(Alex was off Saturday as well, and had actually gotten out of the hospital at a decent hour Friday evening, so he had asked Meredith if they could use the trailer for the evening…he, Izzy and Lexzie were going to camp…do a little hiking on Saturday…and just enjoy the peace and quiet away from the city…and their roommate. Living with George was fine…they barely saw him really…Izzy actually enjoyed him being there since Alex worked so many hours himself, it was nice to have the company. But Alex thought a little alone time would be nice…just the three of them…and judging by the smile on Izzy's face when she came home and found him packing…she agreed. They didn't get to the trailer until late evening…it was Lexzie's bedtime, so while Alex grilled dinner, Izzy fed the baby and put her to bed. She came out to join him on the deck…he was trying to extinguish a small fire in the grill…smashed his finger in the lid…and dropped one of the steaks onto the deck…he was cursing as he heard her giggling in the doorway…he turned with a frustrated look…but seeing her laughing he smiled as well.)
Izzy: Do you need some help?
Alex: No…(he scooted a chair over directing her to sit) You just sit there and look pretty…I've got it under control.
Izzy: Yeah…(sarcastic) looks like it.
Alex: (picking up the steak he had dropped on the deck…holding it up to her) Just for that comment, young lady…this one is yours. (they both laughed as she leaned over and stole his beer…drinking it as she watched him cook…or try to cook anyway.)
(Laying in bed, facing each other in the nearly dark room, Meredith and Derek stared at each other, neither said anything for a while…finally she broke the silence…)
Meredith: What's wrong?
Derek: Nothing's wrong, why?
Meredith: Well…you're not talking…which isn't like you,
Derek: Very funny.
Meredith: And we've been laying here for more than 30 seconds and my clothes are still on…which definitely isn't like you.
Derek: I told you , tonight is about you taking it easy…so…
Meredith: So, I guess you'll have to do all of the work…(she started to kiss his neck, sliding her hands up his shirt…he didn't respond…she stopped to look at him)
Derek: (he kissed her forehead) I feel guilty…
Meredith: (the old, insecure Meredith would have panicked at that statement, but she didn't) About what?
Derek: About the baby…convincing you to do it now…while you're still an intern…and now you feel miserable…and I feel guilty.
Meredith: I am not miserable…I am…
Derek: I know…I know…you're fine.
Meredith: I am fine…just because I have puked in every bathroom within a 10 mile radius of the hospital does not mean I'm miserable.
Derek: How can you not be? I'm miserable just looking at you.
Meredith: THANKS!
Derek: That's not what I meant…(he stammered to better choose his words, but she laughed, preventing him from talking by kissing him…she pulled back…her eyes smiling up at him.)
Meredith: I have a husband that I adore…and I'm having his baby…I'm thrilled. Maybe it's not easy, but have you forgotten that my life generally never is. I'm used to it.
Derek: Yeah, but I was hoping that would change after you married me…
Meredith: It has…my life is perfect…well almost perfect…(rubbing her stomach) in seven months it will be. (he put his hand over hers, gently rubbing her abdomen, a smile on his face at the thought of his baby growing inside.)
Derek: I love you.
Meredith: I love you too…(she tapped on her watch), but another 15 minutes in this bed without you trying to make a move on me and I may start to get offended. (she giggled as he pulled her over on top of him…slowly untying her bathrobe as his eyes locked on hers…her smile softened and her eyes closed as he slid the robe down off of her shoulders, and ran his soft hands up and down her bare arms…over her breasts…rubbing them playfully as she moaned softly…she hiked his shirt up…exposing his stomach…her mouth working its way over his bare stomach and up his chest…her hands fumbling with his belt, finally releasing him from the confines of his pants. She slid on top of him…taking him inside her…watching the look of pleasure on his face as he let out a soft gasp. His eyes watching her…his hands softly tracing over her thighs she slowly began to rock on top of him. His hand continued to explore every inch of her skin…pulling her mouth down to meet his…his tongue thrusting to meet hers as her body took him in…faster and deeper…he fought to prolong the moment…finally feeling her body shudder, he released as well…coming together one last time before she fell onto the pillow beside him…both quiet for a moment as they tried to catch their breath. He pulled her to him…stroking her bare back…kissing her forehead as she drifted off to sleep.)
(Lexzie was up bright and early…which was fine…they wanted to get outside and enjoy the day. Izzy put the baby in her carrier and helped Alex slip it on like a backpack…the baby happily looked around and smiled as they headed up the trails showing her the birds and the squirrels that they came across…of course the baby didn't really understand any of it…but Izzy still enjoyed watching Alex excitedly pointing them out.
Alex: See Lexzie…birdie…that's a birdie…(the baby cooed, as if on cue…which brought a big smile to his face. He saw Izzy smiling at him, and stopped to pull her in for a quick kiss before they headed further up the trail. They reached a clearing…spread out a blanket…and sat to rest while Alex gave Alexis her bottle. Izzy laid on her back…staring up at the bright blue sky…enjoying the peacefulness of being out here.)
Izzy: We need a place like this…a house with a yard, and a place for her to ride her bike.
Alex: I think we may have a few years before she'll be riding a bike…and I don't think we can afford our own place on my salary…we'll have to wait a couple years…until I'm a world renowned plastic surgeon.
Izzy: Are you still thinking plastics? Because I don't want to move to L.A.
Alex: We don't have to move to L.A. I wouldn't raise her there. That may be where all the money is, but there are more important things than money. (kissing the baby)
Izzy: Well, maybe I should start looking for something…to help out until you finish your internship.
Alex: NO! (she looked at him, surprised by his emphatic tone) I mean…if you want to work fine, but if you're just doing it for the money, then no…who would take care of this little cutie…and if we have another one, you'd be working just to pay daycare anyway, so…
Izzy: Another one? (he gave her his devilish grin…she rolled her eyes at the thought of being pregnant again so soon…and avoided the conversation by heading off for a short walk while he finished feeding the baby.)
(Meredith's eyes closed, she reached over to Derek's side of the bed…empty…she looked around the room…no sign of him, she started to get out of bed, but as she pulled her clothes on he came in carrying breakfast…)
Derek: Where do you think you're going?
Meredith: To find you…(a quick kiss, and she followed him over to the small table by the window…sipping the orange juice…and taking in the wonderful smells…bacon…syrup...)
Meredith: Oh my god!
Derek: (his head snapped around) What?
Meredith: I don't have to vomit!
Derek: (grinning) That's a good thing, right?
Meredith: What? I mean…YES. I'm just surprised…this is the first morning that I haven't started my day hanging over the toilet.
Derek: It must be my cooking!
Meredith: (laughing) Must be. (they sat down and had a nice breakfast…she showered while he cleaned up…and then they headed out…walking hand in hand down the dock toward the car.)
Meredith: What does your schedule look like today?
Derek: Well…you tell me…we can do anything you want.
Meredith: (raising her eyebrow) Anything? You don't have to go to the hospital?
Derek: I took the day off…so what'll it be? Shopping?
Meredith: You hate shopping.
Derek: Visiting your mother?
Meredith: You hate visiting my mother.
Derek: I don't hate visiting your mother…and that's not the point…it's YOUR day off…tell me what you want to do.
Meredith: Well, your mother's coming, so I guess we should get some sheets for the spare room, and I guess we should actually have some food in the house…
Derek: So, shopping it is.