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I carried Dillon into the house, his arms wrapped tight around my neck as I took him upstairs, lying him carefully on the bed. His temper tantrum had exhausted him, and as I laid him down, he whimpered a little and held Sam closer to him. I smiled as I went downstairs to help Meredith unload the presents from the car. She was carrying in a couple of boxes. "You shouldn't be carrying those," I smiled at her.

"They're not heavy," she shrugged.

"Mer," I sighed, taking the boxes from her, "you're seven months pregnant. You don't need to be lifting boxes."

"I'm fine, Der. Stop worrying so much. They're light, I can lift light boxes," she pouted.

"Go sit down," I told her. "Eat a few cookies. I'll be in in a minute." I kissed her quickly and went out to the car to finish unloading the gifts.

"Are you always going to take care of me this much?" Meredith asked, munching on a cookie as I walked back in. She wasn't sitting down but at least she was eating something.

"Always," I nodded. "I have to take care of my two favorite girls."

'You have a son too," Meredith sighed. "A very unhappy son."

"I know," I frowned. I was worried about Dillon. This wasn't the six year old who had first come to the front door and asked me to paint with him. He wasn't the little boy who woke up every morning with a smile and a hug for Meredith and me. He had become a completely different child, and I was worried about him. But we were trying to include him and he just continued to lash out.

"Should we take him to see someone?" Meredith asked, in a quiet voice.

"I don't know," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "I could ask Kathleen."

"Maybe that's a good idea," Meredith sighed. "It's just...Dillon was a happy kid. Somehow I had managed to raise a happy kid...and now, I don't know what's going on, Der."

"He's going to be okay, Mer," I whispered, taking her into my arms. "He'll be fine."

"I don't want him to be dark and twisty. I don't want him to be me," she whispered into my chest.

"He won't be," I murmured into her hair, gently massaging her back. We stood there for a moment before we heard a terrified scream coming from Dillon's room. Meredith and I exchanged a quick panicked glance before running up the stairs together. I reached the top first and ran into his room. "Dill?"

He was clutching Sam tonight as he slept restlessly, thrashing in bed. "No," he cried. "No."

"Dill?" I asked again, sitting on his bed and grabbing him. "Dill, wake up, you're having a nightmare. Wake up."

"Daddy," he whimpered, clutching me tight. "Daddy."

"It's okay, I'm here," I whispered.

"What's the matter?" Meredith asked, her hand on her belly as she came forward to sit down next to me.

"I don't know," I sighed as Dillon held me tighter.

"Dill," she whispered, putting her hand softly on his head. "Dill, honey, it's okay. Mom's here."

He just whimpered more and tightly curled himself into a ball in my arms. "Dill, what was the dream about?" I asked.

He shook his head and curled further into my chest, his small body shaking as he cried. "Dill, it's okay," Meredith stared at me, worry in her eyes. "It's okay. You can tell us. We'll fix it. Was there a monster?"

He shook his head no ever so slightly but the sobs intensified. I held him closer, protectively, not knowing what else to do. He was obviously terrified. "Dill, say something. Anything."

"Trees," he whispered suddenly.

"Trees? What about trees?" I asked him.

"Scary," he sobbed. "No one was there."

"Bud, it's okay," I rubbed his back. "It was just a dream, we're here now. We'll always be here."

"Gone," he cried into my chest. "You left me. Why?"

"Bud it was a dream," I reassured him. "I will never leave you."

"No Mommy," he buried his face into my sweater.

"I'm not going anywhere, Dill," Meredith whispered, her hand on his back as she gave me a concerned look.

"The trees were scary," he sniffled as he looked up at me, his big blue eyes filled with tears.

"The trees were just a dream, bud," I reminded him.

"I wanna go home," he was obviously still half asleep.

"You are home," Meredith told him.

He clutched my neck tightly. "Daddy."

I didn't bother correcting him. I was his daddy, I was entirely his daddy. And I knew in this situation Lucas wouldn't mind. "I'm here, bud."

"Dill," Meredith whispered, "look at me. Look at me, please. Are you okay?"

Dillon looked her, his eyes full of tears. "It was...scary."

"I know, honey," she nodded, rubbing his back. "I know."

"Dill, bud, what happened in the dream?" I asked. I had gathered the tree bit, and something about Meredith leaving him. But the rest I had no idea of.

"Mommy was walking in the trees," he whispered. "And she told me to sit down and then when she ran away."

"Oh Dillon, it was just a dream," Meredith sighed. I could hear tears in her voice.

"I couldn't find you," he cried. "I couldn't find you."

"I'll always be here," Meredith nodded. "Me and you, we're a team, remember?"

"Not anymore," he shook his head. "Now you have Daddy Derek and my sister."

"Oh Dill," Meredith said as I shifted him so she could hold him tighter. "I love Derek and your sister. But you, I've always had you. You and I will always be a team. No one could change that."

"You don't love me anymore," he whispered.

"Dillon, of course I love you, I will always love you. You are my son. My first son. Your mom's big boy," she whispered.

"Charlie says when my sister's born you won't pay 'tenttion to me anymore," he pulled away from me and crawled to his pillow, shifting underneath the blankets as he held Sam close.

"Charlie is an idiot," Meredith groaned.

"When Charlie's brother was born," Dillon squeezed Sam, "Charlie says his mommy was always tired and she got mad at Charlie a lot. And he says his daddy stopped tucking him in cause he was a big boy."

"We will never do that," Meredith promised. "I won't get mad at you unless you deserve it. And Daddy Derek will always make you into a Dillonrito."

"I'm thirsty," he sighed as he tugged his blanket closer around him.

"I'll go get you some water," I sighed, getting up and leaving the mother and son alone.

I went downstairs and stared at the phone for a minute, trying to keep back the tears that were threatening to fall. Mer and I had to do something to help Dill, because this wasn't healthy for any of us. I picked up the phone and quickly dialed my sister's number. "Hello?" Kathleen answered on the third ring.

"Hey Kath, it's me," I sighed.

"Hey, Der, what's up?"

"Dillon. There's something wrong with him," I told her.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "And shouldn't you be calling his pediatrician?"

"No, I should be calling you. He keeps having temper tantrums. And nightmares about Mer leaving him," I explained. "He thinks that once Megan gets here we won't love him anymore."

"Der, I'm not a child therapist," she said. "But really, it's an easy problem to solve. He needs reassurance. All the time. You need to involve him."

"We're trying," I sighed. "I just don't know if it's helping."

"Der, with everything that's been happening, with Mom and Meredith being pregnant and his dad being engaged, he's a little overwhelmed," she said.

"I know, I get it. It's just...he's my son. I'm worried," I said.

"I know, Der," she soothed. "Have you asked him to help you with the nursery? Does he feel the baby? What about doctor's appointments?"

"We've done it all. He painted the nursery, he always has his hand on Mer's belly and he loves going to see Aunt Addison," I sighed.

She thought for a moment. "Okay, Der, first of all, you need to explain to him all the responsibilities he's going to have as a big brother. And take him to those classes Nancy mentioned. The sibling classes. Promise him when Megan is born he'll be able to help and hold her. And explain everything to him. Everything that's going to happen, so he feels like you're including him."

"Okay," I nodded. "Okay."

"And have Meredith sit down with him and show him pictures from when he was a baby. Has he asked about what he was like when he was a baby?"

"A little. He's been asking more about when Mer was pregnant with him."

"That's his way of trying to identify with Megan. This is confusing to him, Der. He doesn't really understand how his sister is coming. He's trying to understand. And he's making sure Meredith remembers him. Meredith needs to show him pictures and talk about what he did when he was a baby."

"Okay, we can do that," I nodded.

"And there's more you can do once Megan's born, but you can worry about that then," she stated.

"Thanks Kathleen," I said appreciatively. "Mer's so worried."

"I know," she sighed. "And this happens. You were so jealous Dad thought you would try to kill Leah and Erin."

I laughed. "Anyway, I'm supposed to bring Dill water so I should get back up there. Thanks again."

"No problem, Der. Give me a call later. I wanted to talk to you about Mom coming home in a couple weeks."

"I will," I smiled at the thought of how much better Mom has been doing.

"Bye, Der. Give Mer and Dillon a kiss for me. Love you."

"Love you too," I said, hanging up the phone and heading up the stairs.

Dillon was curled up now in Meredith's arms, asleep again as Meredith stroked his hair. "Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," I whispered from my spot at the door. "I called Kathleen.

"Oh," she nodded. "Help me up?"

I walked over and shifted Dillon from her arms and then grabbed her hand, bringing her to stand beside me and leading her to the hall. "She says this is normal."

"What do we do?" she whispered, tears in her eyes.

"She suggested you show him pictures of him as a baby, tell him what he was like. And that we tell him about being a big brother, all his new responsibilities. Get him to the classes Nance mention," I said, wiping some tears off her face.

She nodded. "We can do that," she sighed, leaning against the wall. "God, Der."

"It's okay, Mer," I whispered. "We're in this together."

"He's my son," she whimpered. "My little boy."

"I know, I know," I soothed, pulling her into my arms. "He's going to be fine."

"We have to help him," she cried. "We have to do something. I don't want him...he can't...I don't want to be my mother."

"Meredith, you will not be your mother," I said pointedly. "We will help him. He's going to be just fine."

She nodded and then took a deep breath as her hand went to her stomach. "Oh," she breathed. "Ouch."

"Everything okay?" I asked my own hand flying to her stomach.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Yeah...she just...sharp kick. Really hard."

I laughed gently. "We also need to start planning for this one's birth."

"Yeah," she nodded. "We do. Soon."

I nodded. "Tomorrow we should go shopping, the three of us. Get all the stuff we need, including stuff for Dill's new play room. And when we get back here, maybe you can do the baby picture thing."

She nodded again as she rested her head against my shoulder. "Definitely," she whispered. "Baby shopping."

"We're going to get through this," I assured her, my fingers playing with her hair.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Yeah."

"Tired?" I asked, a little worried about her.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Dillon...Dillon needs to be with us."

"You want to sleep with him tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah," she repeated. "I'm sorry. I know you want time with me. But...he thinks I'm going to leave him. He's scary and damaged, he's dark and twisty. And it's all my fault."

"It's not your fault. And of course he can sleep with us," I kissed her quickly. "You go get ready for bed and I'll go get him."

"Okay," she nodded and then walked off towards our room, her hand against the small of her back, rubbing it gently.

I sighed and walked towards Dillon's room. He was sleeping soundly right now but I wondered how long it would be till he woke up with another nightmare. Our family was supposed to be perfect right now, but apparently the memo had gotten lost.

I picked him up gently, holding him against my chest, smiling slightly as he wrapped his arms tightly around my neck. I carried him into the bedroom and laid him next to Meredith, who was dressed in a pair of my scrubs. "It's okay, Dill," she whispered as she brushed hair off his forehead. "Mom's here." He whimpered softly and cuddled closer to her. Him being in our bed was good tonight. He needed Meredith more than I did right now. I quickly changed and slid in on his other side.
"Night," she whispered to me, her hand finding mine over Dillon's body.

"Love you," I whispered.

"Love you too," she murmured, squeezing my hand.

This was good. My family, all four of us,, in the same bed. It might not be the most convenient situation but it was good.

I drifted off to sleep, my hand nestled in Meredith's but woke up on hour later to the sounds of soft crying in the bathroom. I looked at Dillon. He was sleeping peacefully, Sam in one hand, the thumb of his other in his mouth. He looked much younger than almost seven, and I pulled the blankets up and over him, resting my hand on his head as he shifted in his sleep. I moved gently, hoping not to disturb him as I headed towards the bathroom. "Mer?"

She sat on the floor, her head buried in her hands as she cried.

"Meredith?" I asked, pulling her into my arms.

"I'm...I'm...fine," she cried.

"You're not fine," I whispered.

"It's no...no...nothing," she shook her head.

"It's not nothing, Mer. You can talk to me. We're in this together," I said, pulling her closer.

"My son won't let go of me," she cried. "And my daughter won't stop using me as a human soccer ball. And I'm exhausted. But I can't sleep. I can't sleep. And I'm a little dizzy but I'm fine. And you're so wonderful and why can't I be the happily ever after type?"

"Oh Mer," I mumbled. "It's going to be fine. It's going to be okay."

"Why can't this be easier?" she asked. "Why can't I sleep comfortably? Why can't I for once be happy?"

"Mer, right now, right now things aren't perfect. Dillon is...he's adjusting to a lot of changes, it's hard for him. But he's going to love Megan. And Megan will be perfect. And we are going to be great," I assured her.

She leaned her head on my shoulder, her breathing slowing down. "I'm exhausted."

"I know," I whispered. "Come on back to bed. We'll move Dill over and you can sleep between your two boys."

She smiled lightly and put her hand on her stomach. "I can't sleep. Your daughter won't stop moving and kicking."

"Princess Meggie," I said to her stomach. "Please let your mommy have some sleep."

Meredith laughed and played with my hair as I spoke to our daughter. "She responds to your voice," she whispered.

"She's my little princess," I answered.

We sat there for a few minutes and then she laughed, her hand on her stomach. "She's not kicking anymore."

"Good girl," I smiled, leaning over and kissing her stomach. "Now we're getting you back to bed."

"Okay," she nodded. "Help the fat pregnant lady off the floor?"

"Always," I smiled, reaching out my hands to her.

I pulled her up and she cuddled up against me. "You better let me sleep in tomorrow," she said as we moved back to bed.

"Of course. I'll get Dill up and we'll make you breakfast in bed," I told her.

She laughed. "No pancakes," she said. "I'm getting tired of pancakes."

"Bacon and eggs? French toast?" I asked.

"Waffles," she murmured as she crawled into bed.

"We can do waffles," I whispered, climbing in behind her as she pulled Dillon close. My hand rested on her stomach. "Princess Meggie please stay sleeping."

Meredith laughed gently and I soon felt her breathing slow as she slept. I let myself fall asleep as well, holding my little family close as I let the worry melt from my face.

I woke up the next morning to a tiny tap on my back. I turned around to find Dillon standing there looking confused. "Yeah, bud?

"Why aren't I in my bed?" he asked.

"You had a nightmare so Mom and I thought you'd like to sleep with us," I explained.

"Oh," he nodded. "Mommy's stomach kicked my back."

"Megan likes to kick. She kept your mom up late so right now we have to let them sleep," I said, moving to sit up.

"Okay," he said. "I'm hungry."

"Want to come help me make breakfast?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, reaching up his arms to be picked up. "Is my dad mad at me?"

"Of course not," I told him.

"I broke his cup," he said softly.

"I know. But it's just a cup. He loves you, he won't mind that you broke his cup," I said.

"It was his favorite cup," he sighed.

"And you're his only Dill Pickle," I laughed.

He scrunched up his face. "That's a stupid name."

"But it's what he calls you," I nodded. "And you're one of a kind."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"It means that there's no one in the world quite like you," I explained.

"Cool," he smiled,

"Very cool," I nodded. "Your mom wants waffles."

"No pancakes?" he raises his eyebrows in a way that is strangely Meredith-esque. "But we always have pancakes on Sunday."

"Your mom is getting tired of them. She's crazy, I know," I sighed.

"She didn't used to be crazy," Dillon sighed.

"Sometimes having a baby makes women a little crazy," I explained. "They get tired."

"Stupid sister," Dillon said as he climbed onto a stool.

"You did the same thing, bud," I reminded him.

He shook his head. "Mommy told Aunt Izzie she's feeling badder this time."

"She's just...she has more going on with her life this time. With you and me and Grandma," I explained. "So it's making her more tired."

"Was Mom alone when I was born?" he asked as I gathered the ingredients.

"She was," I nodded.

"Where was my daddy?" he looked at me.

"Bud, that's something you should talk to your dad about," I answered.

"No," he shook his head. "You tell me."

"It's complicated bud," I sighed. "Your dad wanted to get married to your mom but she didn't want to. So they fought and stopped talking for a while."

"Didn't he want me?" Dillon's eyes filled with tears.

"Oh, bud he wanted you. He was just mad at Mommy. But he wanted you. Actually the reason him and your mommy started talking again was because he wanted you, "I explained.

He nodded a little, though the tears were starting to fall. "Did my mommy love my daddy like she loves you?" he asked.

"She loved him," I nodded even though I knew it wasn't quite the truth. "She still loves him. Just differently than she loves me."

"Why didn't she marry him?"

"She was young, bud. She didn't want to get married. And she didn't love him in that way," I tried to tell him.

"But you said she loved him," he frowned.

"She did. But..."I sighed. "You can love a lot of people. But there's only one you love enough to marry. The person you marry should be your true love, your soul mate."

"What's a soul mate?" he asked.

"It's the person that you are meant to marry, to spend the rest of your life with," I smiled. "Your mom's my soul mate."

"Do I have a soul mate?" his eyes were wide.

"Somewhere, yes. But you're still too young to know her," I explained.

"What are you guys doing down here?" Meredith smiled as she came into the kitchen, still in my scrubs, her hair pulled back from her face.

"Making waffles," Dillon nodded. "And Daddy Derek was telling me about soul mates."

"Soul mates, huh?" Meredith raised her eyebrows at me as she went to the fridge. "What about soul mates?"

"He said you're his soul mate," Dillon smiled. "And you didn't marry Daddy because he wasn't."

"You guys were talking about Daddy?" Meredith turned and stared at me.

"He had some questions," I shrugged, you'd think she would be more thrilled about being called my soul mate. "About when he was born."

"Oh," she nodded. "What do you want to know, Dill?"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to know where Daddy was. And stuff."

"Anything else?" she asked him, sitting down next to him on the stool.

Dillon looked nervously between us. "You can ask whatever you want, bud," I encouraged.

"I...I...I don't know," he shrugged. "Was it a nice day when I was born? Was it hot?"

Meredith laughed. "It was a beautiful day, Dill. The best day."

"Was it sunny?" he cupped his chin in his hands. "And were you really excited?"

"It was sunny," Meredith nodded. "And it was the most exciting day ever."

"How'd you pick my name?" he asked. "Cause I wasn't here to help you and Daddy Derek wasn't either. And my daddy wasn't either."

"I didn't name you until after I had you. I spent the whole time I was with you trying to think of one and never thought of you. But the second I saw you, I knew your name was Dillon," Meredith smiled.

"Did I cry a lot?" he grinned. This was probably one of the best ideas we'd ever had. I needed to remember to call Kathleen and thank her.

"No Dill, you were always a happy baby," Meredith laughed.

"I was a happy baby," he laughed along with her.

"You were a perfect baby. I can show you pictures if you want," Meredith offered.

"Yeah!" he practically shouted. "Daddy Derek, do you wanna see pictures of me when I was a baby?"

"Of course I do," I smiled as Meredith got up to go get the pictures.

"What will my sister look like?" he asked as I started serving up the waffles.

"I don't know Dill. Probably a little like me and a little like Mommy," I answered.

Meredith came back into the kitchen and sat down at the table, a photo album in her hands. "Come on, Dill," she grinned. "Do you want to sit on my lap?"

"Can I fit on your lap?" he asked looking at her belly.

She laughed. "Maybe not," she nodded. "You can sit on Daddy Derek's lap."

"Okay," Dillon smiled as I sat down on the couch and he squirmed his way onto my lap.

"These were all the pictures I took of you before you turned one," she explained to him as she opened the book. "See that one right there, that's your first ultrasound picture. Like the one you have of Megan."

"I was cuter than her," Dillon giggled.

She laughed. "You were cute. And see, that's my tummy. Aunt Izzie made me take that picture. That was three days before you were born."

"Is Megan going to make your belly get that big?" Dillon asked with wide eyes.

"Maybe even bigger," Meredith whispered to him and then smiled at me.

"Is that me?" Dillon asked, pointing to a cute little baby with a bright red face.

"That is," Meredith nodded. "That was the day you were coming home."

"Daddy Derek wasn't I cute?" he asked me.

"You were," I nodded, squeezing him tight. I couldn't help but wonder if Megan would look anything like Dillon with his chubby cheeks and tiny fingers.

"That's you with Uncle George," Meredith pointed to another picture.

"Uncle George had funny hair," Dillon giggled and then pointed at a picture. "It's Sam! Look, Sam, that's you when you were a baby. Only you didn't grow up."

"Sam was a cute baby," I nodded.

"And that's you with Aunt Cristina," Meredith pointed at a picture, laughing. "She didn't know how to hold you."

"Yang willingly touches babies?" I asked laughing myself.

"Only Dill," Meredith laughed. "And never again after that. She almost dropped you, Dill."

"Aunt Cristina is silly," Dillon giggled.

"And that's you with your daddy," Meredith sighed.

"When did you and daddy start talking again?" Dillon asked.

"When you were very, very little," Meredith smiled. "Your daddy wanted to meet you so bad."

"That's good," Dillon nodded.

As we flipped through the photo album, I could tell that Dillon was starting to relax a little, a huge smile on his face with each picture. "That's you on your first birthday," Meredith finally finished with a picture of her holding Dillon above a birthday cake.

"I got big quickly," Dillon nodded.

"Yeah, you did," Meredith nodded. "And now you're my big boy. And you're going to be a big brother."

"I am," Dillon said, frowning slightly.

"Derek," Mer turned to me, "why don't you tell Dill about being a big brother?"

"What do you want to know, Dill?" I asked, hugging him close. "I have two little sisters so I'm an expert."

He shrugged. "I don't know. What do big brothers do?"

"They pick on their little sisters. They bug them like crazy," Derek laughed. "And they protect them, they are always there for them."

"I get to make fun of my sister?" Dillon grinned.

"You do, but only in a nice loving way," I nodded catching Meredith's glare.

"Did you make fun of your sisters?" he asked.

"All the time. And they made fun of me too," I laughed.

"What else do big brothers do?" he looped his arms around my neck.

"They help out. When Megan's a baby she's not going to be able to do much by herself. Big brothers help with that. They always help take care of their little sisters, even when they're old like me," I ruffled his hair.

He nodded seriously. "What will I have to do?" he asked, suddenly putting a hand on Meredith's belly.

"It depends on what we need. Help us keep the house clean, help feeding her. Mainly we'll need you to help keep her company, to talk to her and play with her," I nodded.

"Will Megan like me?" he asked softly.

"Megan is going to adore you," I said hugging him tight.

"Okay," he nodded. "I'm sorry I was bad yesterday."

"It's okay, Dill," Meredith comforted him.

"Should I call Daddy and say sorry?" he climbed off my lap.

"That's a good idea," Meredith nodded.

"Okay," he nodded and ran off to my get the phone.

"Your sister, I love your sister," Meredith gushed.

I laughed. "I'll never say this to her face," I grinned as I hugged her close, "but she is a genius."

"We're going to be okay," Meredith smiled.

"We're going to be great," I nodded.

"So shopping for the rest of the day?" Meredith asked, nuzzling my neck.

"If you're up to it," I nodded, running my fingers through her ponytail.

"It will be good, shopping sounds good," Meredith nodded.

I smiled as I kissed her forehead. "It does sound good," I replied.

"I'm sorry about last night...the washroom, I'm sorry," Meredith sighed.

"Mer, you have nothing to be sorry for," I whispered.

"I freaked out, I didn't, I'm happy, Derek I am. Overwhelmed but I'm happy," Meredith rambled.

"Mer," I laughed, "you're rambling."

"I ramble, it's what I do," she said.

"I know," I laughed gently. "And I love it. And you can freak out sometimes. I've spent most of the last seven months freaking out."

"You did," Meredith nodded, leaning against me. "But I am, I am happy."

"Good," I smiled, kissing the top of her head and putting my hand on her belly. "Me too."

"Although by the end of today I might rethink that," she giggled.

"And why is that?" I pouted.

"It's going to be long," she sighed.

"It's shopping for Princess Meggie," I grinned. "It will be amazing, Mer."

"You are such a sap," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"You love me," I laughed.

"Not when you're being a sap," she said, hitting me gently.

"Mom?" Dillon came in as I started kissing Meredith's neck.

"Yes, Dill?" Meredith asked, pushing me back.

"Daddy says I'm going to his house next weekend," Dillon said. "Why?"

"Oh, Derek and I are going away," Meredith answered. "If that's okay."

Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror. "You're...you're going away?" he whispered.

"Just for the weekend, bud. Like when you go to Sullivan's for the night," I quickly explained.

"Without me?" he sighed. "Where are you going?"

"A bed and breakfast. They're kind of boring for kids," I told him.

"But we have a bed and eat breakfast here," he frowned.

"It's like a hotel, Dill. Adults go there to relax," Meredith answered.

"Will you come back?" he asked, his lower lip quivering.

"Of course we will," I nodded. "We'll be back Sunday."

"Okay," he said carefully. "What are we doing today?"

"We are going shopping," Meredith smiled.

"For what?" he asked.

"Stuff for Megan. And stuff for your playroom," I answered.

"New toys?" he grinned.

"Maybe a couple," I nodded. "But we need to pick out a paint colour, get some stuff to keep your toys in."

"Let's go then!" he shouted, turning to run up the stairs.

"Derek, you can't spoil him today," Meredith warned me.

"Mer, I'm not going to spoil him," I grinned. "I'm including him."

"Derek, I'm serious. We can't spoil him," Meredith glared at me.

"We won't," I nodded. "Now come on, get dressed. We have to go shopping."

"Going. Going," Meredith groaned as she got up and went upstairs.