Derek chuckles as he watches Meredith shove three chips into her mouth, cheese dripping down her chin and onto her shirt.
"Wha?" she asks him with a full mouth as she slowly chews her food. She reminds him of a chipmunk with her cheeks stuffed full of food.
"Nothing," he says with a smile as he shakes his head. He leans forward and wipes the cheese off of her chin with a napkin.
She blushes. "I'm making a big mess," she mumbles through the food still in her mouth.
He chuckles as he leans forward and places a soft kiss on her forehead. "You're hungry," he says lightly.
She nods as she pops another chip into her mouth. "Stawving," she mutters through her full mouth. She stares at him for a moment as she swallows her mouth full of food. "Want some?" she asks as she pushes the plate towards him.
He holds up his hands as a look of disgust crosses his face at consuming the messy food for breakfast. "No thanks. I will just eat my bagel," he says as he pushes the plate back towards her.
"Oh yeah," she says with a giggle. "Health nut," she mutters as she rolls her eyes.
"Mmhmm," he says as he takes a bite of his bagel. "At least I won't have to deal with the heartburn from the jalapenos," he says with a smile.
Meredith stops midair just as she is about to eat a jalapeno. She stares at him through wide eyes. "I didn't think about that," she mutters.
He chuckles as he leans across the bed and opens the top drawer of the night stand. "Which is why," he says as he leans up and brandishes a bottle of Pepcid, "I also asked them to bring this," he finishes as he flashes his dreamy smile.
"Give me that," she says as she drops the jalapeno and attempts to grab the bottle from him.
"Nuh uh," he says as he clucks his tongue against his teeth playfully. "You forgot the magic word," he adds with a wiggle of the eyebrows.
She narrows her eyes at him as he chuckles. "I am carrying your children. So, give me the Pepcid, now."
"Now, that's not fair," he says somewhat crestfallen as he sullenly hands over the bottle.
"What's not fair?" she says as she quickly takes two tablets.
"Bringing up the fact that you are carrying our babies to always get your way."
She squints her eyes at him as she resumes eating her meal. "You know what's not fair? Carrying two people inside of you who are constantly kicking you or sitting on your bladder. Carrying two people inside of you that are making you crave the weirdest food that you might have eaten anyways, but that is beside the point, because they make you feel as if you need it right away. Carrying two people that you will have to painfully push out eventually in a process that may scar you for the rest of your freaking life. That, Derek Shepherd, is what is not fair," she says as she pokes him in the chest.
"Point taken," he says quickly as he leans in and brushes his lips across hers, tasting the cheese from the nachos. "You taste like cheese," he tells her with a warm smile, his hot breath lapping against her face.
She arches her eyebrow at him as a smile curves the corner of her lip up. "You're good at that," she mumbles in between bites.
"I'm good at lots of things," he says with a smirk.
She reaches out and slaps him on the arm. "That's not what I was talking about!" she says as she blushes.
He chuckles as he takes a sip of coffee. "Then what were you talking about?"
"Your ability to change the subject smoothly with a tilt of the head and a smile. I get that it is your McDreamy charm or whatever, but I might slap you the next time you try it with me."
He chuckles as he leans closer to her once again. "Then I will have to try it soon, because I just happen to love it when you slap me," he says in a husky voice.
The color in her cheeks deepens as he runs his hand slowly along her leg. "Der…stop…" she says as she struggles to think, to breathe.
"Why?" he asks as he leans in and nibbles on her ear.
"B…because…slow…slow…" she mutters as she closes her eyes.
He chuckles as he backs away. "Right. Sorry. Forgot," he says slowly as he shifts in his chair, the bulge in his pants making him uncomfortable.
She pushes the empty plate away from her as she rubs her stomach. "Der?" she says as she looks up at him.
"Yeah?"
"I missed you," she whispers as she tears up.
He smiles softly as he pulls her chair directly in front of him. He reaches out and brushes a stray stand of hair out of her face before leaning in and kissing her forehead slowly. He closes his eyes, relishing in the feel of her skin under his lips. She wraps her arms around his torso, pressing her pregnant belly against his hard stomach.
"I missed you too," he whispers against her skin. "So much."