"Emma?" I breathed.

"Yes, unless you have another one you're hiding from me." He answered, pushing past me into the entrance.

"This really isn't a good time Derek."

"When will be a good time Meredith? Ten, twenty years from now?"

"No I just mean…I'm cleaning." I answered feebly. That was the most pathetic excuse Meredith!

"Can I help you clean?" he grinned.

"George said I had to do it myself."

"Well, I wouldn't want to go against George."

"She's…she's in the kitchen. Covered in spaghetti." I led him in and went to the sink to grab a washer. "Emma, do you remember Derek?" I asked as I rinsed the washer.

"Yeah. You're the funny man who didn't meet Lucy." She giggled as I wiped the sauce off her face.

"Can I meet her now?" he asked crouching down to her height.

"Yep." She said, taking his hand. "And you can see my room too, it's pink!"

"I'll just uh…clean up then, while you do that." I watched as Emma dragged him up the stairs. It was a beautiful site that I never wanted to forget. Half an hour had passed and I'd finished cleaning the kitchen so I ventured upstairs to check on them. I leant on the doorframe watching Emma pour Derek tea. "I uh, I have spaghetti…if you want some."

"You know what? I'm starving. I'd love spaghetti." He flashed his McDreamy smile and I couldn't help but copy. "Do you like spaghetti Emma?" he asked before taking a sip, pinkie up.

"Yum!" she shouted.

"You didn't like it earlier." I narrowed my eyes at her smiling.

"This is delicious Mer. Since when do you cook anything edible?" Derek smiled over his next forkful.

"Hey, you used to praise my Mac and Cheese." I grinned.

"All you had to do was add water." He laughed.

"It's trickier than it sounds. So, what about Rachel, is she a wiz in the kitchen?"

"Not really. She could never make Mac and Cheese like you."

"But all you have to do is add water." I smiled, cocking an eyebrow.

"It's trickier than it sounds." He grinned. "So, what have you whipped up for desert?" he asked expectantly.

"That's still Izzie's area. I think there might be some chocolate cake left over." I said getting up and looking in the fridge.

"Cake!" Emma squealed.

"Only when you've finished your dinner." I pointed to her.

"You're not one of those mums?"

"Oh and your mother let you do anything you wanted?"

"I was her youngest and only son. I got away with murder." He sheepishly grinned.

"I bet you did." I smiled setting the cake in front of him.

xXx

"So, how was last night?" Izzie grinned the next morning over her coffee mug.

"It was…nice. I had fun."

"Playing 'Happy Families' really suits you guys. It's cute."

"We weren't playing 'Happy Families'. He just, wanted to see Em."

"Well you guys make the hottest family I've ever seen." She grinned.

"Go pick on George." I said as I whipped her with a tea towel.

xXx

"So Dr. Grey, did you get the lab results on Grace?" Derek asked joining me at the nurse's station.

"Not yet, they're backed up at the moment."

"I had fun last night." He smiled looking at me.

"Yeah. Me too."

"Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"I'd like that."

"Rach is dying to see Emma."

"Oh, really?...Great!" I smiled my fakest smile as I answered with fake enthusiasm. For a moment I forgot I wasn't the only woman in his life. For a moment I was happy. And then reality came crashing down on me.