Three's a Fantasy

Meredith and Cristina

Meredith's pussy was actually moist and tingling from just daydreaming about that ice cream fest with Mark. She laughed ruefully at herself. She was such a dirty, slutty, lucky, happy girl. She laughed again as she went to answer her phone.

"Hey, Cristina," Meredith said.

"So, I need to decide what to do. I hardly slept all night," Cristina said in a strained voice.

"Cristina, I'll support any decision you make, but are you seriously asking my opinion about this?"

"Yeah... yeah, I guess I am. What would you do?"

"Cristina... if it were Derek's baby, I wouldn't think twice about having it. There's no way I could ever do anything different, no matter what the circumstances... no matter if he hated me until I could get a paternity test. If Derek wanted to be a father and this were the only chance he'd have, I'd want to make him happy... I'd want to give him a baby."

"But... but, if you didn't want to be a mother? If you wanted to be a full time surgeon?"

"I guess I'd admit to Derek what my problem and my fear was. He always understands it and makes it better for me, even when I've been silly enough, or insecure enough to try to keep something from him. Derek fills in where I'm not perfect. If he had to be the primary parent, he'd do it, and I don't think he'd try to force me to be someone I wasn't. I'd try to work some sort of compromise out with him... Maybe he'd have an answer that I couldn't imagine... Burke needs to know, Cristina," Meredith said, "C'mon, do you really think you can live a lie the rest of your relationship?"

"What if it were Mark? What then?" Cristina probed.

"Cristina, I love Mark. I trust and respect Mark enough to let him know, and ask his opinion about what we, not me should do. Mark is a different man. His questions and solutions and problems would likely be very different from Derek's. But still, he's my lover, my love. It wouldn't be hard for me, Cristina."

"That's easy for you to say, you're not really pregnant," Cristina said bitterly.

"No, I'm not, and Derek and Mark aren't Burke. Only you understand what you have with Burke," Meredith paused, and then said, "I sure don't get it. I never have. People've judged my relationship as strange. Compared to yours, mine is normal."

Meredith switched loads from the washers to the dryers, then started a load of jeans and a load of the long sleeved T-shirts that all of them used under their scrubs.

"We... understand... each other. We aren't strange."

"Cristina, you spent three weeks in utter silence because Burke was in a snit, like a seventh grader! You ate cheerios out of the box for dinner every night for weeks because he refused to share food, and you refused to get take out, or cook for yourself. Weird."

Mer headed to the kitchen for a snack. She realized suddenly she was hungry.

"He... said he loves me... wants to marry me."

"That's great, but do you love him? Do you want to marry him? You aren't acting like you love or trust him... You're acting like you're afraid. Every choice you have scares you, Burke scares you. That's just not right, Cristina."

"Meredith!"

"You're pregnant, Cristina, and you're afraid to tell the father!"

"I'm not! I... just... I... don't... Meredith, you've changed so much! I have an excuse! I'm bloated with prego hormones! What's happened to you?"

"I'm happy. I've never been happy before. I have a life now. But, listen, think about it and we'll talk at work, okay? I have to go."