A/n: I'm still working on Throw It All Away but this idea popped into my head and I had to write it. Please review and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the characters that I will create.
Meredith woke to a streaming light of sun that slipped through the opening of the window curtains. The sun's warmth caressed her bare calf that was peeking out of the heavy comforter. Blinking lightly her eyes quickly adjusted to the morning light and she let out a sigh taking in her surroundings. She found herself caught off guard when a strong very male arm snaked its way across her waist drawing her into his embrace.
"Mmm." He murmured rubbing his early morning stubble against her cheek. Meredith lay still trying to rack her brain figuring out who she fooled around with last night at one of her mother's charity events. The haze she was experiencing, due to the excessive amounts of champagne she had put down last night, was preventing her from thinking straight. Her attention was then brought to the sizeable diamond ring that was catching the sunlight. Immediately all the memories of last night came rushing back.
"Derek." She said softly turning to the warm body in bed next to her.
"Yeah." Came his muffled response. His head was buried in his pillow as he woke up. "Mmm. What?" he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Meredith watched his gorgeous face start to wake up as he smiled focusing on her naked form.
"Meredith." He said in a husky voice, slipping his hands underneath the comforter.
"So you do remember my name." She laughed as his head quickly followed.
"How could I forget my own wife's name!"
"You remember that too I see." Meredith giggled as he stretched his body over her's. Derek smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
"How could I not? Justice of the Peace, getting Tiffany's to open at an absurd hour, and whisking my beautiful bride to our honeymoon suite for our first night together."
"In more ways then one." Meredith added stroking his stubble.
"Yeah, I think you snore." He teased nipping at the bare skin of her shoulder.
"I do not!" she laughed wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Meredith Shepherd. It has a nice ring to it."
"Lucky me." He pressed another kiss to her lips just as the shrill sound of her cell phone went off. "Oh that's me." She said. Meredith got up from the bed wrapping some sheets around her and made her way to the living room. Grabbing her purse Fendi Spy bag from the coffee table she began to rifle through it until she found the source of the constant ringing.
"Hello." She answered in a breathless voice. "I'm sorry, I'm at Kimmie's house. I met up with her after the party. Yeah, I know I should have called. Sure, I'll see you later. Bye." She shut her phone and threw it in her purse.
"Who was that?" Derek asked standing at the room service tray with a porcelain cup of coffee in his hand. He had slipped on his dress pants from last night and was standing in the living room shirtless. His curly dark hair was falling adorably in his eyes while his pants hung low on his hips.
"Um, no one important." She answered still taking in the sight of her sexy husband. He shrugged and took a seat at the small table set up in the spacious penthouse. He opened up the New York Times and began to read from it. Meredith waddled over with one hand clutching the sheet to her naked body and sat herself down on Derek's lap.
"What are you reading?" she asked running her hand through his thick curls.
"Nothing important." Derek murmured, losing all interest in his paper and gaining all of it in his beautiful young wife.