Meredith smiled in a euphoric manner as Derek pressed open kisses against her bare shoulder while his hands gripped her hips. She sighed and arched her back into him as he spooned her from behind.
"Where did you get those stockings?" he asked rubbing his stubble against her smooth neck.
"In France." Meredith gasped as he pulled her earlobe between his teeth.
"I'm sorry about last night." Derek apologized, kissing behind her neck.
"Its okay. You came back." She said turning so she was facing him.
Derek smiled at her, his fingers tangled in her hair. He pressed a kiss to her temple holding her close.
"I want to get to know you." He breathed out. "And I know I've been a little absent since we've been married. I'm not normally like that, it's just…I'm really stressed with my internship and everything. It's kind of hard to be a doting husband, like you deserve."
"Don't worry you're doing great. How am I by the way?"
"The sheets are wonderful." He smirked kissing her full lips.
"What time do you have to go in?" she laughed as he rolled on top of her.
"We have time." Just as he bent down to kiss her the doorbell rang ceasing all and any activity about to happen.
"Damn it." He growled rolling off of her and getting out of the bed. He pulled on some sweat pants and answered the door. Meredith sighed and followed his lead, slipping one of his t-shirts over her head.
"Kathleen you know I would love to spend time with her but I have to go to work." Derek's voiced chimed from the front door.
"Oh come on Eric is out of town and there is no one else who can take her Derek. Plus she asked for you personally."
"Well I doubt that." Meredith poked her head around the corner watching Derek talk to the tall gorgeous brunette. She was juggling a small child on her hip while she argued with Derek. Spotting Meredith her eyes narrowed in her direction.
"I'm sorry was I interrupting a booty call?" she asked raising her perfectly arched eyebrow.
"What?" Derek's head snapped back finding Meredith in his t-shirt. "Oh. Meredith this is Kathleen my sister, Kathleen this is Meredith my wife." He said proudly reaching out to pull her closer to him.
"Hi." Meredith greeted quietly.
"Hello." Kathleen replied stiffly. "Wife?" she repeated to Derek.
"Shut it Kathy." He groaned rubbing a hand over his eyes.
"Um okay. Can you do it or not?" she asked bouncing the child on her lap.
"Kathy I can't I have to go to the hospital. I'm an intern."
"Hospital owns him." Meredith finished. Derek smiled at her wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Ok not in front of Clem okay?" Kathleen admonished shielding her daughter's eyes.
"Hey Meredith can do it. Right?"
"What!" she asked in a panicked voice. "I don't do kids." She muttered to her husband.
"Besides, no offense to Meredith, I just met her because somebody can't be bothered to pick up a phone and call."
"Well here she is and she's offering to take little Clementine off your hands."
"Clementine?" Meredith said looking between the two.
"My husband's English." She explained. "Here." She handed Meredith the four-year old along with a Chanel bag. "I can't believe I'm giving my only child to a complete stranger but I'm desperate." She kissed the child's pale mop of blond hair. "Mommy's going now by sweetie."
"Bye bye." Clementine waved enthusiastically.
"We'll talk later." She told Derek kissing his cheek and turning on her heels. "Thanks Margret!"
"It's Meredith." She called readjusting the child in her arms. Clem wrapped her little arms around Meredith's neck rubbing her nose in her hair.
"So that was your sister?"
Clem stuffed her small mouth with a warm piece of waffle using her Dora the Explorer fork and twisted about with all the exuberance a four year old have. "Mmm." She exclaimed and forked another piece of waffle drenched in the dark sugary maple syrup that had pooled on the plate after Meredith let her use the bottle.
"You like that huh?" she asked taking a bite of her toast.
"Waffles, and an ungodly amount of syrup? You've never babysat for a four-year old have you?" Derek asked snagging her cup of teas mistaking it for coffee. "Ugh, how can you drink that stuff?"
"It's good for you and no I've watched anyone else's kid before. I am eighteen I used to party all the time."
"You really have to keep reminding me that you're that young." Derek told her pouring some coffee into a mug.
"What's wrong with waffles and syrup?"
"She'll wear you out before you know it."
"Wait Derek." Meredith stood up from the table grabbing his hand. "I don't do little kids."
"I should hope not."
"No, I can't watch them. I don't have any maternal feelings towards them at all. This is why I'm not gonna have kids." She murmured the last line.
"You don't want kids?"
"Yeah." Mer nodded turning to look at Clem.
"I love kids. I want a whole soccer team." His expression uncertain from his wife's comments.
"Wow. We never really discussed issues like this. But where would we with an alcohol limit higher than God knows what." Derek nodded then looked at his watch.
"I'm late. We should talk. Seriously."
"Seriously?" she asked unsure of his tone.
"Seriously." He left without another word, not even bothering to bid his niece goodbye.
"Bye Uncle Derek." Clementine shouted with little bits of waffle falling out of her mouth.
"Well," Meredith started grabbing a paper towel and running it under the facet. "I think I've just ruined my marriage." The child continued to eat her breakfast with adorable concentration. She jabbed at the bulbous portions that were drowned in the sticky sweet syrup, her little pink tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she focused. Finally she stuck her last piece of waffle into her mouth and sighed dramatically dropping her fork with a loud clang.
"You finished?" Mer asked. Clementine nodded enthusiastically and began to bounce up and down in her chair.