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Storyteller: Derek Shpeherd

A few days after talking to Meredith about our trip to Malawi and seeing Zola's roots with our own eyes, I checked for our boarding passes by the chair next to her nightstand. The chair wasn't originally there in the first place, but we bought it so Zola could sit next to us whenever she wanted to. Although she could sit in our bed, somehow having a chair for her seemed better. As if she had her own place there.

As I spent a few hours alone after waking up and checking on our kids, I felt Meredith clinch in our bed. She mumbled something and turned around to look at me.

"Morning," I leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"Hmm," she blinked. "Morning to you too," and put her hand on cheeks to turn my lips onto hers.

That surely is a good morning kiss. I wasn't sure how far I could push, how risky I could be – when it comes to a waking up Meredith, I don't take too many chances as to being cheesy. I don't want to ruin our day when it's barely even started.

"What're you doing?" She asked, getting out of bed and heading to our bathroom.

I stared at her and got lost in thoughts. She looked so perfect standing there, in her cute pajamas, so small in comparison with me. I've always known she was a bit tall – taller than most women -, but she still looked small to me; as if I could hold her in my arms and protect her from every harm. Still, our height difference isn't even that big, but I love it so much. I adore every difference between us.

I got back to reality.

"I was setting things up for our trip. Good thing we have the day off."

Meredith brushed her teeth and nodded. I looked at her and wanted to ravish her. Goddamn it, I can't simply want those things anymore. We don't have much time anymore, not with the kids and our traveling plans. Not today anyway. But I won't forget to ravish her before we leave to Africa. Oh, I won't.

A question hit me. "Do you want to visit other countries in Africa? South Africa, for instance? Egypt?"

Meredith spit on the sink and turned around to see me. "I thought that was implied. I thought we were going to show Zola her continent. Right?"

Implied? That was… everything but implied. Still, I didn't say it. Instead, I said "Sure. We can do that, but with our jobs and all, I don't think we can make it to the entire continent. I mean, we should try to explore Malawi as much as possible."

Meredith stumbled in surprise. "Derek, what is there to do in Malawi? Of course we can spend some time there, but with Egypt and South Africa in the same continent, we definitely shouldn't make it a priority."

It was my turn to be surprised. "Meredith, what the hell are you saying? We can't make it a priority? What then? We should just go to Europe instead. Visit Paris, since we owe nothing to Zola!"

I felt my voice rising and that was uncalled for. I still don't know what got me so upset.

"Shit, Derek. Calm down! The kids are going to hear," Mer tries to chill me out.

I'm still not convinced. How could Meredith say our kid wasn't a priority?! That's bullshit. I started to wonder whether or not she was PMSing. I know that's a manly thing to do and women hate it when we do it, but… What else was I supposed to think? Mer, such a good mother, acting careless about our child?

Maybe I am overreacting. I do always feel like I owe Zola the world, just because of what she's been through and has no fucking clue. Just because of the fact that I couldn't make her. I never want her to feel any differently from Bailey. That worries me so much sometimes.

"I'll admit I don't want to go, okay? I've given more thoughts to it and… I think it's best we just stay. Let this go."

I can't bring myself to hear her anymore. One second I buy the plane tickets and it's the best idea one could have; the other, I say we should explore Zola's country and it's bullshit. Suddenly not so important.

"Don't. Don't do this right now, Meredith. Let's… talk about it at least." She doesn't reply. I decide to go easy on her. "What's going on in that beautiful mind?"

She snorted. "What difference does it make? It's simple torture. She's not going to remember any of this, Derek. I just think we should put it off. Go to Paris instead? I don't see harm in that."

It hit me – Meredith was afraid. She doesn't want to see where Zola is from because she's afraid Zola might like it there, miss it there, and want to be there instead.

"Are you afraid?" I opened a smile. My lips wanted to meet hers badly, because just now I realized she wasn't acting like a careless mother, but a concerned one. That's extremely cute. It just doesn't scream Meredithy to me. So knowing that it is… makes my heart melt.

"So what if I am? I've never done this before. I've never adopted a kid from Africa before, okay? Forgive me for not being the pro here." Meredith sighed.

I came closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "I'm not an expert either, Mer. But you should just say so. Tell me what's going on in your mind and we can fix it."

She feigned offense. "What makes you think everything that goes on in my mind needs fixing?"

I felt like the mood has softened even if just a little. It made me smile to her. "So not what I meant and you know it."

I leaned in to press a kiss in her lips and the world was right again. Everything seemed right again. And more importantly, we were right again.