Meredith pulled away and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her soft wool sweater. She sniffled, biting her tongue to fight the tears that were still attempting to flow down her cheeks. Derek raised his thumb and brushed a trail of the tears away, tucking a stray piece of wavy hair behind her ear. Meredith didn't pull away from his touch.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his voice filled to the brim with concern.

"I think you should leave," she said quietly, looking down to her lap.

"What?"

Meredith looked up from her legs and into his face, her voice far more strong and confidant than she felt. "You need to leave. My apartment, Boston, our daughter and me. You need to go back to Seattle and Addison, God knows she's wondering where you are," Meredith said, standing up, grabbing her empty water glass, and walking into the kitchen. Derek hesitated before following.

"Were you listening to me!" he asked, extremely agitated. "Were you listening to anything I just told you! All about how we were going to raise her together! Did none of that register?" he asked, his voice raising considerably, causing Meredith to take a step back in shock, her face worried, chin trembling.

He took a deep sigh, realizing that he had scared her and hating himself for doing so. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, filling the gap that she had made by stepping back. He reached out his arms in an attempt to wrap her in them but she pushed them away and took another step back.

"Don't touch me," she said, her voice a tense whisper.

Derek could feel his own tears burning behind his eyes, fighting their way to the surface. He fought them off, refusing to show her a weakness. "Meredith don't do this," he said.

"Do what Derek? Exactly what you did to me! Hurts doesn't it!" she yelled, picking up her water glass and hurling it to the floor. It shattered in a million pieces at her bare feet. Shepherd jumped back in surprise and looked at the floor where the crystal shards lay, Meredith's feet wriggling to avoid the glass. He took a step towards her and she tensed as he approached.

"Relax. You can't walk in here, you're not wearing shoes. I'm just going to carry you back to the couch," he replied calmly. Her eyes popped wide in fright but she nodded, looking as though she was doing it against her better judgment. He stepped over the glass with his shoes and walked over to her, placing one hand on her upper thigh and the other under her arms, lifting her gently up and carrying her over the glass and to couch. With great care, he placed her down on the cushion and left back to the kitchen, attempting to clean up.

"Meredith where's your broom?" he yelled as he sifted through the boxes.

"I put it in the broom closet already," Meredith yelled back.

Derek stepped over the glass again and walked over to the broom closet, opening it and taking out the broom and dustpan. He cleaned up the glass and dumped it out the window, seeing as there was no garbage can. He put the broom away and walked back into the living room, wiping his hands together to rid them of the dirt as he sat back down.

"Thanks," Meredith said.

"No problem," Shepherd replied. He didn't bother to ask her why she had thrown the glass, he already knew.

"Did I get you?" she asked sincerely.

Derek lifted his hands and flipped them over, looking for cuts. "Nope. It seems you missed. One question: were you aiming for me or just throwing it?" Derek asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. She lightly grinned back.

"Maybe a bit of both," Meredith said. It was the truth, she hadn't intended to do either, she looked down and the glass was in her hand, then all the sudden it wasn't. The two of them both smirked.

"Umm..." Derek didn't know whether to bring up the subject or not. It could possibly lead to a sore spot.

"You can say it," Meredith said genuinely.

"Have you chosen any names?" he asked, looking down into his lap and hoping she wouldn't hit him.

"I have some ideas in mind. But nothing is set in stone yet."

Derek looked up in surprise. Whatever he had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. "Really?" he asked. "What are they?"

Meredith looked hesitant. "You really want to know?"

"Wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

Meredith smiled. "Ok. Well I really like the name Olivia. One of my best friends growing up was named Olivia and ..." she sniffled. "And she died when we were nine. Me, her and her little brother were all playing at the river and Thomas, her brother, fell in. She jumped in after him to save him and died doing it," Meredith said. She hung her head in remorse.

"Hey," Derek said soothingly, moving closer towards her and placing a hand gingerly on her shoulder. "It's not your fault that that little girl died. She died a hero."

"No she didn't. Thomas died too. I tried going into the water to save them but it was no use, the currents were too strong. One of my biggest regrets in life is not being strong enough to help them!" she sobbed.

Derek moved closer to her and let her cry onto his shoulder. A minute later when she had regained her composure, she pulled away, wiping her eyes on her tears again.

"I love it," he told her.

"What?"

"The name. Olivia. I think it's perfect for our daughter."

"You do?" she asked, a little taken aback.

"Ya of course. I can't imagine her as anything else actually," he answered truthfully.

Meredith grinned from ear to ear.

"Since we're speaking of regrets, want to hear mine?" he asked.

"No not really but you're going to tell me anyways. So go ahead."

Derek laughed. She knew him too well. "Now don't take this as a ... as a, well I don't know how you're going to take it but my greatest regret in life," he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He was sure she was going to see this as a last, desperate attempt to keep him in Olivia's life. "Is leaving you for Addison."