He knocked on the door. Still nothing. He decided to open the door without an answer.

"Meredith?" He got no answer. "Meredith!" He yelled a little louder.

He walked into the kitchen and set the food on the counter.

"Meredith?"

"Oh… Mark," She sniffled as she came down the stairs. Her eyes were red. Her cheeks were flushed.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Mark, I can't do this."

"What?" He asked as she sat down.

"I can't pretend like nothing happened." He gave her the food and walked into the living room. She carried her four carry out containers and followed him.

"Meredith, I want pretend that nothing happened, either."

There was silence for a while.

"Why did you leave?" Meredith asked.

"I didn't leave to hurt you. I left so I wouldn't hurt you. I knew I would if stayed I would have hurt you far worse than if I left. After, I left I wanted to come back because I missed you. But, then I remembered everything I had fucked up. I couldn't do that to you. I haven't had sex since I left. I can't do it."

Meredith stayed quiet. Her eyes gleamed with tears and her hand subconsciously landed on her stomach.

Minutes ticked by and not a word was spoken.

"Meredith?" She looked up at him. "I love you and I want this to get better. I understand if you've moved on and I'll go back to New York. I want you to be happy. I want you to know I love you." With that he got up and looked down at Meredith. He smiled slightly before walking out.

The door shut and she leaned back in the chair. She struggled to hold back the welled up tears.

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"Hey," She forced a sad smile as Addison walked in.

"Hey," She smiled back and laid down her stuff.

"Mark came by earlier." Meredith said as she looked at the fire in the fireplace.

"Oh…" There was a long pause and she sat beside Meredith on the couch. "Did you tell him?"

"No," She moaned out of frustration.

"He loves you."

"I know." There was another pause. "I love him too."

"I don't see the dilemma."

"He left, Addison. Maybe my little voice is right. Maybe he will leave again."

"He won't leave again."

"How do you know?" She said and played with the fringe of the pillow.

"Because, he loves you and he'll love your babies. Meredith you have to talk to him."

"I know. I want to but I don't know what to say."

"You say… Even though this is a corny cliché… You speak from your heart."

"It is a corny cliché." Meredith giggled. "But thanks Addison."

"Your welcome, Mere."

The fire danced in the fireplace. Smoke puffs puffed up the chimney. Addison threw her head back and took a sip of her beer. Meredith didn't mind if the others drank. She had no temptation since she always remembered the risks of drinking pregnant.

"Have you picked names?" Addison asked.

"I.. I guess not. I guess I was always been waiting for Mark."

"You got to tell him about the babies before you can do that."

"Yeah, I know. I'll tell him." Meredith nodded.