Chapter 2

Meredith looked through the glass at the tiny babies, like she had done so many times with George to cheer themselves up. The only difference was that soon she was going to have one. She continued to watch the newborns, and soon caught sight of all the happy parents looking in. Parents. Her baby wasn't going to have parents, just a parent. Just her, because Derek was gone.

The happy parents soon all left, leaving Meredith alone with her thoughts. George, who had been looking for her all around the hospital, had finally found her looking at the babies. He walked up and stood next to her, and they both watched the tiny babies.

"You know I'm gonna have one, right?"

"What?"

"A baby George, I'm pregnant."

"It's… it is…"

"Yes."

"When? When did you find out?"

"The day Derek got into the accident," she told one of her best friends, as the tears started flowing down her cheeks.

The board was quiet, which was usually a bad sign. Meredith thought nothing of it, and took the opportunity to take a break and go up to the OB floor. Unfortunately for Meredith, OB's were about as crunched for time as surgeons were, and she was unable to get an appointment for a few weeks.

Getting frustrated, she decided to just do the test herself. She got the appropriate things, and then found and empty exam room. She tied on the tourniquet above her elbow, and got the needle ready. She quickly found a vein, and got the needle in, attaching the vial as the think red blood filled it.

She opened the exam room door, and poked her head out. Making sure no one was looking; she stepped out of the room. She quickly made her way to personally deliver her labs, being sure that no one she knew saw her. She dropped off the blood to the lab technician, and then went back down to the surgical floor.

Her shift was done, and she was just finishing up some post-op notes. Derek had to stay late because he got caught up in a surgery, so Meredith decided to go pick up her labs.

"Labs for Meredith Grey," she told the lab tech.

The lab tech flipped through the pages, finally coming across the one he was looking for. "Here you go," he said as he handed the paper to her.

"Thanks," Meredith replied as she took the paper and folded it in half, not ready to see the results yet.

She got home, paper still folded as she opened the front door to her and Derek's house. She put her bag down, and fell back onto the sofa. She cradled her head in her hand as she picked up the paper and unfolded it.

"Mer… I'm so sorry," George said as he comforted her and Meredith cried on his shoulder.

"I just, I don't know what I'm gonna do George. I can't do this by myself."

"Mer, you've got me, and Izzie, and I'm sure even Christina will help."

"It's not the same."

"I know, but it's the best you've got."

"The best would've been Derek."