So, sorry to have taken so long to update this story, I had a couple of unfortunate weeks, but now after a concussion and a slightly broken humerus, which oddly enough happened in two very separate incidents, I shall endeavor to update more often.
Today was the day Derek's Mother was coming to Seattle and Meredith, well it was suffice to say, Meredith was freaking out, just a bit, or rather, maybe a bit bigger than just a bit, maybe a lot, defiantly a lot. She had not seen Carolyn, since just after Bailey was born and she was so exhausted at that stage, that she barely remembered the visit. Today, it would be different, Carolyn was coming for a week, plus it was Amelia's birthday today as well and Meredith was hurriedly trying to get the guest room was in the kitchen, making breakfast, the kids were somewhere, in the playroom he thought, he looked up as he heard the door open.
"Derek, I hate you!" Amelia said bustling through the front door, a cheery mess of anger.
"It's my birthday and now because of you, I have to actually celebrate it." Amelia muttered, sitting down at the kitchen counter and grabbing an apple and taking a bite.
"Happy Birthday." Derek said meekly, with a big grin. He knew how Amelia felt about celebrating her birthday, and the relationship she had with their Mother. Still it was her birthday and he was going to make her celebrate.
To be fair, it was not that Amelia did not love their Mother. She did, she adored her, but some people, just prefer loving their Mother's from a far, Amelia was one of those people. She felt smothered by her Mother's love. Amelia was a lot like Meredith in that respect, they liked their space.
"I hate you Derek." Meredith said walking into the kitchen carrying a pile of sheets.
"What is it I hate Derek day?" Derek asked with a smirk as he kissed his wife's cheek.
"Did you not watch the kids yesterday or something?" Meredith asked, glaring at Derek.
"I watched them." Derek said, confused to where this was going.
"Well then why are these sheets looking like an expression of modern art?" Meredith asked, dumping the pile of sheets at Derek's feet.
"Because I certainly did not go full Picasso on them, Amelia did you go Picasso on the sheets in the spare bedroom?" Meredith asked and Amelia shook her head, smiling.
"Zola!" Derek called out.
The little girl came running into the kitchen, her shoes on the wrong feet, the laces undone. She looked up at her father, and Derek could not help but smile.
"Did you paint on these sheets yesterday with your brother?" Derek asked trying to give the little girl a stern look, but failing miserably, he was not the strict parent.
"No, no I did not Daddy." Zola said, but her face said otherwise.
"Really, Zo, so if I put you in my mind reading machine at the hospital, will it agree." Derek asked, most people would threaten a lie detector, but Derek had taken a liking to referencing the emotional imaging machine.
"Maybe." Zola said, her eyes looking a way from her father.
"Zola." Derek said.
"Bailey started it, we ran out of paper, I'm sorry Daddy." Zola confessed looking up at her father.
"I forgive you, now lets go put these sheets in the washing machine before Grandma comes." Derek said, thankful that the kids used water based paints.
"I still hate you." Meredith joked, as Derek picked up the sheets and Zola.
"Same here." Amelia said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"I don't hate you Daddy." Zola said wrapping her arms around her father.
"Don't ever change, Derek said, kissing his daughter.
"Happy Birthday, by the way." Meredith said to Amelia, who just shook her head.
"I don't like birthday's." Amelia reasoned.
"Fair enough, you spent the night at the trailer so it can't have been that bad of a morning." Meredith said with a sly smirk.
"Well I wanted to get some quiet, you and Derek seemed to be trying to get a week's worth of sex in last night." Amelia replied.
"Well it was not quite a weeks worth." Meredith smirked, remembering the sexual antics her and Derek had gotten up to the night before.
"Plus there was no sex in the trailer, I was prepping Owen for Mom's arrival." Amelia said, with a worried look on her face.
"She's going to love him." Meredith reasoned. Owen was after all a caring, handsome, loving, decorated soldier, who had a good job, any mother would love him.
"She really liked James." Amelia admitted. James was likable, plain boring, he had decent hair, her mother had liked him.
"So, but you didn't, well not enough to Marry him, so she should be okay with that." Meredith said.
"You'd think." Amelia said, but it was clear she did not think that. Amelia knew her mother had more than once, implied that when it came to her life, she was a one woman wrecking ball, unable to stop herself from destroying her own life.
"Owen's a good guy, she'll like him." Meredith said, but Amelia was not so sure.
Amelia just stared at out the window, she hoped her mother would like Owen, because she knew she was in love with him and that scared her, it scared her more than anything. The fact that she had spent the night in the trailer with him and they had not had sex and that was okay, the fact that she felt more safe wrapped in his arms than she had at any other point in her life, the fact that he never pushed her to talk but was always there to listen and how much she loved that. She was scared to admit she loved him, because most things she loved disappeared. She did not want Owen to disappear, she did not think she would be able to bare that.
The doorbell rang and Amelia, held her breath.
"She's here." She said simply and Meredith nodded as Derek came out, carrying Bailey.
"I'll get it." He said, staring at Amelia and Meredith who weren't moving.
"Mom." Derek said opening the door and letting the grey haired woman in. She smiled, ignoring her son and reaching out for her grandson.
"Look how big he's gotten." She said, rocking Bailey on her hip, Bailey giggled with delight.
"Where's Zola?" Carolyn asked, as Derek grabbed her bags.
"She's putting her shoes on, again." Derek said.
"Zola sweetie, your Grandma is here." Meredith called out for Zola, who came running out.
"Grandma." Zola said wrapping her arms around the woman.
"Hi Zola, you've gotten big too." She said, bending down to kiss her granddaughter.
"Bailey is still a baby but I'm a big girl now, aren't I daddy." Zola rambled, a trait she had undoubtedly picked up from her mother.
Carolyn smiled, she relished any interaction with her son's children. She stared up at Amelia and Meredith.
"Happy Birthday Amelia." Carolyn said, producing a perfectly wrapped gift from her bag.
"Thanks Mom." Amelia said, embracing her mother, in what Meredith could only describe as a halfhearted hug. Which was quickly cut short by the sound of pagers.
Amelia and Derek both looked at their pagers.
"Multiple head injuries." Derek said.
"We are going to have to leave." Amelia said, though she looked happy.
"I thought you to had the day off." Carolyn said frowning, she understood the demands of her children's jobs, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that she would not get to spend the day with them.
"I'm sorry Mom." Derek said, quickly hugging her before going to grab his things.
"I'm the head of neurosurgery, and Derek is actually on call." Amelia said, as Derek came back out with his keys.
"Oh well," Carolyn said.
"I guess I will just spend the day catching up with Meredith and the kids." She said, as Meredith cursed the fact that her pager had not gone off.
"I know you hate me but I love you" Derek whispered into Meredith's ear before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and walking out the door with Amelia.
"So, Meredith, how have things been?" Carolyn finally said.
Meredith sighed, this was so not the day she had planned.
Okay, so kind of short and bad, but I promise I will update soon, I mean barring anymore injuries. You might even get multi chapter updates, we'll see. Anyway thanks for all the reviews, (I mean bar the trolling kill Derek reviewer, who now seems to troll my other stories, I mean seriously, get a life.) Anyway hope you have all had a nice couple of weeks.
Cheers,
Lumae