Ok guys I'm back! Soory about the wait. Here's the much anticipated new chapter! Enjoy and press the lovely little purple button in return for my hard work! Lol.

READ THIS BEFORE READING THE STORY: ok I need your help. After reviewing old shows, I realized that Olivia was also the name of the girl Alex and George slept with. SO I was just wondering ... should I keep the name, or change it to Maddison? Whichever name gets the most votes I'll use.

Thanks guys!

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Meredith sat on the bed in her room, staring over the array of clothes scattered over her floor. She wasn't sure which would still fit her. True, she hadn't gained much weight during her pregnancy, but the little bit of stomach she had was still enough to prevent her from wearing some of her favourite clothes. She could hear Izzie running frantically around downstairs, trying to prepare the dinner for the insane amount of people she had invited over. She laughed to herself, remembering all the good times she had had with Izzie and George.

The thought of seeing Derek right now made her sick to her stomach, but then again it could have been the morning sickness. All she wanted to do was curl up under her blankets and sleep the day away. But since that wasn't a possibility, she would have to settle for seeing all the people she had left behind. Including Derek.

Meredith understood why she had invited him over but detested her for doing it at the same time. "Meredith you should see him!" Izzie had explained after she told her why Derek had been invited. "He works and then goes home. Nothing inbetween. He refuses to talk and work with Addison, never smiles! Nothing! And it's all because of you. Not that I blame you. I only invited him because I thought he needed to get out of his trailor!"

Meredith had sighed in understanding and told Izzie it was ok before heading up to her bedroom and attempting to find something to wear. She sat on her bed, drumming her fingers on the sidetable, eyes scanning over the same clothes she had been looking at for the past twenty minutes. A knock sounded from the other side of the door and she jumped in shock.

"Meredith, it's me," Izzie's whispered voice sounded.

Meredith breathed another sigh of relief and opened the door for her friend. "He's here," was the first thing she said.

Sure enough, the sound of Derek's voice carried up the stairs and into the ears of the woman who loved him more than anything. "Ok," Meredith replied. "Don't tell him I'm here. Just give me a couple minutes to find something to wear."

Izzie nodded and closed the door as she left the room, leaving Meredith to contemplate her dilema of what to wear. Digging through the mountain of clothes, she came to a pair of darkwash jeans and slipped them on, still left to find a top. Something shiny caught her eye and she pulled, a long gold sequined belt disentangling itself from the clothes and coming to a rest in her hand. She slipped it through the belt loops on her jeans and continued to prod through the pile.

A soft cotton touched her hand and she pulled, a black top revealing itself. She straightened it out and looked at it. It was a simple black tubetop, tight in all the right places, and accentuated her perfectly. She pulled her 'Dartmouth' top off and slipped the shirt on, standing in front of the mirror and admiring her reflection. The shirt gave you just enough to have a taste but always left you wanting more.

Under her bed where a pair of gold heels that she hadn't worn in the longest time. Figuring that they would match her belt, she slipped them onto her feet took a deep breath before walking to the door and easing it open. Sounds of the party below floated up the halls and the delicious smell of whatever Izzie was cooking reached her nose and making her mouth water.

She took each step as it came to her, carefully placing what little weight she had on her heels. By the time she reached the middle of the stairs, the voices had gone quiet. In the living room, Izzie, George, Christina, Derek, Burke, and Bailey were all looking up. She didn't make eye contact with any of them but simply looked straight ahead, brushing a strand of her wavy hair that was falling down her back out of her eyes. When she reached the bottom, she turned and faced them, flashing them a small grin.

"Meredith," Derek sputtered, running a hand through his hair and taking a tenative step towards her.

She didn't say anything but continued to smile. "Derek," she replied quietly back.

"What ... what are you doing here?" he asked, neither he nor Meredith aware that everyone was watching them.

"I came back."

"I ... I can see that. But I thought ...?" he turned and looked at all the people behind him who were staring intently. He turned back to Meredith. "Can we talk outside?"

She stared at him without answering for a minute before nodding and leading to way to the front porch. She closed to front door behind them and turned to Derek, her face screaming anger but her eyes betraying her again and showing the hurt.

"I thought you were staying in Boston?" he asked quietly.

"So did I."

Derek made jerking motion as though he thought about taking her hand but decided against it. Meredith smiled and reached out, taking his hand in hers and squeezing his fingers.

"Izzie told me that you and Addison aren't speaking anymore," she smiled slyly.

Derek gave her a sideways smile in return. "That's all she told you?"

Meredith looked at him, a confuzed expression on her face. "What do you mean?'

He grinned like a child with a lollipop and took another step closer to her. "She left."

"Left? What do you mean left?"

"I mean she left. Left Seattle, left Seattle Grace. She went back to New York after I told her that I loved you and that we're having a baby together.

"You what?" Meredith asked. Derek didn't understand why she still looked confused.

"I told her we were having a baby together," Derek said uneasily.

"No not that. The other thing."

Derek's eyes shifted to the left as he thought back to what he had just said. And then it clicked. He was silent for another second as he decided how to word it. "I told her that I love you."

Meredith didn't say anything but clenched his hands tighter. "Say it again," she whispered quietly, taking another step in closing the gap between them.

"I love you."

"Again."

He took the final step seperating them and rested his forehead against hers, bracing up her neck with the palm of his hand. "I love you."

"Again," she said in a hushed whisper.

"Meredith Grey, I love you." She didn't wait an instant before pressing her lips to his, her hands sliding up his chest and coming to a halt at the base of his neck.

When they pulled apart for a breath, their foreheads still resting against the others, Meredith whispered, "I love you too."