Great response guys, it makes me unimaginably happy to know you guys are enjoying this.
Back at the trailer, Izzie's discovery had put Meredith on edge. She had just realized the indication her late period might have two days prior, and had at that time written it off as stress. But now, here she was in Derek's trailer two months after their little excursion, three weeks after his divorce, and her late period was beginning to feel like more than just stress.
"Mer, is everything okay?", Derek asked as he chopped something to go in the skillet he was preparing their spaghetti sauce in. She had been noticeably more quiet on their drive back to the trailer and she was now leaning against the counter next to him and chewing her bottom lip. This was significantly different than the banter they had started up in the elevator.
"What", Meredith asked as she looked up from spot on the wall she had been staring at for minutes before his voice interrupted her train of thought.
"You got awfully quiet, is everything alright?"
"I don't know", she mumbled as she slid back down onto the small couch on the back wall of the trailer.
"You don't know?", he inquired again.
"I don't know", she repeated.
"Anything I can do to help you figure it out?", he was trying so hard to help her trust him again, but he didn't want to push his luck. He had a lot of ground to make up for and he knew it. She had been done. He was it for her. And then his wife had waltzed into their lives, and suddenly, the ground shifted. Now his wife was his ex-wife, but the ground never completely shifted back. Now they had to figure out how to be them again on new grounds. With every passing day he became more and more sure that was what he wanted, what they both wanted, but he had to let her regain her trust in him. And he was going to help it along every chance he got, without pushing the newfound boundaries of their relationship.
"You may have already done enough", came her delayed response.
Derek whipped around to look her in the face. "Mer, I know alot has happened but we're trying here. We're giving each other space before we decide to be a we again, and I hope that's where we're headed, but not until you're completely sure your ready. I promise this is just dinner. It won't be more than just dinner between friends until you're ready for that. I promise."
As he spoke she watched his eyes dance around her with passion and desperation and her own pooled with unshed tears. "Derek, no, that's not what I meant. I mean, thank you, for the space and you are incredibly sweet for making me dinner, but that's not what I meant. I'm not sure what I meant…but I think I need to go find out."
He gave her a questioning look and she stood, gave him a pack on the cheek and walked out of the trailer.
As she walked to her car she hit speed dial two on her cell phone and prayed that she'd pick up. "Iz, are you at home?"
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"Thank god, listen can you meet me at the drug store in twenty minutes?"
(Pause)
"Thanks, I owe you"
(Pause)
"Okay, bye."