Dreams; a subconscious expression of who we are when we sleep, doze off momentarily, pick up a pen and put it to paper. Dreams on the other hand are often overrated, unlikely occurrences of the brain going into overdrive…but sometimes we can live the dream…sometimes.
"No, no!" Meredith cried. "You can't put that there!"
Derek whipped around and handed her the pen.
"Fine, if you want to doodle all over the blueprints go for your life; but you should know that there are only so many of these I can get drawn up before the architect starts to get a little pissed off!" he told her.
"Derek, you cannot put one of the kids' rooms off the staircase – if they sleepwalk they're straight down those stairs!" Meredith protested. "I just think its best if they are closer to ours,"
Derek rolled his eyes.
"These kids are nonexistent at this stage," he said putting his arms around her from behind. "But I will change it if you want…just stop scribbling on my blueprints!"
"Our blueprints!" Meredith repeated.
"Our house," Derek kissed her cheek and shoulder.
Meredith turned around to face him.
"Our kids," she told him kissing his lips.
"Our life," Derek answered.
Izzie walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning," she said happily.
"Hey you," Meredith said. "I made coffee; it should still be hot,"
Izzie picked up the coffee to smell it.
"Which coffee?" she asked.
"The one in the fridge," Meredith answered.
Izzie frowned.
"You were supposed to throw that out weeks ago!" she cried. "I dread the thought as to what your fridge will look like in the McMansion!"
"The what now?" Meredith asked.
"McMansion," Izzie reiterated. "Cristina and I have named the house!"
Meredith rolled her eyes.
"McMansion…hmm…" Derek smiled. "Maybe I'll get a little plaque for the front door…"
Izzie laughed.
"I think all you need for now is a cookbook," she shoved a cookbook into his hands.
Izzie, George and Meredith gathered around the blue prints that were spread out across the table in the resident's lounge.
"See here…Derek wants our living room to overlook the city…"
Cristina rolled her eyes.
"So…McDreamy wants to see the McStars shining across her McFace!"
Izzie and George laughed as I flashed her the sparkle pager.
"No sparkle pager for you then!" I told her.
Cristina frowned.
"You're so not fair!" she leaned over and looked at the plans. "I think the kids bedrooms need to be out of earshot!"
And with that she walked out of the room.
I looked at Izzie and George who mustered a laugh.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Unless you want his two million a year hand to pay for the therapy your children will need, put the bedrooms up the other end of the house!" Izzie answered.
I laughed and looked at the plans where I began to, yet again, doodle all over them.
"So if I move that there and put bathroom three here…" I noticed the room when silent, wondering why, I looked up and saw Bailey standing at the door with her arms folded across her chest.
"Are we having a tea party Grey?" she asked.
I shook my head and started rolling up the blueprints.
"Just getting organised," I replied nervously.
Bailey frowned.
"Have you forgotten that you have interns waiting for you at the nurses' station?" she asked. "Or are you too busy playing house?"
I shook my head.
"Then go!"
I threw on my lab coat and moved out into the hallways of the hospital; it was going to be a very long day and I needed to concentrate, but all I could think about were those words.
Our blueprints.
Our house.
Our kids.
Our life.
It was going to be a very long day.