"So you are engaged." George asked, as they were changing back into street clothes.
"As in getting married, wearing a big… big giant ring. Like afraid to tell people and going to get married.. engaged." Meredith said.
"You're scared shitless aren't you?" Cristina asked.
"Oh God. Cristina. What the hell am I doing? How can I be engaged. To Derek? How?" she stared at her friend like a deer trapped in headlights.
"Well, probably he started by kissing you, or something mushy, and then he said 'Meredith, oh Meredith. Where fore art thou Meredith, will thoust be thy wedded wife?'
Cristina snickered.
George laughed half heartedly before waving and heading out.
Meredith looked at her friend. "This isn't funny. You think it's funny. It's a joke to you, but to me, this is scary. It's very scary. And I don't know what I'm going to do."
"Hmmm… "Cristina put her finger to her chin. "How about , oh I don't know… marry him?" she asked.
Meredith sighed as she picked up her tote bag and shut her locker. "I wish it was that easy. I mean Derek and me, well we aren't simplified. I mean, it's always so complicated and hard. And I mean he's just now finished with Addison. And well what if something happens and he decides he wants her instead, that I was a mistake. And what if I'm not ready to be married. I mean, I'm an intern. And he's talking about babies. And what if.. what if the Prince isn't supposed to come on a white horse and rescue the princess. What if there isn't supposed to be a happily ever after. I'm scared to death of happily ever after. It never works out for me."
"Meredith. Seriously. You are so dark and twisty it's pathetic. You are engaged to your McDreamy. Just enjoy it. The wicked witch signed the divorce papers, and her wart fell off and it turned out she wasn't so wicked after all. Maybe if you didn't spend so much time looking for misery you could be happy. Just give it a try. Seriously." Cristina shook her head and headed back, not looking back at her shocked friend.
Meredith shook her head for a minute and pondered what Cristina had said. Was she always looking for misery? Maybe so. Really, she was engaged to a rich, very hot, extremely good in bed doctor, who she happened to be madly, stop breathing, heart beats fast in love with. Maybe it was supposed to be like this. Maybe she should just enjoy this. Noone was being hurt, it was legal and legitimate. For once things were looking good and she should just quit worrying and go with it. I mean the worst had happened and she had survived. Unless Derek had more wives stashed somewhere or they had some horrible accident, she was getting married. So what. She chuckled at herself and then headed out to the elevators. Her fiancée was waiting for her to take her home.