Disclaimer: Meredith is spending Valentine's Day in the ocean. If we owned Grey's she'd be spending it in the shower...with Derek.
I was still reeling. My brain still hadn't caught up to what had happened earlier. I walked into my strangely quiet house and barely noticed, because my brain was too loud. Somehow Lucas and I had started to bond, I actually understood why Lucas hated me. And I didn't hate him. Because I knew how he felt, I knew because he had tried to do what he was accusing me of doing. I understood him.
Lucas and I weren't that different. We both wanted a family. We both wanted the best for Dillon. And we were both flying blind as fathers. It was amazing that we had both lost our fathers at a young age, and I suddenly understood that we were both over compensating. That we wanted to be the fathers neither of us had had. "Hey," Meredith smiled as she came into the living room.
"I had the strangest day," I told her as I waked over and gave her a quick kiss hello.
"Oh?" she raised her eyebrows. "Interesting patients?"
"No, just the usual. However, I had an interesting talk with Lucas," I told her.
"Oh God," she sighed. "I'm sorry. What'd he say now? You didn't tell him about the baby, did you?"
"Dillon told him about the baby," I smiled in apology.
She rolled her eyes. "I figured he would. I was just hoping I'd reach him on his cell before he picked up Dillon today."
"He says congratulations by the way," I filled her in.
"He said what?" she stared at me, her eyes wide.
"Congratulations," I nodded. "Told you, strangest day."
"How did that happen?" she asked. "And did he say anything about the custody case?"
"I think he might be dropping that custody case. He said something about maybe tweaking custody, but I don't think he's planning on taking Dillon. And really, I don't know how it happened," I shrugged, sinking down onto the couch.
She sat down next to me, looking a little overwhelmed. "He's dropping the case?" she whispered. "What did you say to him?"
"I don't know. There was yelling and then there wasn't. He lost his dad when he was 7, did you know that?" I asked her taking her hand.
"Yeah," she nodded. "His mother died when he was in college. But she was never the same after his dad died." She stared at me. "You bonded with Lucas?"
"I did. He's not a bad guy," I told her, although I knew she already knew that. "He just was worried about losing his son to me."
She cuddled into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder. "He's always been afraid of that. He doesn't understand that Dillon loves him."
I nodded my head against hers. "I feel bad for him. Dillon's an amazing kid, and I feel like he's never taken the real chance to know him."
"He's always busy," she sighed. "And I know that's not an excuse though."
"It's definitely not. But I really do think he's trying his best," I told her.
She nodded and sighed, "So he's okay now?"
"I think so. I think he's willing to give this a try, two families and all," I said, pulling her a little closer to me.
"How was Dillon today?" she murmured, she sounded exhausted. Or maybe just content.
"He was good, he's been drawing pictures of fish for his little brother," I laughed.
"Fish?" she giggled. "And we really need to get him to understand he may have a little sister."
"I tried again. He said he'll try to like her if it's a sister, but he's still convinced," I told her.
"What do you want?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.
"I honestly don't care. I want a healthy beautiful baby, that's all," I said, my hand resting on her stomach that was still flat. I couldn't wait till the tiny bump started to appear.
"I figure I should go to the doctor soon," she nuzzled her head. "Know any good OBs?"
"Nancy but she doesn't take family," I told her. "Dr. Montgomery at the hospital is one of the best."
"Maybe I should make an appointment with Dr. Montgomery," she nodded. "Derek, is it bad that I'm scared?"
"No, I'm terrified," I laughed gently. "I'm pretending this scared thing is how we're supposed to feel."
"I did this by myself last time," she said quietly. "At this point in time last time, I was completely by myself."
"You're not alone this time," I pulled her close to me, so close that there was no space between us. "Never alone again. Stuck with me."
"I could think of worse people to be stuck with," she giggled, turning and capturing my lips.
"Hmmm..." I muttered against her lips. "Ms. Meredith Grey I do believe we have an empty house."
"Why, Dr. Derek Shepherd, I think you're right," she moaned as she climbed into my lap, kissing me deeply.
"No couch this time," I said, pushing her back softly. "Bed, we have a bed."
She giggled. "I don't know if I can make it to the bed," her hands reached out to start pulling my sweater over my head.
I removed her hands from my shirt and wrapped them around my neck. "Well then, it's good you don't have to do the walking," I said, as I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up, her legs wrapped around my waist.
"You better not drop me," she giggled again as she started kissing my neck, biting the skin lightly.
"If you keep doing that I will definitely drop you," I said walking towards the stairs.
"Doing what?" she breathed into my ear, taking a nip at my ear before moving back down to my neck, now sucking at the skin right above the neckline of my shirt.
"That, definitely that," I breathed hard, my voice sounding shaky and my knees feeling a little wobbly.
"We could always just have sex right here," she murmured. "Against the wall."
"We could," I nodded, briefly stopping. "But I can't promise lack of injury."
"We could play doctor then right afterwards," she giggled. "No one's home...why be boring and have sex in the bed?"
"Sex with me anywhere is not boring," I told her seriously, as I turned to press her back against the wall.
"Shut up, Dr. Shepherd," she growled as she kissed me hard, her hands gripping my curly hair.
My hands moved from her hips, letting her legs fall to the floor as my fingers traveled to the buttons on the front of her blouse, unbuttoning them one by one, bending over so my lips could follow the path my fingers were travelling. Her skin tasted wonderful, it was so soft under my lips. I loved her skin. Her hands went down to the hem of my shirt, pulling it quickly over my head, her fingers fumbling at the buttons of my white button down the minute the sweater was on the floor. "Derek," she moaned.
"Hmmm..." I moaned, pressing my lips hard against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like red wine and her. My hands found their way to her pants. quickly undoing the zipper and moving her hips over her pants.
"Derek," she suddenly pulled away.
"Yes?" I asked breathing hard.
"Let go," she pulled away, turning her face away from me.
"What? Why?" I asked, concerned at the sudden change.
"Cologne," she gasped. "You're wearing cologne."
"Oh, Mer, sorry," I said stepping away immediately. "I completely forgot. I can go shower."
She nodded and then ran off towards the restroom, her hand over her mouth. I quickly followed her to hold back her hair in case she emptied her stomach. "Sorry," she whispered.
"Mer, you're pregnant with my child. There is nothing to be sorry for," I said, rubbing her back.
"You have to go shower," she breathed. "Please."
"Right, I'm right on that," I said, quickly slipping out of my pants and throwing on the water and stepping into the shower.
I listened to sounds as she dry heaved, already hating myself for continuing my tradition of putting cologne on every morning. I needed to throw out the bottle, or at least hide it until Mer could handle the smell again. I started to wet my hair, closing my eyes against the running water when I suddenly felt a pair of tiny hands running down my back.
"Mer," I whispered turning arond. "You're feeling better?"
"Much," she breathed as she kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth.
"Hmmm..." I said, pulling her close against my erection as I kissed her back just as deeply, silently thrilled that she had brushed her teeth. "A shower is new for us."
"And exciting," she whispered, giggling a little as she bit at my lips.
I reached over and grabbed the soap into my hands again, rubbing my hands together, covering them with soap. I put it back and ran my hands over her, cleaning her body, as she moaned with pleasure. "You're so beautiful, Mer."
"You won't think that in a couple months," she sighed as she dipped her head back.
"Yes, I will," I told her, running my hand over her stomach. "I can't wait until you start showing."
"And the swollen ankles?" she asked. "And the stretch marks? All of that will be sexy to you?'
"All of that will be sex to me," I nodded. "It's my baby."
"I love you," she murmured, pouring shampoo into her hands and rubbing it into my hair, gently. As I closed my eyes, I suddenly had the thought that in eight months, Meredith would be rubbing shampoo into our baby's soft, fine, hair, and I couldn't help but smile.
"I love you too." And god it was true, there is nothing in this world that had ever been more true. As she rubbed the shampoo out of my hair I pulled her lips close to mine again.
She deepened the kiss, her soft hands on my chest, pushing me under the water. She found the washcloth and poured some body wash onto it, rubbing the soft cloth over my body, still kissing me.
"Hmmm...:" I murmered, loving the material rubbing against my skin. Something about the face cloth was so fully erotic. Her hand traveled to my erection, stroking up and down gently with the washcloth. "God, Mer."
"Still want the bed," she breathed as she continued to stroke my erection, soon dropping the cloth and using her fingers.
"No," I gasped. "You. Just you." I pulled her close, causing her hand to fall to her side as I kissed her hard.
I pushed her against the wall of the shower and kissed her deeply, massaging her breasts gently, knowing they were extremely sensitive. She moaned in ecstacy and continued kissing me before pulling away, her breathing labored. "How do we do this?" she panted as I coninuted massaging her breasts.
"You've never done this before?" I laughed, running my hands through her wet hair.
"Never," she giggled. "Does that make me a prude?"
"You are definitely not a prude," I said kissing her again and turning her around. I kissed the back of her neck. ""Luckily I have some experience."
"Der," she breathed. "What...God..."
"Hmmm," I moaned, bending her over slightly and slipping inside her. God, she was tight, she fit me perfectly. My hands found her breasts and I gently masaged them. I didn't move, I just stayed in her, stayed where I was. "Mer..."
"Derek," she moaned as I continued massaging her. "Derek, please..."
I started to move slowly behind her, slowly and gently, reveling in the tiny gasps that were escaping her mouth everytime I pushed deeper into her. "Meredith," I breathed, pushing harder into her but holding onto the same slow pace as the water splashed over us.
"Derek," she gasped, her body already tensing. I had heard long ago that pregnant women were more sensitive, and Meredith's moans and gasps were confirming it for me. "Derek, god, please."
I began to rock back and forth faster, moving gently but quickly. My hands moved to her hair and I gently pulled it back, loving the way it caused her to moan my name. I felt her body shake slightly, so I began to move faster, wanting to bring her to the edge.
She moaned as her body tensed, and then released, shaking as an intense orgasm came over her. She whimpered as she climaxed, her breath coming in short, ragged spurts. "Oh God," she gasped.
Her body spasmed around me, causing my pace to pick up, my movements to become more harsh, as I felt my own orgasm coming on. God, she was perfect, everything about her was perfect. I yelled her name as I came, pulling her closer as my body shook.
Her body was still shaking, tensing up again once or twice as her body succumbed to a couple more orgasms. We said nothing as we both came down from the high, the water sliding off our sweaty bodies. I held her close as I caught my breath, still unable to believe how intense our shower sex was.
"That was amazing," I breathed out, my breath still shaky.
"Very," she nodded, her breath still labored. "That was...um..."
"I love you, god I love you," I said, kissing her hard.
"I love you too," she said, kissing me back.
"How do you feel about having a team full of children?" I asked her as we stepped out of the shower. "Because that was amazing, I like pregnant Mer."
She giggled a little as she grabbed a towel and began drying me off. "Let's get through this pregnancy before planning another, okay?" she asked, kissing me lightly.
"If you insist," I laughed, reaching over to dry her off.
"I also insist we spend the entire weekend in bed," she grinned at me. "You don't have to work, do you?"
"Nope, have next two days off," I smiled at her.
"Good," she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. "Then I say we continue in the bedroom."
I smiled as I followed her. This was my Meredith, my Meredith completely totally back. In the last four days since we had discovered the pregnancy she had been a bit better, but still I could see the stress getting to her. But this giggling girl that led me to her bedroom was my Meredith.
Please tell me what you
like if that feels nice,
Give me a sign,
If you love it I can
do it again
We've got the rest of our lives to
Get it right