"Meredith, hurry up." He groaned re-positioning himself on the bed making sure not to smother the ball of fuzz that lay beside him. He stroked the dog lightly its fur soft like feathers.

"I'm coming, "she laughed from the bathroom, "what are you that desperate for sex?"

"Maybe," he smirked trying hard to laugh. He waited patiently as he continued to stoke the golden retriever. The dog panted slightly then curled his head up on his lap. He knew she would love him; he was just like her, blonde and loved to sleep.

"Derek," he heard her scream with excitement as she raced towards the bed. "You didn't!"

"Dog this is Meredith. Meredith this is our dog." He smiled as he watched her cuddle the puppy it fit perfectly into her tiny arms. She looked up at him with excitement and leaned into him, their lips met and they where both interrupted by a small groan. "Hey, I'm sorry," the man smiled, "I don't care how much you want her, she's mine."

"Derek," she laughed hitting him, "I can love you both." She put the dog softly on the silk comforter. She looked at him from a moment pushing her hair behind her ear. "You know I totally love you right now."

"I know," he smiled leaning in towards his almost wife. Their lips met and a spark flew between the pair. He ran his fingers through her hair and he felt her reach for the hem of his shirt pulling it up wards.
Suddenly the pair froze.

"He just didn't....did he...." the woman laughed.

"Damit," he sighed pulling the puppy off the bed, "I'll take him out for a walk."

"I'll um... yea dispose of these," she muttered toying with the bed sheets.

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"You know, you're worse then a child," he sighed as he followed the dog down the empty street. It was dark and the streetlights barley provided enough light for the pair to make it down the block and back. "Hey don't give me that look," he protested, "If you keep pulling stunts like that I will never have sex again. And you don't know this yet but sex, it good especially with the one you love." The dog looked up with him with admiration and he smiled slightly. "Speaking of sex we will have to get you neutered." The dog suddenly let out a pathetic groan which made him laugh even harder. "I'm sorry bud that's just the way it is." He ushered the dog towards the back of the house and opened the door to be greeted by Meredith sipping a hot cup of coffee in the warmly lit kitchen.

"How was you walk," she smiled looking down at the puppy.

"Interesting," Derek laughed, "We talked about sex."

"Wow you really are desperate, worse then Sloan," she teased.

"Take that back!"

"Never," she replied in a twelve year old voice. She glanced over at the yellow puppy who had curled up in a corner, on one of Alex's old sweaters. "You know who he reminds me of," she sighed.

"Whom," he said steeling a sip of her coffee.

"Doc," she laughed, "God could you imagine what Izzy, and George would say if I brought another dog into the house. They might just kill me."

"Really, I think they would've liked this one. He could've licked all the batter Iz dropped on the floor, and could've welcomed George home from his long tours in Iraq."

"Yea," she sighed staring out the window. The both knew either of those tales would never happen, but life was just a pain in the ass sometimes.

"You know its okay to think about them once in a while," he smiled toying with her hair again. "You know the first time I gave O'Malley a shot at brain surgery he totally blew it only to end up being right in the end. And Izzy, I swear she almost puked when I let her drill those bur holes." She smiled looking at her near empty coffee mug.

"Let's call him Doc," she smiled, "For George and Izzy."

"Okay," he smiled kissing her passionately, "For George and Izzy."