Chapter 31: All I Deserved

Derek's Point-of-View

"Who wants pancakes!" I called upstairs from the kitchen. A minute later I heard four pairs of feet running down the stairs.

It had been three days since we got back home from the woods. Things weren't fixed, they weren't near being fixed… but something was different about them, about me, about us. It's like we all just needed to realize that we were in this together. And that we weren't going to like each other at times, but we all have the same blood running through our veins, and we're family.

"I want one!" Dani was the first to the table "Can I have peanut butter on it?"

I scrunched my nose as I placed a plate with a hot pancake on it "Here's your pancake." I sighed as I placed a jar in front of her "Your peanut butter."

"Can I get mine with steak sauce instead of syrup." Delilah asked as she sat down, I pursed my lips…she was pregnant after all.

"That is disgusting." I said as I handed her a plate "Whatever suites your taste buds."

"I just want syrup on mine." Winston said, ah…that's my boy.

"Same here." Ian asked, ditto.

I got them all sat down with food before I turned around to fix my own plate. I smiled in accomplishment as I realized this was probably the first family breakfast, we'd all been able to sit down to in a while... I hoped Meredith could come down and join us soon. Even though she wasn't all 'there' just her presence was enough.

I jumped when I heard Dani shriek followed by the rest of them screaming or gasping.

"Mom!" Winston groaned.

I whirled around to see Meredith standing in the doorway in shock, wearing nothing but a very revealing, very lacy black bra and panty set. She looked at the kids who were all looking away or covering their eyes and then at me. I jumped into action and grabbed her then spun her around and into the laundry room.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"What am I doing?" she scoffed "This is my house, that is my kitchen…what the hell are children doing in our kitchen Derek?"

"They're our children." I breathed "Though, I personally think you are exceptionally hot in French lingerie, I don't think your children want to see their mother naked."

Her eyes widened and she looked lost and confused.

"What!" she hissed "No, no way.. Derek we just got married two months ago, how in the hell can we have four children already?"

My brow relaxed a little and I let out a befuddled sigh "So we're newlyweds today then."

"What." She frowned.

"Nothing." I shook my head, I turned around and grabbed a robe hanging off the ironing rack and wrapped it around her "Go back upstairs, I'll explain in a minute."

She nodded and turned and rushed out of the laundry room. I slowly let out a sigh and walked back into the kitchen as my children gave me looks of disturbed disgust.

"Sorry about that kids." I apologized "I'll be back, finish your breakfast."

I turned and rushed up the stairs and pushed my way into her bedroom.

"Meredith I—" I stopped when I saw her sprawled out on the king sized bed, and oh dear god…she was naked as the day she was born.

"Hey you." She hummed out. "Why don't you come over here and make my morning a good one."

"I..." I cleared my throat "uh, hmmm…"

I was basically standing there a puddle of goo, as I always was when she took her clothes off. She always used to tease me. Oh, how much she could get away with if only she walked around naked all the time? I was trying, however, to try and pick up the goo and mold it into the man that I knew I was in order to gain some minute amount of self-control.

And then she grabbed me…

She reached out and wrapped her tiny little hand around the collar of my shirt and pulled me on top of her. Before I knew it, her lips were sucking mine into her mouth and our tongues were doing a long overdue mambo in her mouth. Her naked hips were gyrating up and pressing her exposed goods all over the front of my jeans, which might I just say was making my long dormant big boy VERY happy. I moaned and groaned and tried to fight a little in order to pull myself off of her but it only turned her on…

Finally, she reached for my belt buckle and the girl has skills…one second later it and my button was undone. She reached for my zipper and yanked it down too, she was about to pull out the goods when my brain told my hand to grab hers and stop her. I pinned it above her head, and she giggled in angst as if I was playing with her.

"Meredith." I panted against her swollen lips "I can't."

"Why not?" she giggled "We don't have rounds for another hour. Come on this clears my head."

"Because you're sick." I hissed, more for myself than for her. She frowned in thought as if realizing what was going on herself.

"I'm sick." She whispered, "So, you don't want me because I'm damaged goods."

"No, no." I shook my head "God no, it's not that its…it's not you, it's me."

"That's the oldest, stupidest fucking line in the book." She muttered "Give me one good reason why you are wasting time talking instead of hurrying up and mounting my ass already."

"Because I can't take advantage of you like that!" I blurted in frustration "Not after I did what I did."

She looked like she was in pain for a moment before she looked at me as if a light bulb had flickered on in her head.

"Cherry lip gloss." She whispered.

"Yeah." I gulped.

She sat up quickly and covered herself like she was ashamed to be naked in front of me.

"I hate cherry lip gloss."

She stood up and ran to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on a moment later and I closed my eyes and laid back. Her scent was still on my hands, I inhaled it deeply and enjoyed it, knowing that was all I'd get…that was all I deserved.