A/N: This chapter is rated "T" for sure. Sexual content later on. This does take place in the present by the way. I hope you like this.
Derek was attempting to navigate the snowy streets of his and Casey's hometown. Amelia Isabel was sleeping quietly in her carseat and Casey was looking out the window thoughtfully.
"Does it seem...smaller to you?" Casey asked.
"What do you mean, babe?"
"When we were younger this place seemed so big. Running around with Sam and Emily during high school. Coming back during college vacations...it seemed so big. But now it seems miniscule. Like everything we did doesn't even matter anymore."
"Geeze, Space Case. We've grown up. We're not kids anymore. We have a kid now. But that doesn't mean that anything we've ever done no longer matters."
"Remember our first spring break home during college." Casey reached over and grasped his hand.
"Oh, god that was a mess." Derek laughed. "It was a wreck."
"Mom and George were so mad." Casey's face was blushing at the memory. Derek kissed his wife's hand. They pulled into the driveway of their adolescent home. Derek had to admit it did seem smaller. Casey unbuckled and went to the back seat. Amelia was 8 weeks old and beginning to look like a little Derek clone. Except for Casey's eyes. She grabbed the massive diaper bag and the carseat.
"Derek, can you grab the bouncy seat and play yard?"
"This little girl has more shit than I do." Derek groaned but did as he was asked. "Seriously, she weighs 9 pounds and is barely 2 feet long. Why the hell does she need all of this?"
"It is necessary for her development and stimulation. If she is staying away from us for nearly 3 days I want her to have all of her favorite things."
"Again. She is 8 weeks old. Her favorite things are your boobies and the tv remote which is so drenched in drool I can't hit the number nine anymore."
"Der-ek. Come on. Help me with your daughter's stuff." Casey was serious but also laughing. The two lugged the stuff up to the front door and before they could knock the door swung open. Nora was smiling at the three of them and appeared so happy to see them.
"Give me my granddaughter." She took the carrier from Casey and ushered the young parents in. "How was the drive?"
"Snowy. Everything Is cold and wet, Nora. It's Canada in Winter." Derek deadpanned. He dropped the play yard and bouncy swing in the living room. Marti was sitting on the couch tapping on her phone. "Hey, Smarti. Why are you home?" Derek greeted.
"Hey, Smerek. Long weekend. Did you bring the baby?" She responded. They still kept up the Smarti and Smerek routine except for a short time when Marti was 15 and 16 and too easily embarrassed to use such baby talk.
"No. The tiny froggy bouncer is mine. It soothes my soul."
"Smartass." Marti laughed. "I'm helping mom and dad with the baby this weekend." Since Marti was so young when George and Nora got hitched, she had just taken to calling Nora mom around the end of 1st grade. It didn't hurt Derek or Edwin any as their real mom was more interested in discovering herself in Spain. Though the annual holiday packages were always amusing.
"Case has Amelia. Nora is busy fawning." Derek flopped down on the couch.
"Look at this little doll." Nora gushed as she walked further in the room. Casey put down the empty carseat and diaper bag. She sat down in what used to be Derek's Recliner and curled her feet under her. Nora sat beside Marti with Amelia and both women fawned over her.
"Mia, Mia, Mia. My marvelous mini Mia." Marti sang.
"Mia?" Casey questioned.
"Amelia is such a big name for such a tiny baby. And that's a song Derek used to sing to me." She explained.
"No proof." Derek scoffed and rose from the couch. "Where's my dad?"
"Garage." Nora said simply. "Mia suits her."
"You know what? It really does." Casey agreed. As if to further press it Amelia giggled in response to her new name. Derek left the bunch of girls in the living room and found his dad out in the garage. The space heater was cranked and his dad was trying to restore old household items, his new hobby. A 1950's radio. A 1930's toaster. A 1980's walkman. Today it was a washing machine from the twenties.
"Dad your old age has brought up some really lame hobbies." Derek said as he picked up a screwdriver.
"Well, with all of you kids out of my house and my hair...I have a lot of free time. And there is no way in hell I am joining Nora's book club." he looked up at his son. Derek Michael was nearing 28, he was a husband, he was a father. And he was doing a damn good job at all of it. It was touch and go there for awhile, but George knew everything would turn out okay. Call it, father's intuition. "How is Amelia?"
"Oh, well. She's going by Mia now apparently. But otherwise, good. She's sleeping through the night mostly. And her spit ups are less frequent." Derek tossed the screwdriver in the air.
"I'm really proud of you, son." George patted his shoulder firmly. "You're doing really well with all of this."
"Thanks...can I tell you something without it ever being brought up ever again and in no way it makes me a permanent pansy."
"Shoot."
"Being a dad. Being married. It's actually the easiest thing I've ever done. And the happiest I've ever been."
"Derek, that doesn't make you a pansy. It makes you a man."
"Derek? George?" The garage door opened and Casey was standing in the doorway with Mia latched to her right breast. "Nora's ordering pizza. What do you want?"
"Whatever she's having." Derek pointed to Mia.
"Der-ek! That's crude and inconsiderate!" Casey took the burp cloth on her left shoulder and used it to cover her daughter's head. "You're both getting pepperoni. Suck it." she huffed and went inside.
"Too much?" Derek asked George.
"Too much." George confirmed.
Two or so hours later Derek and Casey were back on the road with an empty backseat. Casey was teary eyed and Derek may not have admitted it but he too was nervous about leaving Mia for the weekend.
"So, what's on the roster tonight?" Derek asked, reaching over to his wife's leg. He slowly ran it up her thigh and she smacked him away.
"Laundry and using our new printer to print pictures of Mia to frame and send to family members."
"Casey! Come on!" Derek groaned, extremely frustrated. "We are alone. For the first time in eight...nearly nine weeks. And you can see your toes this time! We can stop doing it doggie because your massive baby stomach is gone. This is exciting!"
"Despite you calling me massive...it can be exciting." Casey was hesitant.
"Open the glovebox, love." Derek was rubbing Casey's knee again. She opened the glove box and pulled out a pink and silver piece of paper. It was a $50 gift ticket for Lust and Lace an adult store in a busy shopping district of town. Derek and Casey had teased about shopping at the pink and silver store. Pink plush couches. Chrome finishes. Silver curly script labeling sections. They had gone to the website, but never actually inside the store.
"D-derek...what?" Casey's face was rapidly turning from pink blush to deep red mortification. "Oh my...oh…" she looked at the company's slogan on the back. Lust for our good girls...Lace for our bad boys.
"I've had this planned for awhile. This is all about you...okay, the silk pink teddy and lace panties are more for me. But the warming massage oil can be for you!" Derek pulled into the shopping district and got a perfect parking spot. Derek got out of the car and opened his wife's door. "Keep an open mind, Princess."
They walked hand and hand into the store. It was classy and yet horrible. Vibrators, dildos, flavored condoms, warming and cooling and soothing and tingly lubes, edible panties, adult movies with actresses fresh from high school, costumes for males and females, masks, handcuffs, silk scarves...this place was a fantasy land. Casey was so mortified she couldn't speak. Derek on the other hand looked like a kid in a candy store.
A woman walked up to the couple. She was in blue jeans that looked painted on, no shirt other than a black leather vest, and six inch red stilettos. Her long blond hair was curled expertly and her make up made her look like the mix of a runway model and a porn star.
"Hey, I'm Vanessa Vixen. Is there something I can show you to?" her voice was husky, dripping with sex.
"Oh, my god." Derek said. "Venessa? Vanessa Hindsley?"
"Derek Venturi! You look great!" Vanessa's voice went back to a normal tone as they wrapped up in a hug. "God, Derek. I haven't seen you since college. Remember you were dating that geeky girl with brown hair...I was so drunk I threw up in her shoes at your dorm room after that party when she was away on some weird dance tour."
"Oh, um Nessa. This is my wife...Casey." Derek wrapped his arm around Casey's waist.
"I had to throw those shoes out, Vanessa." Casey said bitterly. She crossed her arms and scowled at the blonde bombshell. Casey was wearing black yoga pants and a purple t-shirt with breast milk on it. Her brown hair was thrown up in a horribly messy knot on top of her head. "Sorry, I look like a hot mess. I just had Derek's daughter a few weeks ago."
"Oh, Casey. You look great." Vanessa stammered. "We have a delightful selection of postpartum and maternity nighties. They slim the tummy and accent your breasts."
"Sound lovely. We'll find them ourselves. Anything for anniversaries? We've been together for nearly nine years. That's the age of your son, right?" Casey snapped, she walked away thinking it might have been too far but got distracted by a side room filled with clothes. She reached up to a rack of soft fabrics. She pulled down a teddy.
Black satin, pink bow right between the breast cups, It fell right below the bum. Pink lace trimmed the bottom hem and between the breasts. It was sexy...Casey was blushing just holding the sheer fabric.
"Oh, my god. He would lose his freakin' mind. It looks just like the one that girl in the magazine wore. Really, Derek, hiding it in your gym bag..men are dumb." Casey murmured to herself. She slung it over her arm and walked to a different section. Derek was with Vanessa in the lubrication aisle.
"Hey, Princess. Nessa was just helping me pick something you'll love."
"Nessa, we've got this." Casey dismissed her. Vanessa opened her mouth as if to say something but instead walked away to help a portly man looking at anal beads.
"Casey, please don't read more into this than there is." Derek pleaded, hoping the sexy night he planned wasn't ruined. "Besides, this gel warms as I rub and it smells like roses. He held it up to her and Casey took a sniff.
"I like it. Let's get it. And I'm not threatened by Vanessa. I know that it doesn't matter who finds my husband attractive, I'm the one you're crawling in bed with." she kissed his nose. "And she really doesn't want to mess with a chubby hormonal woman running on four hours of sleep."
"That is so hot." Derek murmured. "Let's keep shopping." He took her hand and led her around the store. They got the teddy, the lube, special arousing bubble bath, a dvd that Derek had to promise not to watch when Mia was in the apartment, and purple fuzzy handcuffs...just for a joke.
Once home Casey flopped down on the couch. She flipped on the TV and watched the last couple minutes of Grease. Derek was giddy as he put their new toys away. He was in their room making the bed the way Casey liked. He laid the teddy on the bed and got hard just looking at it. He lit a few floral candles, that he secretly liked. He went into the bathroom that was attached to their room and began to run a hot bath. As he went to go get Casey, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate.
Nessa: Hey, man. It was so good seeing you today. Glad I got your number. We need to get together sometime. Lunch on me next week? :)
Derek: Sure, sounds great. I'm off on Tuesday but I have Mia because Case teaches a class.
Nessa: No problem! I'd love to meet your mini-me. :))))) Gotta go. Ttys!
Derek shrugged and tossed his phone on the dresser. Lunch with an old friend. Sounds fun. And a good chance for Mia and him to get out of the damn house while Casey taught her two hour class.
"Casey." he lowered his voice into that husky tone that drove her wild. He kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs, crouching between her knees. "Hey, sexy lady." he kissed her thighs. He loved her long shapely legs and her new soft belly that she hated but Derek found irresistible. He wanted to kiss every inch of her but he paused at her slender neck and sucked gently. She moaned.
"Derek…" she sighed happily. She ran a hand through his soft brown hair.
"What?" Derek groaned sexily. "Tell me, gorgeous."
"Please…" she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took her shirt off over her head and sucked at her breasts, leaving gentle pink marks. His lips found hers and he unhooked her pastel yellow bra, setting her large swollen breasts free.
"Please what, Princess? Just because you're spoiled royalty doesn't mean you don't have to ask for what you want." he was losing his composure under the touch of this amazingly beautiful woman.
"Please take me to the bath and have amazing sex with me until Sunday evening." she leaned down and nibbled his ear. He grunted with indescribable pleasure. He lifted her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. Bridal style he carried his wife into their shared room. They ignored the crib in the corner. The pile of dirty laundry on the closet floor. All of their social media and texts. For the first time in quite a long time...Derek and Casey McDonald-Venturi remembered what it was like to be 19 and in love.
A/N: I kind of wanted to make their first sex scene really tender and loving. I hope you didn't mind all the sappy stuff. How do you feel about Vanessa? I created her and she makes me feel uneasy...you know the drill! Read, respond, review! :) Much love, Little Crickett.