A/N: Thanks so much for all of the reviews and an extra special thank you to Mackster for suggesting I introduce Casey's parents. It's just a brief introduction, but there will be more of them and the Cabot family at the wedding.

It was the morning of Casey's 36th birthday and she was wondering what Alex had planned for her or if she had anything planned for her at all. They hadn't spent the night together, which worried Casey. Her fiancée had been distant lately and she had no idea why. Had she said something to upset Alex? Was Alex having second thoughts about marrying her? The worrying was starting to consume Casey so she decided to call Alex. Her first attempt at calling her rang twice before going to voicemail. Her second attempt rang once. Seeing as it didn't go straight to voicemail, Casey knew that Alex was purposely ignoring her.

Casey tried to keep herself from crying, but the thought of losing Alex was too much for her. She rested her head on one of the couch cushions and continued to think about what could have gone wrong with Alex. She stared at a picture of them—one of the many pictures of them hanging on her wall—and started to cry even more. When she heard a knock on her door, she attempted to wipe her tears, but she knew she looked like she had been crying hysterically. Assuming it was Abbie and Serena, Casey opened the door and prepared to greet them.

Instead of her two best friends, there was another woman at the door—the woman she had been waiting to see.

"Alex!" Casey said excitedly.

"Happy birthday, babe!" Alex said and gave her a hug. "I've missed you so much. Why were you crying?"

"You've been ignoring my calls and I was assuming the worst," Casey began. "I thought you had changed your mind about marrying me."

"Why would I change my mind about that?" Alex asked. "I'm in it for the long run. You're my woman and nothing is going to change that."

"Then why were you ignoring me?"

"Come here," Alex said and led her to the couch so they could sit down. "Casey, the reason I wasn't talking to you is because I'm horrible with surprises and I didn't want to ruin this one for you. I've been working hard on arranging this and I was busy with the last minute details."

"Are you going to tell me what it is now?" Casey asked, finally feeling relieved. Her Alex loved her. Her Alex would never leave her. Her Alex had something up her sleeve and Casey had to find out what it was.

"Get in the shower," Alex urged her, "and when you get out, I'll be ready with your surprise."

Casey wanted Alex to join her, but when Alex set her mind on doing something, there was no way she'd change it. Not even taking her clothes off and standing in front of Alex could change her mind, although seeing her naked fiancée did make her eyes bulge.

"Case, I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work," Alex insisted even though she was sitting down, eye-level to her fiancée's most private area and she was becoming fixated on the exposed patch of fiery red hair.

"My eyes are up here," Casey reminded her.

"Maybe a shower might do me some good," Alex realized.

After their shower, Alex insisted on changing her clothes in another room and she handed Casey her first gift. While in the bathroom, Casey pulled a brand new Yankees jersey out of the gift bag and a Yankees beanie. The card read, Happy birthday. Here's part one of your surprise. All my love, Alex.

"Ready for part two?" Alex asked as she knocked on the bathroom door. When Casey opened it, she saw her fiancée dressed in a low-cut Yankees tank top, short denim shorts and a Yankees headband.

"You look…amazing. This is the best surprise anyone has ever given me, especially since they're playing the Red Sox today. Maybe we can order some take-out and watch the game together."

"We could do that," Alex said in between kisses. "But I have a better idea. Look at the envelope on your bed. There's part three of your gift."

Casey opened the envelope and found tickets to the Yankees versus Red Sox game that was scheduled to start in a couple of hours. Instead of just two tickets, there were four of them and Casey had a feeling that whoever was joining them was part four of her surprise.

"You're taking me to the game?" Casey asked as she hugged Alex.

"I am."

"You hate sports."

"But I love you," Alex told her. "There's two more parts to your birthday present. Part four should be here any minute now."

Without much convincing, Alex managed to top Casey on her bed. They didn't want to get too worked up so Alex swore she'd keep her hands and her mouth above Casey's waist. She unbuttoned Casey's jersey and struggled to remove her own tank top and push-up bra while still straddling Casey.

"Why are you leaving my jeans on?" Casey asked.

"Because I said we can't do anything below the waist," Alex reminded her. "Besides, when you hear a knock at your door, it'll be suspicious if we take too much time getting dressed. This way, you can just button your jersey and answer the door while I stay in here and put my shirt back on."

"You think of everything, don't you?" Casey asked as she delicately pulled Alex toward her.

"Yes, when it comes to being physical with you."

Alex nibbled on Casey's neck and tried to stop with that gesture, but she couldn't help herself. She sloppily unbuttoned Casey's jeans and slid her hand down the front of Casey's panties.

"What happened to your plan?"

"I can't resist you," Alex said. "And, judging by how wet you are right now, you can't resist me either."

Alex and Casey were so wrapped up in each other that they weren't paying attention to their surroundings. They heard no noises other than their whispers and their own soft moans. So, when the doorknob turned and someone walked into Casey's room, they had absolutely no idea until they heard a loud gasp.

"Casey!" the woman managed to say. She wanted to leave but she was too shocked to move. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't know."

"Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?" Casey asked as she tried to cover up Alex and herself.

"We'll explain later," Mr. Novak said, still trying to keep his eyes fixated on the floor. He knew Casey was a 36-year-old woman who was about to be married, but he still liked to think of his daughter as untouched.

"I feel like a frightened teenager," Alex managed to say through her laughter. "When I invited your parents, I had no idea this would happen."

"I wish you would have told me," Casey said, frustrated. "They have a key, Alex! I wouldn't have fooled around with you had I known it was my parents you had invited to go with us."

"Well, I wouldn't have fooled around with you had I known they had a key," Alex snapped back.

Casey rested her head on her fiancée's chest. "I'm sorry, Alex. I don't mean to be upset with you. This is just so embarrassing. Here I am in my mid-30s and I still want my parents to think I'm a virgin."

"It's okay," Alex said as she ran her fingers through Casey's hair. "We should really get dressed now if we want to make it to the game on time."

"Mom, Dad!" Casey said when she finally met them in the living room. She was excited to see them, but she still couldn't get passed what had happened earlier.

Mrs. Novak got up from the couch to give her daughter a hug. "Casey, my birthday girl. You look so beautiful. Do you mind if we have a talk, just us three girls?"

Casey and Alex exchanged nervous glances before finally agreeing to go to Casey's room. She had no idea what this talk was going to be about and she wished more than anything that they could just go to the game. While walking to the room, Casey felt like a pre-pubescent girl all over again. She remembered the time in seventh grade that her mom had caught her enjoying a Victoria's Secret catalogue and now twenty-four years later, her mom had caught her enjoying an actual woman.

"Look at you two," Mrs. Novak said and started shaking her head. She couldn't help smiling at her daughter and her future daughter-in-law who were now holding hands on the bed and looking as if they were just five seconds away from crying. "You're two tough lawyers who have gone up against some of the scum of the earth and you're looking at me like two lost puppies. What happened really wasn't that bad."

"You saw my future wife topless with her hand down my pants," Casey pointed out. "What about it wasn't that bad?"

"You're both grown women and you're engaged to be married. I've never seen a couple as in love with each other as the two of you are and I know you two want to express your love for each other physically."

"Mom," Casey groaned. "Like you said, I'm a grown woman. I don't need the sex talk."

"I know you don't," Mrs. Novak told her. "I just want you to know that there's nothing wrong with what you were doing. Just look at Alex. She's beautiful. How could you wait until marriage to have a physical relationship with her? And she's a sweetheart. You know I approve of her."

"Thank you, Mrs. Novak," Alex said shyly.

"Please, just call me 'Mom'," Mrs. Novak said. "Casey, she really is a gem. She taught me how to scan and email photos so I can help with your invitations. Oh, by the way, Alex, I have some more for you in my purse."

"Mom, no. No more photos," Casey pleaded.

"Alex and I have to have something to keep ourselves occupied while we're all at the stadium and you and your father are watching the game and getting intoxicated," Casey's mom told her.

"Fine," Casey said even though she was thrilled that her mom and Alex would have something to do while she and her father got into arguments with Red Sox fans.

"Do you like part four?" Alex asked once Mrs. Novak had left them alone in the room.

"I love it. I can't believe you arranged this," Casey told her. "What's part five?"

Alex undid the button on her shorts and revealed part of the Yankees thong she was wearing. "That's for when I have you all to myself tonight."