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Meredith awoke the next morning, Derek's arms wrapped tightly around her. A smile was on her lips, one that hadn't been there in a long time. As she tried to move, in an effort to go take a quick shower before work. Derek pulled her back towards him, planting a kiss on her shoulder. Laughing, Meredith wound her fingers with his. "Good Morning."

"Mmm..It's a good morning, indeed."Derek said, smelling her hair before planting a kiss on her neck. "Waking up next to you makes for a very good morning..."

"Yes, well..waking up next to me or not, we have work soon. Which means we have to get moving..."Meredith said, pretending like she was getting up, knowing her would pull her back.

"Wait, wait, wait..."Derek mumbled against her neck, a smirk evident on his lips. He'd never felt happier-holding Meredith, the house coming along smoothly, his daughter was healthy.

Meredith rested her head against her pillow, looking at him. "Wait for what?"

His hand moved against her face, Derek staring at her, shaking his head. "I love you, Meredith."

Nodding, Meredith covered his hand with hers, knowing that he was speaking deeply. His eyes had grown a deeper, truer shade of blue. It wasn't one that she herself knew the name of-it was uniquely Derek. Everything about him-the was he smiled, the way he smelled, the look in his eyes that seemed to be reserved just for her-it was all Derek. "I love you, too."

Derek bowed down, wrapping her lips in a kiss. His arm moved towards her waist, hand slowly roaming across her waist. He smiled, laughing inwardly as he heard her let out a sigh, wrapping a leg around him.

"Mmm...Derek..."Meredith said, pulling back. "Derek, we're never going to get out of here if we..."

"So you're saying that you'd rather listelessly walk through hallways, unable to think about anything but this until you get caught in a surgery in the O.R. and you realize you have to focus?"

"Lunch. If we're both free, we can meet for lunch."Meredith declared, knowing that if she didn't find the strength to get out of bed, they wouldn't be going anywhere.

Derek propped himself up on his elbow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his other hand. "How is it that we go from you muttering my name to proposing a lunch date?"

Meredith's eyes widened, grabbing a pillow and beating him with it. "Derek! I'm trying to do this here. I'm really trying."

"I know, Mer."Derek replied, growing serious again. "Fine, I'll meet you again for lunch."He said, giving her a kiss before moving to get up. "And because you've decided to interrupt this...I...will be the first one in the shower."

"What?"Meredith exlaimed, gathering the sheets around her, running as Derek reached the bedroom door. Sighing, she watched as he shut the bathroom door, leaving her to sink amongst the mess of sheets on the bedroom floor.

Once downstairs, Meredith was greeted by a plate of french toast. "You made french toast?"She asked.

"Well, I would have made banana pancakes, but it seems as if I was out of vanilla. Vanilla adds a certain taste, and well..without the flour that Alex...was supposed to buy..."

Alex held up his hands in defense. "I'm sorry. You know I don't work well with groceries unless I have a list."

Meredith picked up a piece of toast, putting it in her mouth. "Well, I think it's good. Really, I like it."

Izzie smiled at Alex, shoving a piece onto his plate. "Thanks, Mer. Derek, do you want any more?"

"No, I'm fine."He insisted, unsure of how to answer otherwise.

"Oh. Well then...Mer, you've got groceries this week. You don't have to pick them up tonight if you have plans, but I was planning on making chicken tonight, and I need some things."

Taking a glass of orange juice from her, Meredith nodded. "I'll go."

"Good. Now, do you need a list?"Izzie asked.

Meredith shook her head. "Nope, I'll be fine. I'm sure I can figure it out."She said, getting up from her stool. Placing her plate in the sink, she cleared her throat. "Derek?"

"Yeah?"He said, fork hanging in the air.

"Do you...nevermind."She said, picking up the bag she had left in the kitchen the night before.

"What is it?"He asked, curious.

"Elizabeth's daycare. We have to make the payment, and I didn't know if you were planning on taking her today, so I didn't know if I should hand you the check."Meredith said, slinging the strap over her shoulder.

Derek walked towards her, leaving his glass on the counter. "We could take her together."He suggested, smiling.

"But that would mean we'd drive to work together. Which would mean we'd leave together..."Meredith surmised.

"Yes, that's true. That wouldn't be a problem, would it?"He asked, fingers reaching to brush her hair.

"No, no. It's wouldn't be. Just that Izzie said I'm doing groceries this week. You'd be stuck doing that with me."Meredith said, shrugging.

Nodding, Derek's face grew serious. "I'm sure I can handle that. Unless of course you don't want me to handle it..."

Meredith smiled, happy at their newfound easiness. "It's fine. I'm going to get her ready. Make sure you're ready when I get back."

Izzie let out a laugh, licking something off of her thumb.

Derek turned towards her, hand on his hip. "You find something funny?"He asked.

"Oh, no. Of course not. I just think it's sweet. You know...you two doing the whole flirting thing."Izzie said, handing Alex a bowl to wash.

"Flirting? What-that right there?"Derek asked. "That was...well, anyway. I suppose I should get ready..."He said, going off in search of his shoes.

At Seattle Grace that day, Meredith was standing by the surgical board, seemingly in an argument with Mark as Addison approached.

"All I'm saying is that we need to do the coil embolysation this afternoon, I need O.R. two open."

"Is there a problem?"Addison asked, flipping the file in her hands open.

"Yes, and I had O.R. two first. It's a very crucial skin grafting surgery for a burn victim. Show a little sympathy, Grey."Mark replied.

"Nice to see you two getting along so well..."Addison remarked.

Meredith sighed, checking her watch. "I guess...O.R. four is open in the available time, but that depends on how long the surgery prior-"

"See? I knew you could figure it out."Mark said, clapping her on the shoulder. "And just so you know?...I would have given you the O.R. if you'd asked nicely..."He said, nodding at Addison. "Hey."

"Nice of you to notice I'm here."Addison remarked, kidding. "Hi."

"So I was thinking...dinner? You know, everything's been so busy lately. You aren't planning on staying late, are you?"Mark asked.

"No. It sounds good with me."Addison agreed, watching as he walked away before turning back to Meredith. "Sorry."

"No, that's fine."Meredith insisted, staring at her shoes.

"So?"Addison asked, shrugging. "Did you..talk to him?"

Meredith looked over at her, happy to have someone to confide in. "Yeah. We...talked. Things are better this time. It'll be better."

Addison nodded, glad to see them so happy. "Good. That's good to hear."She said, just as her pager went off. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've...gotta take this."

Cristina spotted her, pulling Meredith's hand. "Good. Where have you been?"

"What? Is something wrong?"Meredith asked.

"No. Well, that depends. Where have you been? As in-weekend? You up and disappear to California, only for me to find out from a scrub nurse that you went with She-Sloan?...Addison, sorry. Whatever."

"Um...yeah. I went."Meredith said, nodding.

"I thought you were in Neuro. You're in Neuro and you go leaving with a Neo-Natal surgeon?"Cristina asked, still holding on to her wrist.

Meredith looked around, somewhat amused with her behavior. "Yes. One of the triplets had a possible tumor. I've familiarized. It's okay, Cristina. What's going on?"

"Burke.."Cristina said, sighing. "Burke and I bought a house."

"House? You bought a house?"Meredith asked.

"Yes, a house. Curtains, tables, bedrooms. We've been married...together. For a while. But we bought a house."

"And..."

"And..."Cristina said, rolling her eyes. "I need your help."

"Help? With what?"Meredith asked.

"You know...couple stuff. Decorating so it looks like I live there. Things like that. Oh, and you and Derek are coming to dinner tomorrow."Cristina said, heading away.

"Cristina-"Meredith called.

"Sorry...I've gotta go. Burke um..wants to talk about paint swatches."

"Cristina!"Meredith cried, sighing.

Sitting down in the cafeteria, Meredith sighed.

Derek sat across from her, setting his tray down. "So..."He said. "We're having lunch."

"We are having lunch."Meredith repeated, reaching her hand across the table to touch his. "We also have dinner at Cristina and Burke's...house...tomorrow."

"Was there a reason house was-"Derek paused. "Oh, that's right. Preston did say something."

"Preston?...Since when do you call Bukre, preston?"Meredith asked.

"Since I found out we were invited to their house."Derek replied, taking a sip from his water.

Meredith nodded, picking at her salad. "So..."

"Well..."Derek said, shrugging. "Just think of what it'll be like when we can invite them to our house."

Satisfied, Meredith smiled. "True."

Derek watched her, the way she held her fork, studying him as she did. "Are we...going to talk at this lunch? Is there some sort of topic guideline I have to know about?"

Meredith shook her head, chewing. "No. There are no rules. We just...learn as we go along."