DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GREY'S ANATOMY, I wish I did.
Meredith thought that meeting her Mom for lunch was a good idea. She thought so, until the day came to do it. She slowly put on a nice pair of jeans and a top, hoping her mom would call. Just maybe, she would call and cancel. It didn't happen. She begrudgingly climbed into her Jeep. It had gotten uncomfortable for her to drive the Mercedes. The way the seat sat, it made her back hurt. I should not be this damn big yet. She thought to herself. When she arrived at the restaurant, Ellis was already seated, and sipping her tea.
Meredith: Hi, Mom.
Ellis: Hello dear. My, you are looking pregnant.
Meredith: Oh, thanks. As if I don't feel bad enough as it is.
Ellis: I don't mean it that way. You look beautiful. They say pregnant women glow, but my God. (Meredith sits and looks at the menu.) So, what's good here?
Meredith: The club sandwich is really good.
Ellis: Well, maybe I'll have that. (The waitress comes and takes their order.)
Meredith: So has Richard decided who he is going to appoint Chief?
Ellis: Actually, he has changed his mind.
Meredith: What? I thought you two were going to spend your lives together. Retire.
Ellis: You are having our grandchild. I am going to slow down, but Richard he's going to remain Chief. He enjoys it too much. I can't take that away from him.
Meredith: That's good. If that's what you guys want. I'm happy for you.
Ellis: So, tell me. (Her voice got low and compassionate.)
Meredith: Tell you what? (She knew what. But know she didn't want to talk about t.)
Ellis: About the baby. I know it hurts to talk about it, but Mer, I want to know.
Meredith: (Meredith sighs and looks down at the table, knowing of she made eye contact, she would lose it.) Her name was Annabella. John called her Bella. He was so happy, so eager to be a Dad. Just like Derek.
Ellis: Why did it happened?
Meredith: We don't know. The pregnancy was normal. I went in for my ultrasound towards the end of the pregnancy, and there was no heartbeat. She was gone.
Ellis: Oh dear.
Meredith: The look on John's face. I can still see it today. It killed him. A part of him was never the same. She and John are buried next to each other, in Boston.
Ellis: I wish I were different. I wish I could have been there. If I had been a better mother to you.
Meredith: It's in the past, Mom. I just want to move forward. I am letting go of the past. I have to, or I won't make it through it all.
Ellis: I am so proud of you. You are a strong woman, like me. But you are compassionate. You are full of love. I wish I were.
Meredith: You are Mom. You just have to let it happen. You love Richard.
Ellis: I do. I love him, and I love you. (She takes a bite of her sandwich.) You were right, this club sandwich is good. This is nice. Having lunch with my daughter.
Meredith: It is, isn't it?
Ellis: Derek has been going around the hospital showing everyone that sonogram. I saw him showing it to a patient yesterday. He is so proud.
Meredith: I know. He really is. He decorated the nursery for me. You should stop by and see it. It's amazing.
Ellis: He is a great guy.
Meredith: Yeah, he is. (She looks at her watch.) Shoot, I have to go. My shift starts in a half an hour.
Ellis: Thanks for meeting me.
Meredith: I'm glad I did.
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Izzie: (She walks in on Meredith changing into her scrubs.) Hey, Mer. (Izzie bends down and rubs her abdomen.) Hey there, little man.
Meredith: If you weren't my close friend, I'd hit you. You know that, right?
Izzie: Even if you don't like it, the little guy does.
Meredith: Are you leaving?
Izzie: Yeah, my shift is over.
Meredith: Do you have Sunday off?
Izzie: Yeah, why?
Meredith: I have the biggest favor to ask.
Izzie: Okay. Ask.
Meredith: I have been having cravings. Crazy never ending cravings. I need you to bake for me.
Izzie: On my day off?
Meredith: Well, yeah. You're Betty-freaking-Crocker. It's your passion, or whatever.
Izzie: Fine, fine. But you need to go to the store, get the stuff. I'll make what you want, but I hate grocery shopping.
Meredith: Okay, whatever you want. How about eleven? Can you be there at eleven?
Izzie: Sure. (She bends down and talks to Meredith's stomach.) This is for you, little boy! (She looks back up at Meredith.) Have fun. Bailey's being a pain in the ass. (George walks in.)
George: How is my nephew?
Meredith: He is good. His mother is too, thanks for asking.
George: I was going to ask. Beware, Bailey is being nasty.
Meredith: So I've heard. See you guys later. (She walks into the hallway, and straight into Derek.) Hey.
Derek: So how is my beautiful wife?
Meredith: She is great. You are the first to ask. Compared to our son, I'm chopped liver.
Derek: Chopped liver, no. Chopped Steak, maybe.
Meredith: (Punches him in the arm.) Ass.
Derek: So, our bed, it's going to be cold tonight?
Meredith: Yep, you will have to keep it warm by yourself.
Derek: Nope, I'm staying here with you.
Meredith: Derek, you don't have to.
Derek: I want to.
Meredith: Okay. I won't argue. (Miranda Bailey storms up.)
Bailey: Shepherd, were you planning on working today?
Meredith: Yes, ma'am!
Bailey: Check on the patients in rooms, 4401, 4423, and 4416. I want post-op notes done. Oh and run these tests.
Meredith: Right away.
Derek: You be nice to my wife, Miranda. (He teased.)
Bailey: Here, she is not your wife. Here she is an intern. I own her.
Derek: Damn, everyone was right.
Bailey: About what?
Derek: They said you were in a mood.
Bailey: Is that right?
Derek: I have a patient... (He turns on his heel and high tails it out of her path.)
Bailey: I bet you do!
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Meredith opened the door to the on-call room. She knew Derek was in there. She made a quick check and saw that no one else was in the room. She turned around and quickly pushed the lock. She was tired, but she wasn't that tired. Derek was sound asleep. She laid down on the bed next to him and snuggled her face into his neck.
Derek: Mmm. Good evening.
Meredith: Shhh. I don't need you awake, or alert. Well, I do need part of you alert.
Meredith covers his mouth with hers, both of their tongues exploring each other's mouths. His hands reach up her scrub top grabbing her sides, squeezing softly. Derek slides her scrub top up, and pulls it over her head. He leans up and she swiftly removes his shirt.
Derek: Oh God, Mer.
Meredith: Shhh. (She looks into his deep blue eyes and smiles.)
Meredith runs her tongue down his chest arriving at his abdomen. She slowly pulls on the strings on his scrub pants, pulling them off. She covers him with her mouth. She feels him begin to pulsate, as he moans her name. Feeling him on the brink, she travels back up to his mouth. He studies her face, realizing that she has never looked more beautiful to him. His hands softly remove her bra, revealing her slightly swollen breasts. His mouth covers her breast, gently sucking and nipping, causing her to moan in ecstasy. He moves up and kisses her neck, as he pulls down her pants and rolls her over on her back, his mouth finding it's intended spot. She cries out as he pushes her towards the edge. He gently pulls her legs apart, pushing her knees up, and enters her slowly. He begins to thrust gently at first, increasing his speed. She cries his name out, as he begins to climax. He feels her tighten around him, and her moist heat surrounds him. She screams out at she reaches the edge. Derek feels himself burst inside of her, crying out her name. They both roll over, panting.
Derek: I have to say, I like you being pregnant.
Meredith: Me too. That was...great. (She catches her breath.) Oh!
Derek: What? (She grabs his hand, and places it on her stomach.)
Meredith: He's kicking.
Derek: Wow. (He keeps his hand on his stomach, and they lay there in silence.) I think we woke him up. (She giggles.)
Meredith: Somehow that just seems wrong.
Derek: We have sex. It's normal. It's safe, it's okay.
Meredith: Well, I guess you are right... Ao, do want to do it again?
Derek: Seriously...yeah.
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Meredith went right to the grocery store bright and early on Sunday morning. She had no idea what to get. She grabbed her cart and grabbed several of everything in the baking aisle. She had visions of muffins and cookies, brownies and cakes. Two hundred dollars and several bags later, she was on her way home. Derek swiftly helped her carry the bags in from the garage. She had left before he had gotten up. She didn't want t wake him, he had worked so hard all week.
Derek: What is all of this?
Meredith: Izzie is coming over to bake in an hour.
Derek: Bake?
Meredith: I want some baked stuff. Ya know, baked goods, or whatever.
Derek: So Izzie has offered to come on her day off and bake?
Meredith: Yes. I think Cristina is coming too.
Derek: So, your only day off, and I have to share you with Stevens and Yang.
Meredith: Pretty much. I'm sure we could sneak away for a very little while. If we had to.
Derek: I'm sure we'll have to.
Meredith: I bet we will. We could sneak right now.
Derek: Could we really?
Meredith: I think we could...
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Derek: Was the the door? (Derek's head shoots up.)
Meredith: Crap. I think is was.
Derek: But--
Meredith: Who is it? (She yelled out.)
Cristina: Me.
Meredith: You are a pain in the ass! I'll be out in a minute.
Derek: A few minutes. Several minutes even.
Cristina: Are you guys-- Oh God. Okay, I'll just be sitting here, with my ears covered and my face buried. (The come out of the bedroom about twenty minutes later.)
Derek: Hello Yang.
Cristina: I swear...
Meredith: It's my fault. It's the hormones. (She looks out the kitchen window.) Oh, it looks like Izzie's here.
Cristina: Let the bake-fest begin.
Derek: And I thought we would be spending the day in bed.
Cristina: I bet you did... (Meredith meets Izzie at the door.)
Izzie: Hey.
Meredith: Hey, Iz. Thanks for coming.
Izzie: No problem. So where's the stuff?
Meredith: Right there.
Izzie: All these bags?
Meredith: Yep.
Izzie: Holy crap! Well then, let's get started. What first? Cookies, a cake, brownies?
Meredith: Chocolate cookies, with chocolate chips.
Izzie: Okay... (Izzie went right to mixing and baking. Everyone sat waiting for the first batch to come out of the oven.)
Meredith: Oh wow. This is great. (She said, shoveling marshmallow cream into her mouth.)
Cristina: God, Mer. Have some decency.
Meredith: This shit is good! It's even better with theses chocolate chips mixed in. (She starts pouring the bag in the jar.)
Izzie: Cookies are done! (Meredith grabs a cookie up.)
Meredith: Oh, yum. Crap! They're hot. (She took a big bite of the cookie.)
Cristina: They usually are, when they come out of the oven!
Meredith: Shut up!
Meredith ate tons of baking ingredients, cookies, muffins, and a piece of cake. After about an hour, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She quickly walked over to the sofa and curled up into a ball.
Derek: What's wrong? (He motions to Meredith.)
Izzie: She ate a piece of cake, twelve cookies, two muffins, a jar of marshmallow cream, and a half a bag of chocolate chips.
Derek: Holy shit!
Cristina: She had me make her a shake, too.
Derek: She is going to be in a diabetic coma! (He rushes over to her side.) Mer, are you okay?
Meredith: No... (She moans.)
Derek: Why did you--
Meredith: It was so good. (He rubs her back.) It's the baby. He made me!
Derek: I suppose he made you eat that whole cheesecake too.
Meredith: Shut up!
Izzie: Look at him. He's so great. Look at how compassionate he is.
Cristina: Yeah, if you like that kind of guy...
Izzie: Deep down, you know you do.
Cristina: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Well since piglet over there has made herself sick. I guess I'm going to go.
Izzie: Me too when I finish these dishes.
Cristina: See you guys later!
Meredith: Bye... (She says weakly.)
Derek: Bye. I can do those, Izzie.
Izzie: No, it's okay. You take care of Mer. (She does the dishes and puts her coat on. Derek follows her to the door.) Thank you.
Derek: No, thank you.
Izzie: No. Thank you for taking care of her. I worried about her, before, when everything happened. She was on a collision course. You saved her. She is happy. So, thanks.
Derek: Izzie-
Izzie: See you at the hospital.
Derek: Yeah.
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Okay, we are winding down here, and it's so sad... Please do suggest baby names. I can't promise I will pick them, but I would love to hear your ideas. I'm not even sure what Der's middle name is at this point!