Thanks for all the reviews and I look forward to continuing to update. I will be updating more often. It should be at least once a day, depending on the week. I will have at least one update a week, though.

Julialein, I apologize for not putting more text in my story and for not making it more detailed. I'm not trying to sound rude, but I'm new at this, I wrote this fic for fun and it's just my writing style. I am trying to write more detailed, so thank you for your advice, but I apologize if the fic doesn't meet your standards with the upcoming updates.

If anyone else does not like my writing style, please do tell me. I want to make my readers happy and if there is something I can change, please let me know and I'll do my best to change it.

Now, here's an update!

Meredith sat on the couch curled up in a blanket with a fire that she miraculously started without burning down the house, reading the newest medical journal she had received in the mail. Derek was supposed to be home two and a half hours ago, but he had texted Meredith right before dinner and said that he had another emergency surgery and post-ops to do, so he wouldn't be home until around 9:00. Meredith wasn't going to get her hopes up though; he was originally supposed to be home at 10:00 A.M. Meredith couldn't be mad, she had this same job and knew the hours and lives of a surgeon were hectic. But today was a bad day for raising two kids alone, so Meredith was mad. It started with Brayden and the TV incident. Then neither of them would go down for their naps and Liam decided today he would color a monster on his walls and Brayden decided he would drop all his macaroni and cheese on the floor at dinnertime. Meredith sighed and looked at the clock when she heard the key turn in the door. 9:00 P.M., right on the dot. Meredith knew she had to stop being so mad, but she just couldn't bring herself to be cheerful.

Derek walked in the door and kicked off his shoes and sat down his bag.

"Mer", he called out.

He heard no response so he figured Meredith was mad at him or sleeping. He hoped she was sleeping.

He walked into the living room and saw Meredith curled up on the couch. Yep, she's mad at me. Derek thought as he walked over and sat next to his wife. Derek sat down and knew Meredith wasn't going to attempt to talk to him, so he would have to start.

"So, do you want to talk about it? Or am I am sleeping on the couch tonight?" Derek asked.

"There's nothing to talk about. I just need to get over it. And you're not sleeping on the couch tonight; there is no way I would be able to sleep without you." Meredith replied.

"Mer, you don't need to get over anything. I'm sorry that I got home so late and I know that you understand that, but something happened today and you need to tell me so it can be okay". Derek said in a soft, kind tone.

"The boys were horrible today, that's it. Brayden wouldn't listen to me so he lost his TV and fishing privileges all this week and also decided that he wanted to not eat his Mac and cheese for dinner, but instead throw it on the ground, and Liam decided to take up a new hobby of art today by coloring all over his walls." Meredith responded.

Derek's face grew soft and mad at the same time. Soft for Meredith and mad at his boys for doing those things. Meredith had a horrible day and there was nothing Derek could do for her.

"Babe, I'm so sorry you had to deal with that." Derek said as he leaned in and kissed her.

Meredith was no longer mad, Derek had that effect on her and she smiled when he finally kissed her. That was the only thing that kept her going today, knowing that when her husband got home, he would kiss her and make it all better, and it was all better.

Meredith pulled away from the kiss feeling much better than what she did before Derek arrived home and had kissed her. "There is some left over macaroni and cheese in the fridge if you want some. There wasn't much choice for dinner and you weren't home, so that's what there is." Meredith told Derek.

"Sounds perfect", Derek said as he got up and walked into the kitchen.

Meredith followed Derek into the kitchen and sat down on the barstool as he pulled his dinner out of the fridge and opened a beer as well.

"Want one?" Derek asked Meredith.

"No." Meredith responded flatly. She hoped he wouldn't question her, because she didn't want to bring up the next part of the conversation that she had been dreading about all day to tell Derek.

"Okay, I'm not going to push it" Derek responded back.

Meredith sighed. Derek didn't push the subject, but she know felt that she had to tell him.

"Der, I….I…umm, damnit, just spit it out Meredith" she said as she fumbled over her words.

Derek looked at Meredith his face full of concern and worry as he asked her "Mer, what is it?"

Meredith stayed silent for a few moments and then said "I think I might be pregnant."

Derek's face turned into shock. He didn't know how to respond. They were happy with two kids and had never really talked about having another one.

"Okay." Derek finally let out.

"I know we haven't discussed another child, but if I am Derek, than we have to be happy, right?" Meredith asked worriedly.

"Mer, of course we would be happy. I am happy with our family now, but if we are pregnant again, nothing makes me happier" Derek responded.

"Okay, cause I would be thrilled too but I didn't know how you felt about it" Meredith said.

"Mer, honey….I will always be thrilled about us having a child. We create it out of love, nothing makes me happier" Derek said as he leaned in and kissed her.