Title: Years

Chapter: Six

Couple: Casey/Cappie

Fandom: Greek

Words: 1,343

Rating: PG-13

You’ve always been a really good packer. While Ashleigh packed two suitcases full of bikinis and flip flops for junior year’s spring break trip to Myrtle Beach, you packed a small bag with just the essentials. And when you were packing for your honeymoon trip to the Bahamas, courtesy of your husband, you packed just the bare essentials figuring that you would spend most of the week naked in the hotel room. Or, when you could convince Cappie to leave the hotel room, wearing a bikini on the beach.

Although, when Cappie stumbled upon a nude beach, you didn’t need that bikini anymore. And at least this time when you went skinny dipping, nobody stole your clothes and you were forced to run back to the hotel stark naked.

When you were packing four days before your wedding, you ran through your mental check list because you thought you didn’t need to write it down. Bikinis. Sunscreen. Sunglasses. Four sundresses, for when you realized that the two of you needed to eat. Two pairs of water shorts. Flip flops. Sandals. Three tank tops. Two semi-nice, beach-y shirts. Shampoo. Conditioner. Hair dryer. Ponytail bands. Hair clips.

What you forgot, what you needed to bring more than anything on your list, was your birth control pills.

And by the time you realized that you had forgotten them, six of the seven days of your honeymoon were over and you spent three nail biting weeks wondering if you were pregnant, much in the way you spent the days leading up to today two years ago. At the end of those three weeks, the test was positive and you were going to be a mom.

And now a year later, you’re lying in bed listen to the even breathing of Cappie and Amelia lying next to you. If you open you’re eyes, you’ll see Amelia curled up on Cappie’s chest, a sight you’ve seen everyday for the past three months. You’re always telling Cappie that he’s spoiling her, that Mia’s going to be sleeping in your bed until she’s eighteen. He just mumbles something that sounds distinctly like hogwash and tells you it’ll be fine, that Mia Bean won’t be still in your bed when she’s eighteen.

And, in all honesty, you wouldn’t care because you love the way the two of them look together. Even Amelia’s birth announcement contained a photo of the two of them, Mia curled up on his chest and every time you see this sight, your heart melts all over again.

Frannie and Evan’s announcement for Felicity Grace had been so formal, so them. And while you liked it, the one that Cappie and Wade designed at work is perfect for your daughter, for Cappie’s daughter. It was simple on the cover, just a black and white photograph of Cappie and Amelia. But when you open the card, ‘Amelia’s Here!’ pops up at you in fun, sparkly letters.

The phone rings, interrupting your thoughts and you fly into action, grabbing the phone off the hook in record speed because you don’t want to wake the baby.

“Caplan residence,” you say just like you did when you were younger and, on occasion, when you’re so sleep deprived from waking up every twenty minutes with Mia, you have accidently uttered your maiden name, much to the confusion of the person on the other end.

“Did I wake the baby?” Rusty asks you and you shake your head no, even though he can’t see you. Rolling on to your side, you glance over Cappie and Amelia’s bodies to read the time on the digital clock and you’re kind of surprised that it’s already eleven forty-two in the morning.

“Casey?” Rusty asks, unsure of whether or not you’re on the line, and you turn back over on to your back.

“Huh,” you mumble as you wipe the sleep from your right eye.

“Come to the front door,” he tells you and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Huh,” you mumble again as you sit up in a haze of sleep. You woke up with Mia at two o’clock in the morning for a quick feeding but you can’t remember who fell asleep first, her or you.

“Come to the front door,” he tells you again.

“Why?” You ask him, half awake, as you turn back to make sure you haven’t awoken Amelia with your movements and in the background you can here the phone being wrestled around.

“Just get your butt out of bed,” Rebecca barks at you and you’re still surprised to she and your brother are dating. They’re so wrong for one another, but so right for one another it’s scary. Like Cappie always said, hatred makes the heart grow fonder. And love denied only makes the heart grow fonder. “And come to the front door.”

“Okay, okay,” you tell her and hand up the phone. Grabbing a ponytail band off the night stand, you pull your hair back into a messy bun and head for the front door.

“Nice pajamas,” Rebecca tells you and you glance down to notice the dried spit up on your black tank top.

Nice, you think to yourself but make no attempts to cover it up or brush it off.

“What are you doing here?” You ask them.

“Here,” Rebecca says holding out Starbucks for you to take and after accepting it, you look at it suspiciously.

“We’re here to take the baby,” Rusty tells you and you turn your suspicious look from the coffee to him.

“Why?” You ask as Rusty has never really had an interest in babies growing up and you’re pretty sure that Rebecca is Rosemary’s baby.

“Uh, it’s your anniversary,” Rusty tells you in such a ‘duh’ kind of tone it’s like you’re suffering from amnesia or something.

“I know but why are you here?”

“To take the baby,” Rusty tells you again in the same tone and you relent, opening the door wider to let them into your and Cappie’s apartment.

“It’s like Babies ‘R Us exploded in here,” Rebecca mumbles and you would have to agree. Morning sickness, premature labor, and mandatory bed rest to keep Amelia inside made it impossible for you and Cappie to look for a new apartment, which left your little family of three crammed in the one bedroom apartment you’ve been living in together since you moved to Chicago five years ago. The two of you managed to cram Mia’s crib in your bedroom but you’re sorely tempted to have Cappie take it apart since Amelia’s not using it and save your dresser from your parents’ basement in Evanston.

“So, you wanna take Amelia?” Cappie asks from his position the doorway to your bedroom and you frantically search around him for any sign of Mia while placing your cup of coffee on the unpainted kitchen table.

“Relax, Case. She’s lying asleep in our bed,” Cappie assures you and you try to let the look of panic slip off your face and you move over to his side, avoiding the swing and over turned basket of toys on the floor. He smiles at you. You smile at him and without hesitation you point to the couch behind Rusty and Rebecca.

“Her diaper bag is right behind you, breast milk is in the fridge, and she’s lying in the bed,” you direct and you can almost feel Cappie’s excitement as he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom by a single pocket door. You glance down at Amelia, who’s fast asleep in the middle of your bed and you suppress the urge to flip her on her stomach like all the pediatricians and studies recommend.

Not that Cappie would let you or anything.

“Cap,” you squeal as he pulls you into the bathroom and pulls the door shut behind you.

“Case,” he mimics and he raises his eyebrows as you run your hand down the length of this torso.

“Mrs. Caplan, I hope you remembered your birth control pills this time.”