"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, there beneath the blue suburban skies." Penny Lane, the Beatles -Dasey-
Penny Lane, 3:00
"You promise?" Casey questions, sitting on the porch of the Blue Heron Lodge, while gazing out at the lake.
"Of course," her step-brother, and husband, answers. "You love it here."
"But… Felicia said…"
Derek shakes his head. "It doesn't matter."
"She's family, Derek, it does matter."
He groans, and sits next to her. "Casey, I am not going to leave you, just because Felicia doesn't like me."
"That's an understatement."
"Hmm?"
"I think she hates you, Derek. I think she hates me."
"She could never hate you, Case. No one can hate you. Trust me," he teases, "I tried."
His wife smiles. "The same goes for you, you know. I tried to hate you. It was an epic failure, though."
Derek grins. "But, you love me."
"I wouldn't be in this situation if I didn't," she laughs, one hand over her pregnant stomach. "You got me into this, Venturi."
"You're a Venturi now too, Princess. Besides, if Felicia doesn't want us here… we could always find a spot in town."
Casey beams, the ring on her left hand sparkling.
He leans forward, hand over hers on her stomach, and kisses her.
A loud coughing has the pair separating.
"Felicia," Derek greets, as Casey bashfully ducks her head.
"What are you still doing here?" the older woman snaps at Derek. "Get. Out."
"Grandma! I thought I made this clear, fifteen years ago, when you first met Derek. If he goes, I go," Casey calmly states. "You don't understand; I. Love. Him."
Felicia's resolve crumbles before their eyes. "I know, Casey."
She kisses her aging grandmother's cheek, before retreating to the car.
"Felicia?" he calls to the woman, who was returning inside.
"Yes?"
"I love her too."
With a smile, she responds, "I know that too. Take care of her, Derek."
"Always."