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Chapter 14

"Oh c'mon Meredith, you know already."

"I don't know, Christina! Maybe you do! So tell me what to do!"

"I know this will sound weird coming from me, Meredith, but happiness does not show in the smiles you make. It comes from inside, Mer. It's the fuzzy and warm feeling that tickles you endlessly."

"It did sound weird coming from you," Meredith cracked a smile.

"Oh shut up," Christina threw some peanuts towards her.

"I want Davey to be happy," Meredith sighed.

"He's happy with Mcsteamy and we both know you are too."

"But what if Davey would be happier with Derek?"

"Would you be happy?"

"I don't know," Meredith shrugged. "Derek's been long gone from my life and I think I've been happy."

"Okay, for one second, just for even one second, try not to think of Davey's happiness and think of yours. Who would make you happy?"

Meredith paused for a few seconds and thought hard. She knew who her heart was calling out for and she called out the name of the man she knew she could learn to love and the man who would make her trully happy. "Mark."

"Then there's your answer!" Christina told her. "For a brain surgeon, you're dumb sometimes."

"I beg your pardon!" Meredith's eyes went wide.

"What," Christina shrugged. "It's true. I don't see why you're having a hard time deciding between those two, I mean, McSteamy definitely loves you, Meredith. He loves you to the point that it's scary. And Derek's not even McDreamy anymore, Mer, he's just trying to be your McDreamy again. He probably has a new wife stashed somewhere in New York and then you guys get together and she comes into the picture, it's Addison all over again."

"You've got too much of an imagination, Christina," Meredith shook her head as she looked at her friend strangely.

"It could happen," Christina shrugged.

"I'm calling him tonight," Meredith spoke in a determined voice.

"You should."

"I should," Meredith nodded. "If only it'll be that easy..."

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"Hey, did you hear the good news?" Derek approached his son who was sitting on one of the benches outside the daycare center.

"What good news? There's hardly any good news going around in hospitals," David looked at Derek with a frown.

"Oh, c'mon, most people come out of this four walls alive," Derek tried to liven his son up.

"Most," David looked at him as if reminding him about the truth. "Anyway, what's the good news?"

"I just signed the papers today. I'm moving here next week."

"Oh," David kept quiet.

"You're not happy?"

"I don't know," David shrugged. "Do I have to be?"

"I guess a little enthusiasm would be helpful," Derek offered.

"Why'd you do it?"

"So that I could get to spend more time with you and your Mom."

"Meredith?" David looked at Derek as he nodded. "Do you love her?"

Derek sighed deeply and looked at his son intently. "Yes, I still love her. That's something that doesn't go away."

"Then why'd you leave," David asked him again. "Don't you think it's time for me to know?"

"Addison, she was my wife back then."

"Addison?" David frowned. "I guess that explains it..."

"What?"

"She's very pretty," David sighed softly. "I guess you really had to pick her."

"I-I," Derek thought of a way on how to tell him the truth. "I had to make a choice back then, I thought I was doing the right thing when I tried to make things work between me and my wife..."

"You thought?"

"I was wrong. Following my overanalyzing mind over my heart..."

"So you loved her?"

"I ran after her, buddy, but she ran the other way fast. If only love were enough, we could have been together."

"Maybe you guys weren't meant to be together..."

"Is that what you think?" Derek asked a little disappointed.

"I guess," David shrugged.

"So..." Derek was about to prod some more but David cut him of.

"Where are you going to live?"

"The trailer," Derek told him.

"You actually like living in that thing?" David grimaced. "It's so stinky!"

"Stinky? It's definitely not stinky," Derek defended.

"It so is!" David insisted, laughing a little. "It smells like trout!"

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"Mark..."

"I heard Derek signed the papers... Word travels fast around here," Mark told her. "Nah, actually Izzie called me up and told me the news."

"Mark..."

"Just... Just tell Davey not to forget me, okay?"

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A few days later...

"Meredith?" David whispered. "Are you crying?"

"No," Meredith turned away from her son and wiped her eyes dry. "I'm not."

"I'm seven and I'm not stupid, you are crying. Is it because of Derek?"

"No, sweetie," Meredith shook her head.

"Mommy?" David called out.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you keep on lying?" he spoke innocently.

"I'm not lying, sweetie, you know lying's bad," Meredith turned towards him and forced a smile.

"I know lying's bad but I also know that people lie to make things simpler..."

"Just sometimes, sweetie," she told him.

"That means things are complicated now," he spoke.

"They are at some level," Meredith nodded. David looked at her more carefully and once again Meredith knew her son was not a regular 7 year old.

"You do not need to choose him, you know that right? Just because he's my father doesn't mean you have to try and stay with him... And just because he loves you doesn't mean you have to love him back... He doesn't even have to stay here, I don't care if he goes back to New York."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, sweetie, go back to sleep," Meredith lied and kept her forced smile.

"No," David shook his head and insisted on continuing the conversation.

"Go back to sleep," Meredith leaned over and plced a kiss on his forehead. "Good night, sweetie."

"Fine," David pouted and kept quiet the rest of the night.

It was a few hours later when David woke up once again, he looked over at Meredith's face and found her dried up tears indicating she just cried once again. David looked at her mother and knew he needed to do something. He didn't want her mother to feel sad anymore. He carefully sneaked out of their room and headed for the phone. He dialled the number he knew by heart and waited for someone to answer.

"Uncle Mark?" David spoke in a low tone.

"Davey? Is that you?"

"Yeah," David nodded though he knew Mark couldn't see him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Meredith..."

"Did something happen?"

"No," David shook his head this time. "She's just sad."

"I can't do anything about that anymore, buddy, Derek's already there for her," Mark told him.

"I know Derek's here, Uncle Mark. But it's not the same as you being here!"

"I know it seems a bit complicated for you to understand this, Davey, but..."

"Complicated?" David spoke in a loud voice. "Everything's complicated now, Uncle Mark! Ever since Derek came here, nothing's simple anymore! So please, make it simple again, Uncle Mark, please!"

"Shhh," Mark heard his ragged breaths and his soft sobs. "Buddy, calm down, okay? Calm down."

"I don't like seeing her cry," David frowned. "It's the first time I ever saw her cry..."

"She'll be alright, buddy."

"Derek told me he's going to make things right... But I don't know how he's going to make things right by making Meredith miserable..."

"She already chose him, buddy, I can't do anything anymore..."

"Uncle Mark, please," David begged once again. "If you really love Meredith... Just give it a try one more time..."

"I'm sorry, buddy, I'm sorry. I can't..."

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Mark's a weakling. LOL. He's afraid of more heartbreak.

And again... I'm expecting some bashing from you guys. ha-ha.