When Derek Shepherd wasn't at work, he could be found minding his business, reading an unbelievably thick novel from his father's collection. After his father was murdered, he promised himself that he would read them all. Occasionally, he would come across a page that he'd dogeared or scribbled notes on and it made him smile. It was almost like he was sitting there with his father, watching Liz and Amelia play on the floor.

On the chopping block tonight was Oliver Twist. He dropped a tea bag into the steaming hot water in his mug and threw himself head first into the book, only to have his peaceful night completely uprooted when their glass sliding door flew open and into his house flew unprecedented chaos.

"Shepherd, 'm having a crisis!"

He raised his eyebrows and set the book on the coffee table, "No kidding," Derek said. "Hello, Sofia," The darker-haired man cooed, coming down to eye level with the screeching infant in his best friend's arms.

"She won't," a pained, tired expressions crossed the plastic surgeon's face, "Stop," He dropped the clumsily packed diaper bag on the floor, "Crying,"

"What did you do to her?" Derek asked, taking a long sip of his tea, "And just so we're clear, Mark, if Zola wakes up…I'm going to kick your ass."

Mark stared pointedly at the baby in his hands, "You're too late. I'm already getting my ass kicked here. We were watching The Cosby Show and she started this meltdown of epic proportions," He groaned, pacing back and forth as he bounced Sofia in his arms.

"The Cosby Show? Seriously? Dad hack number one: Bubble Guppies on-demand will save your life," Derek said, "Her face is turning red, you might want to do something about that."

"That's why I came over here, you idiot!" Mark whispered loudly, "You should've heard her on the way here, her little head was going to explode – it was like riding with Banshee, I thought she was going to bust the windows out my car."

"You're making it worse," Derek pointed out, "Babies sense agitation…you know that."

"If she screams herself into an aneurysm, her mothers will never forgive me – "

"Neurologically impossible…"

"Shepherd…"

He smiled, "Fine. Give her to me."

"No give backs," Mark replied, shifting the one-year-old infant from his arms to Derek's.

The neurosurgeon glared at him, vaguely affronted, "Seriously? She's a baby, not a PB&J sandwich you're trading on the playground," Derek pointed out, "Yes, Daddy can be very idiotic, can't he?" He easily switched to his baby voice, the one that Zola was always so amused by. "Want to watch Bubble Guppies?"

"Arizona says TV before 18 months is bad for the kid's brain – short-term memory – "

"While I respect Dr. Robbins as a pediatric surgeon and Arizona as a friend," Derek interjected, gleefully switching the TV to his own daughter's favorite channel, "Respectfully, Mark, you're getting your ass handed to you by a one-year-old. One episode of Bubble Guppies isn't going to ruin her."


The three women walked into the Grey-Shepherd household, and the sight in the living room was truly hilarious. Derek was lying across the couch, a very tired Zola spread across his chest and his free hand dangling Oliver Twist off the edge of the sofa. Sofia was laying on the other couch, with pillows surrounding her, presumably to stop her from rolling off the couch. And Mark…Mark was spread-eagle on the floor, with a cup of tea next to him and Bubble Guppies playing in the background.

"We should take a picture," Callie said, taking Arizona's hand in her own.

"He let her watch TV," Arizona said with a heavy sigh, "It must've been a rough night."

Meredith looked back at her two friends, "Bubble Guppies is the only thing that'll stop Zola's meltdowns," She remembered, "Derek swears by it."

"Should we wake them up?" Callie asked.

Arizona shook her head, "And deal with part two of whatever happened here?" She responded, gesturing to the general scene of disorder in Meredith's living room, "I think not. Meredith, can we – "

"Guest bedroom's all yours," Meredith said knowingly, "Up the stairs and to the left. Callie, Arizona?" She called as they made their way up the stairs, "What do you think the guys will say to Moms' Night Out next week?"