Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
Meredith sat at home infront of the t.v. in a white cashmere sweater and black jeans. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she was laughing at the stupid infomercial.
The christmas tree was glowing and everyone else was asleep. Christmas Eve, and Meredith was alone on the couch watching infomercials.
It was only nine thirty but the other interns were very tired. Tomorrow would be a big day.
Christina, Burke, and Alex were coming over for dinner, and Izzie, George and Meredith were having breakfast together.
Her phone rang and she answered it still laughing at the guy on the t.v.
"Hello?" Her voice was light and happy.
"Hey." The person on the other line said.
Meredith laughed once again at the guy on t.v. before turning it off.
"Who is this?" Meredith asked not really paying attention.
"Derek, I'm hurt. I thought you would know my voice by now."
Meredith chuckled and said, "Well I wasn't paying attention. What can I help you with Dr. Shepherd. Shouldn't you be curled up next to wife singing christmas carols?"
"Come on Mere, you know I don't sing. And it's Derek to you missy."
"What do you want Derek?" Meredith asked.
"It's Christmas Eve and I'm bored." Derek told her laughing.
"You called your ex-girlfriend on Christmas Eve to tell her you're bored?"
"And that I miss her." Derek replied.
"Derek." Meredith said simply annoyed.
"Sorry for that. What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Why?"
"Because my "wife" wants to go to dinner with me but I don't want to. I want to spend Christmas with you..."
"Derek, you're supposed to be trying with that wife of yours to make your mirage work. So spending Christmas with me isn't a good way to move the process along."
Meredith told him her hands were rubbing her stomach.
"Mere. Christmas is supposed to be a time to spend with the people you love. Please I want to spend it with you."
Meredith sat down on the couch and pulled a blanket around her. She was about to tell him that he could meet them for dinner but stopped.
"Mere, you don't look so good." Christina said.
Meredith ran to the bathroom and threw up all the food she had.
"Mere?"
"Not now Christina." Meredith told her and tried to ignore the signs.
When she couldn't ignore them anymore she finally caved.
The blood work came back positive.
"No Derek." Meredith said and wiped away a tear that had fallen.
"Please Mere? I miss you."
"Derek fine. Lunch that's it."
Meredith told him and sighed.
"Lunch! Great. Pick you up around noon?" Derek asked excitement showing in his voice.
"Noon it is." Meredith told him and hung up the phone.
She went back to the couch and fell asleep.
"Merry Christmas!" Izzie screamed at the top of her lungs waking both George and Meredith up.
"Izzie!" Meredith complained but got up anyway.
It was only six.
Meredith laughed as George stumbled downstairs still asleep.
She walked upstairs got a shower and got dresses. She decided to wear a long red sweater and dark jeans with black boots. She let her hair fall around her shoulders and she went downstairs to watch Izzie bake them breakfast.
The day passed quickly with Izzie baking in the kitchen and Meredith watching Christmas movies on t.v.
George was attempting to wrap the gift for Burke and Christina but was failing miserably.
Someone knocked on the door and Izzie answered in her apron.
"Dr. Shepherd." Izzie said her smile suddenly turned into a frown.
"Dr.Stephens. I'm here for Meredith."
Meredith got up and ran to the door grabbing her coat on the way out. She pushed Derek outside and closed the door leaving a very stunned Izzie.
"You didn't tell them?" Derek asked slightly amused.
"No. And you didn't tell your wife."
"Point taken."
"Where are we going?" Meredith asked her hand going right to her stomach.
"You're hungry?" Derek laughed at the small gesture.
Meredith quickly dropped her hands and tried to cover her nervousness.
"Yeah."
"Well Dr.Grey, I was thinking the small Caffe down the street. You know, very quaint, elegant, very Christmasy."
Meredith laughed and told him to lead the way.
They were seated by the window at a very small table. Derek's foot kept hitting hers and she tried to pretend she didn't notice. Derek was smirking at her when he did it again.
"I can't talk when you do that." Meredith told him simply.
"Do what?" Was the innocent reply.
A/N: Any good?