sorry about the wait guys. I had a review that said that it was getting a little too emotional and I agree. We all know that emotions are a little messy and I think I need to get in some angst in.

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It had been six days. Six days since she had asked him to leave; and he had obliged. He didn't know what had made him do it. Perhaps it was the numerous amount of things she had broken in her anger at him, or the desperate tone she had used after insulting him relentlessly. If she hadn't been pregnant, Derek would have thought she was drunk based on her actions.

He missed her face, her smell, the cute little grin she used to give him. Addison paled in comparrison he realised when he got home. After being able to hold Meredith in his arms, after being the one she ran to for comfort again, Derek knew that Addison just simply wasn't Meredith, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't force himself to love her when his mind and heart were still with the woman in Boston.

"Oh Derek cut the drama will you! I'm sick and tired of hearing all this bull!" Meredith had said after his confession. She had yelled and screamed, throwing two more glasses at his head and not bothering to appologise when one shattered on inpact with his elbow. Not that he blamed her. When the tirade was over and she was sitting calmly on the couch, she had asked him to leave. It was a command, nor was it a question. It was a plea.

His heart broke to see her so torn, so distraught. Fearing the health of her and the baby with all the stress, he kissed her forehead, grabbed his suitcase which was still sitting by the door, and left. Addison had given him the third degree when he had gotten home, jumping up from her spot on the couch and yelling angrily at him from across the room. And then he had asked her to leave. She looked at him, a confuzed expression on her face.

"You went to see her didn't you? You went to Boston?" she had asked.

"You know she's in Boston?"

'Of course. I went to ask Webber if she could scrub in for a surgery with me and he told me. Didn't tell me why though,"

"She's pregnant." Derek had said quiely, looking down to his mud stained shoes. The usual Seattle rain had turned the dirt to mud outside his trailor. "And it's my baby."

Addison had looked at him in awe, her delicate features turned into an unmistakable scowl. She desperatly tried to see through the lie, to find the truth she believed was hidden somewhere in his pools of eyes. But she hadn't found it. It was then that it dawned on her; Derek was going to be a father, and Meredith was the one carrying his child.

The reality had hit her like a frieght train, knocking from her feet and the tracks. She sat down on the couch, her head resting in her hands.

"Then why is she in Boston if she's having your baby Derek?" Addison had asked, looking up from the ground and into his face which held no emotion.

"Because she doesn't want me to be in their lives. But Addy you gotta understand," he had said, sitting down next to her on the couch and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "This is my baby and there's no way I'm gonna sit back and let Meredith raise our daughter on her own. And let's face it, you and I are over. We were over before we even began. Besides, I can tell you hate it here. Now you can go back to New York, back to your life, your friends, your practice."

"And you can live happily ever after with Meredith," she had said, her voice dripping with venom. But Derek had noticed that there was a hint of understanding hidden beneath the hate. "Is this what you really want? Is me leaving going to make you happy?"

Derek contemplated the question. He knew the answer was yes, and even though he no longer loved Addison, he still didn't want to hurt her. "Yes."

Addison had looked up into his face, a sad but understanding expression on her face. "Alright then. I'll leave," she had said. She brushed piece of red hair from her eyes before getting up. "I'll be gone in a couple of hours."

That had been three days ago. Addison was back in New York and still Meredith was avoiding his calls. Message after message he had left.

"Meredith it's Derek. Please stop screening my calls. I have something really important to tell you. Call me back." He had left at least a dozen of them, none of them stating that Addison had left that they were now officially divorced. No, that he was waiting to tell her in person, or at least when she was on the other end of the phone. But she had point blank ignored them, all of them. Or so he believed.

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Meredith told the taxi driver to stop and quickly paid him, desperate to get out of the manic drivers car. She walked up to the door and debated on whether to knock or to go right in. She decided that, since it was still her house, that she would go right in. She pulled open the door and stepped into the lobby. Listening, she could hear Izzie in the kitchen moving around pots and pans.

"George did you get those lemons I needed? Hurry up will you. Those lemons aren't going to squeeze themselves," Izzie yelled. Meredith quietly laughed. Nothing had changed. She walked silently down the hall and into the kitchen. Izzie's back was to her and Meredith could see the beginning of lemon chicken in front of her.

"Sorry Izzie but they don't sell lemons at the airport," Meredith said. Izzie whipped around at the sound of her voice.

"Ohmigod Mer," she said. She ran around the island and threw her arms around her friend. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Boston!"

"And you're supposed to be taking care of my house," Meredith laughed, looking around her bombshell of a kitchen.

"Sorry about that. Me and George are having a bunch of people from the hospital over tonight. What are you doing back?"

"I live here do I not?"

"So you're moving back?" Izzie asked, a smile plastered on her face.

Meredith nodded. "I'm back."