R&R (:
"What exactly are you doing?" Cristina asked as Meredith ran around their room trying to find something to wear.
"Shut up," She shot back and finally found the shirt she was looking for. It was one from the maternity store. It was baby doll styled shirt that was mostly dark red, but had a dark brown strip right above her stomach. "I'm going on a date with Mark. Shit, I look fat."
"No you don't," Cristina said. "Plus, you don't have time to change. I'm guessing, because you've been changing outfits for about a half hour now."
"Your right," Meredith grabbed her purse and her coat. "I'll see you later," She left the dorm building and put on her jacket.
"You look beautiful," He smiled.
"Thanks, you look great too," They both started to head to his car. "You don't think I look fat?"
"No," he shook his head. "You look pregnant. Can you believe we get to know the sex when we get back from Seattle and New York?" He opened the door for her to get in the car, then he got into the drivers seat.
"I know. I can't believe it. It's going so fast," she smiled to herself. "So, where are we going?"
"This restaurant called La Cucina," He said pulling onto the parkway. "I used to go to the one buy where I used to live all the time."
Meredith's eyes bulged. "La Cucina. Isn't that that really expensive Italian restaurant?"
He nodded. "But, we never celebrated, so that's what were doing tonight." He explained as they pulled into a parking spot, walked inside, and were seated.
"Wow, this is great Mark." She smiled and they both ordered. Mark got a chicken Marsala and Meredith settled with a Penne Vodka.
"I'm glad you like it," He replied. "Are you nervous about telling you mom and step dad?"
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "Like I told you before, I know exactly what she's going to say. I just have a feeling it's going to hurt… a lot. She will deffinately be asking you a million questions."
"Like what?" He laughed. "She's not going to be able to pull up records or anything like that."
"This is Ellis Grey, she's capable of something's that seemed impossible." Meredith said as Mark raised an eye brow. "Like when I was a freshman in high school, I got invited to this party. They were juniors who invited me. When I stumbled out of the house at two in the morning, she was leaning against her car waiting. I checked before I left and she had a 12 hour surgery. Apparently, one of our neighbors saw me get into this guys mustang." Meredith shook her head. "I felt stalked throughout those four years."
"Ah, you were the partying type in high school. I was too."
"And why does that not surprise me?" She smiled at the waitress came back and placed their orders in front of them. "Thanks," She smiled. "She'll probably ask both of us about living arrangements."
"Do we even have any living arrangements figured out yet?" Mark asked her taking a bite of his chicken.
"No, I guess we don't," Meredith sighed. "Shit Mark we really have to figure that about, because we need to start buying things for the baby. I can't do this."
"Mer, we have time," he assured her. "We have options. We could rent an apartment or get a dorm that we share."
"Get a dorm? Yeah, right. You know for a fact that people would complain about crying. Maybe we could get an apartment, but as a freshman, I'm required to live on campus."
"Maybe we could talk to the Dean or something. Maybe he'll be flexible."
"Yeah," she nodded. "Your right. We should probably start apartment hunting soon, then."
"That we should."
After dinner they headed back to campus and Meredith was really happy. She really liked Mark. They walked to the front of her dorm building. "Thanks for tonight; I had a good time."
"I did too," Mark smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. After, he leaned in next to her ear. "I had fun, Mer, and i really don't do dates." He paused, but then continued. "Be my girlfriend." He murmured.
Meredith leaned into his chest and smiled. "Well, i don't really do boyfriends, but i think i'm willing to make an exception." She looked up and kissed. It was short and sweet, but meaningful.
"Goodnight."
"Night," Meredith ran into her dorm building actually happy. Things were good.
Another Three Weeks (:
"So, are you sure you want to meet my mom? I mean I won't hate you for backing out." Meredith said once they were in their seats on the plane.
"Meredith, you are stuck with me. Stop worrying okay? I promise you if there's too much yelling we'll walk right out of there."
"Okay," she nodded. "So, boyfriend of mine," Meredith smiled. She still loved saying that three weeks later. Cristina was about to murder her though. Meredith never really did the whole boyfriend thing in high school. "Are you excited to be seeing your family?"
"Yes, girlfriend of mine," her rolled his eyes as the seatbelt light started to flash. "Seatbelt time." He buckled his belt, but Meredith didn't move. "Mer?"
"What if it doesn't fit around my freaking fat stomach," she bit her lip. "Your fault, remember."
"Your not fat," he rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to buckle it for you?" She nodded, so mark obliged, but he stopped short. "Uh, Mer…?" She looked up. "Just kidding." He buckled her belt with extra space.
"Asshole," she hissed and slapped him on the chest. "That wasn't funny." she crossed her arms and rested them on her stomach.
"Your right, sorry baby," he kissed her cheek. "I'm just trying to show you your no where near fat, okay?"
"Okay," She nodded, and soon enough they were in the air heading west to her past. "Oh, I was thinking we could stop at my old house first. We can drop off luggage and things."
"That sounds good," he nodded. "Gonna give me the grand tour?" he laughed.
"The only grand thing about my house is, well," she pondered for a second. "It was a great party house. But, let's not let my mother know that." she smiled. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.
