Disclaimer: We want to be funny,we do. But it's Grey's Day. It's THAT Grey's Day. So all we can say is we don't own it.
Yellow. It was the color Meredith and I had decided on for Meggie's nursery. It was the color I had bought at Home Depot a few days earlier. It was the color that was currently on the walls. It was also the color that was covering my six year old son as he attempted to help. I had woken up that morning with the idea that the nursery would be painted by the end of the day, and had enlisted Dill's help. Not one of my better ideas. Working with him had been fun. But well..."Bud, your mom is going to kill me," I groaned.
He was covered in yellow paint. I wasn't even sure how it was possible. Because it looked like someone had turned him upside down and dipped him into the bucket of paint. His previously white t shirt was now completely yellow. "Why?" he grinned at me.
"I don't think she wants a yellow son," I laughed.
He giggled and then looked at the wall he had been working on. There definitely wasn't very much paint on the walls. "My teacher says I'm a very good painter," he told me.
"And you are, you're very good at painting pictures. Walls...not so much," I replied.
"Holy mother of destruction," Izzie and Meredith came into the room. They had gone out that morning and I had thought it would be nice for Meredith to come home to a yellow nursery. Instead, they stared at Dillon, Izzie being the first to speak. "What happened?"
"I'm honestly not quite sure," I answered, staring at Dillon.
"I'm painting," he grinned at Izzie and Meredith, who seemed to be in complete shock. "Do you think Megan will like it?"
Suddenly Meredith's eyes left her son and swept the now nearly entirely yellow room. "Wow, guys! Megan will love it."
"I did it by myself," Dillon's yellow head nodded quickly. "Daddy Derek helped a little."
"Did he?" Meredith giggled. "You did a good job, Dill."
I rolled my eyes and kissed Meredith quickly. "You shouldn't be in here," I told her.
"What? Why?" she asked, confused as I tried to guide her out of the room.
"The fumes, Mer," Izzie nodded. "Alex did the same thing to me. It's completely ridiculous."
"It's not, fumes aren't good for babies," I argued, pressing my hand on her stomach. "Besides we're nearly done in here."
"Doesn't look like it," she giggled. "Unless Dillon is now a part of the room."
"I thought he'd make a good installation piece," I answered in an entirely flat tone, nodding solemnly.
"Oh, definitely," Meredith nodded. "I see that surgeon's brain of yours is also good for interior decorating."
"It could be a whole new career for me if this chief thing gets tired," I laughed.
"You and Dill would make a great team," she laughed, kissing me.
"Now you. Downstairs. And open some windows," I ordered.
"Derek," she rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Just let me look at it, really quick."
"Five seconds, you have five seconds," I answered.
"Fine," she smiled as she walked into the room, walking around slowly, her hand on her stomach. "This room is huge. How are we ever going to fill it?"
"That stuff we keep talking about getting might help," I said, slipping my hand in hers.
"That's true," she nodded. "But it's still going to look empty."
I smiled slyly at Izzie. "We could have a baby shower. Be given a whole bunch of useless stuff we don't need. Do girly things."
"No," Meredith shook her head. "Definitely not. No baby showers. No girly things. People can give us a whole bunch of useless stuff we don't need without the cookies shaped like baby rattles."
"I like cookies shaped like baby rattles, Mer," I argued.
"Mark's right," she rolled her eyes, "you're such a girl. And don't give Izzie ideas. No diaper cakes or cookies shaped like baby rattles or pink streamers and balloons. Do you hear me, Izz?"
"Loud and clear, Mer," she nodded, winking at me the second Meredith's back was turned.
"Dill," Mer said to her son, walking towards him, "I think that's enough painting for today. Daddy Derek will finish. Let's give you a bath."
"But I have to finish. Daddy Derek needs my help," Dillon whined.
"You know what?" Meredith smiled at him. "You did such a good job, I think Daddy Derek wants to try by himself. Let's see if he's better than you."
"He's not," Dillon said. "But he can try."
Meredith laughed. "You're right. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Or your dad is going to kill me when he picks you up tonight."
"Okay," Dillon nodded and then turned back to me. "Daddy Derek come and get me if you need any help."
"I will, bud," I nodded seriously.
Meredith and Dillon left the room, chattering about how much fun painting had been. I immediately turned to Izzie. "You're on this, right?" I asked.
"Oh completely," she smiled. "I even sent out the invitations. And your sisters have been so helpful. She has no idea, right?"
"None," I grinned. "She's going to be furious."
"She really will," Izzie laughed. "But it was your idea. I only baked. And sent out invitations. And planned it all."
"She'll love it, she really will," I nodded. Meredith would. She didn't think she wanted one, but I knew Mer. She had her tough shell but once you cut through it, she was just as soft as Izzie.
"I just hope Cristina doesn't let it spill," Izzie said as she picked up a paintbrush. "She can't keep a secret."
"I'll offer her surgeries to keep her quiet. That should work," I laughed.
"She hates neuro," Izzie laughed. "And I have to know, how'd you get Mer to register for gifts?"
"I pointed out that regardless of a shower or not people would get us things. And that if we didn't register she'd get stuff she didn't want," I shrugged.
"Very smart," Izzie giggled. "Alex says we're going to get slaughtered."
"Karev is a coward," I laughed. "She's not going to kill us. We're her family. She can't kill family."
"I don't know," Izzie smiled a little. "Her pregnancy hormones could cause her to become violent. If that happens, it's all on you."
"I can take her tiny ineffectual fists," I said, spreading some more paint over the wall.
We worked in silence for a few minutes, Izzie painting over Dillon's meager strokes. "You know," she said, stopping. "We're really happy for you guys. I don't know if you know that. But all of us are."
"Thanks Izz," I nodded. "We feel kind of bad. We've been so busy with my mom that we haven't had a lot of time for Mer's side of the family recently."
"Yeah, Cristina told me," Izzie nodded. "How's she doing?"
"Better," I smiled. It had been a week since they took out the breathing tube and she seemed better. The chemo was knocking her down, but things seemed to be looking up. "She's going through some intense chemo, but we're hopeful."
"She'll survive it, Derek," she smiled encouragingly. "I know she will."
"Thanks Izzie," I nodded.
"And just so you're forewarned," she started painting again, "Cristina has plans to kick your ass the next time the two of you are alone."
"What? Why?" I asked, a little worried.
"Cristina is Mer's person," Izzie explained. "You know that right?"
"So Meredith tells me," I nodded slowly.
"You hurt Mer," she stated. "You hurt her and that means Cristina has to kill you. I think she may actually hate you right now."
"But...it's fixed. Mer and I, we're good. I apologized, Mer forgave me," I said, completely confused.
"Mer may have forgiven you, but Cristina doesn't forgive," she said.
"So she's going to hate me for the rest of my life because I hurt Meredith once?" I asked.
"Possibly," Izzie nodded. "Or at least until she kicks your ass."
"And it doesn't affect her that I make Meredith really happy?" I questioned.
"All she knows is that you seriously hurt Mer," Izzie shrugged.
"I made a mistake," I argued. "I'm making it up to her."
"It's Cristina," Izzie sighed. "You try reasoning with her."
"I'm sorry you know. I know she's like a sister to all of you, and I didn't mean to hurt her. I truly didn't," I tried to explain.
"I know, Derek," she smiled at me. "I know that. It's just...she's Meredith. And Dillon's Dillon. We've raised him all together. And Cristina is protective."
I sighed deeply. I probably still deserved whatever it was that Cristina was about to dish out. "I can take it."
"I'll throw down for you," she smiled. "I was raised in a trailer park. I'll kick her ass."
"You'd kick your friends ass for me?" I laughed.
"You make Mer happy," Izzie laughed. "And Cristina's a pain in the ass a lot."
"She is. But don't tell Mer I said that," I laughed.
"Don't tell Mer what?" Meredith asked as she came into the room, soaked with water.
"That umm...I love how you look pregnant," I said, not being able to come up with any better excuse than that.
"You're a terrible liar," she rolled her eyes.
"Which is a good thing," I nodded.
"Why is it a good thing that you're a terrible liar?" she asked. "And what can't you tell me?"
"It's good because it means I can never lie to you. And that was nothing," I said, hugging her.
"Derek, we said no more secrets," she admonished me.
"This isn't a secret, Mer," I pouted.
"You're not telling me," she said. "And you two have been acting weird."
"We haven't been acting weird," Izzie cut in quickly.
"You have," Meredith nodded. "Talking and dragging me out of the house at the crack of dawn. And asking me questions. Weird questions. Like if I like lady fingers. What the hell are lady fingers?"
"Oh, that was nothing," Izzie giggled nervously. "It's just baking stuff, Mer."
"Baking stuff?" Meredith raised her eyebrows at me. "Derek, you bake?"
"Izzie's going to teach me," I answered quickly.
"Why would you need to know how to bake?" Meredith asked as she reached to pick up a paint brush.
"Well you can't, someone in our family should know how," I laughed.
She rolled her eyes and dipped the brush in the paint, going towards the wall. "You are both insane."
"Meredith, no painting," I went over to try to grab the brush.
"Why not?" she asked. "I want to help with my daughter's nursery."
"Do you want to make your daughter unhealthy as well?" I warned.
"Derek, the paint fumes are fine," she turned to Izzie. "You painted with Becky."
"I'm not getting into this one," Izzie said, shaking her head quickly.
"Derek, Izzie painted with Becky and Becky is completely normal," Meredith stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. "I can paint."
I knew that look, that look told me I was fighting a losing battle. "Fine. But you're not spending anymore than an hour in here."
"Fine," she nodded. "So, Izz, what are you doing this weekend?"
"Nothing much. Just..you know...the usual stuff. With the kids, I'm doing stuff with the kids. And well stuff," she mumbled.
"Derek and I were thinking about going dancing Saturday," she said. "You and Alex should come."
"Dancing? You're 7 months pregnant?" Izzie asked.
"Oh, God, don't give me a lecture," Meredith rolled her eyes. "I feel like dancing."
"We've already had this discussion. Apparently being 7 months pregnant makes her more stubborn than usual," I laughed.
"Mer, you're in your final trimester," Izzie stared at her. "You shouldn't be dancing."
"Addie said it was fine. She's my doctor. If she tells me I can dance, I can dance. I'm not some freaking invalid that has to sit with my feet up all night. I don't need to be coddled. If I want to dance, I can dance," she complained.
"What about the Braxton Hicks?" Izzie asked. "You said you're getting them again."
"What? Mer? Braxton Hicks again?" I said, rushing over to her and pressing a hand on her back.
"Thanks, Izz," Meredith sighed before turning to me. "It's normal, Der. It's my body getting ready for labor. They're not even that painful."
"Have you told Addison?" I breathed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you'd panic," she said. "And no, not yet. I just got them today. And I was fine. Izzie, will you tell him that they're normal. And that I wasn't even in pain. Just uncomfortable."
"They're perfectly normal, Derek. And she was fine, she winced a bit and that was it," Izzie nodded to me.
"See?" Meredith turned back to me. "Perfectly normal."
"Are you sure? Should you be sitting down or something?" I asked.
"I'm not having them right now," she assured me. "And I had them with Dillon and he ended up being born two weeks late."
"If you're sure," I said, pressing my hand down on her stomach. "Just watching out for Princess Meggie and her mother."
"You guys are so cute," Izzie smiled hugely.
"It's sickening," Meredith rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "I don't know why I'm with him."
"Because of my irresistible charm," I smiled at her and then pulled her close, kissing her deeply.
"You really are adorable," Izzie gushed.
"Hey Izz," Meredith turned to her friend, an evil smile on her face, "do you want to take Dillon for the afternoon maybe?"
Izzie laughed. "Sure. Becky will be happy to see him."
"Thanks," Meredith nodded. "Dill's in his room. I'll tell Lucas to pick him up from your house." She squeezed my ass.
"No problem," Izzie said, smiling at me. For some reason I knew exactly what was going through her head. That she would give me this afternoon because it was the last one I'd get in a really long time.
The second we heard Izzie leave the house with Dillon, Meredith was taking off my paint splattered shirt, kissing me frantically as she tore it off of me. "You look so hot right now," she whispered in my ear before biting at my ear lobe.
"Hmm..." I mummered, kissing her hard. "Maybe I should paint more often." My hands flew to the hem of her shirt and I pulled it over. "You're so beautiful right now, Mer."
"Definitely paint more often," she nodded, her hands running deftly over my chest as she trailed kisses down, getting down on her knees as she began to undo my fly.
"God Mer," I gasped as she pulled my pants and boxers down her hand immediately grabbing my penis and stroking it gently. She was desperate for me, she hummed with desire.
"Nothing to interrupt us," she whispered as she stroked me. "And I want to repay you for last week." She licked the head of my penis, her tongue swirling around it and I moaned, wondering how the hell I would be able to stay standing.
"Mer," I begged as she took me fully into her mouth. She left her lips near the base, swirling her tongue around me, her hands traveling to my ass and squeezed hard. I buried my hands in her hair, a thought drifting into my mind, wondering if this was okay. If this was good for the baby. I wanted to say something but her tongue swirling around me, her hands grabbing my ass seemed to have rendered me completely and totally speechless. She pulled back slightly, begin to stroke my length with her lips, her pace slow and torturous. She let her teeth graze me just enough to make me gasp. She was so damned good at this, so amazingly good.
I was already shaking as she picked up her pace for a few seconds and then slowed again, repeating this trend as she swirled her tongue again. I struggled to find something to lean against, something to stand against, but as she picked up her tortorous pace, I could only flail meaninglessly as I threw my head back. "Meredith...Mer," I gasped. My knees trembled, my whole body shook with desire as she took me all into her mouth, her hands squeezed my ass harder. "God..." The release, when it came, was amazing and I fought not to fall to the ground as I moaned her name, and pulled her hair a little. "Mer...god...Mer..." My brain was entirely unable to form a coherent though.
Meredith pulled back as my body still trembled a devilish smile on her face as she trailed kissing along my thighs, soft kisses that sent shivers through my body compare to the heat from minutes before. "Jesus, Mer," I panted. "Are you...uh...trying to kill me?"
"Definitely not," Meredith giggled, moving up my body, pressing soft kisses over my feverish skin. "I'm not done with you," she said, reaching and undoing the claps of her bra, removing it entirely.
I could only stare at her, at her beautiful pregnant body as he kissed me hard. "Mer," I whispered as she pulled back. "This is our daughter's room."
"Right now it's a big yellow empty room," Meredith answered, her voice husky as her hands moved to her fly and she undid her pants, sliding them down, stripping in front of me.
"No," I shook my head. "It's our...our..." She was amazing.
She pressed her body against mine and kissed me hard, wrapping her fingers through my hair, as her tongue found mine. My hands subconciously moved to her breasts as she gently pulled away. "No?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Not in here," I shook my head, my hand moving now to her stomach, where our daughter was moving aggressively, just as she always did whenever Mer and I did anything sexual at all.
"What happened to my daring, adventerous fiance?" she pouted before kissing me hard again, taking my growing erection in her hands.
"Mer," I moaned, half in protest, half in desire.
She moved my penis against her, rubbing it gently against her clit. "Right here, on the floor," she demanded.
I moaned again, wondering what the hell had gotten into her. "Mer, I want to," I nodded. "But the fumes...and your back."
"We'll be quick," she said, her lips traveling to my neck, gently biting it. "Please? Please?"
I caught her lips against mine, nibbling at her bottom lip. "Our bedroom."
"Derek..." she said seriously. "We're Meredith and Derek. We don't have sex in our bed."
"When you're seven months pregnant we do," I replied.
"But Der," she said, leaning over and whispering in my ear, her breath hot against it. "I want you. Here. Now."
"God, Mer," I whispered back, "so do I. But..."
"But nothing," she whispered, biting my ear. "Now."
"Meredith," I sighed. The news about the Braxton Hicks had me worried about her, and I had the feeling that having sex in a fumes infested room on the floor would definitely not have Addison smiling.
"Derek," she said, pulling back slightly, frowning. "Never mind...I get it."
"Good," I nodded, smiling. "I'm glad you get it." I took her hand and tried to lead her to the bedroom.
She pulled her hand back, leaning over and starting to pick up her discarded clothes. "I'm 7 months pregnant, I can't...I shouldn't have expected things to stay the same. I'm fat and pregnant."
"What?" I asked, whipping around to stare at her. "Mer, what are you talking about?"
"You don't want me anymore, I get it. I do. I wouldn't want me either," she mumbled, making a move to put the shirt back on.
"Woah, woah," I took the shirt out of her hands and grabbed her shoulders. "Mer, you're beautiful. Gorgeous. Of course I want you. God, I don't want you less, I want you more."
"No, Derek. You don't have to be nice about this. I get it," she whispered, moving to get the shirt back from me.
"No, you don't get it," I said. "And I'm not being nice. You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen." I leaned forward and kissed her, moving my fingers down to gentle stroke one of her nipples. "If it were up to me, we'd do nothing but have sex."
"You just turned down sex, Derek," she pointed out.
"I turned down having sex in here," I smiled. "In this room. Any other room, fine."
"But I want it in here," she pouted.
"Mer," I sighed, my hand going to her stomach, "you and Meggie are my top priorities right now. And this room has fumes in it. And you're having false labor pains again. And don't pretend that your back doesn't hurt. I want you to be comfortable."
"But we don't have sex in beds, Der. This is us. This is how I ended up like this in the first place," she said, chewing lip.
"Mer, let me take care of you," I smiled. "I promise, once Meggie is born, we'll never have sex in a bed ever again. But right now, I need to make sure that when I'm making love to you, the two of you are healthy and comfortable."
She smiled at me, her eyes bright as she wrapped her arms around me. "I love you."
I inhaled the scent of lavender as I buried my head in her hair. "I love you too," I whispered.
"Since you want to be a boring old man you might as well take me to bed," she rolled her eyes.
"I'll show you boring old man," I laughed as I kissed her hard and started stumbling out of the room, my hands tangled in her hair.
We stumbled to our bedroom, our lips smashing together, the passion of before quickly returning. No word I had said to her had been a lie. She was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. She was mine and she was perfect. And now that Dillon was taken care of, I wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed.
We fell onto the bed together and she kissed me hard before turning onto her side. We had realized two nights earlier that sex the usual way was becoming impossible due to her belly, and had discovered that if I entered her from behind, well, it was good fun for both of us. My hand wrapped around her, resting on her breast, my fingers teased her nipple. My mouth traveled to her throat, pressing light kisses on it as I pushed myself inside her. She arched her back against mine and moaned my name as I slipped in and out of her, teasing her nipple with my fingers, trailing kisses from her neck to her shoulders as I created a soft rhythm, paying her back for the tortorous pace she had taken in the nursery.
"Mer," I breathed, as her legs trembled around me. I pushed deeper inside her, feeling her tighten up around me as her breath became shallow.
"Derek," she panted as I pushed further into her, loving the way her body hummed with anticipation with each thrust. I was close to breaking point, I could feel myself tighten with my orgasm but I bit it back, needing to hold myself back, needing to bring Meredith to that point before I finished. She arched her back against me, tightening around me as she moaned my name, turning her head to kiss me hard as she finally came, moaning into my mouth. Seconds later I moaned her name as I released inside of her.
I slipped out of her and pulled her closed, holding her tightly as she steadied her breathing. My hand found its way to her stomach and I smiled as I felt our daughter kicking. "She definitely doesn't like that," I laughed.
"Hmmm," Meredith nodded as she put her hand over mine. "Definitely not."
"I don't want to move ever again," I moaned pulling her closer.
"Me neither," she murmured. "Let's stay here forever."
"I wish we could," I whispered kissing her neck.
"Der," she sat up and then turned, resting on her side so that she was facing me, "are you scared?"
I looked at her for a second before nodding. "Yeah, you?"
"A little," she admitted. "I had a nightmare, last night."
"What happened?" I asked, running a comforting hand over her hair.
"I had them when I was pregnant with Dillon" she sighed. "That something would be the matter. Something scary and unfixable."
"We'll be fine. We have each other," I told her, wrapping her hand in my own.
"Two months," she whispered. "We're not ready."
"We have time, we have a lot of time," I reassured her.
"Not really," she shook her head. "What if she comes early?"
"Meredith, stop worrying. Maybe we're not ready. Maybe she'll come early. But we will get through this. Our family will get through this," I nodded.
She nodded slightly and then looked down at our entwined hands. "I never thought I'd be having another baby. I thought Dill was it for me."
"I never thought I'd be having a baby. I never thought I'd get any of this," I sighed.
"Why not?" she asked. "You're a reasonably attractive guy."
"Who's been too hooked on his career to notice that my life had been passing me by. When I finally looked up...there you were," I smiled.
"You're so cheesy sometimes," she smiled as she kissed me. "And in less than a year, you got a fiancee, a son, and a daughter."
"I never thought I'd be this lucky," I whispered.
"I love you," she said, her hand squeezing mine gently.
"I love you too," I replied.
"Der."
"Yes?"
"I'm starving," she smiled at me.
"Of course you are. Order in or do you want me to cook?" I smiled back.
"I want Chinese," she stated.
"You don't like Chinese," I said, giving her a strange look.
She nodded and then put her hand on her belly. "I think Meggie does."
"Chinese it is," I said, rolling over to grab the phone from the side of the bed to call the restaurant.
After I called the restaurant, I pulled her back into my arms, amazed by how right this felt, by how happy I was. This all felt so surreal, because, well, it had happened so quickly. One minute, I was the head of neurosurgery at Seattle Grace. The next, I was engaged to the most amazing woman I had ever met and we were expecting a baby. But it felt right. The past year just felt right.
"I'll never mess it up again, let it slip like grains of sand…"