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Addison tapped her newly manicured nails against the chart of Amanda Daniels. Aileen Duncan from the adoption agency had asked for her to meet with her and Amanda. The usually confident doctor felt nervous. What if Amanda didn't think she was right for son?
"Are you okay?" Izzie asked in passing.
"I'm fine," Addison replied.
Izzie looked at Addison skeptically.
"Dr. Shepherd! I am Karen Hiesler from the adoption agency. Aileen will not be able to make it. Will your husband be joining us?"
Izzie looked from Addison to Karen in confusion. Then it dawned on her. Addison and Derek were adopting the Daniels baby.
OH
Derek found himself replaying his conversation with Meredith in his head. He was moving on. The thought stung slightly. The words of the chief suddenly came into mind.
They never do.
"Ah, Dr. Shepherd. Are you here to visit the little one?" Dr. Karli Lyell asked.
Derek looked around to find himself standing in front of the nursery.
"Uh- yeah," Derek smiled. Karli grinned at her fellow doctor and allowed him into the nursery.
"He's just had his bath," She explained, ushering Derek to the cradle where a little blue bundle squirmed. " Miss Daniels told me that you and Dr. Shepherd were interested in adopting him."
"Something like that," Derek replied. Karli left the two boys to themselves. Derek leaned over and took the baby into his arms.
Derek Shepherd's dream was to one day be a father. He wished to be as good as a father as his own. Derek and Andrew Shepherd were two peas in a pod. Andrew thought the world of his daughters, but they weren't his son.
Derek's dream of fatherhood had come crashing down once. But as Derek Shepherd sat in the nursery of Seattle Grace, he imagined baseball games with a little red headed boy by his side.
OH
Cristina stood across from Bailey as she performed surgery on a patient who needed their appendix removed. It was a routine surgery. Any surgeon could probably do it with their eyes close.
"Is there something on your mind, Yang?" Bailey asked, as she stitched up the patient.
"Just dreading the holidays."
"Get out all that fear now. His mother will sniff it the moment you get off the plane and she will attack. That's how all mother's do it."
"Is she really that bad?"
"She's his mother. She'll be your worse nightmare."
"There are those words of encouragement, again."
"That's what I am here for," Bailey teased.
" I will pray for your son's future girlfriends."
"They're going to need it," Miranda smiled.
OH
"Something up, Dr. O'Malley?" Dr. Alba asked.
George looked up from his lunch tray.
"I think my friends are all going crazy," George answered.
"You're surgical interns. You have the Nazi and Webber," Kimberly replied, sitting across George.
"They're crazier than normal. Izzie's off running around with Gavin Weslin. Cristina is Cristina. And the girl that I am supposed to be dating is, well. I'm more than certain that Meredith is still in love with her ex-boyfriend."
"Is it always so exciting in the surgical ward?" Kimberly asked, stabbing into her chicken Caesar salad. "If you think your girlfriend isn't all in, why are you with her?"
"I really like Meredith."
"And I really like filet mignon. You don't see me eating it every night."
"You don't understand," George argued.
" Are you happy, George?"
"Of course!"
Kimberly cocked a perfectly arched brow.
"Who are you? My shrink!"
"Yes."
OH
"Stop it," Cristina demanded.
"I can't. This place is so bizarre!" Meredith replied, poking at Burke's bookshelf.
"Your boyfriend is a freak!"
Cristina dropped her slice of veggie pizza in offence. "My boyfriend! Your boyfriend is Bambi!"
"George isn't my boyfriend!"
"Oh, we're back to that are we? Meredith, you are worse than a tennis game."
" I'm confused, okay!"
"What is there to be confused about?"
"Everything."
"I leave for Alabama in 2 weeks. He hasn't told me anything about his relatives, besides the fact his mother owns a restaurant and his brother is a jazz musician. I think he told me that his cousin helps with the restaurant. I'm walking into a black hole."
"You are aware that his mother is going to hate you no matter what you do," Meredith pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks for the reminder. I got the pep talk from Bailey this morning. Is it just me or has she gotten meaner? "
"She's about ready to give birth. What do you expect?"
"What is with you lately?" Cristina snapped. "You're just so bitter."
"I am allowed to be bitter."
Cristina sighed. "Where are you, Meredith?"
"I'm right here."
"No you aren't. He's moved on, Mer. Let it go. This isn't healthy."
"I know he's moved on! I've seen it! I get it! I'm trying to move on too! "
"No, you aren't! Running around with George isn't moving on. Sleeping with everybody at Joe's isn't moving on. I'm worried about you."
"Fine!" Meredith shouted. " I haven't moved on. Derek is still McDreamy. Addison is still Satan. Now, their adopting a baby. I'm bitter. It isn't fair. He's moved on and I am at square one."
"I'm pathetic," Meredith surrendered moments later.
"No, you aren't," Cristina responded, pulling her friend into a hug.
OH
"Why is Grey sleeping on our couch?" Preston asked, climbing into bed a few hours later.
"Don't ask questions," Cristina replied and cuddled into Burke's embrace. Preston pressed a kiss to Cristina's temple and held her tight. At least he had the sane intern.