Set sometime after 5.15...
"I think I would like to have children" muttered Meredith. She's lying on the bottom bunk inside an on-call room while Christina is on top. Both still have their shoes on.
"I think I'm being courted" Christina mumbled with her eyes closed.
"Not now, but I suppose I can handle it" Meredith said, now chewing her bottom lip, her hands balled on her stomach staring at the top bunk.
"I can handle courtship. We both can handle anything. Not as good as my handling but you can sorta handle" Christina said, her hands cradling her head.
"Can you see me reproducing?" asked Meredith.
Christina opened her eyes and replied: "It would be nauseating to see McDreamy gloat around while you gestate, but yeah"
"Thanks, I guess." Meredith quieted for a while before continuing. "Derek said he'd want to have my crappy babies"
"Of course. McDreamy would jump off a cliff if you'd tell him to. All the more if his spawns are inside you" Christina sneered.
Meredith sighed. "He said "All of them". I guess I have to keep Izzie around then"
"What does Barbie have to do with them?" Christina raised herself from the bed, half sitting. "Wait them? As in more than one?"
"Them, pronoun. Refers to group of people..."
"I'm done with school. Stop with the English crap." Christina interrupted.
"Yes, Christina. I'm whole and healed now. I guess I can consider having more than one offspring with Derek." Meredith paused. "In the far future"
"And Barbie?" Christina frowned, going back to her original question.
"I need her to Izziefy them." Meredith answered as if that explains everything.
"Huh" grunted Christina.
"To keep the balance. I can't let them become all dark and twisty"
"Read books. You finished med school, I guess that means you're not as dumb as Bambi looked. And you're friends with me, which basically means you kick ass. Don't worry, McDreamy alone can turn them into little pod people. And you enjoy gawking at tots amidst their toxicity. You'll be fine"
"I guess. So, you'll..."
"Don't count me to baby-sit" Christina stopped her before she even finished her sentence.
Meredith smiled. She knew Christina enough not to take her last words.
Christina doesn't like babies but she knew in her heart she can always make an exception. Especially for her person.
After a moment of silence: "So Hunt's fiancé's gone?" Meredith asked with closed eyes.
"Back to daddy. I thought I was going to have an Addison right there. I was expecting to kick Prada-wearing Satan's ass in stilettos and all..."
"But-"
"What I saw was a child" Christina continued with a funny face.
"Care to elaborate? Or I would think Hunt's a pedophile" Meredith grimaced.
"She's a pre-school teacher. A pre-schooler!" Christina said waving her hands as if to emphasize her point. "They even kept her dad's illness from her because they're afraid she might get hurt. Ugh. I don't know what McSoldier saw in her"
"McSoldier? I thought he was a McBad-ass?" Meredith said lifting a manicured brow.
"Was. More of a McNice-ass" Christina said with a smile.
"Nah" Meredith countered shaking her head.
Just then, Izzie pranced into the room: "Christina, McMajor is looking for you"
"McMajor?" Meredith asked lifting her head to look at Izzie.
Izzie frowned at Meredith and asked "No?"
"Nope. Leave me alone so I can think of a better one" answered Meredith while Izzie climbs into the evacuated bed.
Christina huffed and quickly exited the room to look for Owen.
Whew. So, that was it. My first time, so give me a break. I want honesty not pity. So bring them on.
Btw, THANKS FOR READING!