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I woke up to sun streaming through the windows. That wasn't usual. There was never sun in Seattle. And more importantly, I never woke up this late. Usually I was up too early to see what the weather would be like. But not today. Today was good. Dillon still slept beside me, peaceful for once. And beside Dill was his beautiful mother, smiling in her sleep. Life was good. I watched my little family sleep, Dill curled up in a ball, Sam clutched in his arms. Meredith was on her side, her hand resting, even in sleep, on her stomach. I put my hand lightly over hers, so as not to wake her, and thrilled when I felt a small ripple. "Hey, little girl," I whispered, "go back to sleep so Mommy can sleep." I smiled for a moment and then stood up, making my way downstairs to clean up the remnants of last night's dinner.
The place was a mess but I didn't really care. Last night had been wonderful, stressful but wonderful. It was nice having my family together again. Nicer knowing that Meredith had made it happen. And now I had to get this mess cleaned up before Meredith woke up and wanted to do it herself. She was on bed rest and there was no way I was going to let her move. I threw away the food, knowing it was all spoiled anyway, and started doing dishes, amazed that it was ten o'clock. I couldn't even remember the last time I had slept in this late. I was always at work by this time, usually doing a surgery. But now, now, Mer and I were taking a few months off. And Dillon was on summer vacation. I could sleep in. "Der?"
"Meredith?" I said turning around. "You are not supposed to be up."
She waved her hand. "Coming down the stairs to find my missing fiance and get a glass of milk isn't technically breaking bed rest," she said. "Addison just didn't want me over exerting myself."
"You could have just yelled," I told her, heading to the fridge to grab the milk for her.
"Dill's sleeping," she shrugged. "And I'm not going to yell for you every time I need you. I can walk around. I feel fine."
"Meredith, you're on bed rest," I told her, handing her the glass of milk and starting to lead her back upstairs.
"But I don't want to stay in bed," she whined. "I'll go crazy. Come on, Derek, let's just stay down here. Really, I feel great. No pain."
"If you want to stay down here, you are staying on the couch. We can watch movies all day or something," I said, turning her towards the living room.
"Seriously?" she stared at me. "You seriously want me to just lay down all day?"
"Mer, it's not about what I want. I want to ravage you on the counter again. However, Addison wants you to lay around all day. And she's the baby doctor," I laughed.
"Oh," she breathed, stopping the middle of the hallway to kiss me deeply. "I like the way you think. You're a doctor too, you know."
"Brain doctor. I'm a brain doctor. Addison is a baby doctor. And she said bed rest. So well... bed," I said, trying to guide her to the couch.
"I can think of fun things to do in a bed," she breathed, reaching up to take off my t-shirt.
"Meredith, no. Bed rest means no sex," I told her, moving her hands away from my shirt.
"What can I do then?" she sighed, staring at me, her hand on her hip.
"You can rest and take care of my princess," I smiled, my hands lnading on her stomach.
She covered my hands with hers. "She's been moving a lot," she whispered. "She woke me up."
I laughed and crouched down to look directly at her belly. "Princess, I told you not to wake her up."
She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair. "What do you think she'll look like?" she asked as I kissed her stomach.
"Hopefully just like you, but with my hair," I replied, stretching back up to kiss her.
"She'll have your eyes," she smiled. "And your hair. Maybe your smile."
"As long as she doesn't have my nose. We don't need Dill thinking his little sister has a funny nose," I laughed, leading her to the couch again.
She giggled and laid down. "You have to sit with me if I'm going to have to stay on the couch all day. Though...maybe I want to be in the bed instead. Once Dillon wakes up."
"I'm going to finish cleaning up and then I will be yours for the rest of day," I said, pressing my nose against hers.
"Mommy? Daddy Derek?" Dillon came into the room, his hair in all directions, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Hey bud!" I greeted him. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Sam and me are hungry."
"Well then, we have to get you and Sam some breakfast," I said, patting Meredith's knee and getting off the couch.
"Mommy too," Dillon said.
"Definitely Mommy," I nodded.
"Can I watch toons?" he asked, his thumb going up to his mouth.
"Dillon, hun, don't suck on your thumb. You haven't done that since you were little," Meredith ordered.
"I saw Sullivan's little sister doing it," he said. "Will my little sister suck her thumb?"
"Maybe," I answered. "But big boys, big boys that are getting their own play rooms, big boys don't suck thumbs."
He shrugged and turned on the tv, changing it to Nick Jr. "Derek," Meredith said, standing up, "I'm going to come help you with breakfast."
"Meredith, bed rest does not involve making breakfast," I argued.
"Derek," she said, giving me a look, "I'm helping you with breakfast. So Dillon can watch cartoons. And we can talk." She stressed the word talk.
"Okay, but you do exactly what I ask, even if it involves sitting down," I nodded, my arms crossed.
"I will," she nodded, taking my arm and leading me to the kitchen, sitting down in a chair and propping her legs up. "See? Feet up. Not moving. Resting."
"Good," I said, starting to grab the ingredients for pancakes. Today was a pancake today. "So talk."
"I'm worried about Dill," she stated.
"The thumb sucking?" I asked.
"The thumb sucking, the tantrums," she sighed. "I talked to your mom about it yesterday because she saw him sucking his thumb. He's almost seven, Derek. He shouldn't be sucking his thumb or throwing tantrums. Anyway, your mom said you did all of those things when Erin was born."
"I did?" I winced. Erin and I were the same age apart as Dillon and the baby. And the idea of a seven year old me sucking my thumb was not pretty.
"Yes," she nodded. "She said she even took you to a doctor who said it was called regressing or something."
"Regressing? Did she have any advice on what we should do?" I said, measuring out the milk.
"She said we had to nip it in the bud," she giggled at the phrase. "Because she said you were even climbing into cribs and acting like you couldn't talk anymore. She said we should involve Dill in all of the plans."
"I most definitely didn't do any crib climbing. She's confusing me with my twin brother, he died," I laughed. "And we can do that, involve Dill on all of our plans. Why wouldn't he be involved?"
"Of course you didn't," she rolled her eyes. "And she said really involve him. In everything. Picking a name. Doctor's appointments. Shopping. Everything. We have to make him feel like a big boy."
"We can do that," I nodded, thinking of the list. "Name. We need a name."
"We do need a name," she smiled, her hand resting on her stomach."
"Today. The three of us are picking a name today," I nodded, stirring the batter.
"It took me most of my pregnancy to come up with a name for Dillon," she laughed. "A day is really ambitious."
"I'm an ambitious person," I smiled. "Remember the chasing? I chased you, I was ambitious. And I got you. So we can name the baby in a day."
"So it was all about the chase, huh?" she asked. "Winning me?"
"It was fun, wasn't it?" I laughed.
"Daddy Derek?" Dillon came in, his thumb back in his mouth.
"No sucking thumbs, bud," I told him.
He shrugged, but kept his thumb in his mouth, taking it only to ask, "Pancakes?"
"Nearly ready. But no pancakes till the thumb comes out of your mouth, only big boys eat pancakes," I said, concentrating on flipping one.
"What if my sister likes pancakes?" he asked, his thumb coming out of his mouth for a minute. "And she sucks her thumb?"
"She won't be eating pancakes until she's a big girl and not sucking her thumb anymore," I explained. I knew that might not be one hundred percent true, but I was lying for a good cause.
"Sullivan says his sister pulls his hair," he told me. "Will my sister pull my hair?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "We'll have to wait till your sister gets here. Which by the way, Mommy and I were talking and we think your sister needs a name."
"Okay," he shrugged.
"So maybe after breakfast the three of us can sit down and decide on one together," I said, looking from Dillon to Meredith, who was just sitting in her chair, smiling at our interaction.
"Fred," Dillon suggested, a small smile on his face.
"We can't name your sister Fred," Meredith laughed.
"Magenta," he said next. "Like on Blue's Clues!"
"Magenta Elaine Shepherd," I said, pretending to actually think of the option. "Doesn't sound right."
"Oh, I don't know," Meredith giggled. "We could call her Maggie."
"Maggie is nice," I nodded. "But Magenta? You sure, bud?"
"Maybe not," he shook his head, frowning. "Mommy, can't we name her after Dr. Grey?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, him looking confused.
"Well, Daddy Derek said my sister's middle name is like his mommy's name," he explained. "So then we can name her like your mommy."
"Oh," Meredith said, panic in her eyes. "I umm...I don't know, Dill. Ellis. Ellis Elaine Shepherd. I don't know."
"Bet it would make her come visit," he said wisely.
"She...she...I don't think, no, she doesn't have to visit," Meredith squirmed in her chair, not meeting my concerned look. I had always known that Mer and her mom's relationship was a lot less than perfect, but never had pressed for details. Now I wondered.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Maybe you're right, Mommy. It sounds funny."
"Any other ideas, bud?" I asked him. I wanted him to come up with the name, I had a feeling it would help a lot.
"Hmmm," he said, scrunching up his face. "Maybe later. What do you think, Daddy Derek?"
"I think later is a good idea. We can all think about it and talk later," I nodded, serving the pancakes, happy to see Dillon smiling again.
"Hey, Der," Meredith looked up at me as I put her pancakes down in front of her. "Could you get me some mayo please?"
"What?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.
"Mayo," she repeated.
"What exactly do you want mayo for?" I asked, giving Dillon a disgusted look causing him to giggle.
"For my pancakes," she shrugged. "I just got a craving for mayo."
"You...want...mayo...on...your...pancakes?" I repeated slowly.
"Yes," she nodded.
"That's disgusting," I informed her, but went to get the mayo anyway. Because I knew Meredith, if I didn't get it, she would. She was on bed rest. Or in her case she was on chair rest.
"Would you rather I ask for sardines?" she asked. "Though, this time I've had weird cravings. With Dillon, I always wanted mashed potatoes. All the time."
"Mashed potatoes is a lot better than mayo on pancakes," I nodded, kissing her quickly as I took my own seat.
Dillon poured syrup on his pancakes and pushed them over to me to cut them. "Mommy, what else?"
'What else what?" Meredith asked, smearing mayo on her pancakes. My stomach turned at the sight.
"When I was in your tummy," he said. "What else did you do?"
"Oh," she nodded. "I wasn't as sick with you. And I talked to you a lot, read to you every night, played music for you. I wanted to make sure you were smart,"
"I am smart!" he grinned.
"You are," she smiled. "Sometimes too smart."
"Why don't you read to my sister?" he asked.
"I do," she nodded and then frowned. "Not as much as I should though. I've been busier this time."
"Can my sister hear us?" he asked.
"No one really knows, bud," I explained. "No one really knows if babies can hear when they are in their mommies tummies. But a lot of people do think they can, that it helps them when they're ready to be born."
He suddenly got a worried look on his face and he frowned, biting his lower lip. "Oh, oh," he whispered.
"What's wrong?" Meredith asked.
"That means my sister heared me call her stupid," he said quietly.
"Oh bud, it's okay. Sisters and brothers call each other stupid all the time. They still love each other," I comforted.
He got down from his chair and went over to Meredith's stomach. "Sorry, sister. I didn't mean to call you stupid."
"She'll forgive you," Meredith said, pulling her son into her arms.
He hugged his mother tightly and then giggled. "Mommy, your tummy kicked me."
"That was your sister," she laughed.
"Really?" he stared at her. "Make her do it again."
"She only does it when she wants to," Meredith explained. "But I'm sure if you keep your hands on my belly long enough you'll feel it, she's pretty busy."
"What's she doing?" he asked, moving his little hands to Mer's stomach.
"Right now, she's moving around a bit," Meredith said, smiling at me.
"It feels funny!" Dillon giggled. "Daddy Derek, you gotta feel it!"
I moved out of my chair and headed towards them, letting my hands cover the part of Mer's belly where Dillon's weren't. I had felt the baby move a zillion times, usually against my own stomach, but Dillon was so caught up in the moment I didn't want to let it pass. "It does feel funny," I nodded in agreement.
"Mommy, does it feel funny?" he asked, looking up at Mer for an unanimous opinion.
"It does feel funny," she nodded.
Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ringing and Dillon took his hands away. "I got it!" he yelled, running out of the room.
I kissed Meredith deeply, leaving my hands on her stomach. "I love you, even though you taste like pancakes and mayo," I whispered.
She smiled and kissed me a little deeper, her tongue slipping into my mouth. "Daddy Derek!" Dillon called. "It's Addson!"
I quickly kissed Meredith again and went to grab the phone. "Addison?"
"Hey Derek," she greeted me. "How's Meredith?"
"She's good. She refuses to stay in bed, but she's sitting down in the kitchen," I laughed.
"No more Braxton Hicks?" she asked after a slight laugh. "Or any contractions in general?"
"She said there's been no pains. And I believe her. She looks relaxed, happy," I smiled into the phone.
"Good," I could tell she was nodding on the other end. "I still want her to come in for some tests though, and an ultrasound, just to make sure everything's okay."
" We will. We're having quite the lazy day, just finishing up breakfast now. The three of us will be in sometime this afternoon," I informed her.
"Okay," she said. "I have half an hour free around one thirty, if you could try to make it then."
"We'll be there. Thanks, Addie," I told her.
"No problem," she replied. "Have a good lazy day. And tell Meredith to stay off her feet."
"I'm trying," I laughed, hanging up the phone and heading back to the kitchen to find Dillon standing beside Meredith, his hands firmly on her stomach.
"What did Addison want?" Meredith asked as Dillon giggled.
"Just checking up on you," I said, starting to clear the plates off the table. "We have to go see her around 1:30."
"Why?" she asked. "I feel fine."
"She just wants to check on you after the scare yesterday," I told her.
Meredith sighed and ran her hand over Dillon's small ones. "I feel fine. I really do. Yesterday, yesterday was weird and strange. But I feel fine now."
"I know, Mer. But you have to get checked. You promised you'd let me take care of you," I reminded.
"Fine," she sighed. "But I feel good."
"I know. And I'm happy. But still, Addison, this afternoon," I nodded.
"Okay, okay," she nodded. "Hey, Dill, you're going to have move your hands, Mom has to go to the bathroom."
Dillon giggled and moved away. "Want to help me with the dishes, bud?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he nodded and moved over to the dishwasher, his hands ready to take a plate off my hands. "Daddy Derek, what name do you like for my sister?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly. It had been so long since I had thought possible that I would one day have children I had stopped thinking. And even now, so much had been happening with Mom, I hadn't had time to think.
"You have to know one name," he said, giving me a look that very much resembled Mer's doubtful look.
"Jennifer?" I asked.
"Hmm," he said. "I don't know. What about Molly?"
"Molly? Hmm...I don't think so," I said.
He was quiet for a minute as he put the dishes in the dishwasher. "Daddy Derek?"
"Yeah, bud?"
"If my mommy had a brother in her tummy, would you name him like your daddy?" he asked.
"Maybe," I nodded. "It would be nice."
"What was your daddy's name?" he looked up at me.
"William," I answered.
"That's a nice name," Meredith came up behind us, sneaking her arms around my waist. "But not good for a girl, I think."
"No, not so much, maybe our next one," I agreed.
"Definitely," Meredith nodded, kissing the back of my neck. "What about Emily?"
"Emily Elaine?" I asked, my voice full of doubt.
"True," she laughed. "Do you have any ideas, Dill? Mommy's bad at this."
"I don't know," Dillon answered, deep in thought.
"Der?" she asked. "I haven't heard any thoughts from you on what to name our very active daughter,"
"I suggested Jennifer but this one didn't like it," I pointed to Dillon. "Rebecca?"
"I got one! I got one!" Dillon suddenly screamed, nearly dropping the plate he was holding.
"What?" I asked, reaching out to steady the plate.
"My music teacher at school is really pretty," he said excitedly. "And her name is Megan."
"Megan? Megan Elaine Shepherd? Mer, what do you think?" I asked.
"I like it," she said. "Actually, I love it. But it's up to you, Der."
"Megan," I said, nodding slowly. "Meggie, my princess Meggie."
Meredith wrapped her arms around my waist again. And suddenly, I felt the familiar feeling of the kick against my back and then Meredith laughed. "I think Princess Meggie likes it."
"You can't call her Princess Meggie," I shook my head. "She's my princess."
"Well fine," Meredith pouted, releasing her arms from my waist and hugging Dillon. "I have a Prince Dill."
"I like being your prince, Mom," he smiled hugging her back.
"You'll always be my prince," she smiled at him. "Now, when are those dishes going to be done?"
"Just finished," I answered putting the last one away. "And you my queen, should be laying down."
"Derek," she sighed.
"Meredith," I responded.
"I'm fine, really," she repeated for the fiftieth time that morning. "This bed rest thing...it's...well...it's a little silly. I'm fine. Megan's fine. We're both fine."
"Meredith, Addison says differently. So bed rest, now," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the kitchen.
"I hate this," she mumbled under her breath
"You should have thought about that before cleaning the entire house yesterday," I told her, ducking from a well place slap.
"I did that for you," she said scathingly. "And what kind of thanks do I get?"
"An entire day of resting in bed?" I suggested rather hopefully.
"Of complete boredom," she shot back. "Doing nothing but resting in bed. I should be at work. You should be at work. Saving peoples' lives."
"We should be here, taking care of our family," I told her, my voice calm, trying not to laugh at her adorable ranting.
"Our family is fine," she shook her head. "Think of all the poor people dying of bizarre brain diseases because you're here making your very pregnant girlfriend lie down all day."
"I'm not the only neurosurgeon in Seattle," I laughed. "Nobody will die of bizarre brain diseases."
"You're the head neurosurgeon," she reminded me and then sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what that was. I really don't."
"I like crazy," I kissed her quickly. "I'm used to crazy."
"So I'm crazy?" she glared at me.
"In the most adorable, lovely way," I tried to save myself.
"So I'm crazy?" she repeated.
I shook my head quickly. "No."
"But you just said I was," she pointed out as I led her up the stairs to our bedroom.
"It was a lie, a joke. You're not crazy. You're...amazing. Yep. Amazing," I said hurriedly.
"So you lied to me?" she asked. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. It looked like the pregnancy hormones were taking control of her emotions.
"It wasn't a lie, Mer. It was a...I don't know," I answered, ushering her into our bedroom.
"Mommy!" Dillon came running up the stairs, effectively saving me from any other mood swings from my fiancee. "Mommy, can I go to Charlie's house for a while?"
"Yeah," Meredith answered, "But be back by one so you can come see Addison with us."
"Okay!" he said. "He has a new tree house we're gonna play in!"
"Be careful," I warned as Dillon tore down the stairs and out the door.
"So...now you're stuck with your crazy fiancee," Meredith said as she laid down on the bed. "You better be careful. You never know what us crazies will do."
"I love you," I whispered, crawling into bed beside her.
"But I'm crazy," she said wildly as she turned onto her side.
"I like crazy. You've met my best friend. I embrace crazy," I said, pulling her close to me.
"I'm carrying your child," she stared at me. "I'm carrying your child and have been through hell and you call me crazy?"
"Mer, relax. I was just kidding around. You're not crazy, you're perfect," I said, nodding as I propped myself on an elbow above her.
"I'm not perfect," she sighed. "My ankles are swollen."
"Because you're carrying my princess Meggie. Makes you pretty damn perfect to me," I said, kissing her.
She deepened the kiss, her fingers reaching up to play with my hair, her tongue slipping into my mouth. "Der," she breathed.
"Mer, I'm not quite sure Addie meant this when she suggested bed rest," I breathed, my hand traveling to gently cup her breast.
"Derek?" she moaned a little.
"Mer, I don't want to hurt you or Meggie," I breathed, kissing her neck.
"We're fine," her hands went down to my sweats, caressing me lightly through the fabric.
"God, Mer," I breathed, feeling myself grow hard underneath her hand. "I just...no sex...we can't...no sex."
"Who said anything about sex?" she asked as she kissed me hard and began slipping my sweats off.
"Hmmm..." I moaned, pushing my tongue far into her mouth. She still tasted like pancakes and mayo but that was okay. She felt too damn good to complain about any taste. Her hand stroked gently over my erection, causing my body to tingle with desire.
She continued her stroking with one hand, gradually picking up the rhythm as she trailed her nails of the other hand against my naked thigh, sending slight shockwaves through my body. "Derek," she whispered in my ear.
I moaned softly as she bit my ear. My hand traveled under her shirt, caressing her soft breast, stroking softy, feeling her body hum with desire.
She quickened her stroking of my erection, stopping for a second as I stroked her nipple and she moaned loudly. "I need you," she moaned.
"Mer..."I breathed hard. "I...I don't know if we should."
She started stroking me again and breathed, "Please, Der. Please. I need you inside me."
"Mer..." I knew it was probably not the best idea but her stroking me like that, I couldn't say no. A man only had so much will power. Besides orgasms were good for relieving stress. An orgasm would be good. I pulled off her pants. "We have to be careful."
She nodded quickly as she raised her hips to me, dragging my lips down to her own as she kissed me deeply. "Please."
I slid inside her, she was wet and ready for me, shaking with desire. I pushed myself deeper into her, more gentle than usual, taking my time, moving slowly, my hands caressing her skin as we began to move together, taking our time. She moaned underneath me as she kissed me, her hands gripping my back with each gentle thrust and rise of her hips. I watched as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, making a sound between a moan and a small pleasured breath, my body responding to the perfection of being in her, of watching her below me as we made love. Her body began to shiver as her orgasm started to sweep over her. Meredith's orgasm was the most familiar feeling in the world, the way her body started to tremble and then tense underneath me. The way she would release suddenly, gasping my name and left panting and shaking in my hands. I craved Meredith like that.
"God, Der," she gasped. Her orgasms were more intense since becoming pregnant, and this one seemed to be no different. She gripped me tightly as if she were holding onto me for support as it came over her, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.
"Mer...Mer..."I muttered back, the spasms of her body pushing me over the edge as I pumped hard a last couple of times as my body released, my own orgasm taking over me, leaving me shaking in her arms.I rolled to the side of her, careful of her belly as I breathed deeply, trying to steady my breathing as she panted next to me, her forehead covered with beads of sweat. Her hands went to her stomach and she took a few steadying breaths. "Wow," she gasped.
"You okay?" I asked, trying to stead my own breath.
She nodded desperately. "I...I," she gasped, trying to steady her breathing. "Bed rest isn't bad," she finally managed with a shaky laugh.
"That was not bed rest," I laughed. "And we're not telling Addison about it."
"You think she's not going to know?" she giggled. "She does my pelvic exam, you know."
"I'll deny it to my dying breath," I stated completely seriously.
"She didn't say no sex," Meredith assured me. "Actually, she told me once that sex is very good for expectant mothers."
"Was that before or after she put you on bed rest?" I asked.
"Ummmm, before," she admitted. "But it was when you were...um...well, you were busy and I was stressed. And my blood pressure was high."
"Well we'll just pretend you were feeling stressed out," I said, moving out of the bed. "We should get ready to go, by the way.'
"I thought I was supposed to stay in bed," she giggled.
"You are impossible. And you do have to stay in bed, but you also have to go get checked out by your doctor," I said throwing a shirt her way.
I turned towards the closet, to grab a pair of jeans when I heard a soft gasp, "Oh."
"Mer?" I turned around, looking at her.
She had her hands on her belly. "Yeah?"
"Is Megan okay?" I asked, walking over, naked and carrying a pair of jeans.
"She's fine," Meredith giggled. "I just think she has the hiccups."
"She has the hiccups?" I asked laughing.
"Yeah," Mer laughed. "It feels very strange. I don't think you can feel it. But she does. I think. And she's moving like crazy."
"I don't think she likes when I have sex with you," I shook my head, slipping on a pair of boxers.
"Well, would you?" she asked. "I mean, seriously. Would you like the idea of your parents having sex while you were in your mom's tummy?"
"I don't like the idea of my parents having sex period," I said, wincing.
"Exactly," she giggled and then get off the bed, pulling on her maternity shirt. "You realize we smell like sex, don't you?"
"Too late to do anything about that," I sighed, hearing the door open downstairs as Dillon let himself back into the house.
Meredith sighed and pulled on a pair of jeans, frowning as she tried to button them. "Ugh," she groaned.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"They don't fit," she stared at the jeans. "They fit last week. Izzie told me I should have gotten the kind you can let out, but I didn't. And now my jeans don't fit. Your daughter is making me fat."
"Mer, you're not fat, you're pregnant. Just throw on sweats or grab a pair of my scrubs," I suggested.
"Now you'll see how terrible I look in scrubs," she laughed as she dug a pair out of our closet, slipping them on and tying them.
"You look sexy," I said, kissing her quickly, before I headed out of the room to find Dillon.
We finally made it out the door, Dillon insisting on taking Sam to see his sister. "Daddy Derek, how come you're not at the hospal today?" he asked.
"I'm taking some time off till Megan comes," I answered. "To take care of your mommy and you."
"Oh," he nodded. "Will Uncle Mark be at work?"
"Yeah, he should be there," I nodded.
"Good," he nodded.
We reached the hospital. It was strange not being here, and knowing I wouldn't be here for a few months. I worked, it's what I did. Since I had finished school I hadn't taken one vacation, it's what made me one of the best. And now I was taking months off, it felt weird.
I ran and get a wheelchair for Mer, not wanting Addie to bitch at me for letting Mer be on her feet. "Seriously, Derek?" Meredith rolled her eyes as she got into the wheelchair.
"If you walk, Addie will yell at me," I shrugged.
"You're such a baby," Meredith sighed as I wheeled her to the elevators, being stopped once or twice by some coworkers.
We reached the floor and headed to Addison's office, chatting together happily, about what we still had to pick up for Megan's nursery and what we would get done when. It felt good. And I felt good about the appointment today. Meredith was relaxed, she was happy. Everything would be fine.
"Hey," Addie came into the room in her scrubs, a couple minutes late, smelling of surgery. "Sorry I'm late. Unexpected complications."
"It's fine. We didn't even notice," I answered, giving Addie a quick hug.
"How are you feeling, Mer?" she asked as she sat down behind her desk, pulling her scrub cap off. "Derek says there's no pain."
"There isn't," Meredith nodded, squeezing my hand. "Today has been good."
"Good," she smiled. "I just want to run a few blood tests, take your blood pressure, and we can do a really quick ultrasound. I have another surgery at 2:45."
"Okay," Meredith nodded, smiling at me. Obviously she was feeling good about today.
"Great," Addison nodded. "So let's get into exam room 11 and we can do this. How are you doing today, Dillon?"
"I'm good," Dillon nodded, smiling broadly. "I named my baby sister!"
"Oh yeah?" Addison grinned. "What's her name?"
"Megan Elaine Shepherd," Dillon nodded proudly.
"That's a beautiful name," Addison said as she opened the door for us, stepping aside as I wheeled Meredith into the room. "Good job, Dillon."
"Thank you," Dillon nodded. And then made a face. "Daddy Derek wanted to name her Rebecca."
"Gross," Addison laughed as she rolled up Mer's sleeve and quickly took some blood. After that was done, she got the blood pressure cuff and quickly took Mer's blood pressure. I expected the usual frown but Addie smiled. "It's good today, Mer. It's excellent actually."
"Really?" Meredith asked, smiling, looking hopeful.
"Really," Addison nodded. "Back down to normal. That's rare, by the way. Usually women with high blood pressure during pregnancy have to go on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. So be happy yours went down."
"Thank god," Meredith sighed. "Bed rest is hell."
Addie laughed and then turned to prepare the ultrasound equipment. "Okay, Mer," she said, "if you just want to lie down, we can make sure that Megan is okay and then you can go back home to bed rest hell."
"Sounds good," Meredith said, shifting in the bed.
She pulled up her shirt and Dillon watched with interest as Addie spread the jelly on Meredith's belly before bringing the probe down, moving it around until an image of our daughter appeared on the screen. I squeezed Mer's hand tight as we watched Addie look at the screen. "Is that Megan?" Dillon finally broke the silence.
"That's Megan," I answered. It felt different now that she had a name. More real.
"Wow," Dillon breathed as he moved around the bed to stand next to Addie. "She's small."
"She's still pretty young, Dillon," Addison answered.
"Is she okay?" Meredith asked, concern tinging her voice.
"She looks great, Meredith. There doesn't seem to be any problems," Addison answered.
"Oh good," Meredith sighed, leaning her head back.
"So we can go home?" I asked.
"You can go home," Addison nodded. "Though, Derek, I do have an infant born with a very interesting spinal deformity I thought you might want to take a look at."
"Can't," I smiled. "I'm officially on vacation. Staying home to take care of my girls and my big boy."
"Good for you," she smiled. "Though, I hear we're getting a very special guest of some sort next week. The Chief will probably ask you to come back." She reached over to turn off the machine. "Say goodbye to Megan, Dillon."
"Bye Megan!!" Dillon said, waving to the screen and then going and placing his hand on Meredith's stomach.
"Okay," Addison laughed, turning off the machine. "Everything looks great. I'll see you in a month, Meredith. But don't hesitate to call me if anything, and I mean, anything, off seems to be happening. Dillon, you have to take care of your mom and sister, okay?"
"Yep," Dillon nodded, obviously taking the role of protector seriously.
"Good," Addison smiled and then looked down at her beeping pager. "I'll see you all later. Mark was talking about dinner sometime soon. But he talks a lot and never does anything, so who knows."
"I'll get on him to plan something," I said, helping Meredith off the table and handing her her clothes.
"Great," Addison said and then grabbed her pager and was out the door in a run, something I hadn't seen her do very often.
"Wonder what's up?" I wondered allowed, waiting for Meredith to return from the washroom.
"Emergcy," Dillon grinned. "Daddy says when he gets a page, he has to run."
"It's true, I'm definitely not going to miss my pager this summer," I laughed.
Meredith came out of the washroom, fully dressed and smiled at me, "I told you everything was good. Now, can we go? And without the wheelchair, please."
"Fine," I laughed, grabbing her hand and heading out.
We were in the elevator when my cell phone rang and my pager went off. I frowned and looked at it, wondering who in the world was paging me, I was off. "Daddy Derek, you've gotta run," Dillon reminded me.
"I don't know," I said gazing at the pager that said 911 and then looking at Meredith. "I'm off."
My cell phone stopped ringing and my pager beeped again, paging me to the ER. "Derek, maybe you should check it out," she said as we walked out of the elevator.
"I will," I answered, grabbing her hand to bring her and Dillon with me.
We walked to the ER and Dillon stared at the people running around and then suddenly, I thought I saw Mark run past me. "Uncle Mark!" Dillon called.
"You guys got here fast," Mark exclaimed sounding relieved.
"What's going on?" Meredith asked, her hand on her stomach.
"It's Mom," Mark responded.
And then suddenly, a curtain was drawn back and I heard thousands of beeping machines as Addison worked to make my mother start breathing again.
It's not fair, I found love...