Ok so here it goes. I'm turning this one-shot into a story. This is chapter two. I am going to attempt this lol. Please review and encourage me. I'm scared!!

Derek stared at the door. The one that separated him from his future. He had messed up any chances he had at forming a family with the woman he loved. He wanted to taste her lips and smell her hair, to marry her and build the house of their dreams and grow old together. He wanted to be around his daughter and teach her things a father should do. But he had none of that. He had Rose, in a loveless relationship that he didn't know how to end. But she had Finn. He was there for her, raising his daughter. All he could think about was Finn touching Meredith and making love to her. Going to Delia's dance recitals and her first day of school. He had to get his Meredith back.

He looked through teary eyes as he forced his body to walk to his car. On the drive home all he could do was think about the words she had just said. She was over him. He drove the streets in an almost robotic fashion, only using his mind to replay the scene that had just unfolded before him. Feeling relieved that Rose had a night shift, he walked into his apartment and opened the fridge to retrieve his only friend. Alcohol. He poured himself a glass and began to drown out his sorrows straight to the bottom of the bottle.

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"Well that was fun..." Meredith said sarcastically as she walked back to the dinner table and grabbed her glass of wine. Finn was upstairs in the nursery feeding Delia.

"What happened Mer" asked a wide-eyed Izzie and Cristina.

"McStupid just realized that he wants to be a family...after the baby is born and we've been divorced for almost a year. Maybe he should have decided that when we got married instead of screwing Rose..." Meredith explained to her roommate and person.

"What is wrong with that guy, He never knows what he wants. You deserve so much more Mer" Cristina said, trying to support Meredith in the best way she knew how. Her person was hurting so bad and she knew it even though Meredith tried so hard to hide it.

"Guys, I think I'm going to get ready for bed, I've had a long day and I've still got to give Delia her bath and do some laundry. I'll see you in the morning" Meredith said as she grabbed the bottle of wine and headed upstairs trying to get out of talking to her friends about this any longer.

Meredith walked upstairs and quietly peeked into the nursery. It was bright pink with chocolate brown stripes. She had gotten most of the things occupying the nursery from her friends, and the rest she bought on her own. She looked at the crib and then at the rocking chair. Finn was moving back and forth and attempting to sing Delia to sleep. He quietly got up and placed her into her crib and crept out into the hallway past Meredith and pulled the door shut behind him. He handed Meredith the baby monitor and motioned for Meredith to follow him into her room.

"Thank you so much for helping me out since Delia was born. I really appreciate it" Meredith said to Finn.

"Your welcome Meredith. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. You are going through a hard time. That's what friends are for ya know..." Meredith smiled and walked to her dresser to get her pajamas out. She was thankful for all of her friends. She didn't feel so alone.

"How is Katie? When is the big day?" Meredith asked.

"Well, we want a long engagement so I'm thinking sometime next year. She is good though. She understands me helping you out." Finn said as he pulled his buzzing cell phone out of his pocket. "Speaking of Katie she's calling to probably see where I am. I guess I'll call you tomorrow and see if you need anything. Bye Mer"

"Bye Finn" She replied closing and locking her door behind him. She walked into the bathroom and turned on her bathwater. The tile was cold on her bare feet. She grabbed her fresh Pajamas and bottle of wine from her bedroom and closed the bathroom door behind her. She remembered the times her and Derek had shared this tub throughout their relationship as she started to undress and slip into the hot bathwater. She took a sip of her wine and started to try and relax just a little, but still couldn't get Derek out of her head. He looked heartbroken when she had told him she was over him. The truth was that she wasn't even close.

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Derek heard a key insert into the front door's lock and the door opening. He tried to move but his head was pounding. He didn't even know where he was in his own apartment. He didn't want to open his eyes because he knew that Rose was about to start another argument. This was the third time this week she had come home to him passed out with an empty bottle next to him. He was Derek Shepherd, World-Renowned Neurosurgeon, and he couldn't even make it to his own bed at night.

"DEREK, WHAT THE HELL..." Rose yelled as she stumbled over him when she walked into the living room. She flipped the light on and set her stuff down on the table. She picked up the empty bottle of scotch and threw it in the trashcan and grabbed a dasani and some Advil. She kicked at him to get off of the floor and handed him the pills.

"What time is it Rose" Derek asked, eyes still half closed.

"It's nearly 8. You have to be at work in an hour. Look at you. What is wrong? You keep doing this and you're not telling me whats wrong..." Rose said with a concerned look on her face.

"I'm just having problems at work that's all, ok?"

"Please just be more careful. You could at least get into the bed next time. I almost broke my leg."

"Ok, I'm sorry. I'll see you later. I have to get ready" Derek said as he drug himself to the bathroom. He couldn't stand to be around her much longer. He took a quick shower, styled his hair, threw on some clothes and headed out the door.

Derek drove to work feeling like crap. The advil wasn't helping at all. He knew that his headache would be much worse by the end of the day, but at least Meredith was still on maternity leave. He was dreading her coming back after his little visit to her house. He didn't want any problems between them, but he had screwed that chance already. He walked into the front doors of Seattle Grace and put a fake smile on his face, just like he did every other day.