Okay so this is my first Grey's fic, though I have written before, mainly band fics though so this is a little different. I'll admit that it might take a while to get going so think of this as a taster chapter to get used to my writing style, decide whether you love or hate it... I'm English so if get American things wrong I'm sorry... It will get better I promise, I have many things planned for them :)

And of course I do not claim to own any of the characters on Grey's Anatomy, although if I did the season 3 finale would have been a lot happier.

One final note, I have no idea when I'll be able to write more, in the middle of A levels atm so yeah... could be a while!

At six o'clock in the morning, the cries of Lily Shepherd broke the silence of a wet and drizzly Monday morning. Groaning, Meredith made a move to get up and tend to her 2 month old daughter when she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her back down into the warmth of her bed.

"…my day off Mer, I'll see to her… you sleep," and before she knew it Meredith was tucked up back in bed and her soon-to-be husband stumbled half-asleep out of their bedroom.

Derek opened the door to the nursery and walked over to the cot where his daughter lay screaming her tiny lungs out. He picked her up and held her against his chest where her small fists grabbed his pyjama top desperately and her cries deepened.

"Hey, hey missy, shhhhhhhhh... Someone's hungry aren't they? We'll soon sort you out won't we princess? Yes we will," he soothed as he walked downstairs to the kitchen rubbing her back. He grabbed a bottle of breast milk from the fridge and stuck it in the "bottle heater thing" (aptly named by Meredith) and walked Lily round until her cries began to cease. Once the milk was warm he walked into the living room and sat himself on the sofa and began to feed his daughter. Even though he'd only had 5 hours sleep (the joys of being a Neurosurgeon) he relished the time spent with Lily. He was besotted with her, he'd fallen in love all over again when she had been placed in his arms for the first time and he could honestly say he'd do anything for her.

He hadn't spent as much time with Lily as he might have liked over the past 2 months since she'd arrived, his busy schedule and inflexible work hours apparently didn't allow for father-daughter bonding time. Meredith though was on maternity leave and would be for the next month, perhaps longer (though he doubted she'd be able to stay away from the OR for that long) and he was jealous of all the time his fiancé had alone with their daughter. But grey mornings when he didn't have to work were his and his alone to spend with his beautiful little girl. She'd look up at him with her sparkly blue eyes and he'd just smile and think how lucky he was. On that particular grey day he remembered back to when they'd found out. It hadn't been a planned pregnancy, a late Christmas present you might say…

They'd been celebrating the holiday with their friends; there had been mulled wine and cheesy Christmas music and lots of food and stupid games and crackers with paper hats. It had been perfect and when Derek was saying the final goodbyes at their door, he'd turned round and found Meredith swaying to Judy Garland, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. He'd walked over and took her in his arms and they'd danced together.

"Thank you so much for the most wonderful Christmas Derek," she'd whispered, placing her head against his chest as he held her closer.

"It was my pleasure Mer, I love you so so much… I couldn't imagine spending it with anyone else," and he'd bent down and kissed her softly, his tongue just lingering on her lips. That night they'd made love on the floor of their living room, forgetting everything, completely absorbed in each other, falling asleep in each others arms amidst discarded wrapping paper and bits of ribbon.

It had been four weeks later when Meredith found herself staring at a blue stick. When she'd told him she had burst into tears and stuttered, "I'm pr-pr-pregnant and I, I-I don't know what to do D-Derek…" and he'd pulled her on to his lap and into a hug. "It'll be okay, shhhhhh sweetheart, we'll be okay, I promise…" he'd whispered as he'd rocked her back and forth until her sobs stopped. Eventually she'd pulled back and looked at him, breathed, "You're sure?" "I'm sure." She'd smiled then, apparently needing no more assurance and she'd snuggled back further into his chest, completely trusting him and he'd never felt happier. His girlfriend, the love of his life was pregnant and they had a whole future ahead of him.

Derek was brought back to reality when he heard a gurgle from his daughter, she'd finished her bottle and was staring up at him expectantly. He placed the bottle on the coffee table and returned his attention back to Lily

"Wasn't that yummy princess?" He cooed, tickling her nose, earning a smile, "The yummiest breakfast ever wasn't it?" and he lifted her over his shoulder and walked her back upstairs, winding her as he went. He walked down the hall and placed his already weary daughter back into her crib, tucking her underneath the quilt his mother had made.

Meredith was still dozing when she felt an arm snake round her waist and a warm body spooned up against her. She smiled and grabbed his hand bring it up to her chest, giggling as he inhaled her hair, which after 3 years still smelt of lavender.

"Morning daddy," she mumbled sleepily.

"And good morning mummy," came the teasing reply. She turned and shuffled against his chest, her hair splayed everywhere and he stroked her back. They lay entangled for a while when Derek broke the silence.

"So I was thinking today we could spend the day together… just you and me? Izzie offered to look after Lily for a few hours and I thought we could, well you know…" he'd looked suggestively at her, his blue eyes twinkling but his smiling face soon turned into a frown when he saw her expression. She looked uncomfortable, her eyes refusing to meet his and he felt her stiffen slightly in his arms.

"I'm really sorry Derek…but I just-"

"Alright Mer, don't worry... when you're ready… it's just I thou-"

"I know. And you've been incredibly patient, and don't worry, it won't go unrewarded..." She grinned at him then, her eyes finally meeting his, "It's just, at the moment, well, I-"

"-don't feel ready, I get it." She relaxed again and kissed his jaw, inhaling the musky scent of cologne and soap.

"I love you Derek, don't forget that okay? I'm just having a hard time getting back into the swing of things," she paused, looking up at him, "I want our first time together again to be right, perfect… you get that sweetheart don't you?"

"I do Mer, I do," and he smiled. He could wait, he would wait.

So what do you guys think? Should I keep writing? Please review :)