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Something kicks me in the thigh and I open one eyelid and peer at the intruder in my bed. "Ouch, Jake. Watch your feet," I grumble as I wrap my arm around his tiny waist.

"Sorry, Mommy," he whispers as he cuddles up against my body. "I was just trying to snuggle."

I smile and let out a sleepy sigh before kissing him quickly on the forehead. "Why are you in my bed? You know Daddy and I don't let you sleep in here," I ask him.

Jacob peers up at me and bats his big blue eyes. He smiles sheepishly at me and says, "I had a bad dream. Are you mad at me?" He rubs his fist over his eye and yawns.

I give him a reassuring smile and say, "No. I'm not mad at you. But this can't become a habit every time Daddy works all night, got it?"

"Got it, Mommy," he replies. "When are we going to get married anyways?" he asks me.

I raise my eyebrows at him and say, "You mean me and you?"

He nods.

"Um…why do you want to marry me?" I ask him as I brush the hair off his forehead.

Jacob smiles at me and says, "Because you're pretty! And you play blocks with me."

I laugh and say, "I guess those are good reasons. What do we do when we're married?"

Jacob wiggles his eyebrows at me and says, "Go to ChuckECheese!"

We both look over at the door as Derek opens it and walks in.

"Good morning, stranger," I tease as Derek walks over to the bed and sits down next to us.

Derek smiles at me and shakes his head at Jacob, obviously displeased that Jacob has slept in our bed in his absence. "Good morning," he says softly before bending down and kissing me tenderly on the lips.

Jacob bolts upright and shouts, "Stop it, Daddy!" He takes his hand and wipes my lips off. He glares at Derek and then kisses me hard on the mouth. "Hmpfff!" He folds his arms across his chest and pouts.

I roll my eyes and try not to laugh.

"What? I can't kiss Mommy now?" Derek asks as he folds his own arms across his chest.

Jacob frowns and replies, "No! She's my Mommy, not yours! And we're getting married!"

Derek glares playfully at me and says, "Oh really? Married, huh?"

I bite my bottom lip to try to keep from smiling.

"Yep," Jacob says. "Married!"

Derek's eyes twinkle mischievously as he says, "Well, hate to break it to you, buddy, but I married Mommy six years ago. You're a little too late."

Jacob growls like a bear at Derek and says, "Oh yeah? Well…I bet you didn't take her to ChuckECheese like I'm going to do!"

Derek chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender. "Whoa. You got me there, Jacob. All I did was take Mommy to New York City and Europe."

"Ha!" Jacob shouts as he jumps up on the bed. "I win!"

I shake my head at Derek and place my hand on my slightly protruding belly. "I sure hope you're a girl," I whisper to my stomach.

Jacob kisses me hard again and then jumps off the bed and runs out of the room.

Derek groans and lays down in the bed next to me.

"Rough night?" I say softly as I press my body up next to his as he lays on his back. I drape my arm over his stomach and rest my chin on his chest and look up at him.

Derek reaches down and pulls the sheet up over his body. "Just long. I missed you," he says as he turns onto his side and pulls my body tight against his.

"You did, huh?" I ask as I tangle my leg around his thigh.

He kisses me.

"Is that a 'yes'?" I ask as I break off the kiss.

He smiles and kisses me again. "So…what is this about you and Jacob getting married? I can't leave for one night and already you're replacing me with a younger man?" he teases as he runs his hands up and down my back.

I smile and place my hands on his cheeks and pull his face to mine. I give him a long, lingering kiss. "Jealous?" I whisper as I break the kiss.

He smirks at me. "Maybe," he whispers back. He places one of his hands on my stomach. "How's little one doing?" he asks as he presses his forehead against mine.

I smile and reply, "She's good. Fluttered around all night long like a ballerina." My smile widens as Derek raises an eyebrow at me.

"She?" he asks.

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm not sure I can handle another Shepherd male around here," I reply sarcastically.

"Eat your cereal, Jake," I say grumpily as I flop down next to him at the table and pour some milk into my bowl.

Jacob picks up a spoonful of Kix and lets them drizzle down back into his bowl. "Daddy never makes us eat this disgusting cereal," he grumbles as he plays with this breakfast.

"Well, Daddy is sleeping. You're stuck with me and disgusting cereal this morning. Sorry," I mutter as I shuffle my own cereal around in my bowl.

"Yuck!" Emma yells from her highchair as she picks up a handful of Kix and drops them onto the floor. Panda runs over and sniffs them, then turns and runs out of the kitchen.

I sigh and set my spoon down on the table. "It's unanimous," I say sarcastically. "This is officially the worst breakfast ever." I laugh when Jacob and Emma both pout at me. "Fine. Get dressed. Let's go to McDonalds."

My cell phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket. A smile creeps across my face as I read 'Home' on the screen. "Hey, what are you doing awake already?" I say as I flip my phone open.

Derek laughs. "We have plans," he replies. "I forgot to tell you this morning. So I'm telling you now. We have plans. Where are you, anyway?"

I laugh and say, "We went out for breakfast. Apparently my attempt at making Saturday morning breakfast sucked so we went out for pancakes. And now we're at the park down by the ferry landing. I figured you'd like some peace and quiet so you could sleep." I hold my hand over the phone and yell at Jacob to stay off the monkey bars. "So…plans, huh?" I ask Derek.

"Plans. And you need to come home or we're going to be late," he replies.

"Be home in twenty minutes, or as soon as I can drag Emma out of the sandbox," I say.

"Daddy!" Jacob yells as he runs onto the front porch. He jumps in Derek's lap on the swing, making Derek grunt in pain.

"How was the park?" Derek asks Jacob as he adjusts him in his lap.

Jacob frowns. "Mommy wouldn't let me do the monkey bars," he says angrily as he folds his arms over his chest.

I roll my eyes as I carry Emma onto the porch. "That's because last time you did the monkey bars you slipped and almost broke your arm, remember?" I explain as I sit down next to Derek on the swing. I lean my face to his and give him a quick kiss.

"Mommy! Stop kissing Daddy!" Jacob shouts. He wipes my lips off with his hand and replaces Derek's kiss with his own. He jumps off of Derek's lap and runs into the house.

Derek and I both sigh. Emma looks up at me and smiles. She sticks her thumb into her mouth and lays her head back against my chest.

"Someone's sleepy," Derek says as he brushes his hand over Emma's cheek. She turns her face to look at Derek and smiles at him while still trying to suck her thumb. "Come on, Em. Let's get you a quick bath so we can go." He stands up and takes Emma off of my lap.

I raise my eyebrows at him and ask, "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I follow him as he turns and walks into the house.

"Dr. Richardson gave me some Mariners tickets for this afternoon," he says as he walks ahead of me up the stairs and into the bathroom.

"Mariners tickets? As in…baseball?" I ask as I scrunch my nose up. I lean against the sink as Derek kneels down next to the tub.

Emma claps her hands together and points to the tub. "Baf!" she says excitedly as Derek turns on the water.

"Yes, bath. Your hair is full of sand, sweetheart," Derek tells her. "And yes, Mariners…as in baseball. It'll be fun."

I groan. "Seriously? Baseball is the most boring sport ever invented. And you're planning on taking the kids? Are you insane?"

Derek laughs at me as he squirts some baby soap into the tub. "What? I thought you liked watching baseball with me?" He pulls Emma's shirt over her head and then slips her shoes and socks off.

"I like watching baseball with you when we're laying on the couch together. It makes for a good nap," I tease. "But actually going to a game…with kids? No. No way. Bad idea. Why don't you call Alex and Steve? I'm sure they'll go with you. Why must you torture the pregnant woman?"

Derek finishes undressing Emma and lifts her into the tub. "I don't want to go with them. I want to go with you. And it'll be Jacob's first time to see the Yankees play." He pours a cup of water over Emma's head and laughs at her as she kicks her feet.

"Ahhh…I see. The Yankees are in town again. So now we all have to suffer," I say sarcastically as I bend over and pick Emma's dirty clothes and diaper up off the floor.

Derek looks up at me and winks. "Exactly," he says.

"No. No way. I'm not wearing that, Derek Shepherd," I insist as he holds a Yankees jersey up for me.

"Ah…come on, Mer. Please? You'll look hot," he tells me as he wiggles his eyes.

"Yeah," I reply. "I'll look hot. I'll also get my ass kicked by an angry mob of Mariners fans. I'm not wearing that!" I grab a sweater out of the closet and pull it over my head.

Derek shakes his head at me. "Fine. Be that way," he mutters as he puts on his own Yankees jersey and buttons it up.

Jacob runs into our bedroom and shouts, "It fits!" He smiles widely at Derek as he shows him his Yankees jersey.

"Looks great, Jacob," Derek tells him as he gives him a high five. He smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

Emma runs into the bedroom and yells, "DaDa!" She runs up to Derek and hugs his leg.

I groan as I watch Derek pick her up and kiss her cheek. "Seriously? You brought the baby into this?" I say as I look warily at Emma's Yankee cheerleader dress she is wearing. "And what the heck did you do to her hair?"

Derek smiles sheepishly at me. "The outfit came with bows. You don't like it?"

I giggle at him as I look at Emma's lopsided pigtails with huge navy blue bows tied to them. "Love it. Looks great, honey," I say sarcastically.

"Where's your Yankee shirt, Mommy?" Jacob asks me as he sits down on my bed.

"Mommy's a party pooper, Jake," Derek explains as he plops down on the bed next to Jacob.

I grab my shoes out of the closet and walk to the bed. "No, Mommy just doesn't want to get her butt kicked," I mutter as I pull my shoes on.

"Gross! What is that smell?" I ask as I hold my hand over my nose. I grab Jacob's hand and lead him quickly down the tunnel to our seats.

"We just passed the fish and chips stand. Do you want some?" Derek asks as he walks behind us carrying Emma.

I stop walking and turn to glare at him. "Are you serious?"

Derek scrunches his forehead up in confusion. "Um…no," he mumbles. "Sorry, Mer. I forgot the baby hates fish."

"Where are our seats, anyway?" I ask as we make the descent down the stadium staircase.

Derek pulls the tickets out of his back pocket. "Um…looks like right behind the dugout. Keep walking till you get to row 8."

I sigh and mutter, "Perfect. Make the pregnant woman sit two miles from the bathroom. Great idea, Derek."

"Did you even taste those?" Derek asks as he watches me shove the last nacho chip into my mouth.

I smile at him and shrug my shoulders. "The baby likes nachos. Got a problem with that?"

He laughs and shakes his head at me. "No. I'm just glad you're finally eating something," he says softly.

I smile at him and say, "Glad you feel that way. Because now the baby is hungry for ice cream."

Derek's smile fades and he says, "You just ate nachos, a frozen lemonade, and a whole bucket of popcorn."

I glare at him.

He nods. "Right. Ice cream. I didn't want to watch the game anyway. Come on, Jacob. Help me carry Mommy's food."

Emma snuggles into my chest and sticks her thumb into her mouth. She closes her eyes as I rub small circles onto her back.

"I know the feeling, Em. This game is putting me to sleep, too," I whisper into her ear as I close my own eyes and lay my head back against the seat.

I feel my cell phone ring in my pocket several minutes later and I sigh as I try to get it out without waking up Emma. "Hello?" I say as I flip my phone open.

"Meredith! What the hell are you doing at the Mariners game?" Cristina asks.

"Cris? How do you know I'm at the Mariners game?" I ask as I scrunch my nose up.

"They keep showing you guys on TV," she explains.

"You're watching baseball?"

"No. I'm at Joe's. He's got the game on. We've been watching you all afternoon. You're really pigging out, aren't ya?"

I groan. "Are you kidding me? You're sitting there watching me eat?"

"Hey, there you are again! And look, Derek brought you a big ass ice cream sundae! That's so sweet."

I groan as Derek sits down next to me and hands me my ice cream. "It's for the baby," I mutter.

"Whatever, Mer. Look…I've got fifty bucks saying you'll make Derek go buy you some cotton candy by the ninth inning. I'll split it with you if you make it happen."

I laugh. "You're taking bets on how much food I eat?"

"Are you in or not? Cause this pot is getting huge and everyone is betting against me."

I sigh. "But they don't know you're calling me?"

"No. I'm hiding in that far booth in the back corner so nobody can see me. So are you in or what? Cause this is like five hundred bucks we're talking about."

I laugh. "In. And I hate you, by the way." I flip my phone shut. "Idiots," I mutter under my breath.

Jacob groans and puts his hands over his face as they show the "Kiss Cam" on the big screen. "Why do they have to show kissing?" he mumbles into his hands.

"Crap," I mutter as the camera pans to a shot of Derek and me.

Derek laughs and leans over and kisses me hard. Jacob's head shoots up and he yells, "Daddy! Stop it!" He takes his hand and wipes my lips off and kisses me harder than Derek.

The crowd cheers Jacob's exploits as he kisses me over and over again.

I laugh and bury my face into Derek's shoulder as the camera finally moves onto its next victims.

"Your son needs a girlfriend," Derek mutters grumpily.

"Derek! Sit down before you start a riot!" I say as I tug on Derek's shirt tail.

He looks down at me and shrugs his shoulders. "Jeter hit a home run. I'm allowed to cheer, you know," he says as he sits back down.

I shake my head at him and smile. "You're going to get us all killed. People are starting to boo you," I explain.

"I'm being booed?" he asks. "They should be booing the Mariners. They're the ones that suck. It's not my fault the score is eleven to zero." He sits back in his seat and gloats.

I smile sweetly at him and say, "Can you go get me some cotton candy? And maybe some Cracker Jacks?"

He shakes his head at me. "You can't be serious, sweetheart. You're going to gain twenty pounds before your next doctor's appointment with all the food you're eating today," he says a little too loudly.

I press my lips together and then say, "Are you calling your pregnant wife FAT? The same pregnant wife that hasn't eaten in three freaking months because of all the morning sickness? I know you're not brainless enough to tell me I can't eat some freaking cotton candy!"

The entire two rows in front of us turn around and look at Derek.

He sucks in a breath and then exhales nervously. "No…I…just…you're beautiful…" He looks at the people staring at him and stands up quickly. "Be right back, sweetheart."

I shake my head as I watch him bound up the stairs, and mumble, "Idiot."

I carry Emma into her bedroom and lay her down into her crib. I contemplate changing her into her pajamas, but then think better of it as I watch her roll onto her side and clutch her puppy to her side. "Night, baby girl," I tell her as I pull her shoes off and place her blanket over her body. I walk to the door and turn the light out as I give her one last look. "Jacob sleeping?" I ask Derek as I walk downstairs and into his office where he is typing away on his laptop.

He looks up at me and smiles. "Yeah. Didn't move an eyelash when I laid him down. I left him in his clothes."

I smile at him and sit down on his lap. "Emma, too. She was tuckered out." I place my hands on his cheeks and give him a soft kiss. "Are you going to be working for awhile?" I ask him before kissing him again.

He nods. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've got to finish this research. I'll try not to take all night."

I kiss him one last time and stand up. "It's ok. I'm going to go soak in the tub for a few minutes. I'll come bug you when I'm done." I wink at him before walking out of his office, and I head back up the stairs for a bath.

I finish towel drying my hair and walk into the bedroom. I pull my Yankees jersey out of the closet and pull it over my naked body. I smirk to myself as I button the middle two buttons and walk back downstairs to Derek's office.

Derek looks up at me as I walk in the door and he sucks in a breath. He pushes his chair away from his desk and he lets his eyes wander from my eyes down to my toes, and back up again.

I can feel myself blushing under the intensity of his gaze.

"Damn, Meredith," he says softly as his eyes catch mine. "You're so beautiful. Come here." He extends his hand to me, and I smile at him as I walk forward and grab his hand with mine. He groans as I sit down on his lap and his fingers wander to my naked thighs. "I'm really glad you didn't wear this to the game," he whispers into my ear. "I might not have been able to control myself." His hands roam up the back of my jersey as he begins to kiss a trail along my neck and down the valley between my breasts.

I turn my body to straddle his waist with my knees. His fingers make quick work of the two buttons on my shirt, and he moves the jersey slowly off my shoulders, placing warm wet kisses in its place. I sigh as his mouth moves along my neck and down to my breasts. "You really have a thing for the Yankees, don't you?" I ask.

Derek grins up at me and replies, "Maybe." He runs his tongue between my breasts and says softly, "But I definitely have a thing for you. It's intense."

I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back to look into his eyes. I look down at him and say, "Do you love me?"

He smiles and replies, "I do. Even more than I love the Yankees."

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