Derek's POV
There was always something about Meredith that was so familiar. Those beautiful hazel eyes just makes me feel at home. She completes who I am, without her I wouldn't' be able to breathe. She wasn't revenge, she was a breathe of fresh air, and I do really love her.
But I can't understand what the hell she was talking about, when she said, "She's my freakin daughter!" Unless she meant that she was Julia's mother... Oh My God! Those beautiful hazel eyes. The brownish blonde hair. They're all Julia's! Meredith is Julia's biological mother!
Addison's POV
Shit, my Gucci skirt! I came here to get my husband, and I got his mistresses barf all over me. I'm in this bathroom and this stuff won't come out. I can't even curse because Julia is right next to me. She wanted to go see her dad, so I let her leave.
Meredith's POV
I was running down the hallway in a panic. Had I really just said that? I guess with all of this stress, I felt like I just had to say it. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was heading. All of a sudden, I run into a small blonde girl running in the opposite direction of me. Our eyes locked and I realized it was Julia. I broke the silence by saying "Oh gosh, I'm sorry," in a very flustered manner. "Oh no it was my fault." She replied. That was the first thing my daughter has ever said to me. It was only natural for me to cry. So I started to bawl. In the middle of the hospital lobby. Everyone was staring at me on the floor. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" questioned Julia. "No, I'm fine." I answered shakily trying to wipe away my tears.
Then Derek bursts in looking shocked at this sight. "Meredith, Julia!" he shouted. Then he runs up gathering Julia in his arms. Then he breaks their embrace and asks trying to be calm, "Is this, is this true?" "Was what true?" "The fact that you're her mother." My face flushed to a shade of crimson and I shushed him in efforts to make him quiet. Julia pops up curiously and asks, "Who's mother?" "Julia, stay out of this," Derek commands. "Are you mad at me because of this or something?!" I exclaim. "The fact that you have a FUCKIN' DAUGHTER! You should of told me!" Everything then grew dead silent. "YOU should of told ME, what the hell are you talking about? You have a tall fuckin' wife that looks like a model, and a child." I said in a deathly cold tone, "YOU should have told ME."