40 Weeks
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Week 17
"Okay, Izzie and Meredith. Get your asses over here." Cristina said impatiently as the women looked through the dresses of brides and bridesmaids. They were there to help Cristina pick out a dress.
"What do you think?" She asked as Meredith and Izzie gave Cristina their full attention. Meredith was looking at a white gown, floor length, off the shoulder, with a low cut heart shaped neck and beading down the back. It also had a light pink sash that scooped low on the hips and tied in the back.
" I would never have pinpointed it for something that you would have picked out." Said Izzie quietly, making a circle around the piece of silk.
"But I love it." She decided as she nodded towards Christina.
Cristina grabbed it off the rack. "Okay, I'll try it on then."
Meredith lowered herself in a chair so as to watch Cristina prance around in her stunning gown in comfort. Her ankles were already swelling just a little bit, but it was still good enough to fit into all her normal shoes. She was in maternity jeans and a sleeveless blouse with ruffles down the front from Liz Lange Maternity Wear. She was happy to be getting out of the house and the hospital. She was going back to the hospital to start working her first twelve-hour shift in a few weeks. She was pretty excited, she missed the drama and the patients and the crappy food.
"Okay, do you like the pink sash?" Cristina asked the girls who were studying the gown as Cristina twirled.
"I really do." Commented Meredith. "Its such a pretty color of pink, almost like a coral, but with less orange. I like it. It's bright and pretty."
"I agree." Said Izzie when Cristina looked at her expecting a comment from her as well.
"You like the color a lot?"
"Yes, definitely." The other girls said in unison.
"Okay, good. That's good. Because that will be the color of the bridesmaids dresses that you will don and walk down the aisle in front of me."
"Are you serious?" Meredith asked, excitedly.
"Are you sure?" Izzie said even more excitedly.
"Yes, I am sure. You are my friends, my best friends. And I want you there with."
"Wait, when are you getting married again?" asked Meredith.
"In eighteen weeks today."
"Hahaha." Meredith started laughing.
"What?"
"I'll be thirty-five weeks pregnant."
"Okay, and you'll still have a month to go?"
"Good point, but is that okay? I'll be huge!"
"Meredith, chill, the seamstress will make sure that everything is okay."
"Really?"
"Of course. Now unzip me. We're getting this dress."
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"You are definitely showing." George commented as Meredith slid her scrubs over her head.
"Are you going to keep commenting on my expanding size this entire pregnancy?"
"Probably. It's just, when you were working three weeks ago, you were not that big."
"I've been eating a lot as well." Meredith said motioning to her incredibly snug scrubs. "I'm eating for three." She said grinning.
"You're going to have to get some new scrubs before a few more weeks." George exclaimed as she slid into her lab coat.
"George, remember the whole rubbing in the fat thing?"
"Sorry, I was just pointing out."
Meredith sighed and grabbed her files. Being back at work sure was more exhausting than she remembered it being.
She cautiously walked into the hall, avoiding looking back at the people who were glancing at her belly, and then up to her face . She had mostly gotten used to that. Lots of people were coming up to her, asking the babies' genders, and other questions, but she really didn't have that many answers. She was excited to find out in the next few weeks.
"Derek!" Meredith exclaimed as he went around the corner.
"Meredith, you're with me right?" Meredith nodded. She was going to finish up the very end of this twenty week program.
"Yeah. Where are our patients?"
All of a sudden, Meredith heard a clash coming from the waiting room.
"Absolutely not!" Yelled a man. "You will because I said so. It's all your fault in the first place!"
He was yelling at a teenage girl, and she cowered below his 6'8" height.
"Excuse me sir," Derek said, approaching him carefully. "are you Mr. Jackson?"
"Hell yes I am."
"And you must be Cassandra?" Derek said motioning to the teenage girl, who couldn't be more than sixteen.
"Yes." She said as Derek nodded. "We need to run some tests Cassandra, we heard you had a pretty hard fall earlier."
"She's fine. She'll get over it."
"Nonetheless sir, she needs some tests run, just as a precautionary measure, if you would let us have her for a few hours?"
"Whatever." He mumbled.
Derek nodded. "We'll put her in a room downstairs, we'll come find you when the tests have been run."
"I'm going to get a beer, I'll be back in an hour. I expect that these 'tests' have been run."
Derek just took Cassandra by the elbow and led her back to a room to get changed into a hospital gown.
"Hi Cassandra, I'm Derek, and this is Meredith."
Cassandra nodded. "Thanks , sorry about my dad. He just is under a lot of stress."
"It's fine. How old are you Cassandra?"
"You can call me Cassie. I'm fifteen."
Meredith took a seat beside Derek. "How did you fall? You have a pretty nasty bump on your head."
"It's a long story, I'd really not rather get into it. It's not important."
"We probably should know, so that we can try to help you the best way possible, to rule out other things." Meredith prodded slowly.
"If someone is hurting you, you should tell us, we can help you." Said Derek.
"It was just an argument." Said Cassandra.
"With who?" asked Meredith.
"My dad. Who else?"
"What were you arguing about?" Derek asked carefully.
"I'm pregnant."
Meredith's hands immediately drew near her protruding belly, as she clutched it gently. Trying not to let on that she was "protecting" here babies.
"Okay. How far along are you?" Derek continued asking.
"I don't really know. I took one of those home pregnancy kits, a few weeks ago, and it was positive."
"Have you been checked out?" Derek asked.
"No. I told my dad though. He wants me to get an abortion."
"Is that what you want?"
"No. I want to keep my baby. My boyfriend and I planned it."
Derek tried not to look too surprised as he looked at Cassie in a bit of shock. They planned it? They were only fifteen, he and Meredith were questioning their skills as parents as twenty-year olds, and she was only fifteen!
"You planned it?" Meredith asked cautiously.
"Yes. We wanted a baby, because then we could run away together as a family."
Meredith was trying cautiously to comprehend all this. Derek just looked like he was trying not to look confused.
"You got pregnant on purpose and your dad wants you to have an abortion, but you want to keep it, so you got in a fight and he made you hit your head?" Meredith asked, trying to sort it all out.
"He tried to push me down the stairs."
Meredith cringed. This poor girl.
"Well, Cassie, we'll get an OBGYN to come down and check you out and then we'll get some CT scans of you head, sound good?"
Cassandra nodded. Meredith and Derek stepped out into the hall and stood there for a few minutes as they watched the OBGYN examine Cassie through the glass window.
The doctor slowly pulled up Cassie's sweatshirt/hoodie, exposing a rather large pouch of a bump.
"Oh my God Derek. Look, she couldn't have had an abortion now if she had wanted one. She's at least six or seven months along."
"She hid it very well. I feel so bad; that father of hers is a pathetic man."
"Well, at least I know that you'll never be like that."
Derek smiled and stroked Meredith's belly. He took her hand and led her into the linen closet.
"What are you doing? We're at work, we're on a case. That girl is going to be done with the doctor in a few minutes!"
"It will only take a minute babe, I need you."
Meredith smiled and lay down on the extra cot.
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Okay, I'm so sorry, but that's all I have time for, I know its not my best by far, but review on what you DID like. Lol!