A/N: Thanks to you all. There's Strawberries and Cream in this chap, as an homage to England, Wimbledon Tennis, and of course the 'Idol' that is me, who is currently munching the exact same thing!

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Take care as always.

ELEVEN

Trickle of Liquid

Derek and Meredith sat in the hospital cafeteria. It was rare luck for the attending and intern to be able to have lunch together, either Derek had a surgery, or Meredith was scrubbed in with someone else, or on an errand for Bailey. But, this lucky Friday, was a rare lunch date for them.

"I love Fridays." said Meredith.

Derek looked up from his desert of strawberries and cream. "Why?" he asked bemused.

"I met you on a Friday."

"No, we met on a Monday."

"No, we met at the mixer on the Friday before I started on the Monday."

Derek nodded remembering.

"I found out I was pregnant on a Friday. Actually, that's happened twice. And Luca was born on a Friday. We made our baby on a Friday. And we're having lunch together whilst at work for the first time in 2 months, and it's a Friday. I kissed you the first time on a Friday. So yes I love Fridays."

"Maybe Fridays are our good days then." said Derek, sipping his coffee.

"We should get married on Friday." Meredith leant forward in her chair and whispered.

"On a Friday?"

"No. On Friday."

"Uh.. Ok. Why?"

Meredith glanced around the room, noting that there was no-one nearer than 10 meters away from them. Satisfied that she couldn't be overheard she answered in hushed tones. "Because I am 6 months pregnant. I am fat, if we wait any longer I'll be even fatter. and if we wait until the baby is born we will never get round to it cause we'll be way to busy for the first 2 years. I want to get married Friday."

"But.. we wont be able to get everyone there! Or organise it. Or a honeymoon" Derek copied her muted tones.

"Derek. I want to marry you. I don't want a big wedding. I just want you. Luca. Cris and Preston. Your parents and my parents. That's it. Please."

"Mer, I just want to marry you. You could tell me to fly to Columbia and get married to you naked in the middle of a jungle, and I would. If you want to get married Friday. We will."

"I don't want anyone else to know. If I hear one nurse whispering about it.. It's off."

"Understood Mon General." Derek mock saluted.

"We're getting married." Meredith sat back in awe.

Derek stood, and walked round to her side of the table. Kissing her on her lips he pulled back and said "Yes. We are." Before grinning enigmatically and walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"Important thing to do. Big decisions." he said winking.

Alone, Meredith looked down at her own desert of Strawberries, custard, chopped hazelnuts and peas. She shook her head as she took a spoonful of her weird pregnancy craved desert.

She was getting married. In a week she would be a married woman. To Derek. Her and Derek would be married.

On a Friday.

She smiled.