Watching to see that Meredith had shut the bathroom door Cristina whipped out her phone and fired off a text to Mark. Cristina had spent the last few hours listening as Meredith sobbed over Derek. During it all her pocket kept vibrating and when she got a chance to look she discovered Mark had text her at least three times wondering about Meredith.

Rolling her eyes Cristina sent She's ok. Ava's not. Knowing the cryptic message would send him reeling with worried questions, a part of her wanted him to worry..if he worried Derek would worry...and then she wouldn't have to be stuck with her hormonal best friend.

Hearing Meredith leave the bathroom Cristina quickly hid her phone and sat back down with her friend. Cristina couldn't stand to see her best friend so upset and hated the fact that Derek was still breaking her heart, even after 4 years of marriage.

Cristina had to give her friend credit, even after he had yelled at her and treated her like crap for the past year, Meredith still loved him. She still wanted to be with him, and worried constantly about him. All she had asked all night was where Derek was. She was worried he was injured and kept calling out to him over and over again until Cristina couldn't take any more and finally confessed Derek was at Mark's.

Looking over Cristina expected to find Meredith ready to cry once again but instead she was sound asleep, the exhaustion and stress of the night finally taking it's toll. Smirking, Cristina got up and brought their empty glasses to the kitchen. Meredith's virgin margarita's were still half full and melted while Cristina's shot's of tequila had long since been emptied.

Searching around the kitchen she rolled her eyes at how organized the drawers were and finally pulled out a small butter knife. Knowing all along it would be the key to opening Ava's door, she didn't want to suggest it and upset Meredith any more than she had to be.

The upstairs was silent as she made her way up and it only took her a few seconds to stick the knife in the small slit and turn it to open the lock. The door met a pile of clothes and shoes as she pushed it harder and finally was able to step into the room.

It wasn't as big of a disaster as she would have assumed and she shook her head knowing she had to teach her god daughter better. Barbies and dolls littered Ava's bed showing evidence that Ava had given up her tirade to play after all.

The CD had ended long ago and the remnants of their covers lay crushed on the floor. Ava wasn't there, and Cristina panicked for a second wondering how the girl could have gotten out of a locked room.

Rescanning the room she noticed a tiny foot sticking out from behind the partially shut walk in closet doors. Opening them caused a loud creaking noise to echo through the room and she laughed at the sight she found.

Ava was dressed in her favorite pink princess dress and tiara. She was sitting up, but her eyes were closed and Cristina could see the peaceful rise and fall of her chest. Picking her up was an easy task and the girl barely stirred as she laid her softly on the bed.

Cristina jumped as her pocket vibrating again and choose to ignore the text as she flipped off the lights and walked out of Ava's room. She would let Mark and Derek stew for awhile...it was more fun that way.

Her shift the next day came too soon for Meredith. She was tired and cranky and far too emotionally drained to even concentrate on surgery. The simple task of searching the OR board for her cases was too taxing on her tired, irritated eyes, so she walked away for coffee instead.

Rubbing at her arms she frowned at the pink scratches her daughter had left on her that morning. Dropping off Ava at daycare had been a nightmare. The girl refused to get out of the car and finally Meredith had to carry her in, only to be kicked and scratched when she tried to put her down.

Meredith was at her wits end with Ava. The young girl never acted that way before and Meredith was beating herself up with thoughts of being a bad mother. When Ava finally went into the teacher's open arms, Meredith breathed a sigh of relief before breaking down in the school bathroom.

She was upset, and worried, and suddenly her daughter was reliving her own child hood day after day and Meredith couldn't handle it.

Completely lost in thought, Meredith paid for her coffee and spun around not looking up, only to crash into a hard body. The impact caused her coffee to fly everywhere and the hot liquid burned into her arm. Letting out a yell she dropped the cup and grabbed her arm to wipe off the burning pain.

"Sorry" She mumbled before looking up and coming face to face with the piercing worried eyes of her husband. They couldn't take their eyes off each other, both too surprised by they had literally bumped into each other. He broke the eye contact before she could say anything else and looked down to assess her arm.

"Are you ok?" He asked worried at the instant blotchy red spots that had appeared on her arm. He wasn't looking at her now, and kept his eyes firmly on her arm. It was the first time they had spoken since he angrily walked out of the house. He had wanted to avoid seeing her all day, not yet ready to talk about it, but fate had other ideas.

Meredith didn't even realize he had asked her a question. She was too busy reeling over what to say, how to fix things, and how to make him listen. "I'm ok, it's not that bad..." She trailed off not being able to get all her thoughts together.

Her hands were clammy and she was nervous like a school girl talking to her crush. The silence was tense and nothing like they were used to. Taking his eyes off her arm he looked up letting his eyes roam over her body. Her hair was tied back loosely into a messy nest of a bun. She looked tired and worn, and Derek could tell she had been crying. His stomach clenched for a minute in the usual feeling that accompanied her being upset in any way. They were a team, a pair, anytime she was upset he was too.

Letting his eyes roam over her stomach he seemed to remember for the first time that she was indeed pregnant. He was so caught up in their fight the night before, and how Meredith had lied to him that he had forgotten that she was pregnant, with his baby. They were having a baby.

He was lost in thought suddenly, and his worried expression changed to something unrecognizable. Finally his mouth opened and he let out a quick reply. "Good, get it checked out if it gets worse.." He had turned and was walking the other way before Meredith could stop him. She was confused and hurt. He was acting more like a friend then her husband.

The old Derek would have hovered over her all day making sure her arm was ok. He would have insisted on a consult and probably watched to make sure she actually went. Had she really changed him that much? Without thinking Meredith turned and ran to catch up with him.

He was walking fast, purposely trying to get as far away from everyone as he could. Moving faster to catch up with him wasn't a simple task. Her aching body screamed out to her to stop the movement. "Derek!" She called as he walked through the door to the stairwell.

Finally catching up to him her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the stairwell and she called his name again and he stopped before reaching the second landing. She was winded and hunched over when he turned to face he. He felt like a jerk, making his pregnant wife run after him, but he had been too lost in emotion to even notice she was calling out to him.

"Meredith, I really need to get into surgery." He said when she had finally stood up and moved up the steps to him. "We need to talk Derek. We can't just go on like this." He knew she was right but couldn't help the feelings of anger that boiled up again.

"Not here, not now. I'm not ready to talk to you yet." Meredith sighed letting his words run through her mind. She was half tempted to just leave it at that, but she couldn't. Not for her, and not for Ava. "No, you don't get to decide, we need to talk." Derek turned her back to her suddenly getting more angry and walking up a few more steps to get away from her.

"I don't get to decide? You lied to me Meredith...I'll talk to you when I'm ready to talk." He didn't even look at her and just gripped the railing ready to walk up the remaining steps to the next floor.

Meredith was suddenly angry as well. He wouldn't let her explain, he was acting stupid and childish and she wanted to just slap some sense into him. "No Derek, this can't wait. We need to talk. We can't just let this go."

Derek whipped around and stared at her anger filling his eyes. "If I talk to you now, I'll say things that I don't mean. I can't be around right now. Don't you get that?" He spat angrily. He didn't give her a chance to reply as he turned back around and left the stairwell.

Meredith stood there motionless. She didn't know what to do, so she just sat down and rested her head in her hands. She didn't care about surgery, or getting into trouble, she just wanted to sit, and forget about the world around her.