"I don't want you to go."

Derek felt his heart slowly breaking in half. During the season, he wasn't able to spend as much time as he wanted to with his daughter. They were sitting on the floor, coloring. "I know, sweetie. I have to work, though. We got to spend three awesome days together though!"

Kyla frowned. "Is the season over yet?"

He smiled sadly, "Not quite. It's still pretty early. You know what? When I get back on Tuesday why don't we go get some dinner? Just you and I at a very nice restaurant?"

"Really?" She looked up with a huge smile on her face. "We can do that?"

"We sure can, sweetie," Derek pulled himself to his feet when there was a knock on the front door. "Go get your things, okay?"

Derek moved to open the door. "She's just getting her things together."

"Where's the destination this time?" Addison looked around the apartment, her eyes falling on the suitcase.

"Miami." Derek grabbed his daughter, holding tightly onto her. "I love you, Ky. I'll see you on Tuesday."

"Bye, Daddy!"

Addison was gone quicker than she arrived. Derek made a quick call before making sure his apartment was all taken care of. Taking ahold of his suitcase, Derek made his way to the front entrance where his car was waiting for him. "Good morning, Mr. Shepherd."

He faked a smile before putting his headphone buds in his ear, staring out the window. He couldn't stand leaving her anymore. The entire fall and winter he was always away. Half the year, almost. Derek knew this wasn't going to last forever, but it might have to be sooner, rather than later.

Arriving at the plane, Derek mumbled a thank you before heading towards the stairs. He walked to the back, where him and Mark always went. Derek pulled his hood on his head and closed his eyes.

Turbulence had woken Derek up from his slumber. He pulled the ear buds out and blinked his eyes quickly. "Did sleeping beauty get enough rest?" Mark had a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you see your girlfriend, yet?"

"I'm not passing the ball to you on Sunday," Derek grumbled. "She's not my girlfriend. I haven't even kissed her yet."

"Yet?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Sure. Whatever you say."

Only twenty minutes later, the plane had come to a stop. Everyone filled out of the plane slowly. According to their head coach, press conferences were at ten am tomorrow morning. "Fancy meeting you here."

Meredith looked up from her cell phone and smiled, "Hi, Derek."

To be honest, Derek had missed her. The last time he had seen her was early Monday morning. He missed talking to her and seeing her, even if most of it was work related. "Do you want to go get some lunch?"

"Sure," She nodded with a smile. "We technically have today off, right? Where are we going?"

"I know a place."

x.x.x

Meredith leaned back in her chair and sighed. It wasn't a bad sigh, like what the hell am I doing. It was a sigh of content. She looked out to the beach. "I'm sorry if I seem like a tourist."

"You've spent your entire life in a classroom," Derek took a sip of the wine he decided to try. "Where are you looking forward to the most this season?"

"The Superbowl, duh," She giggled. "Well, I've never been to London and I think that's going to be amazing."

"I'll try to get you the Superbowl." Derek looked at the boardwalk, then his eyes fell onto paparazzi. He immediately pulled her chair closer to him, so her back was towards the window. "I'm sure you don't want to be on TMZ, right?"

"No, thank you." Meredith shook her head, "But I would love a Superbowl, so you should make that happen."

"I like the demanding side of you."

"Oh, stop," Meredith pushed her hair from her face. "Can we do something super tourist-y? Like completely extra."

"Extra?" He cocked his head to the side. "Okay, now I know I'm getting old. What the hell is extra?"

Meredith smirked, "Come on od man, let's finish the wine, and I want to walk to the beach."

"That's the best you can think of? You realize we're about an hour from the Jersey Shore, right?"

Meredith looked at him with a hint of disgust, "Have you been to the Jersey Shore? No, thank you. I'm from New Jersey and I refuse to go there."

"How are you talking smack on your own state!" Derek smiled.

"Talking smack?"

"I officially can't stand you."