Hello! I had been thinking of writing a Grey's Anatomy fanfiction for way too long so this is my first try at it! Sorry if it's too bad, to justify myself I am from Portugal and I studied Applied Mathematics at university so numbers is definitely what I am good at, although I have used a lot of letters in maths too, now that I come to think about it, maths is more letters than numbers actually. Well whatever I hope you tolerate it :)

Meredith woke abruptly from her sleep, the whimpering of the child next door made it impossible for her to remain asleep. She got up from bed and noticed that the first rays of the morning sun were starting to lighten the dark night and soon it would fill the room with light that neither the curtains nor the partially closed window sheds could contain.

It was two steps from her room, the room of her son. Her boy was only five, almost six, with light blonde hair just like she used to have when she was his age, according to the family's old photos. His head was peering from his room, definitely ready to seek the comfort of his mother's bed and the safety that her presence would provide to him.

"I had a bad dream mommy." He told Meredith as if she had questioned him about him being up from his bed at only 6 a.m.

"I heard you Mikey! But you don't have to be nervous about going to your new school. You need to rest and sleep so that you can have lots of energy to keep up with your little new fellows."

"It wasn't because of the new school!" He argued stubbornly. "It was about… a dog chasing Ronny really fast and… he was going to be eaten… by it… -he was uncertain while telling his story until his mother stopped him and picked him up, she wouldn't be able to do it for much longer, he wasn't a toddler anymore."

"Let's go sleep a little while longer in mommy's bed, peanut. You don't have to be scared anymore." She put a stop to his clearly made up story, took him to her bedroom and put him inside the bed covers.

"Can Ronny come sleep with us too? Just to be certain that he will be fine too." He added cleverly.

"…. Ahmmmm… Ok! But just this once, we can't make a habit out of it and besides he has his own bed." She went to the bedroom's door and called. "Ronny ronny ronn…" It didn't take a fourth time to call, soon after the third, their sleepy cat appeared, meowing and happy that he was being summoned.

"C'mon you crazy most beautiful cat in the surface of the Earth… Ronny." the cat recognized her son's voice and soon was getting near him so that he could rub him behind his ears.

"Let's all calm down, you have school in 3 hours and I have a day at my new job, and I'm pretty sure Ronny has a lot to do too so let's just sleep." Michael put his head in his mom's chest, the way he liked to calm down since he was a baby.

"Mommy what if no one likes me?"

"You'll make loads of friends, I am sure of it." She knew he was referring to being in school.

"What if I am bad and can't learn stuff and be intelligent like you and daddy?" He doubted himself too often for his age.

"You are going to be great and you going to love it! Besides you already know all the alphabet and sums and multiplications. Don't worry about it sweetheart."

"I am not!" He muttered confidently. "Ok, let's sleep a while longer… Will I see daddy tomorrow?"

"You mean today? Yes, you will see your father, he will come to take you to school with me. Now let's sleep for an hour more."

At 7 Meredith prevented the alarm from blaring its noisy sounds so that Michael could sleep while she got herself ready for the day in front of them, he had calmed down and fell into a deep sleep. She took a shower, a little longer than she usually does in the bathroom in front of her bedroom so that Michael wouldn't wake up and then went on to get the coffee ready and feed Ronny, who had been impatiently rubbing himself against her legs and licking her face before, when she was still in bed.

"Hey you hungry silly cat! Bon appétit!" She said chuckling, as the eager cat put his little mouth in the plate full of brown moister meat. "I am going to wake your little friend now."

She didn't even get close to the stairs when she heard someone knocking on her door. Of course daddy was already there.

"You do realize you are 1 hour early and Michael is still asleep." She said to the black haired, blue eyed guy in front of her door.

"Well, good morning to you too! I was anxious, it is first day at his new school and since I wasn't there for his first kindergarten day or for his first pre-school day, neither for his first step nor…" He added bitterly.

"Don't start already, it's only 7h45 in the morning, and you sure are quite repetitive…"

"Well, I am going to get him ready since he is still in bed. Do my duty as his dad for once in awhile."

"Go! Well, just so you know he is the reason I put up with you and I came home because of him needing his father close by, stop being such a jerk!" He was going to retaliate but their boy appeared on top of the stairs.

"I knew you would be here daddy!" He ran down the stairs in his pajamas and messy hair to embrace his father. Even though the environment was heavy between his parents, the boy definitely cheered everyone's mood and put a stop to all the impeding accusations.

"Hey, superman! Today I am the one who is going to get you ready for school, bud! Come, mom will get the breakfast ready."

"Cool!" Said the eager little boy.

"I am glad you'll miss me Mike…" said Mer a little more bitterly than it was supposed to come out.

"I love you too mom!" He said making a point and giving his mother lots of sloppy kisses in her face.

"Go with your dad, or you'll be late. The clothes I picked up for him yesterday are on the top of the chair in his bedroom." She said addressing Derek.

"Ok, I got it! Let's go little monster." Derek said to his kid while rushing him upstairs.

She was actually glad he came early, she knew he cared and loved their son deeply and though they resented each other for a lot of things, if she could, she would still pick him as his son's father. Although their lives didn't go as planned, their son was their priority and his well being was the most important thing for both of them and that was why she decided to leave Boston, the Brigham's hospital, her mentor the chief Dr. Margaret Goodwin and her son Martin, who became more than a friend and loved and cared for her like no other. He proposed, she made it clear though, that although the love she bared for him, her son would always be her number one priority and she couldn't promise a future to him when she was still linked to another man, her son's father.