A/N: Okay, so here's the next chap for you. Once again, I can't remember if this has been beta-ed or not, I have to say I'm getting confused with it, so please excuse any mistakes.

Enjoy!

Addison smiled at Derek the next day as she opened the door to him. "Hey," he greeted, walking into her house.

"Hey." She smiled. "Thanks for coming over."

"Don't mention it," He smiled back, pulling her in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his chest. He took in the scent of her hair, holding her tight.

"I feel sick again." She pulled away slightly.

"You still have morning sickness?" She nodded before placing a hand over her mouth and running back upstairs into the bathroom. Derek followed, pulling her hair out of her face and rubbing her back gently. Once she had emptied the contents of her stomach she leant back onto Derek. Derek whispered soothing words in her ear, pulling her closer to him.

"This suddenly isn't as appealing anymore."

Derek laughed gently, "It'll be over by January."

"That's too long." She pouted making Derek laugh and he kissed her hair. "I don't want to tell my mom today." Addison sighed and snuggled closer to him.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, just don't worry about it."

"You don't know my mom."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Derek rubbed his hand up and down her arm gently.

"I know I don't, but it's what she could say to me."

"What would she say?"

"I don't know." She sighed. "That's the problem, you can't predict her." Derek just hugged her closer to his chest. "She won't be here until this afternoon, she has to work, work has always come before me."

"She doesn't know what she's missing out on."

She nodded. "So what do you want to do this morning then?"

"I don't mind." He nuzzled his nose into her hair, breathing in her scent.

"Maybe we could go and look at some baby things?"

"Sounds good."

"Okay." She smiled. "I'll just change." Derek nodded, loosening his arms. Addison didn't move from his grasp though. Derek just smiled, running his hand up her arm. "How do you think your sisters will react?"

"They'll go all hyper, knowing them."

"Really?" She looked up at him.

"Yeah. Nothing fazes them."

"Wow, what's it like coming from a big family?"

"Interesting," Derek paused. "Different."

Addison laughed. "I'd like to have more than one baby."

"Really?" Derek's face brightened.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I want this baby to have brothers and sisters. I want them to have the chance I never got." Derek grinned, pulling her into his arms again. She smiled. "What about you?"

"Well, I wouldn't want this baby to be all on their own, would I?"

"No." She leant up and kissed him on the lips. Derek smiled, kissing her back. He pulled her closer, his tongue slipping into her mouth, making her moan. Addison turned in his arms so her body was pressed against his and her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. Derek let out a moan and pulled her closer, aware of how she was unintentionally rubbing against his crotch, turning him on. Addison moved so she was nearly on her knees, her hips pressed against his. Derek moaned again and wrapped his arms around her waist, one hand slowly moving under her top and rubbing her back. Both of them could feel the growing bulge in Derek's pants, becoming harder by the second. One of her hands moved and rested on his stomach, her thumb softly caressing it.

"Hmmm." Derek moaned as his tongue massaged hers. Her hips shifting once more, supporting her weight.

"Derek." She breathed, resting her forehead against his once the need for air had become too much. He just looked into her eyes and ran a thumb over her cheek and swollen lips. "Your, erm, your." Her cheeks flushed. Derek looked embarrassed, shifting so that he sat up against the bath. "Does…does it hurt?"

"Er, a bit, when it's uh… confined."

"Sorry." She smiled sheepishly.

"What for?"

"For causing that, and it must hurt now."

Derek smirked, "Oh, it's not a problem. It only hurts when it's confined, otherwise it feels good."

Addison frowned. "But it's confined right now so it's got to hurt."

Derek shrugged. "I don't really mind," He smiled softly at her.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"To help...?" Derek raised his eyebrow slightly.

"I caused the problem."

"It was both of us, and I wouldn't call it a problem."

"Then what are you going to do about it?"

"Get rid of it, I guess. I can't go around with a bulge in my pants now can I?"

"No." She smiled.

"Well, then." He smirked.

"Do you, erm, need time to yourself, to erm, you know, get rid of it?"

Derek smiled gratefully. "Yeah, that would be good."

"Okay." She pecked his lips quickly before standing up and leaving the bathroom. Derek watched her leave, smiling to himself as he settled back to get rid of his erection.

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Addison sat on the couch next to Derek, holding his hand tightly as she waited for her mother and father to enter the living room. "It will be alright," Derek whispered, "I'm staying right here."

"Thank you." She squeezed his hand tightly. Derek sat patiently with Addison, waiting for her parents to arrive. It wasn't long before they walked in, her mother looking irritable. "Hey, mom."

"This better be quick, Addison."

"Erm, I'm pregnant mom." She looked down.

"Excuse me?" She looked at her daughter, as if seeing her for the first time.

"I'm pregnant." Addison repeated. "You're going to be a grandmother."

"I know," she snapped. She looked at Derek, distaste evident on her already pinched features. Addison flinched at her words. Joanna sighed, looking back at Addison. "I'm already late for work, here take this money - it should be enough to take care of it." Her gaze travelled down Addison's her stomach, pursing her lips.

"What? I'm not having an abortion, mom, I'm keeping this baby."

"You are getting rid of it. Do you know how this will look like on me?"

"I don't care, mom, I'm keeping this baby no matter what you say." Addison placed a hand on her bump.

Joanna narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. "I don't have time for this, I need to be at work. We will discuss this later."

"You can't make me get rid of my baby."

"I'm your mother, I have every right to tell you what to do, especially since you're under the age of consent!"

"I'm not getting rid of this baby, this baby is a part of me! I am not going to kill it!"

"You will do what I tell you! You are still a child, you're sixteen, there is no way you are keeping it, especially as it will just be a liability!"

"My baby will not be a liability! I love this baby!"

"You are not going to keep it!"

"I am! Derek and I are going to raise this baby together!"

"You're only sixteen! You have high school to finish, and what are you going to do about college? How are you going to raise it without any qualifications?"

"We'll cope, Derek can go full time, and I can go a few days a week and his family can look after the baby."

"How will he find work without qualifications, huh?"

"He can go to school and college, he can qualify and get a job."

"Maybe your mother is right, Addi, you do have your future to think about. You can start a family with Derek later on." Peter sighed.

"Thank you, Peter." Joanna glared at Addison, crossing her arms.

"I am not getting rid of this baby!"

"You have no choice! You're sixteen years old, we're the parents and we decide what is best for you!"

"You are not taking this baby from me!" Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Well, maybe you should of waited before jumping into bed with the first guy you see!"

"I didn't jump into bed with him!"

"Who with, then?" Joanna challenged her, "You didn't get pregnant on your own!"

"I was raped!" Addison sobbed. "I didn't choose this."

"You were what?" Joanna's eyes widened, sitting on the nearest surface.

"I was raped." Her voice was quiet.

"Raped..." The word tasted sour on her tongue. "Well, shouldn't that be even more of a reason?"

"No! I am keeping this baby no matter what you say!"

"You'll be faced with a constant reminder of what happened!"

"This baby will not remind me of what happened!"

"This thing," she paused, "was created in a disgusting and vile way!"

"What happened is not this baby's fault, it has nothing to do with the baby." Addison stood from the couch.

"And what if it looks like the guy who raped you, huh?"

"I don't care, you're not taking this baby from me."

"You are sixteen years old Addison! We're your parents, you're still under our care until you're of age, so we decide what's best for you!"

"No! You cannot make me have an abortion, this is my body, not yours!" Addison turned and left the living room, running up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut. She searched her bathroom frantically, pulling out a blade and cutting down her arm, watching as the blood dripped, before moving to her other arm.

Derek followed Addison, urgency in his steps. He opened her door, walking through into the bathroom.

"Addison!" She looked up, not realising he had followed her, tears rolling down her cheeks. He stepped closer, feeling his heart break at the sight of Addison. His Addison.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry." She had let him down. Suddenly she stood up and pushed past him, running out of the house.

"Addison, wait!" Derek yelled after her, running to her door. She didn't turn around and just ran, ran away from there.