Vignette
AN: Just a little dribble that came to me at nearly midnight as the Red Sox lost. MerDer
She opened the door softly. Her shift had just ended at nearly 3 AM. He had told her that he would be waiting for her, but she still did not completely trust him. It would come with time, she supposed. She peeked into the room.
And there he was, lying in the bed. The light was still on and he had an open medical journal lying open on his chest. He must have fallen asleep waiting for her.
Her heart hurt. Here was this man who loved her more than anything in the world…and she was unable to return his ardor. Again she vowed to herself that she would be ready for him. She would be ready to love him as he deserved, as he needed to be.
She slowly walked into the room. Quickly and quietly taking her clothes off, she kept her eyes on his sleeping face the entire time, as if it might disappear if she took her eyes off of it. She carefully removed the journal from his chest and turned the light off.
Slipping into the bed, Meredith turned the light off.
"Goodnight, Derek. I love you."
In response, he spooned her, still sleeping, from behind.