"How can you not have any food here? Nothing, nothing at all. How is that even possible?"
"Well, it's been years since we've been on Earth. I wasn't exactly prepared for company."
"I'm not company," Meredith says, her hands moving frantically as she stood in front of John, "I'm your wife. You're five months pregnant wife who is in need of nourishment for your child."
"Our child," he says, but she doesn't even hear him.
"When is the food going to be here? Forever, of course. How does delivery take a half an hour? We have things to do today. I need to go somewhere and get clothes, regular clothes, and big ones, because I'm not wearing maternity clothes, well ever, but especially not to meet your father tomorrow…oh god your father. What if he hates me? He hasn't seen you in years and now he's going to see you and me and I'm pregnant and what…."
John did many things badly in his life. Talking about his emotions was certainly one of those things. Luckily, knowing exactly how to deal with Meredith was something he did very well, possibly better than anything else.
So, he stood, his hands lifting to Meredith's face as he pulled her closer for a kiss.
Meredith let out a half moan, half groan as they kissed, but eventually gave into it. When she pulled back, her eyes were wide.
"Relax, baby," John said, his hand sliding down from her face to her slightly rounded belly, "Everything will be fine."
She smiled at him, looking slightly calmed, but then she stopped, one hand on her hip as she glared at him, "Did you just call me baby?"
John blushed a little, cursed internally as he felt it to the tips of his ears, "Uh, well, it seemed to be…appropriate…at the time."
"Baby," Mer repeated, like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
"What? You liked it a little bit."
"Did not."
"Did too, baby."
Meredith glared, but John caught the little shiver the terms of endearment caused, "Did not."
"Did to…sweetheart," John said, leaning closer to her.
"Did not, and hey, what are you doing? There is no way you're getting laid right now."
"Whatever you say, honey," John said, lips pressed against her neck as his hands slid up from her hips to her sensitive breasts.
"I mean it, John, stop calling me those names." It was hard to take Meredith seriously since she was moaning between practically every word.
"Of course, McKay."
"I'm still hungry," Meredith complained, although again it was hard to take her seriously since she was pulling her clothes off.
"Well then I'll distract you until the food gets here…baby."
"John!"