Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's, Meredith wouldn't be in the FREAKING OCEAN. She'd be having sex with Derek.
I put Dillon to bed after dinner that night. After spaghetti and strawberry ice cream. After playing a game of Candyland with Dillon. After tickling him into a laughing fit, before Meredith joined in. It felt right. This all felt right. We were a family, a real family. And as I had carried a tired Dillon up to bed, Meredith had trailed behind us, Sam in her arms. And we had kissed Dillon good night together, my arm thrown around her waist as she said goodnight to her son. Our son.
Now we were back downstairs, finishing up the end of the dishes together. I watched as she reached up to put a dish away in a higher cupboard, her body stretching in the most appealing way. I loved the way she moved, there was something so sensual and so innocent about it. Her movements weren't planned, or precise, they just were her. And sexy.
I put the dish towel down on the counter and moved behind her, my lips finding the crook of her neck as I sucked gently. "Derek," she immediately sighed, her head falling back against my chest as my hands pulled her back against me, my erection already making itself known as my hands made the way down to the button of her jeans.
"Mer," I sighed into her hair, enjoying the scent of lavender. "I love you."
"I love you too," she moaned as she turned in my arms, her lips meeting mine. "Dillon's in bed."
"I'm well aware of that," I whispered, deepening the kiss and pulling her closer to me. Exploring her mouth with my tongue I stepped slowly closer to the counter, pinning her body against mine, moaning softly as she shifted against my erection.
"He's probably too tired to wake up," she whispered as she ran her fingers through my hair, before pushing her hips suggestively against me, nearly making me lose it right then and there.
"Hmmm...good," I said, lightly biting her bottom lip, causing her to gasp in pleasure. My hands traveled up and down her spine, loving her tiny body against mine. God, her body fit mine perfectly, completely perfectly.
She looked up at me, a twinkle in her eye and then moved her hands down to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off of me and throwing it to the floor. As my own hands began taking off her shirt, the thought occurred to me that my girlfriend and I were about to have sex in her kitchen. And that my girlfriend had a six year old son who had a tendency to wake up. And then Meredith's hands lightly brushed against my jean-clad erection and any thoughts swiftly left my head.
My hand traveled to the lower back, finding the hem and pulling it over her head, leaving her breathing hard, wearing only her jeans and a lacy black bra. It was the last think I had expected but just made me want her even more. My lips left hers, traveling down her neck, raining kisses over her heaving chest, gently licking the line where her bra started. "Derek," she moaned as she arched her back against the counter, her hands bracing her as I traced my tongue along the bra's edge, teasing her. She suddenly reached behind her and took the bra off herself, giving me easy access as I caught a nipple in my mouth, sucking gently as she moaned beneath me.
My hands found her hips and I lifted her up, guiding her onto the counter, my mouth never leaving her nipple that I lavished attention on. My hands travelled to her fly and I quickly unzipped it, helping her slide the jeans over her hips, her panties coming with them, leaving her naked on her kitchen counter. Her hands flew expertly down to my own fly, and then my own jeans and boxer briefs were down around my ankles. She moved her fingers lightly over my shaft, stroking me gently and I found my mouth moving from her nipple as she pleasured me. I buried my face in her hair, taking in the scent and trying hard not to come at that very moment.
"Mer...god Mer" I breathed into her hair. "God Mer I need you," I whispered, looking down and loving the look of her thin fingers moving up and down my length, bringing me precariously close to the point.
She moaned and her fingers suddenly stopped and she nodded before saying breathlessly, "I need you, Derek."
That was the only invitation I needed to push myself into her, filling her and love the tight warmness of her. I moved out slowly and then back in, beginning a slow torturous rhythm of rocking back and forth, my fingers holding her hips twice, my mouth hard against hers. She scratched at my back in ecstacy as I sped up the rhythm of our love-making, her hips rose to meet me as I slowed down once again, leaving her calling my name for more. Her body hummed with a promise of an orgasm and with the anticipation that came with each thrust into her. She breathed my name and then became louder, her body tightening around me as I sped up, needing the precious release.
A shudder ran through her body as she came, letting my name out in a moan as her body shook around me, aftershocks of her orgasm tightening around me. In seconds I felt myself tighten and with a sharp breath I found my release. We stayed like that, our bodies shining with sweat and humming with the orgasms, her head drooped against my shoulder as she struggled to regain her breath. "Derek," she sighed into my ear, her hot breath causing my heart to nearly stop.
"Hmmm..." I muttered in reply, pressing a soft kiss against her neck.
"Wow," she sighed and then giggled as she ran her hands up my back.
"Hmmm..." I muttered again, feeling a little speechless, as her chest pressed against mine. I pressed my head against hers, nuzzling her gently.
Another giggle came from her and then she sighed contently. "Love you," she murmured.
"Love you too," I said, my voice finally back. "Should I head home?"
She shook her head, her sweaty hair striking my cheeks. "Come to bed with me," she giggled in my ear.
"Seriously?" I asked, raising my eye brows in question.
"Seriously," she nodded, her face breaking into a smile.
"Okay," I smiled, moving away from her and slipping back into my boxers. I laughed softly at the confusion on her face. "In case Dillon sees us."
She giggled and pulled her panties and bra back on before turning to the counter. "We should clean this up," she laughed. "We've made a bit of a mess."
"You're the one that jumped me in the kitchen," I laughed at her, moving to help her with the mess we had apparently made.
"I didn't hear you complaining," she laughed as she slapped my ass.
"I never turn down sex," I told her matter of factly, smiling widly at her.
"Especially amazing on the counter sex," she grinned.
"Maybe we should try to have sex in the bed tonight," I laughed. "That might be new and exciting for us."
"Oh, that is adventurous," she nodded seriously. "Sex in the bed? Are you sure we can handle it?'
"You'd be surprised at what I can handle," I told her with a wink
"There's only one way we can find out if sex in my bed would work," she ran ahead of me and towards the stairs. "Come on, old man, are you coming?"
"Right behind you, gold digger," I laughed, following her up the stairs.
A crash downstairs made me wake up the next morning with a start, wondering where I was and what time it was. And then I felt Meredith shift on top of my chest and let out a sigh before settling again, her fingers resting lightly in my patch of chest hair. I turned to look at the clock and almost jumped when I saw it was nine thirty. Usually, Meredith had me out of the house by six.
"Mer?" I nudged her softly, trying not to laugh at the loud snort she let out. "Mer?"
"Hmmm," she groaned as she nuzzled into me.
I fought back the urge to nuzzle back and go back to sleep with her. "Mer, it's 9:30."
"Hmmm," she groaned again.
"Meredith Grey," I whispered urgently. "It's 9:30 in the morning and I'm still in your bed. How exactly are we going to explain this to our son?" I knew I had let the word our slip but I don't think she was awake enough to notice.
She shrugged gently and bit at my skin a little. "You came over early this morning."
"That works," I nodded. "However there's still the crashing noise downstairs that we have to worry about."
"You go," she sighed and kissed me before turning over and put her head underneath her pillow.
She was cute in the morning when she wasn't freaking out and trying to get me out of her house. Well she was cute when she did that too, but that was beside the point. I slipped out of bed and pulled on my boxers and a tshirt of mine that Meredith had stolen and started to head downstairs to examine what had made all the racket. I had a very good feeling it might be a little boy and his bear.
Sure enough, Dillon was attempting to move a chair to the cupboard, Sam sitting on the chair as Dillon pushed, crashing into the counter. He stared at the chair for a second and then said, "Sam, I think we gotta get Mommy."
"Bud," I interrupted him, "what exactly do you need to get mommy for?"
"Oh hi, Daddy Derek!" he grinned, turning to look at me. "Sam and I want Lucky Charms."
"Lucky Charms?" I said, scrunching up my nose in fake disgust. "That's not a breakfast."
"That's what Mommy makes me every morning," he tells me. "Cept for Sundays, then she makes pancakes."
"Since you have the day off school why don't we make today a special treat?" I asked him.
"What kinda treat?" he asked, grabbing Sam off the chair. "Ice cream?"
"Ice cream is not a breakfast food. It's a good thing you have me, bud, I swear that mother of yours," I said shaking my head and chuckling. "I'll make you pancakes."
"We don't have no more pancakes," he said sadly.
"I don't need that stuff, I make them from scratch," I explained.
"Scratch?" he stared at me. "You scratch pancakes?"
"It means I make them without a mix. I can teach you if you want," I offered.
He thought about it for a minute and then nodded. "Kay," he said. "Can they have chocolate chips too?"
"Sure they can," I said, as I started searching through the kitchen for the ingredients that I needed, handing them to Dillon to take them over to the table. This was the perfect morning. Meredith sleeping in upstairs and Dillon and I cooking together.
"Can Sam and I be your ssistant?" he asked as he set his bear down on the counter.
"Of course, but you have to be really careful not to make a mess," I answered.
"No messes, Sam," he told the bear sternly, shaking his finger slightly.
I laughed softly at the way he talked to the tiny bear as if it was another person. "So Dillon, when did you and Sam meet?" I asked as I started to measure the flour to pour into the bowl.
"Mommy says he was here before I was born," Dillon answered. "She says he was waiting for a little brother for three whole months before I came home."
"That's a pretty long time to wait for a brother," I nodded seriously.
"I know!" he nodded back. "But I'm still waiting. I'm six and no brother yet. But Mommy says Sam is my brother."
"Sam is your brother. And maybe one day your mommy and I will think about getting you another one, or maybe a sister," I smiled at the thought of having a whole team of kids to help me cook breakfast for my sleepy girlfriend, who by then would be my wife.
"Sam doesn't want a sister," Dillon scrunched up his face.
"Why not?" I asked, looking at Sam, trying to look insulted.
"Sam thinks girls are gross," Dillon said seriously. "Cept for Becky. She's okay."
"Well mommy and I don't get to choose if it's a brother or sister, so Sam is going to have to adjust either way," I said, giving the teddy bear what I hoped was a stern look.
"Will I have to share Sam with my sister?" Dillon asked, jealousy already creeping into his eyes.
"Nope, Sam is all yours," I told him, passing him a spoon to stir the ingredients with.
"Okay," he nodded and then started stirring, extremely vigorously, flour flying out of the bowl.
"Bud, bud, slow down," I told him trying to keep my voice gentle.
"Sorry," he said quickly and then slowed down his stirring to a turtle's pace.
"A little faster than that. Like this," I showed him, reaching over and covering his tiny hand with my much larger one and showing him the best pace to stir at, trying to ignore the flour that now covered the area we worked in.
"Derek?" he asked as we stirred together.
"Yeah?" I asked him.
"I met your mommy," he said slowly. "But I didn't meet your daddy. Does your daddy live somewhere else like my daddy?"
I smiled at him a little sadly. "My daddy died when I was a few years older than you are now," I told him.
"So he went away?" Dillon asked, and I realized he probably didn't really understand death. Not really anyway.
"Yep," I nodded knowing that was definitely a conversation that would be Meredith's job to take care of another time. "He was great, bud. He would have really liked you and your mommy."
"Did your daddy make pancakes with you?" he asked. "Is that how you know how?"
"Yep, so now I'm teaching you," I explained, hugging him close with my free arm.
"Did your Daddy take you fishing?"
"Yeah, he did," I smiled. I never smiled when I talked about my dad. Usually I hated the idea of talking about him, but with Dillon it was different. It was telling my son, as much as he wasn't actually mine, about his granddad that he would never meet. Something felt special about that.
"Why'd your daddy go away?" he asked. "My daddy says he'll never go away."
I groaned inwardly at Dillon's ability to ask me all the questions he should be asking Meredith. "He got sick, bud. And sometimes when people get really sick, they go away."
He nodded and pulled his hand away and turned to look at me, his blue eyes meeting mine. "Sam's sorry your daddy got sick and went away," he said very seriously.
"That's nice of him to say that," I said seriously. "Next time we got visit my mom I can show you and Sam pictures of my dad if you want."
He smiled and hugged me tight around the waist. "Don't get sick, Daddy Derek," he said quietly. "Don't get sick like your daddy and go away. Cause Mommy and Sam really like you. And Mommy's never happy."
"I'll try not to get sick," I said hugging him back. "I plan on being here a very long time."
"What's going on in here?" Meredith was standing in the hall, a smile on her face, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"We're making pancakes," I smiled at Meredith, leaving my place beside Dillon to give her a quick kiss hello.
"Chocolate chip pancakes, Mommy!" Dillon corrected me. "And Sam and me are helping."
"That's nice of both of you," Meredith said with a smile. "Was it Sam that got flour all over the place?"
"Yeah," Dillon nodded seriously. "He stirred too hard."
"Sam's going to have to clean it up then," Meredith said, the stern look on her face a lot more convincing than the one I had given the bear earlier.
"Sam's sorry," Dillon told her. "Very sorry. And he thinks Derek should be here every morning."
I watched a quick moment of panic cross Meredith's eyes. It was nothing compare to the panic that a comment like that once might have caused but still the panic was there. "I have my own place, bud. I have to stay there sometimes."
"No," Meredith shook her head and smiled lightly, put her hand in mine and squeezing gently. "You know what, Dill? Mommy agrees with Sam."
"Really?" I heard the shock in my own voice as my eyes searched hers desperately, almost finding it hard to believe what I was hearing.
"Yeah," Meredith nodded. "Though, maybe sometimes Sam and Dillon and me should see Derek's place, right, Dill?"
"Yeah, Derek, I want to see your place!" Dillon said excitedly.
"Derek has a trailer, Dill," Meredith smiled at him. "It's a house on wheels."
An adorably perplexed look crossed Dillon's face. "Why do you live in a house with wheels, Daddy Derek?"
Meredith smiled at me. "Yeah, Daddy Derek, why do you live in a house with wheels?"
"I have no reason. I have all this land, lots of room for you and Sam to play in bud, and I just, I never knew what to do with it," I sighed, as I started to flip the pancakes.
"Sam wants to know if you can drive your house on wheels over here and stay in the backyard," he asked as he watched me flipping the pancakes, his hands dangerously close to the flame.
"Watch your hand bud," I told him before answering. "And I could, but I think it's best to leave it where it is. I can sleep over here but sleep in your house. And then you can have sleepovers at the trailer."
"Mommy, can Sam and I sleep at Derek's house on wheels?"
"Sure," she nodded, smiling at me. Her smile was different today. It was full. She had a full smile, as absurd as that sounded. Hope, happiness, love, peace, everything was in the smile.
"Cool!" he laughed. "Sam, we're gonna spend the night at a house on wheels." He watched me and then said, "Daddy Derek, will you stay all day today? We can watch movies and play games and we can play baseball or climb the tree outside."
"Nothing sounds better," I said thankful that I had the day off work.
"Good," he nodded and then hugged me before turning to Meredith. "Mommy, guess what. My birthday wish came true."
"What did you wish for?" Meredith asked him, a worried expression on her face.
"Sam wanted a daddy to live here," he said seriously.
I watched as tears welled up in Meredith's eyes and I pulled her close to my side, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. "Your wish did come true," I nodded. "Now who's ready for some pancakes?" I asked looking at the plate of stacked pancakes that sat in front of me.
"Sam and me!" Dillon cried and stared at the pancakes hungrily. I couldn't help but smile as I served the pancakes, a sense of finally coming home washing over me as I watched my son and the woman I was going to marry gather to eat a breakfast I had made. I finally had a family.
"When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me, all my wildest dreams came true..."