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This is my second story, but i'm planning to take this one further, its set in season 8, after owen is made Chief, but when Zola is still a baby. Almost just after they get her back. And while it would be a heart wrenching storyline for the show, it almost dramatic enough to be plausible, then again i'm not sure that Shonda Rhimes could be that cruel to both MerDer and the fans. So, here we go...
Meredith jolted up in bed, she sat bolt upright, staring at the clock, the luminous green numbers left a sinking feeling in her gut. She waited for the numbers to move to that time. It had woken her up at that time so often she woke up before just so she wouldn't wake Derek. When there was silence she started to panic
"Derek," she whispered
"Derek!"she shook him awake
"What?" he grumbled
"Listen"
"I don't hear anything, it's three O'clock in the morning. Go to sleep"
"Exactly, there's nothing, it's exactly three O'clock, Zola usually wakes up crying at exactly three"
'Just give it a minute, I'm sure she'll start any second now"
"I'm telling you, she's not crying"
Derek waited for a second, silence, there should've been something, anything, anything at all. There should have been some sort of sound coming from the baby monitor, a sniffle, a blanket movement. Lately Zola had been waking up at three like clockwork it was almost a sure thing.
"Oh My God! you're right"
Derek scrambled out of bed and ran down the hall to Zola's room, he stood over the crib and looked down on his beautiful little girl. He just stood there staring at her chest, waiting for it to move.
Meredith was holding the phone in one hand and the baby monitor in the other, the three most terrifying numbers already dialled, she was just waiting for the go ahead to press the call button. Both of them waited in silence, Derek waiting for Zola, Meredith waiting for Derek. And there It was...
To be continued...
