Derek looked down at his Jacob & Co watch for what seemed like the umpteenth time. She said her flight was running a little bit late but he didn't expect it to be this late. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair taking a seat. Derek had called Meredith telling her to meet him in Seattle, Washington, and like the obedient wife she was turning out to be she hopped on the next plane and promised to meet him. Even though the whole relationship started off with one to many tequila shots and scotch they had a connection. Derek knew the whole thing was unconventional but every time he heard that sweet voice of hers or remembered the image of her sprawled out across The Plaza's honeymoon suite sheets with her golden hair fanning out in every direction, he got shivers. There was something about the tiny beautiful girl who agreed to be his wife in a second after drunkenly proposing. His reasoning? Any girl who could hold her liquor with the best of them was the only girl for him. And instead of instant regret when he woke up to her gently nudging he felt a serene calm. He felt at home, something he had not felt in ages. A voice suddenly roused him from his thoughts announcing the arrival of the New York non-stop plane. He stood quickly, stuffing his shaky hands into his well-worn Diesel jeans as the terminal opened. He pushed his aviators on his head as he scanned the crowd anxiously looking for a head of blonde. Then, there she was. Walking in his general direction in a sky blue racer back Free People dress with a bright purple scarf and a pair of Haviannas. Derek waved catching her attention. Her face broke out into a happy goofy grin as she ran over to him closing the gap. She flung her arms around his neck kissing him square on the mouth. He smiled against her lips as his own arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer to him. Pulling away from the warm embrace he looked into his wife's stunning green eyes. His smile faded as he noticed how youthful she looked at this very moment, so carefree and genuinely happy.

"Meredith, I have to ask. How old are you?" His body tensed preparing for a slap across the face but was met instead with what seemed to be one of her relaxed laughs.

"I was wondering when you'd pop that question." Her fingers played with his silky soft curls while she talked. "Chill out, I'm eighteen. Perfectly legal. How about you?" Derek let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and answered.

"I'm twenty-eight. I know a little older then what you're use to huh?" He asked dropping a kiss on her cute nose.

"I'm fine with that."

"Good. This is good. Gravy."

"Gravy?"

"Yeah we're getting to know each other."

"Something we skipped before the nuptials. Speaking of which we never signed anything, for all I know you could be some crap intern using me to get at my generous trust fund." Mer teased.

"Or you could be some hussy mother/daughter scam artist team trying to get into my trust fund."

"So we both have trust funds. Well there goes my question about how we're going to provide for ourselves."

"Would you have gotten a job?"

"Maybe. Nothing permanent, I do have to go to Dartmouth in the fall." She said.

"You're going to Dartmouth?" Derek asked, loosening his grip on Meredith.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Well kind of, I asked you to come to Seattle because this is where I'm starting my surgical internship."

"Here? But that will go well into my school year and Internships are hard the first year." She said stepping out of his embrace completely.

"How did you know that?"

"A long story." Meredith stopped to try and catch her breath. "You know what I'm going to Dartmouth for? Pre-med." Derek raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What you don't think I can handle it?"

"I'm sure you can handle anything, it's just that my internship is here. And I figured since we're man and wife we would be living together. You know, I would go to work and you would be here-"

"Like some kind of trophy wife. You want me to be stay at home while you're off in the real world making something of yourself." Meredith said pushing at his chest.

"No I just had no idea you had all these plans." He said quickly, trying to recover.

"And I didn't know you had all these plans." Meredith sighed while pushing her bangs out of her face.

"Let's not fight, okay." Derek soothed bringing her close to him again. Meredith gave him a skeptical look as he dropped a kiss on her forehead rubbing her back. "We'll just spend the summer here and then figure out everything in September. Sound good?"

"Whatever." She snorted.

"Good. Wow, marriage is hard work." He teased lacing his fingers with hers and leading her to baggage claim.

"Yeah especially when you've only know each other for two days."

"Ok here it is." Derek exclaimed as he swept Meredith in his arms and walked her over the threshold of their new house. After peppering her face with wet kisses he set Meredith down and watched her expression as she examined the house.

"Oh Derek. It's beautiful. How did you find it?" Her fingers lightly skimmed the buttery smooth Italian leather sofa that stood in their living room. Her eyes skipped to the warm homey brick fireplace and the majestic cherry wood grandfather clock sitting in the corner.

"Oh a family gift for getting into Seattle Grace. Competition was fierce this year but my good looks and charm managed to win them over."
"Not to mention your arrogance." Meredith laughed turning to face her husband.

"You love my arrogance."

"Hmm." She replied moving into direction of the kitchen. "Is the whole house furnished?"

"No some rooms are empty. I was hoping you'd be interested in redecorating? Place could use a woman's touch."

"I can't cook!" Meredith shouted as she walked back into the living room. After viewing the expensive utilities she panicked. "I mean I can make sandwiches and stuff but don't expect me to bake a double chocolate German bundt cake or whatever."

Derek laughed at her sudden outburst. "I didn't ask you to cook."

"Well I'm just saying."

"Relax Mer." He said, the nickname rolling off his tongue effortlessly. He gathered her in his arms her back pressing against his chest. Pulling the silky strands of bright golden hair off her slender neck, Derek kissed a warm tantalizing path nipping at her flesh. Meredith swallowed hard, her eyes drooping in sensual delight. She pressed her taunt little body against his, running her fingers through his generous mop of hair.

"I'm not a trophy wife." She gasped as he pulled her ear in his mouth sucking lightly at the lobe.

"Good." He grunted grabbing fistfuls of her threadbare dress in his hands. His skilled hands slipped her already damp panties from her slender legs as he hoisted her into his arms. Meredith fumbled with his belt kissing him frantically.

"I like this whole marriage thingy." Meredith giggled as her reclaimed her mouth and body.