Derek can't help but chuckle as he watches Meredith take a huge bite out of her burger.

"Wha?" she asks with a full mouth as she looks at him.

He shakes his head. "Nothing," he chuckles as he watches the ketchup trail down her chin. "I just…I knew you could fit a lot in your mouth…but I'm still amazed."

Her mouth falls slightly open as a blush begins to creep into her cheeks before she smirks at him. "I really can't fit that much, but then again, it has never really been tested to find its full capacity," she tells him after she swallows the large amount of food in her mouth.

"Nice," he says as he leans back in his chair, reaching out to steal one of Meredith's fries as he does so.

"Hey!" she tells him as she swats at his hand.

"What?" he asks her as he pops the fry in his mouth, "I brought you enough food to last a week, I'm sure you can spare a French fry," he says as his eyes twinkle.

She narrows her eyes at him again. "You don't have to be such an ass," she mutters before dipping a French fry in her shake and taking a bite.

"Did you seriously just eat that?" he asks, disbelief and disgust in his voice.

She glares at him. "I did. You have a problem with that?" she asks in a challenging tone.

He throws his hands up in defeat. "Nope. No problem at all. Nada," he says with a smile.

"Good," she says before belching loudly.

"Wow," he says, somewhat in awe.

"What?" she asks before taking a bite of the nachos.

"I knew that you snored pretty loudly, but that burp…who would have thought that such a big sound could come from such a small person?" he says as he runs his hand over his face, the tiredness beginning to set it again.

She giggles as she shrugs. "I'm just talented like that."

He chuckles. "Apparently," he says as he continues to watch her.

They sit in silence for several minutes as Meredith continues to feast on the food that surrounds her. He can't help but think if this is the best meal she has had in a while, a though that tugs roughly at his heart strings.

"So, I was thinking that maybe my dad and I could go to your apartment tomorrow and get the rest of your things…" he says, breaking the silence.

He notices her stiffen as she turns to look at him. "Tomorrow?" she asks.

He shrugs. "Why not? Might as well get it over with."

"Yeah," she sighs as she rubs her stomach and pushes the empty wrappers away from her.

Derek stands up and picks up her trash, throwing it away for her before turning back to face her. "What's wrong?" he asks as he watches her lift her sweater up, revealing her round abdomen, before she begins to rub it.

"So full and your son is kicking me. I'm pretty sure he is going to play soccer," she says as she smiles up at him.

He takes a step towards her, pausing to ask the permission he seeks with his eyes. "Can I?" he asks as he motions to her stomach.

She smiles at him. "Of course," she responds as she indicates where he should place his hand.

He places his hand on her stomach and can instantly feel the small flutters under her skin. "Wow," he says in awe, "I don't think I will ever get tired of that feeling," he whispers into the night.

"Yeah," she responds, "you might if it didn't stop when you took your hand away," she says with a giggle.

He chuckles. "I suppose."

They return to the silence of the night, Meredith slowly drifting off as Derek watches the steady rise and fall of her chest. He is almost able to be transported back to the ship. Almost. The beeping of the monitors and the infinite amount of space that seems to exist between their bodies prevent him from that dream. He is so lost in thought that he fails to notice when her body once again tenses up and she sits up and looks at him.

"Derek?" she asks quietly as she swallows the lump in her throat.

"Yeah?" he responds as he leans forward slightly.

"When you clean out my apartment…who will be the one to clean out the drawers in my bedroom?" she asks somewhat nervously.

"I don't know. Why?" he asks as he furrows his brow in confusion.

She begins to wrings her hands as she focuses on a hole in the blanket. "Well…it's just…there might be some things…uhh…that I wouldn't want your dad to see…well…anyone to see really…but I guess if anyone is going to see them…you wouldn't be so bad…I guess…well…I mean you would be better than you dad seeing them…if you dad saw them…oh my God…I might die…and I don't want to die…"

He chuckles, interrupting her rambling. "Don't worry, Mer. I'll be sure to clean out your bedroom and make sure my dad doesn't see any of your 'toys'," he responds with a smirk.

She grabs a pillow and throws it at him. "You…are an ass! I have needs, Derek! I have needs and because of you, I can't go out and fulfill those needs! So…don't patronize me for something that is your fault!" she yells at him.

Derek stands up, still chuckling quietly, and places the pillow back under her head. "I'm not patronizing you, Mer. I…I just wish I was there for you. I'm sorry if it sounded like I was making fun. I didn't mean it that way," he says quietly as he sits back down.

"I…" she starts, but doesn't know how to finish. "There may be some other things that you may find as well…some things that…I don't know…I…but you have to promise me that you won't read too much into them…that…you won't make them out to be more than what they are," she whispers as she forces herself to look at him.

"Like what?" he asks curiously.

She bites down on her bottom lip. "Umm…you know…pictures…receipts from places we went together…a bottle of cologne…some mousse…those kinds of things…" she murmurs as she stares at the wall, crimson creeping up into her cheeks.

Derek can't help but smile as he listens to her. He can't help but make something out of it, even if she doesn't want to, because those items do mean something, even if she denies it.

"Okay," he says with a smile as he props his feet up on the edge of her bed.

Silence once again fills the room and the two find themselves drifting off to sleep. Meredith turns onto her side to face Derek. She can see him struggling to get comfortable and feels bad for him.

"Derek?"

"Yeah?" he answers as he opens his eyes.

"You don't look very comfortable," she states as she watches him squirm a little more in the chair.

He chuckles. "It's okay, Mer. I'm fine," he responds, not wanting to leave her alone even though his ass and back are killing him.

She inhales deeply. "You can sleep with me…in the bed, I mean…not as in have sex…I didn't mean it that way…I just…yeah…" she rambles.

His smile grows. "Are you sure?" he asks her.

She nods. "Yeah…just…don't make more of it that what it is…" she tells him sternly as she scoots over in the bed.

"And what is it?" he asks as he stands up.

"A friend sharing a bed with a friend," she replies simply.

He chuckles as he lies down on top of the covers. The bed is small, but with both of them on their sides they manage to find comfort. However, most of their comfort comes from having the other in such close proximity.

"Mer?" he asks after a moment.

"Yeah?" she responds in a tired voice.

"Good night," he whispers into her ear, his breath lapping against her neck and sending chills down her spine.

"Night," she whispers before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Derek stays awake a few moments longer, breathing her in and relishing the closeness of her. He hears her begin to snore and knows that she has fallen asleep. He then drapes his arm over her, resting his hand on her stomach. He finally falls asleep feeling her breathing against his chest and his son kicking under his hand.