Chapter Ten

Soap Opera

Meredith looked through the window at the girl she had come to know as a friend. Watching as she reunited with her lost love. Maxine James' life could be turned into a Soap Opera. Not one that people made fun of because it was fake. But, one that people watched because they knew what she was going through. If Maxine James' life was turned into a Soap Opera you'd feel every emotion that the reality brought. You'd cry when you watched as her father pried her away from Conor or when they were reunited. You'd laugh whenever she'd bring out her sarcastic side which was forever constant. And you'd hate as she hated the people who wronged her, the people that were supposed to be her family. And you'd smile when she got a new family. One that took care of her and one that didn't go off to France. A family that stood at her side.

Meredith smiled and tears fell down her cheeks as she watched Max and Conor hug and kiss and just cry.

She felt arms encircle around her waste and she leaned her head against a chest.

"I'm happy for her. For them. She really deserves this." Meredith said sobbing out her words. "I mean everything she's going through. They deserve to be together."

Mark smiled and kissed the top of her head, "They do. But, you don't need to get yourself worked up. You don't want this baby to pop out early, do you?" He said rubbing her enlarged stomach.

Meredith wiped at her eyes and turned in Marks arms. She smiled and gave him a small kiss of the lips.

"I love you."

"I love you, too Meredith."

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"I'm sorry. I"m so sorry. I didn't think they would press charg..."

"Dalin..." Came the native Russian voice, "Max it was not your fault. I should have known better. You were fifteen. I was..."

"Older." Max laughed.

Conor smiled at her, "Yes, my dalin. I was older."

"But, we loved each other. They knew that. They let me date you. But, when I got pr..." Max stopped herself. She looked away from him and to her sheets.

Conor brought his hand to her chin and made her look at him.

"I think about it too." He told her, "What would have happened if your parents hadn't of had such a temper. If so, would we be parents of a beautiful little girl or boy? I think about what our lives would be like if you hadn't have had an abortion." He said the last part in a whisper.

"We probably wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be dying." Conor went to speak, but she held up her hand, "I am Conor. I can feel it." She told him and watched as his eyes filled with tears, "If my parents wouldn't have had a cow we would be in New York raising a little boy or girl that would look just like you." She said with a smile.

"How can you be ok with this." Conor asked.

"It's in the past, Con..."

"No, not that. Dying." He corrected, "How can my dalin be ok with dying. Just when we've been reunited? How can you even think your dying when the doctors have said nothing..."

"Conor... They don't have to say it for me to know... I can feel it..." She told him.

A tear slipped down his cheek. And Max went and patted the extra space on the hospital bed.

"Lay with me?" She asked him.

He wiped the tear away and nodded, laying next to her, his arm around her waist. He never wanted to let go.

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Mark and Meredith were heading out of Seattle Grace when they heard Addison's voice.

"Meredith! Mark!" Addison yelled and hurried towards them.

Mark and Meredith turned around and looked at her as she tried to catch her breath.

"Addison?' Mark asked.

Addison swallowed and then smiled at them, "We've got a pancreas for Max."

Mark and Meredith stared at her for a moment before they looked at each other.

This was the time in the Soap Opera that everyone had every single emotion flowing through their body. That the watchers would look at their screen in complete shock and amazement. The watchers would stare at the screen for moments before jumping up and down with relief. Their minds once full of sorrowful thoughts of Max dying dispersed and thoughts of her living with Conor at her side taking there rightful place. This was the time in the Soap Opera that everyone's thoughts were deceiving them.

A/N: Ok, I'm soooo sorry for the long delay. I've been really busy and have been away from the computer... I know this is a sort chapter... but this is all I have for now. I hope you like it...

And Dalin means Darling in Russian... I think...