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Author's Note: This is my first time trying my hand at Grey's Anatomy fanficiton. Please review!

It Ain't All Pony Births and Flannel Shirts

…but damn, those are some good perks

"Meredith?'

Her head snapped up, having been shaken out of her reverie. She looked at Finn who was offering her a cup of coffee. She noticed how magically the early morning sun caught his face. How does it do that? she wondered as the light perfectly highlighted his early-morning stubble.

"Thanks," she said, accepting the cup. She rearranged the sheets around her naked torso. Last night she'd tossed her knitting needles aside, her half-sweater lying forgotten on the floor amidst the tangled mess of their clothing. Last night they had made love. Last night everything had felt perfect. And this morning?

"Where are you?" Finn asked softly, sitting down on the bed next to her. He gently traced the outline of her nose with the pad of his thumb before tucking a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear.

"Nowhere, just, you know, here," Meredith answered, attempting a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes to gloss everything over. Finn gave her a look, not one saying that he wasn't fooled, but a look that clearly said, Please, let me in.

"Here's the thing," Meredith said abruptly. "I like you. A lot. But I know it's not going to be all pony births and—" she gestured helplessly "—flannel shirts. I'm damaged. You're damaged. How can this ever work?"

Finn contemplated his own coffee cup thoughtfully. "I don't know. I don't know where we'll be in a year, in six months, two months, or even two weeks. But Meredith Grey, I do know that I am crazy about you."

He put his cup down and then reached for hers, setting them both on the bedside table. He took her sharp, firm surgical hands into his warm, trusting ones and said "And I do know that I want to birth all my ponies with you."

As they held hands, her sheets began to slip, and with them so did her inhibitions. She thought of her knitting needles, but they were across the room, no help to her now. And even as her brain and every romantic fiber in her body screamed yes, yes, yes, her heart and true feelings shouted NO!

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