Wow, yeah, please don't throw rotting vegetables. I know its been quite awhile, and here is why: First I got a severe case of writers block. I couldn't decide if my original plan was the right way to end this. I get new ideas faster than I can write, and then things get all foggy, and I can't remember what I had already written and posted. It can be dazing writing more than one thing at once and I will never do that again because ideas fuzz together. Sorry. But after I made up my mind, we got new office furniture and stuff got moved around, and I was back in school, and then I got grounded for a week. From the computer. So that accounts for the last three weeks and my lack of the final update. I really do feel horrible about telling you all 'this is it, last chapter' and then leaving you hanging for almost a month. I'm so, so sorry. I'll hush, here is the actual end to our story. I hope you are forgiving and enjoy.
"Derek…, could you come in here for a sec?" Meredith called into the garage from the kitchen of their new home.
She had been pacing the space between the sink and the island for the last forty-five minutes, and decided her news couldn't wait for him to actually finish fixing whatever he had broken. He had been out there for the last two hours, so she made a mental note to have George or Alex come take a look at whatever it was before she called a repair man.
The young family had been living in their new home for about six months now, and Meredith had come to find that any maintenance the house would need over the years simply couldn't be done by her husband because he would only make it worse. The first time he used his new self-propelled lawnmower, she was sure they'd be visiting the emergency room on his one day off. Luckily, George had stopped by and showed him how to reset the speed settings and got things under control.
"What's wrong Mer", Derek asked coming infrom the three-car garage, his white t-shirt and work jeans covered in black grease and dirt.
"What did you do?", she asked, taking in his appearance.
"Nothing", he mumbled sheepishly.
"What needed fixing", she retorted with a coy smile.
"Nothing, is this what you needed me for, because I could call one of my sisters if I wanted the third degree", he said shortly.
"No, I'm sorry. I just…"
"What? Is Lily alright?"
"Lily's fine, she's great…napping in the next room, playpen, you know. Those things are a godsend, they can be popped up wherever you need them… Just so convienient, you know…she's great."
"Okay, whats up then, and don't say nothing because you're rambling."
"I'm not rambling", she mumbled defensively, not looking him in the eye.
"Okay, then say it like you believe", he said smiling. Before she could respond, he walked up behind her and added, "Don't worry, I find your inability to make a point when your nervous endearing."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, well, I… its just… I think, that maybe…"
"Spit it out, Mer."
"Ithinkimaybepregnantagain"
"What?" he asked, genuinely confused, trying to decipher her words.
Instead of responding, Meredith unwrapped his arms from around her waist and walked through the kitchen and family room, disappearing into the hall, returning a few moments later with something in her hands.
When she presented it to him, his gazed dropped to the positive pregnancy test in her hand, and he gapedat it.
"Mer… wow…but, Lily's only six months old. We're both working again, and she's in daycare at the hospital…"
She waited for him to continue, afraid of what may come next.
"Well we'll have to reserve another spot in the program, and the room across from Lily's, it'll need to be painted. I guess we'll need to buy another nursery set, because Lily will still be using hers when BabyShepII comes around."
During his rant, he had begun pacing the same small space Meredith had been just minutes earlier. However when he turned around to look at her, the same kid-on-Christmas-morning grin was gracing his features, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.
"So you're not mad", she stated tenatively.
"Are you crazy, why would I be mad? We're having another baby! Oh, but Mer, I really think this one's going to be a boy, don't you? Are you feeling it? I really think so, not that another girl wouldn't be just as fantastic, but I just have a feeling. What do you think?"
"I think you're the one rambling, now, but unless my instincts are completely wrong, we should paint that room blue. Indigo maybe, or perhaps something lighter, more of a periwinkle with some of Izzie's star stencils. Something dreamy."
"That sounds perfect", he said, embracing her again.
"Do you realize this time next year we'll have two kids under two?" she murmured into his chest.
"It's the best terrified feeling in the world though" he responded into her hair.
"Yeah" she agreed, and the two sat in their new kitchen contentedly holding each, each pondering the prospect of the pending new addition to their family.