Hi guys, I really hope you like this and want me to carry on with it. I've tried to use this first chapter as an introduction to all the families. Please review, and let me know what you think. I don't own Grey's Anatomy or its characters.

Derek and Meredith: Zola Shepherd – 19, Bailey Shepherd- 16, Ellis Shepherd-14

Owen and Cristina: Theo Hunt- 15, Lucy Hunt- 13

Jackson and April- Thomas Avery- 16, Noah Avery-13

Alex and Jo: Harry Karev-14, Taylor Karev-13

Callie and Arizona: Sofia-Robbens-Sloan-Torres- 19

Meredith POV

Looking around the large table in our dining room and all the children sitting around it, I never once saw my life going this way. I never imagined my best friend being protective over her teenage son joining the football team, or Alex taking his daughter to dance lessons. Yet here we all are and I don't think we've ever been happier. Well, it's normally great.

"Bailey, Thomas, can you please stop flicking peas across the table and act your ages." Derek nags, eyeing the boys across the table. I suppose it was obvious when Thomas Avery was born only five months after our son that they would get along, but after only a few months those boys were inseparable. Their friendship rivals mine and Cristina's! I suppose both boys have a lot in common, they're incredibly intelligent, extremely good-looking, popular and stars of the soccer team.

"How is the typical sixteen year old supposed to act then Uncle Derek?" Thomas asks, with his movie star grin on full show, and his bright green eyes reflecting in the candle light. Bailey raises an eyebrow at his Dad, emphasising the blue of his eyes.

Before Derek is given the chance to reply, the youngest Avery, Noah, answers for him. "If we are drawing this assumption from you and Bailey, then like an asshole."

Jackson leans in across the table and points a finger in the direction of his recently-turned-teenage son. "Noah, I'm not going to tell you again to watch your language. Apologise to your Aunt Meredith and Uncle Derek for swearing at their meal."

Noah winks over at my youngest daughter, Ellis, and mumbles an apology to me and my husband. I ruffle his thick hair on a smirk. Just like his brother, Noah got his father's look but he also inherited his attitude. I've known since he was just a little boy, he's in love with my daughter, Ellis. She's spoken to me about him for years. She'll say 'Mom, I mean he's gorgeous with his light olive skin, dark hair and green eyes. He's smart, good at sport and funny, but he's too immature for me.' And as much as I love Noah Avery, he is immature and also a year younger than my daughter.

"I'm so glad I came back from college for this," Our nineteen year old daughter, Zola, announces. She and Sofia, had come back from college for Spring break after Me, Callie and Arizona had persuaded them it would be more fun than a week with their friends. I shoot her a sympathetic smile. In all fairness, every meal we've had for the last fifteen years has been like this. Even more so since the kids are all growing up and going through puberty. Someone is always in a bad mood, someone is always feeling extra sensitive, and everyone always ends up tired.

Callie finishes her mouthful of wine, and grins. "Don't worry Zola, we'll have loads of fun. Sofia and I were talking about going shopping on Thursday, you should join us."

Zola glances at Sofia next to her who has a fake smile plastered on her face. It's a sad truth we all have to accept; as our kids get older they don't want to spend as much time with us as they used to.

"You can come and watch mine and Theo's tennis match," Harry Karev suggests hopefully, ignoring Alex's rolling eyes.

I suppose we should blame ourselves for making our kids all fall in love with each other. They all spent so much time together growing up, apparently they now can't live without one another.

"Or you can come and watch mine, Lucy's and Noah's school play." Taylor Karev adds. Taylor has always been into the arts and has always forced her best friend, Noah, to join her in everything.

Noah places his hand on his chest, and looks at Zola and Sofia. "I'd just like to point out I didn't want to be in the school play but I am because of Tay. I still think it's shitty."

"Noah!" April and Jackson shout simultaneously. Everyone else at the table looks down trying to hide their smile, even the adults. Noah, unlike the other kids at times, was never deliberately bad behaved, he's just always been that way. Nearly every day I thank God he's not mine, because as much as I love him, he's a nightmare. I mean, Bailey can be a handful, especially with Thomas, but he at least learns from being punished.

"Go and sit in the other room until you choose to talk and behave like I know you can." April orders, pointing into the lounge area.

Noah gets up from the table, taking his plate of food with him, and walks out on a smirk. As soon as he leaves, April turns back to me and Derek with an injured puppy expression.

"I'm so sorry, you guys. Noah's behaviour has gotten worse since he turned thirteen."

Derek smiles at her. "April, really it's fine. It's not like we haven't all heard those words before."

A few minutes later Noah returns, with his usual grin plastered on his face. His apology was an apology at least, and with that we could move on to enjoy the rest of our evening with our family and friends.

Owen POV

After a long evening spent with friends I'm thankful to be able to come home and relax with my family. I flick through the channels on the TV not really impressed by anything on, there's not even a Seahawks game. Glancing over at Cristina and seeing her immersed in Ellis Grey's diaries for the hundredth time, I decide to go and check on the kids. I don't care how much Cristina teases me about it, and I don't care if they're both teenagers, they're still my babies. My pride and joy.

"Hey sweetheart," I greet my daughter, walking into her room. Her rule is you only have to knock if the door is closed, a rule Cristina and I always comply with.

She turns to me on a soft smile. "Hi Dad, is everything okay?"

I beam back at her. Whereas Theo is definitely takes after Cristina, Lucy is all me. I see the fight in her every day. My little girl. I'll always do anything to protect her.

"Of course," I respond cheerfully, "I'm just seeing what you're up to."

She holds up what I assume is math homework when I see fractions on the page, and pulls a disgruntled face. I stroke her soft cheek and smile sympathetically. "Would you like any help?"

She shakes her head quickly. "I can do it, I just can't be bothered."

I nod in understanding and walk back over to the door, putting on my stern parent expression. "Well make sure it gets done, I already get enough phone calls about your brother."

Lucy rolls her eyes thinking about her older brother and nods. I blow her a kiss and the shut the door, before moving over to my son's room. Theo's door is always shut, and after an awkward experience involving him and Cristina, we always knock.

I hear the signature grunt of approval from my son and walk in. I'm greeted by the sight of him lifting weights, his minuscule muscles pumping away.

"What?" He barks, shooting a look at me. The attitude in his fifteen year old voice makes me miss him as a little boy. He used to run at me when I walked through the door, and now I'm lucky to get a hello.

I grab his left arm to stop him lifting the weight and glare. He sighs and places it down, crossing his arms, he looks up at me expectantly.

"Watch your attitude, Theo. Have you done all your homework?" I ask, but I already know the answer.

He runs a hand through his dark, sweaty hair. "Most of it, now will you leave me alone."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "So that means no. Get a shower and then do your homework." I order, "Now." I add when he ignores me.

He grunts in frustration. "God! You're so unfair, Dad! Why do you hate me so god damn much?!" He yells, walking out of his room and towards the bathroom. I shake my head at his dramatics, and smile when I hear Cristina.

"Theo! Stop being a brat and listen to your Dad!" She yells from downstairs. Our son yells in frustration again but gets in the shower.

I can't help but smile at a typical night in our house.

Alex POV

"Taylor, stop slamming your door!" Jo yells up to our daughter. She glares at me when she notices my smirk and storms up to me.

"What are you smirking at?" She snaps, standing with crossed arms in front of me. I pull her down into my lap and squeeze her to me.

"You realise Taylor is literally a mini you, she even has your screech down to perfection." My reply isn't taken well by my wife who gives me an offended look.

"I was never like that! She is a nightmare! You need to talk to her." Jo replies, and I sigh, already making my way upstairs.

I walk straight into my daughter's room and find her on facetime. I instantly recognise the olive skinned boy on the other end. Taylor turns to me on a glare, obviously upset by intrusion.

"Wait a minute, Noah. My Dad is in my personal space again." She snarls, putting the phone down and staring me down.

Would it be weird for me to say sometimes I'm quite intimidated by my thirteen year old daughter? She used to be so sweet, such a princess. Then puberty came and all hell broke loose.

"Taylor, you need to stop talking to your mom like she's nothing and show her some respect. She gave birth to you remember." I lecture, and Taylor makes a gagging noise in response.

"I don't need a reminder of that, and don't stay stuff like that in front of Noah!" She protests angrily.

I laugh and shake my head. "Noah was born the same way as you, Taylor. The same as Harry, Thomas, Bailey. It's the way of life."

Taylor shoves her head in her hands and breathes out heavily. "Dad, please. Is there anything else you want before you mentally scar me anymore?"

I smirk at my teenager's dramatics, and raise my hands in mock surrender. "Alright, I'm going. Just stop acting like a diva to your mom." I respond, "And make sure you're in bed within an hour."

She nods in annoyance and signals for me to leave. I scoff but exit, closing the door behind me, and almost running over my son in the process.

I grasp his shoulders to steady him. "Careful, Harry. What are you doing?" I ask curiously, trying to see what he's got behind his back.

He steps back slightly, still holding his arms behind his back. "Nothing, I'm just going into the back yard to test something."

I narrow my eyes on the fourteen year old boy in front of me. He smiles innocently up at me, but I don't buy it for a second.

"What are you hiding?" I ask, trying to play this the easy way.

His body shifts. "Nothing, I'm just going to the backyard."

I sigh releasing it's going to have to be the hard way, and grab his shoulder, swinging him around. My eyes bulge when I discover the pocket knife in his hand. I snatch it out of his hand, and tighten my grip on his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing with this?" I snap.

He looks up at me with wide eyes. "I was just going to test it out on some wood out back, I was going to be safe, Dad."

I feel my muscles tighten at his response. I hope to God that Bailey and Theo did stuff like this too, because I won't be impressed if I got stuck with an idiot for a son.

I growl, shoving the knife in my pocket. "Knives are dangerous, Harry. Don't be an idiot and play with them. If I ever catch you with one again there will be serious consequences. Now, where did you get it from?"

"A friend gave it to me." He mumbles, looking down at the floor.

I release his shoulder and force him to look at me. "Just wait until I tell your Mom about this. Now, get back in your room until it's time for bed." I order, and watch him slouch off. I run a hand through my hair, eyeing the knife in my hand. I walk down the stairs and Jo looks at me in panic when she notices the knife.

"What the hell have you got that for?" She asks, eyeing it as if it were a bomb.

I run a hand through my hair, and place it in a lockable drawer. "Ask your son."

She looks at me strangely for a second and then the realisation of what I said hit her. Jo jumps up from her seat on the couch and runs to the bottom of the stairs, screeching. "Harrison Daniel Karev! Get down here right now!"

I'm a paediatric surgeon, parenting shouldn't be this hard.

Callie POV

I notice my daughter sitting at the bottom of the stairs starring at a bit of paper in the palm of her hand. When she hears someone coming down she quickly shoves the piece of paper into her pocket and tries to act natural, which isn't very natural at all.

"What was that?" I asks walking the rest of the way down the stairs and eyeing Sofia suspiciously, waiting for an answer.

"What was what?" She asks innocently, apparently I have become stupid or blind.

"That bit of paper you just shoved in your pocket." I reply, bending down so I'm eye to eye with my daughter sitting on the step.

Sofia pulls an oblivious look. "What bit of paper?"

"Sofia, are you hiding something from your mother?" I ask, leaning in closer and narrowing my eyes on her.

She stands up on a huff. "I'm in college now, Mom! I don't have to tell you everything!" She snaps, and I raise an eyebrow in warning.

"What's going on?" Arizona asks, walking out from the kitchen. She looks at me and Sofia in turn with a perplexed expression.

I cross my arms and face my wife. "Our daughter is hiding something from us." I explain, shooting a look to Sofia.

Arizona focuses scrutinising eyes on our daughter. "What are you hiding? Are you on drugs?" She asks, and even I give her a what-the-hell look.

Sofia raises her arms in desperation. "What? No! If you really want to know, here!" She yells, throwing the scrunched up bit of paper towards us.

I grab it and she stays quiet as I flatten out the paper and read it. I grin up at my daughter and find her looking at the floor.

"Is this someone's phone number?" I ask all my suspicion gone.

Sofia nods shyly before shooting a look at us both again. "Yes! Now that is all you're getting tonight!" She finalises, grabbing the number and storming up to her room.

Arizona and I share a quizzical look before letting the grins take over our faces. Our little girl is growing up.

Jackson POV

"I mean it, Noah. If you continue this behaviour we will take you off the football team." April cautions our youngest son from the front seat. I send him a glare in the rear view mirror but he's just staring out of the window.

"Noah, you better be listening." I add. My son rolls his eyes and nods, making me want to turn the car around and shove him with my Mom for the night, knowing for well she would not accept the attitude.

As much as she tries to convince us to send him to a boarding school, we can't follow through with it. I remember how much going to a boarding school, going to meetings with the board, and just generally being an Avery affected me as a kid. I promised myself and April I wouldn't do it our kids.

Thomas scoffs, and glances over at his younger brother. "Mom, Dad, just accept your second attempt at the perfect child failed. Looks like you'll just be stuck with me." He teases, ruffling Noah's thick hair.

"Thomas, don't say things like that. Both of you are perfect to us, however there are some quirks you could work on." April responds in the nicest way possible. I smirk at her and she narrows her eyes on me.

Noah leans forward in his seat, so he's closer to me and April. "Is that your loving parent way of saying you wish we were better?"

April turns to him with narrowed eyes. "You know I didn't mean that, Noah. Don't try and manipulate me into feeling guilty so you aren't punished for your act tonight." She responds and I nod agreeing. It took us a while to realise our youngest son is not just very intelligent but also a master of the people. It's the cheeky grin he has, he looks cute, but instead he's plotting to get his way.

He scoffs, kicking the back of her seat and undoing his seat belt. Thomas turns to his brother with a puzzled expression. "Noah, what are you doing? Put your belt on." He instructs, trying to reach across to his brother's belt but being pushed away.

April turns around in her seat, and grasps our son's knee tightly. "Noah, put the belt on now." She orders, punctuating every syllable deathly quiet.

Our son simply smirks and refuses. I realise it's one of his stupid little games, every now and then he'll push the limit, just to see how far he can go. I slow the car down as soon as I know he won't be putting he belt back on, and pull over into a layby.

The car is silent as I watch my son smirk at me in the rear view mirror. I glance at Thomas who is texting on his phone, completely used to the chaos his little brother brings. Sharing a look with April, I know we are both thinking the same thing.

Seven years ago, when Noah was only six, we weren't surprised to be told by a child psychologist he has ADHD. It was obvious in the way he acted, spoke and did everyday tasks. Now, as a teenager it's even more obvious.

Looking at him now, I'm overwhelmed with love. He's a beautiful boy, always has been. He has an addictive personality which you can't help but fall in love with. But I also see the trouble he causes me, the night April cried because he just wouldn't listen to anything we were saying, and I know it's going to get worse.

My family shares a perplexed look as I step out of the car, and move around to Noah's side. I practically drag him out of the car. We stare each other down in the pouring rain, our thin dress shirts and jeans are no protection from the cold.

I can see the wax in his hair, starting to slowly wash out. His piercing green eyes don't show any emotion what so ever.

I bend down so I'm the same height as my short son, and grip his shoulder. "Noah, you're going to get back in that car and you're going to put on your seatbelt. Then you're going to sit there quietly until we get home, where you will go up to your room for the rest of the evening. Do you understand me?"

He gives me a cheeky grin, and his devilish eyes shine. "Whatever you say, Dad." His response is as sarcastic as I expected. I shake my head in annoyance but shove him back into the car.

April looks at me through the window with a sad smile, as she watches me run my hands over my face. I look in the back window at my son and find him grinning at me.

And I have to ask myself if it makes me a terrible parent to be completely in love with my son, but also dislike him.

Derek POV

"Thomas text me saying Noah had another rebellion in the car home." Bailey tells Meredith, the lack of surprise in his voice evident.

She nods. "April already text me, she doesn't know what to do."

"They should just send him off to boarding school. Noah Avery has always been a little git, and always will be." Zola offers, and Bailey nods in agreement.

I notice my youngest daughter shaking her head, and clenching her fists. "Noah just needs help. No-one understands him, he's a good person." She protests, her blue eyes ready for a fight.

Bailey tips his head back on a laugh. "Ellis, please. You've been in love with that boy since you were kids. That's the only reason you can't see him as the little shit he is."

"Bailey," Meredith cautions him.

She smacks her first against the couch, silencing her older brother. "I don't love him, Bailey! But I do care about him! He's only thirteen, he's got a lot of growing up to do, that's all."

I take her hand in mine. I knew before Meredith told me that my daughter liked Noah, but I also knew all along he wasn't good enough for her. I only want what is best for her, and I only wish she understood that.

"You should stop concentrating on Noah and boys, think about your friends and your school work. If you still want to be a surgeon you're going to need to do well at school." I remind her, but apparently that wasn't the right thing to say because she jumps up off the couch.

"God, all you care about is my grades! You don't care about how I feel!" She yells, running upstairs. I look at Meredith with wide eyes, what the hell did I do wrong?

She sighs, rolling her eyes. "Way to go, Derek. Can't you try being a bit more sensitive? She's a teenage girl experiencing her first proper crush." Meredith snaps, getting up and following after our daughter.

Zola and Bailey smirk over at me, and I roll my eyes. "Oh you two can shut up. Zola, do me a favour and empty the dishwasher. Bailey, go do your homework."