Derek grinned at Meredith, "You want to go again?" They both sighed at the sound of a small voice crying from down the hall. I guess not." Bailey's up."

Trying to stretch out this moment, he suggests "What if I change my flight? I could come by the hospital before I get to the airport, and we could find an empty on-call room and Huh? I have work to do at work.

I can't do you, too.

Okay, well, then it's settled.

" Let's go again now. "

Come on.

Come here.

- No! Absolutely not! You are terrible! Terrible influence! We are getting up now.

So, we're gonna go again, huh? Oh.

Hey.

Best wife ever.

- Hmm.

- Mwah.

I just wish, I don't know, you could stay or I could come with you or something.

I'll be back soon.

You know that.

I know.

I know.

I just feel like I just got you back, and now you're going again, and I-I just have to stay here.

You're right.

You do.

You have to stay here.

Don't move.

Wait for me.

I'll be back before you know it.

Meredith was having a rotten day. She was already missing Derek, and she just had that gut feeling, that really strong gut feeling that something horrible was about to happen. To the point she was ready to call Derek and tell him to reschedule his flight. Perhaps the flight was doomed. Maybe that was the reason she was so on edge. Or maybe she needed to fly to Washington with him. She needed to do something. She pulled out her phone and began searching for flight options to D.C. Maybe she could surprise. She was strolling down the hall, when someone tugged her from behind into an on-call room. She gasped when she looked up, face to face with her husband. "Derek." She breathed.

"I rescheduled my flight. I wanted a few more chances at expanding our family." He chuckled as he reached behind her and locked the on-call room door. He leaned down and pulled one of her ear lobes between his teeth, gently sucking on it as he rubbed slowly wandering circles, lower and lower.

She wanted to swat him away, but he was stirring her to life. "Derek," she whispered. She meant to scold him, to tell him to stop, but she was breathless and liquid in his arms. "Derek," again she tried to protest, but it was lost as he moved to her lips, swallowing the protest.

"I'm on a later flight. I missed you. One night was not enough. I can't live without you," he soothed after releasing her, his hands still rubbing those damn, slow circles. "The president will just have to wait for me," he crooned.

"Fine," she responded, still breathy from their kisses, her pulse rapid and her heart pounding. He quickly picked her up and carried her to the bed, tossed over his shoulder. Her laughter escaping like champagne bubbles. "I can't resist you"

"So why bother even trying?" He coaxed, twisting so that she collapsed on top of him, as he began kissing her.

"I'm not. I concede!"

*** How rescheduling his flight for another round in the on-call room saved Derek Shepherd's life