Hey Guys, well first of all i want to say that i got attached to 'This thing called life' so this is the sequel. plus i feel like it was too much drama there. Not that is bad but still I wanted to write here how it is now in the Shepherd family. Happier times. Sure drama is eventually going to come but i swear no more addictions for Meredith.
I'll try to update as much as possible because i know what it feels to like a story and never have updates for it .Please read and let me know what you think. Without reviews I can't tell whether you want more or nothing at all.
Enjoy. McLove.
"Derek " Meredith shouted at Derek. "Come on, I'm going to be late, really late if you don't hurry up" she told him picking up her hair in a pony tail.
Derek came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He was still asleep in some degree.
"Finally" she told him. Making her way out of her room. "You finish while I get the boys" she told him.
"I'll be there in 10" he told her.
"Ok" she said.
Derek went to the closet to grab a pair of jeans and a shirt. Yesterday he had come home at 3 and it was 7 in the morning today, so he was specially tired. Plus the stress and demands of his wife were much. Of course he didn't have to do it but he wanted to. She was the best, strongest person he could've imagine. Of course he hadn't imagine she would change so much in 9 years. Meredith had gone from insecure, always edgy to confident ruler in the last 2 and half years. Derek was so proud of her words couldn't even describe how he felt. She had grown out of all the daddy abandonment issues and had taken charge of her life. No wonder he fell in love with her all over again each morning.
He stepped out of his room and into the hallway of their house's second floor. He made his way to the other wing of their house where his kids bedroom were located. He went into Ian's room first seeing as it was the first one that came into view. He watched his son played with the toys that were in his crib. Ian Thaddeus Shepherd Grey. His first born. Derek went into the room that was painted soft blue. It looked like a baseball camp in there. The lamp was a baseball bat. He remembered how Meredith had wanted everything to be about baseball.
As soon as Ian saw him he motion his hands in there air. "Daddy" the little boy said. Ian was the spit image of Derek. His dark handsome hair and his big expression eyes. He was- as Meredith liked to call it- Dada's boy. He was also the serious child. It came with the name, Derek assured Meredith the first time she pointed out.
"Hi buddy" Derek said cheerfully picking the almost 3 year old up from his crib. "How is daddy's big boy?" he said. Ian was all smiles when it came to his dad. Ian was protective of Meredith, he had made it obvious the first time he seen her cry because his brother was sick. Ian had called his baby brother 'bad' for 2 weeks.
"Let's go see if mommy needs help ok Ian?" he told the boy picking up the shoe he had taken off.
"Okay, Daddy" he told his dad. Even when his mom had woken him up 3 hours earlier than what he normally sleep he still wasn't the type of baby to get cranky. "Daddy, mommy give me 3 kisses" he told his dad.
"Wow. That's a lot of kisses. What did you do?" he asked walking towards his smallest kid room.
"I was a good boy" he told his dad excitingly.
"Thank you for been such a good boy to mommy." he said giving his son a kiss.
They came into the light green painted room that was next to Ian's. In here it looked like the had stepped into a fishing store. Yes he had gotten away with decorating one of the boys room of fishes. Meredith had thought it was a bad idea. But in the end it had helped when it was time to the laundry. With her idea of making it a replica of Ian's room she would have been in trouble. So it had been decided, blue was Ian's color and Green was Rhys color.
They came in enough to see Meredith styling Rhys hair. Rhys Vladimir Shepherd Grey. His sweet yet stubborn child. He was a bossy one, and looked like the one year younger version of Ian. Meredith would always say that as much as they looked like each other, their characters couldn't be more apart. But still it was refreshing to have two kids that were his yet didn't act the same or cried the same or ate the same. Nature was a mystery. Sure at 3 and 2 no one really knew what the person was going to be like but it sure as hell gave Derek an idea. One that told him he would have to make sure he kept his leash very short.
"Daddy!" Rhys said enthusiastically turning his head enough to cause Meredith to give up on it.
"Derek we have to take Rhys to get his hair cut" she said standing up straight away from the crib. She stretched and put her left hand on her back.
"I'll get them both a hair cut when Daddy comes off his shift" he said in a childish voice going in for a kiss by Rhys.
"Who's ready to go play?" he asked both of his boys.
"Me" the boys answered in union.
"Ok then let's go get in our seats so we can go" he said putting Ian down. He couldn't carry both of them down the stairs and if there was something the was a must in the Shepherd house since 3 years ago was equality. So he took Rhys out of his crib and held them both as they started to walk down the hall into the staircases.
"Bye Mommy" Rhys turned around and said to Meredith.
"Mommy is coming too boy. Right mommy?" he asked Meredith.
"Yes pumpkin" she told the little boy. After that they started to make their way out again.
"I'll get the bottles" Meredith announce behind him.
Meredith appeared 5 minutes later with her bag on one shoulder and two bottles on her hands. When she reached the car she opened the door and handed the bottles to each of their owners as she positioned her hand behind her back. She came to her seat and sighed and Derek hit reverse.
"You ok Baby?" he asked her concerned.
"Yeah." she said tired. "I'm fine" she put the Blues Clues DVD on for the kids.
"You sure, are you hurting?" he asked.
"I'm just tired Derek." she said.
"Well honey there's only 2 months to go" he reminded her.
"Easy for you to say your not the one carrying around two children that have decided your bladder is a pillow." she told him.
Derek sighed. Sure he hadn't used the best choice of words to reassure her. But going into her 8th month of pregnancy, there was little to say to Meredith that would be comforting.