Chapter 39: Proving Himself

Meredith's Point-of-View

I groaned as I started to wake up, I knew what'd happened before I even heard Bailey's voice. I hadn't had a chance to eat anything that morning and being in my condition I knew it was only a matter of time before my blood sugar got away from me. Yes…I knew I was pregnant. I'd had a feeling all the day before, but after losing my dinner on Derek I tossed and turned until the middle of the night before high tailing it to the hospital and taking a test.

I peed and waited, but not long, the little sucker showed up almost instantly and I felt sick to my stomach, and not necessarily from morning sickness. Derek and I weren't anywhere near being ready to have a child, but ready or not here it comes. I knew the guy was trying, and bless his little heart, but I still wasn't convinced that he could be committed to me on the level that I needed him to, that we needed him to be.

I heard the door creek open and then close and took that moment to slowly open my eyes. It took a few seconds to focus on the tall figure hovering over me and groaned as I sat up. He shoved something at me, and I saw that it was a cup of water, I glared before taking a small sip and then pushing it away.

"You need to drink more."

"I'm fine." I muttered.

"You were unconscious." He argued "You need to drink and eat. You may not feel like you want to eat much, but you have to anyway."

"I know." I growled "I know what a pregnant woman needs, I'm not stupid I am a doctor!"

"So, you know." He mumbled as his head rolled back slightly.

"Yes." I sighed "Obviously, you do too."

"Were you going to tell me." He muttered.

"I just found out this morning." I hissed. "Don't get your scrubs in a twist, I had time."

"I deserved to be the first to know."

"At this point, you don't deserve shit." I muttered as I felt my irritation with him boil "Don't you have post ops to do?"

"I have a pregnant wife to take care of and she comes first." He said as he pushed me to drink more water "What would you like to eat?"

"I would like you to stop concerning yourself with me." I rolled my eyes "I've been taking care of myself for a long time and I can take care of myself just fine."

I saw his face practically turn purple and the veins in his neck pop as he stood there staring at me with a look of fury in his eyes.

"Meredith Anna Grey!" he shouted, I froze when I heard him middle name me and stared as he unloaded on me "This little charade has gone on long enough! Now, I am your HUSBAND and that is MY child inside of you and god damn it I'm going to take care of you and he or she whether you like it or not so start getting used to the idea! Now, I have spent the last two and a half weeks doing nothing but committing my efforts to show you how deeply I love you and how strongly committed I am to you so wake up and realize that I do. From now on we are a family and so help me if we don't start acting like one! Got it!?"

I sat there pinned against the pillow under my head and looked up at him in shock. His color went back to normal and he started to get a little remorse in his eyes when finally I was hit with the realization that I'd just carried it out for too long and even if he hadn't blown up at me I knew he would have gone on as long as it took.. he loved me, he loved our baby, he was in this...for the long haul.

"Well it's about damn time." I mumbled.

"What?" he stuttered in shock that I wasn't screaming back at him.

"All I wanted to see was that you weren't going to back out." I explained "I wanted to know that you had a backbone in there, and you were going to use it. Between me and Brooke you were this balls-less man walking around trying to dance between two women and I knew that wasn't you. You needed to stand up for yourself, even to me. So. ok… we can be a family."

"Really." His face lit up like a 4-year-old's eyes on the fourth of July.

"Yes really." I giggled as he leaned down and smothered his lips against mine, I pulled back as a hunger pain hit me "Right after you get me a peanut butter and pickle sandwich."

"Peanut butter and pickle." He scrunched his nose up.

"I want it toasted and on white bread."

"But wheat is better for you." He argued, I glared "How about whole grain white?"

"Hurry." I growled. He nodded as he walked to the door and opened it, then turned around with the biggest grin on his face. "What!"

"I love you." He smirked, I rolled my eyes, but couldn't stop my own smile from forming.

"I love you too, loser."