Chapter 40: Two More Weeks
Meredith crept carefully out of the bathroom, being sure to close the door softly behind her as to not wake her sleeping fiancé. It was late morning on Sunday and Izzie had offered to entertain Carwyn downstairs while Meredith and Derek slept in. Something they hadn't done in months and something Meredith's very tired, very pregnant body welcomed.
She awoke before Derek, and seeing he was still deep in sleep, had snuck into the bathroom for a quick shower. She crossed the room to the tall dresser and found the small tube of body butter to rub on her ever-expansive belly.
Stealing a quick glance to her side at Derek's still unmoving form, she let her towel drop and squeezed a dollop of the cool ivory crème onto her hand. After rubbing her hands gently together, to warm the lotion a bit, she then began meticulously spreading the clean smelling balm across her swollen abdomen. Her hands softly moved around the large baby bump, rubbing in the lotion to every inch of the tight skin she could reach.
After finishing her stomach, she added another small drop to her hands and moved her attention to her very full breasts. They had grown one cup size in the last month alone and Meredith was adamant about not getting stretch marks on her chest as well.
She was lost in her own thought; tossing around the things she still needed to buy or get ready for the impeding arrival of child number two, as she absentmindedly rubbed herself, the cool crème feeling heavenly on her sore body. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back a little, preoccupied in her own world, forgetting she wasn't alone, until she heard a deep moan.
Meredith's eyes shot open as she turned her head to meet Derek's flustered appearance. He was staring at her, propped up on his elbow, a lustful scowl on his face.
"Quit it."
"Quit what?!" Meredith had to bite her bottom lip to keep from smiling.
"You know exactly what you're doing. It's plain mean. Evil really."
"I have no idea what you're talking about Derek." Meredith feigned innocence, letting a small smile curve her lips.
"Right." Derek laughed and rubbed his hands over his face as he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed.
Meredith reached for her discarded towel and held it to her chest as Derek crossed the room to her. She couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her lips as she noticed the large bulge through his thin boxers.
Derek stopped before his barely covered fiancé and folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head.
"You think it's funny, huh?"
Meredith shook her head, not trusting herself to speak as her eyes grew wet with amused tears.
Derek nodded his head slowly, his expression serious, keeping quiet a moment as he studied her face.
"You know… two can play at this game."
Meredith shook her head again. "Nuh uh. I'm eight months pregnant. I'm fat, swollen, moody, hot, and itchy. The last thing I want right now is sex. I don't even want to be touched. You're lucky I let you sleep in my bed."
She pulled the towel further up, covering herself even more as if to prove her point.
Derek nodded again, his amusement evident in his shining eyes. He turned as if to move towards the bathroom, but turned back again suddenly, startling Meredith by grabbing both her arms and pulling her close. He pressed his body against hers, his erection pressing firmly on her round stomach as he captured her lips with his.
He didn't wait to see how she'd respond, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, thrusting it a few times as he alternatively sucked on her bottom lip and teased with soft bites.
Meredith soon recovered from her initial shock and her hands moved instinctively to his strong neck, letting her fingers find the soft curls at his nape. She opened her mouth to grant him further entrance, and just as she moved her own tongue to his lips, he pulled away.
Meredith panted, looking up into his mischievous grin. "Nothing." She squeaked.
Derek tilted his head back and laughed. "Oh right… you are such a liar Meredith Grey!"
He crossed past her and opened the bathroom door when she spoke again.
"Disgusting…ick… like kissing my brother!"
"You don't have a brother!" He countered.
"Well if I did…" She tried.
Derek only laughed as he disappeared into the bathroom, pulling the door so it was only open a crack behind him.
She sighed and plopped unto the bed, letting her tongue softly trace her swollen lips as she closed her eyes and smiled.
"I knew it!"
Meredith sat up with a start, quickly dropping her grin.
"Oh shut up and go take a cold shower!"
She threw her towel across the room, aiming for Derek only for it to land on the floor more than a few feet in front of him.
He smirked and tilted his head as he took in Meredith's now uncovered naked body, before sighing and moving back into the bathroom.
"Two more weeks… only fourteen more days." He offered out loud his daily countdown on how long until she would be thirty-eight weeks and Addison would let them resume any activity they wished until she went into labor.
He turned the water on and didn't bother waiting for it to get warm...cold showers were something he was quickly growing accustomed to.
By the time Derek made it downstairs, dressed in jeans and a casual button up shirt, his hair still damp but moussed and tamed; the kitchen was a buzz with activity. Izzie and Carwyn worked diligently at the stove, flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs, while Alex and George shared separate sections of the newspaper at the kitchen table. Meredith and Callie huddled in the back corner, discussing something intently, while the O'Malley baby sat in a highchair, entertained by the commotion around him.
"Good morning, everybody!" Derek sung out cheerily, stopping by Carwyn to kiss her on the top of her head before joining the other men at the table.
"Good morning." Was echoed throughout the kitchen.
"So how was the cold shower?"
Derek looked up surprised at Alex, turning to immediately scowl at Meredith across the kitchen. She giggled and looked away innocently, pretending to be too engrossed in her on going conversation.
"You know… Alex has magazines… if you need to release some…uh… steam." Izzie offered brightly over her shoulder.
Derek's mouth dropped open. "I don't need to release any steam Stevens, thank you very much. I told Meredith I could make it and I will. Only two more weeks." He said with forced optimism, roughly shaking out a section of the paper to catch up on the world news.
Meredith finally finished her conversation with Callie and crossed the room to Derek, a soft smile on her face.
"That's right… only two more weeks." She came up behind him and leaned over, softly kissing him on the cheek and moving her mouth to his ear, nibbling softly on his lobe.
"Mer…" He warned, earning a pout from his pregnant fiancée as she carefully lowered herself in the chair next to him.
He chuckled and rolled his eyes, resting his hand on her thigh to give it a gentle squeeze.
Izzie and Callie joined the rest of them at the table bringing over the heavy plates piled with delicious smelling buttermilk pancakes and steaming fluffy scrambled eggs. Carwyn brought over the syrup from the counter and moved a chair out to sit opposite her mom, when Meredith cleared her throat.
Carwyn looked up and mother and daughter exchanged a look before Carwyn turned and headed towards the fridge. She pulled the door open and shuffled around in the ice box before retrieving what she was looking for and bringing the items to settle on the table next to her mom.
"Thanks Carwyn." Meredith smiled.
"Welcome mama!" Carwyn replied cheerfully, finally settling herself at the table.
Everyone laughed as Meredith licked her lips and picked up the chocolate sauce, drizzling her pancakes in a thick layer of dark syrup. She licked her finger as she settled the Hershey's bottle back down and reached for its companion, the whip cream.
A minute later, her breakfast was completely covered by the light white airy treat and Meredith rubbed her hands together before picking up her fork, eager to indulge in herself made delicacy. The occupants of the table all laughed at her child like enthusiasm before turning to their own food and occupying themselves with the task of working on their own breakfast.
Everyone eagerly dove into the delicious food, except one man. His blue eyes were trained on the beautiful woman next to him as she carefully balanced the perfect amount of chocolates sauce, whip cream, and buttermilk pancake on her fork, gently placing it in her mouth and closing her mesmerizing lips around it. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sat back, a smile slowly crossing her face as she chewed slowly, and unbeknownst to her, seductively. As the delicious sensations were starting to be processed through Meredith's body, a long soft moan escaped her lips, causing Derek to shift uncomfortably.
After finishing the bite, taking her time to enjoy the sweet taste before swallowing, Meredith finally opened her eyes, locking with Derek's immediately.
She took in his expression, the flush of his neck, and the uncomfortable way he leaned in his chair before shaking her head.
"Derek. Seriously?"
Derek groaned, tossing his napkin beside his plate and standing up. He tried to give Meredith a quick dirty look, but he couldn't keep his expression serious as he limped to the door.
He heard a few snickers behind him and turned before he disappeared into the foyer.
"So… Alex…. about those magazines…"
"Derek!" Meredith gasped, her face turning red.
"Kidding!" He threw over his shoulder as he shuffled off, painfully making his way back upstairs for another cold shower.