Hey! I am sorry that it has been so long since I have updated. Its been a really, really hard few weeks. You have no idea. But, its here now! Okay, so I cant believe I let my story get to # 87, like, 86 people have updated, and I haven't. haha. Oh well. Here it goes!

40 Weeks

A/N: No Addison, we're pretending she never existed, and I don't own anything!

Week 12

Three months. That's how long Meredith had been pregnant. As soon as they had gotten past yesterday, the 12 week date, they had told more people, and Meredith and Derek were going to the assisted living house to tell Ellis.

"Derek, I really don't think that she is going to be coherent."

"I don't care. I really want to meet your mother."

"Trust me, you really don't want to meet my mother."

"Meredith, lets just go."

"She doesn't even know who I am. Or, if she does, she'll yell at me, like I'm still fourteen years old."

"Bad fourteen-year old memories?"

"You have no idea."

"I'm sure that it cant be that bad."

"You just wait." Meredith said with a laugh, as she locked the front door, and held Derek's hand as they walked down to the car.

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"Mom?" Meredith said as the elderly lady turned to face her and Derek.

"Meredith?" Her mother asked carefully.

"Yes, mom. Its me. You remember!"

"Meredith, stop bothering me, I have to leave for the hospital in just a few minutes."

"Mom, I rescheduled your surgeries for today, we're here to see you. Actually, there are a few people you need to meet."

"Meredith, I already told you, you are fourteen years old, stop snacking on that junk and do your homework! You said you wanted to be a surgeon? You're going to need top grades for that. Get moving. I wont be home tonight."

"Mom, um, this is Derek. He is my fiancée. He is a surgeon just like I am training to be. He is a neurosurgeon."

"Meredith, You are overweight, that's what the doctor said, and you need to lose about 60 pounds in the next year or so. So, please stop eating."

Meredith cringed. "Mom, I'm pregnant."

That, seemed to actually go through to Ellis.

"WHAT?"

"Pregnant. Its twins."

"You are not pregnant."

"Yes, I am mom."

"You cant be, you are only fourteen years old, and your school had the abstinence talk. You are not pregnant. You are a disgrace to the family."

"Mom, I'm twenty-eight, and engaged. I have a wonderful fiancée, Derek. This is Derek mom."

"Does Richard know about this?"

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Thatcher. Does Thatcher know?"

"You said Richard. Were you talking about Richard Webber?"

"No, and besides, you couldn't know anything. You are only fourteen years old."

"Mom. Please."

"No, I will not house a pregnant, unwed, teenage mother who is overweight and has dreams that are way too high of expectations. Get out."

"Mom, please, you aren't listening, Derek. This is Derek."

Derek touched Meredith's arm. Meredith, maybe we should come back another day.

"No, we shouldn't. Its always like this. She never understands, she isn't living in the same time period, and she brings up bad memories."

"Excuse me," said a nurse, and Meredith turned to face her. "I'm sorry, you are upsetting Ellis terribly, is it possible you could come back another day?"

Derek wrapped his arm around the silent Meredith. "Yes, that would be fine." He answered, leading Meredith out of the building.

Tears welled up in her eyes as they drove over the bridge, overlooking the ferry boats.

Derek stopped at the place where they could rent a small ferry boat for an hour, and paid the man.

Helping Meredith into the small vessel, he made sure that she was okay.

"So, that was a lot of stuff going on back there. You wanna talk about it? What was she talking about?"

Meredith took a deep breath, and turned to Derek. "When I was fourteen, I was in the end of I guess eighth grade. I had had a really bad year, my friends had gotten horribly mad when I was going to another high school, and I didn't have anyone. I was about 60 pounds overweight, and my dad had left. I didn't have anyone. My mom was always at the hospital, and I just realized that she was apparently having an affair with Richard. Thatcher, my dad, hadn't called, or written, just up and left. It hurt, I was alone all the time, and I didn't have friends, good grades, or much hope. Every dream I had, my mother put down."

The tears flowed down Meredith's small face.

"Well you look great now, for one. Two, I'm proud of you Meredith. You're really strong. And, you can do anything you put your mind to, you got into Seattle Grace's Intern Program. One of the best in the country. That's amazing with such little support, and you're trying to care for your mother. That's great too."

"Thanks, Der. And I know, its gotten better than when I was a kid, but still. My mother was never my favorite person, even on her good days."

"I love you Meredith. That's not going to change just like your mother. But I'm here for you."

Meredith leaned her head against Derek's chest, and they continued their ferryboat ride.

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George sat in front of the kitchen window, watching the man clean up the glass, and replace the window.

"Are you sure you don't know what happened?" The man asked George again.

"No. All we saw was a truck drive off, and this lovely rock that landed in the sink." George said holding up the rock.

"Yeah, well, someone's got a grudge against you man."

George rolled his eyes.

"Who do you think it could be?"

George was getting a bit fed up. This man was all up in his business, when his only business was to fix the damn window.

"I don't know. I'm a surgical resident. I have many enemies."

"Ah, the competition."

"Yeah." George replied quietly. How would this guy know anything about the competition?

"The beginning is always the worst. You just have to get the respect."

"Oh?" George asked.

"Yeah. I was a surgical resident, until there was an accident, and hands got shattered beyond repair. I've gotten the use out of them back, but not fully,and not accurately enough to go back into surgery, or any form of medecine for that matter."

"I'm really sorry." George said with compassion.

"Yeah, well, I had to leave anyways, I cheated on my wife with another resident, and it just got out of hand. Both women left me, to say the least."

George nodded. "I definitely get that."

"You a cheater?"

"No, my resident ex-girlfriend. I caught her in bed with another doctor."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure that hurt. Could she have done this?"

George nodded. "Yeah, but I don't think she would have. She's not really like that. She's always been pretty nice."

"Being caught cheating brings out the worst of everyone. She probably felt a lot for you, but its just so stressful sometimes, the job. And you just want to go and find some release. Sometimes, that's something in the form of breaking a "rule" like not cheating, or not flirting. Sometimes its drinking. People deal differently, except for those who really make it. They have gifts, ways of dealing that don't involve hurting people. Most of the time. There are certainly exceptions."

George nodded. He could definitely think of exceptions at Seattle Grace.

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"Alex." Izzie said as she pulled her skirt back on.

"That was great."

"Yeah. It really was. I wouldn't think that we could get it done that quickly."

Alex chuckled. "I am a walking sex machine now that I am with you. I am capable of much."

Izzie laughed. She really hoped that he wasnt just keeping her around for the sex. That would hurt.

"Should we go back out?" They were in the restaurant maintenance room. She really hoped that no one would need a mop or broom any time soon.

"Yeah." Alex said tying his tie back.

Izzie adjusted it sweetly for him, gave him a kiss, and took his hand as they walked back into the busy, and happy atmosphere of the restaurant.

Sitting back at their table, Izzie and Alex canoodled in the candlelight.

Izzie, however did have some reservations.

"How long have we been together?"

"Four months."

"Where do you see us in a year, or two years?"

"Izzie, we aren't in like couple's therapy. We're out at dinner."

"Im serious though, Alex. I don't want to put all my time, and love into this relationship to have it work out horribly in a few weeks, or months. Do you see yourself spending the rest of your life with me, or not?"

"I plan to live a long time…"

"Yes, well, so do i."

"Izzie, I really do love you. I really know I do. But, I am being committed to you, and only you, right now. And its going to stay that way for now. I don't want to plan our children's names, and our wedding flowers right now. That's too soon for me, but I think that we will probably end up together. That's all I can tell you for now though. Okay?"

Izzie nodded. "That's all I needed."

Alex nodded, and gave her a kiss behind her ear. "I do love you though."

"I love you to Alex."

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Burke sautéed the vegetables as Cristina looked through a wedding magazine.

"When, exactly, are we going to get married?"

"I was thinking about, maybe Christmas season." Burke said.

"How about October?"

"Why, October?"

"Well, you know, I don't want to get married too close to Christmas."

"Fine, October is fine with me."

"Fine. October 6th it is."

"Wait, we cant do it October 6th."

"Why not?"

"Its my mother's birthday."

"Fine, October 14th."

"That works okay."

"Fine. October 14th."

Burke nodded and continued cooking. She was a very difficult bride-to-be.

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