So, if any of these chapters suck, I blame Kendel. Why? Because she demanded I update. Eh, I love my bitchy canadian none the less. I am feeling quite lazy to be honest. I may just tip over and fall asleep at any moment.
on with the chapters!
8.
Cristina sat in the gallery, grasping a cup of coffee tightly. She was hiding out from her friends and boyfriend.
It was amazing how fast time could go by. It was amazing at what could happen when your back was turned. It was amazing how annoying someone could become when you live with them.
Cristina nursed her coffee. She exhaled loudly and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the silence as much as she enjoyed the glory of surgery.
The slamming of a door pulled her from her peace. Bailey was walking around with her IV pole. Cristina had watched in terror as her mentor collapsed during surgery. Luckily, Bailey was only suffering from exhaustion. Her son was safe. Cristina observed Miranda as she touched everything in the operating room. She and Cristina had shared the same passion. She wondered if she could ever stand in Bailey's place as a pregnant surgeon.
"I've been looking every where for you," Preston announced, sitting next to Cristina. Cristina turned to look at him.
"Hi."
"I need to know. Are you coming home with me?"
Cristina was quiet. She had been awfully reflective lately. She hadn't been much herself, as she thought about it. Watching Bailey collapse had switched something in her.
"I'm not going to wake up in the middle of the night to find your mother watching me, am I?"
"No."
"Then, yes. I will come home with you." Cristina returned her attention to Bailey.
"Something's changed."
She didn't respond. " You're imaging things."
Burke smiled at her defensive tone. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide all of her vulnerabilities.
"Stop smiling at me."
Burke chuckled and shook his head.
"I mean it!"
Izzie watched as Alex rake his brain over paper work. He was sitting at a table surrounded by charts. He had a bad habit of letting the paper work pile up on him.
Sighing, Izzie got up from her bench and joined Alex at the table.
Alex was surprised to look up and see Izzie going through his charts.
"What are you doing?"
"Being nice," she responded harshly.
Alex toyed with the pen in his hand. "Why?"
" You looked like you needed some help."
Alex watched as Izzie breezed through two charts.
"I'm sorry."
Izzie stiffened in mid- sentence. As badly as she wanted to throw a scene, she knew that she had to listen.
"I never meant to hurt you or do what I did. If I could go back in time, I would. I'm an idiot."
Izzie peered at Alex from across the table. "Yes you are, but I forgive you."
Alex was unsure what to say.
"So, you're dating the rock star now?"
"Something like that. Are you dating Olivia again?"
"I think I am going to swear off women for a little while."
Izzie nodded and returned her attention to her charts.
" Iz?"
She looked back up.
" It wasn't you. It was all me. I couldn't get my act together."
"Maybe it wasn't meant to be."
Alex didn't respond. He wasn't sure he wanted to think that.
Meredith folded her last article of laundry triumphantly. As crazy as she was going, she was thrilled to have a day off to get her house in order. So far, she had cleaned everything, did laundry, finish the book she started 4 months ago, and write out the grocery list. She picked up the list and quickly skimmed it.
She had decided to pick up bottle of wine and gift basket for the O'Malley family. George told her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted.
Meredith would be spending her Christmas Eve with a real family. The house would be empty that night. George and Meredith would be with his family and Izzie would be out with her boyfriend, the rock star.
Meredith couldn't believe it. Some how within a week and half, Izzie got a rock star boyfriend. She found the entire thing hard to believe. Now a days, Meredith was finding a lot hard to believe.
Derek was now a father. She found the thought nauseating. If it wasn't for Joe and her friends, she didn't know how she would be. Speaking of Joe, she still had to pop in the bar to invite him to the Christmas dinner Izzie was planning. Meredith's close cousins, Rhys and Riley would be joining her and her friends for Christmas.
The ringing of the phone yanked her out of her thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Meredith, this is Dr. Rutherford. I just wanted to inform you, that your mother is having a good day. If your schedule allowed, I am sure she would appreciate a visit. She has been asking for you."
Meredith looked at the phone confused. Her mother was asking for her?
"I'll be there as soon as I can. Thanks for the call, Dr. Rutherford."
"No problem, Miss Grey."
Meredith looked from the phone to the clock to her clothes and around the house.
"Real fast," she muttered and hurried up the stairs.
Miranda ran her hand over the operating table. She loved her job. She found being a surgeon exhilarating. She wasn't sure how she was going to survive bed rest and maternity leave. Bailey was excited none the less. In only a matter of time, her son would be born. Her son, she repeated in her head.
He would of course follow in her footsteps to medicine, but have his father's passion for sports.
Miranda sighed and took one more glance around the room.
"I'm sure going to miss this place. Thank God I'll be back in time for Thanksgiving. Now if you can hold off till after Christmas I would greatly appreciate it. One more gory surgery for mommy, okay?"
She smiled as a foot assaulted her stomach.
"That better mean okay, Shawn."
Addison groaned as she rolled on to her back. She let out a shriek as she rolled off the couch, instead. She peeked her head over the coffee table to gaze at the sight before her. Derek was sleeping soundly with the baby on his chest. She smiled softly. The two fit perfectly.
Addison was exhausted. It wasn't until early morning that she and Derek were able to get the baby to sleep. She was relieved that she was now on leave and Derek wasn't on call till the late afternoon.
The room around her was scattered with baby things. With the help of Kendel, Addison and Derek were able to put together a room for the baby in no time. Praise the Lord that her best friend was an interior designer. Addison massaged her temples. She wanted nothing more to go back to sleep, but something told her she shouldn't. She gathered some of the baby things and put them in the new bench under the window. As she stared out the window, a taxi caught her eye. Two taxis caught her eye. Why were they stopping in front of her house?
"Derek," Addison called out, rousing her husband from his sleep.
"Hmm?"
"Get up! Get up! They're here!" Addison hissed, running around the room.
"Who's here?" Derek asked. His eyes then fell on to the clock above the fire place. Derek placed the sleeping baby in his bassinet and rushed to the door in hopes of beating the bell. No luck. He grimaced as the baby started to cry.
Addison walked into the foyer with their crying son, just as he opened the door.
"Mom! Dad!" Derek greeted in surprise.
Standing in the door way of the Montgomery- Shepherd home, stood Andrew and Alaina Shepherd. Behind them was the regal Mona and Thomas Montgomery. The parents looked from their children to the whining baby in Addison's arms. No one was sure of what to say. All Addison and Derek could do, was smile.