all of them, some actually care more about than just getting laid."

"How would you know?"

"Because Derek is different."

"And who do you have Derek to compare to, huh?" Addison kept her mouth shut, not wanting to tell her dad about Steve. "Well?" Peter pressed.

"Just some guy." Addison said and looked down.

"Some guy? What, you've had another guy before?" She just played with her bed sheets. "Addison?!"

"Just some guy when I lived with mom." She shrugged.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Of course, your mom would let you do anything. So what was about this guy that now you're comparing Derek to him, huh?" Addison just looked away, at Derek. Derek took hold of her hand, looking at her before briefly glancing at Peter. She didn't want her dad to know about Peter, she didn't want him to know any of it. "Addison, do I have to tell you again to be careful?"

"I'm not having sex dad."

"And what if it goes too far?"

"It won't."

"You don't know that Addison! What if it does go too far, and you end up pregnant at sixteen? What happens then?!" Peter's voice rose, almost yelling.

Tears spilled down her cheeks. "Then I'll be a teenage mom."

"And that doesn't matter to you? You have your whole future, and one mistake, one slip, one step too far and you can kiss those dreams goodbye!"

"But I've already lost it!" She screamed, more tears flowing.

"Lost what?!" Peter yelled back, the realisation suddenly dawning on him.

"I'm pregnant." She sobbed. Fury washed over Peter's face, yet his eyes displayed hurt, shame, agony that his little girl was carrying another human being at her young age. Addison just buried her head into Derek's shoulder and sobbed. Peter didn't know what to do or say. He stood there, dumbfounded but left the room, words suddenly dying in his throat. "He hates me, he hates me." Her body shook from the sobs.

"He doesn't, he just doesn't know how to take it," Derek held her close, kissing the top of her head.

She shook her head. "He hates me."

"He'll come round."

"What if he doesn't?" She looked up at him with tear streaked cheeks.

"He will, he's your father."

"He might not."

"It's bound to be a shock, I'm sure he'll be alright after a while." Addison just looked at him sadly. Derek pressed his lips against her forehead, a hand running through her hair.

"I'm not giving this baby up." She whispered.

"No one is asking you to." Addison just nodded. "This baby is all yours, okay?" She placed a hand on her stomach and could start to feel the roundness of it. Derek smiled, placing his hand on hers. She smiled up at him, lacing their fingers together. He pressed his lips against her hair, lingering for a moment.

"What am I going to do about my dad?"

"Leave it be for a while, let him get used to it."

She nodded. "Will you stay with me for a while?"

"Sure, as long as you want."

"Thank you."

"Anything for you," Derek whispered. Addison smiled and pecked his lips. Derek continued to stroke her hair, not saying anything. She just leaned into his touch, thinking. He just held her close, wanting to be near her, and to provide safety, a place of comfort for her in his arms.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend Derek?" She asked softly.

"No, not really. I guess you could say I was the type of guy who waited for a serious relationship."

"But you're going out with me."

"Well, then I guess my waiting paid off," He smiled softly and she smiled widely at him. Derek grinned, moving back so he leant against her headrest, and pulled Addison closer to him. She smiled and moved closer, letting her head rest on his chest. Absentmindedly, he ran his hand through her hair, twirling strands around his fingers.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

She looked up at him. "Will you be a father to my baby?" Addison's voice was soft.

A few tears sprang to his eyes as he held Addison tight. "Of course I will," He whispered.

"Thank you." She smiled at him.

"Do you have any names in mind?"

"I do like the name Jessica, what do you think?"

"I think that's a beautiful name."

Addison smiled. "Are there any names you like?"

"I haven't really thought about names."

"Will you help me choose names though?"

"Sure."

"Okay." She smiled.

Derek smiled back. "Well, we have nine months to figure out a name."

"Five months actually." She looked up at him.

"Oh yeah," Derek grinned sheepishly.

Addison laughed at him. "In five months time we'll have a baby to care for."

"That's so surreal... in a matter of months, we're going to be parents."

"It's scary." She whispered.

Derek nodded. "We'll manage."

"What do you think your mom will say?"

"She'll support us, I know."

"Can I tell people that it's your baby?" Derek nodded. "Okay." Addison smiled widely while Derek grinned, rubbing her arm. "I should talk to my dad." Her voice was quiet.

"Yeah. Maybe you could tell him about Steve? Maybe he wouldn't be so accusatory then," Derek suggested.

"I don't want to tell him about Steve though, I don't want anyone else knowing."

"Okay."

"Should I talk to him now do you think?"

"Yeah. Do you want me to come with you?"

"Yeah." She smiled and got off her bed, waiting for Derek. Derek followed, standing next to her. She slipped her hand into his as they walked down the stairs and into the living room. Derek squeezed her hand lightly as they entered. "Dad?" Addison questioned as they saw him sat on the couch. Peter turned, reluctantly looking at Addison. "I didn't want to get pregnant." Her voice was quiet.

"Then why did you?" She just looked down at the floor. "Addison? If you didn't want to get pregnant, you shouldn't have had sex, simple as."

"I know." But it wasn't like she had much choice in the matter.

Peter sighed. "What are you going to do with it?"

"I'm keeping my baby."

"And how are you going to manage bringing it up?"

"Me and Derek will bring this baby up."

"Two sixteen year olds bringing up a baby?"

"Yes, I am not giving this baby up." Addison looked at her father.

"Okay then, whatever you decide," Peter sighed, he knew arguing with his daughter would be pointless.

Addison nodded. "Are…are you, are you mad with me?"

"What do you expect Addison? You're my daughter, sixteen years old, and you're pregnant. I'm just, disappointed in you, I thought you knew better."

"I never wanted it to happen, I swear, I didn't plan it, I didn't want it." She added quietly.

"Then why have unprotected sex?" Addison didn't want him to know about Steve, but she had no idea what to say. "Well? If you didn't want this to happen, why didn't you use any protection?" Peter pressed on.

"I didn't have a choice." Her voice was quiet.

"What do you mean?" His voice was low, almost not wanting to hear an answer. So many scenarios were running through his head. Addison just turned to Derek's arms and squeezed her eyes shut. Peter stood, walking towards them. "Addison, what happened when you were living with your mom?" His voice didn't sound angry, but more worried, concerned. She shook her head and buried it into Derek's shoulder. "Right, I'm calling your mom. If you won't tell me what's been going on, maybe she will."

"She doesn't know."

Peter sighed, closing his eyes. "Then you tell me." Addison looked up at her father with tears in her eyes. "Addi?" His voice was soft.

She looked down at the floor and moved closer to Derek. "He made me do things." She whispered. Peter didn't need to know any more, he moved closer to the pair and awkwardly put his hand on Addison's shoulder. She flinched away from him and moved closer to Derek's side.

"Addison," He whispered, dropping his hand, not knowing what to do or say.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I didn't ask you to."

"I never want to talk about it again, I just want to forget it. I want to have this baby and be happy."

"How can you have a baby that will remind you every day of it?"

"This baby did nothing wrong! What happened has nothing to do with this baby."

"But it will be a reminder of what happened!"

"This will also be a reminder of what happened!" She pulled up her sleeves showing her cuts.

Peter's eyes widened, taking a step back. "Not you too," He murmured under his breath, memories of his own self harming days still fresh in his memory. Addison just looked at him with tears in her eyes. He didn't know what to say, without having him sound like a hypocrite.

"It was the only way to get through." Peter nodded, knowing all too well. "And no one cared."

He shut his eyes, the guilt overwhelming. "You could of called me," His voice was hoarse.

"Why? You never bothered to call me, you never bothered to see me, why should I have called?"

"I tried to call, you're mother never put me through to you." Addison looked at him, not sure if he was telling the truth. "Believe me Addison, I tried. More than once."

"Why wouldn't mom put you through then?"

"You're asking the wrong person here, Adds." She nodded and placed her hands on her small bump. "Is there anything I can do to help, at all?" Peter motioned to her bump.

"Just support us."

"Okay," Peter nodded. She smiled slightly at him and Peter smiled back, sitting down.

"I'm due January 4th."

"A new year baby," Peter noted, grinning slightly.

"Yeah." Addison smiled as well.

Peter looked at Derek. "So is he going to help you?"

"Yes." She smiled at Derek. "He says he'll be a father to my baby."

Peter grinned at the two. "That's great."

"It is." Addison smiled widely.