Disclaimer: You've all been reading my writing for a while now, do you really think I'm good enough to come up with the brilliance that is Grey's Anatomy? I think not.

Btw did we all catch Oprah yesterday? Seriously, the praise that civil rights guy was giving? Wow, I wanted to cry. Ellen and Isaiah looked so floored.

Oh and sorry for no update last night. After shopping my best friend and I stopped by my boyfriend's work to say hi. He invited us over to his place after work, so a bunch of us got together there and played video games all night.

Anyway . . . enough of me rambling. ENJOY! (this chapter's short, I don't even know why I'm putting it in, as it's not really important, I just like the idea)

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Derek's POV:

"Pass the corn," Cristina asked me from the other side of the table.

It was Sunday, 3 days since Meredith had told me the wonderful news. Three days since we had stood outside in the rain together.

Tonight was my favourite night of the week. After Denny had died, and Meredith had ran off, we had started this night. Once a week we would chose a night the most of us had off, and gather for dinner at Meredith's. Even with her gone, the house had always been called Meredith's. It was a way to combat being alone. Izzie had been alone. Cristina had been alone. I had been alone. So we gathered, and were alone together.

It had always felt good. Tonight it felt right. I glanced directly across from the table to the grey eyes that held my future.

"Daddy!" my daughter caught my attention, "Stop staring at mommy!"

With that the usual noisy table fell to silence, all staring at me.

"So, today I scrubbed in on a heart transplant with Burke," George said, thankfully breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Oh, I'm jealous. Why does he never pick me for the cool surgeries anymore?" Cristina complained.

"Maybe because you refuse to answer the big question?" Izzie shot back.

"And why should I? We're two powerful surgeons enjoying life together, we don't need anything more than that. We don't need to get married, it just ends in heartache. Look at Derek." Cristina bluntly said, gesturing in my direction. She quickly caught herself. "Sorry, Derek."

I just shrugged my shoulders. She was wrong, my marriage didn't end in heartache, it ended in relief.

"But getting married is much more romantic." Izzie said, looking down at the ring she had bought with the money Denny had left her in his will.

"It's a waste of time and money." Cristina argued back, always the cynic.

"I'm with Cristina on this one," Meredith piped up. "Getting married is saying it's going to last forever. That you believe in happily ever after. And happily ever after never actually exists."

Her eyes held mine. My heart slowed. I knew I loved her, always had. But another realization dawned on me in that instant.

I wanted to be her happily ever after.

They read you Cinderella

You hoped it would come true

And one day a prince charming would come rescue you

You like romantic movies

And you never will forget

The way it felt when Romeo kissed Juliet

Meredith's POV:

"Seriously?" Izzie asked me.

"Seriously," I responded, looking across the table at Derek. If happily ever after existed I would have never had to run. I wouldn't have been pregnant. Derek and I never would have had sex in the exam room. Addison would have never existed.

But life is messy, not perfect like the fairy tales.

"You don't mean that, Mer," Derek said grabbing my hand across the table.

I just shrugged and pulled my hand back, under the pretense of pouring Emily some more juice. I did. But it was hard to remember that when he looked at me. Or when he said my name the way he did.

Silence fell around the table again.

Derek and I always knew how to put on a show, I thought bitterly to myself.

"So did the guy live?" Izzie asked George, going back to the earlier conversation.

"He did. But there were all sorts of complications," George started.

Cristina interrupted. "One minute, it was a successful and complicated surgery? Now I'm pissed."

My family. I glanced around the table as George went on the describe the surgery, and knew that moving back was the right decision. Sitting around the table with my daughter and a bunch of rowdy surgeon was right. This felt right. And Derek was right, this felt like home.

I caught his eyes. He was staring at me again, but Emily was to caught up in the talk of surgery to notice.

Our eyes met. Held for longer than they should have.

I found myself wishing I believed in happily ever after. Wishing that Derek could be my happily ever after.

I said it was short. And wow, I don't know where all the cheesy fairytale stuff came from. I really don't. It wasn't my plan for the chapter, I just wanted to write the interns interacting, and touch more on the whole Cristina/Burke relationship. But that fairy tale thing just popped up.

I blame it on PD's new movie . . .Enchanted. It's all about the fairy tale thing. And I was looking at pictures from it today, so it was on my mind. http/ . . . .check them out. What's up with his hair?

Anyway yeah. I'm updating tonight and probably won't again till Tuesday. The next two chapters should be long, and emotion packed so I want time for them. And tomorrow I have a really busy day, and Monday I'm at the boyfriend's. So enjoy this . . .and I promise more Tuesday.