Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's Anatomy Patrick and Jill would never see their sons as we'd be taking them everywhere with us, because they're just that cute. Not that we're suprised...when you're dad looks like that, it goes without saying you're going to be cute.

The last eight weeks had flown by. Flown. I hadn't even really realized they were passing. They were full of diapers and burping and paths and feedings and waking up in the middle of the night. I had no idea it was going to be like this. No idea at all. It was kind of perfect. Kind of amazing. And really damn tiring. Time flew so fast I barely noticed, except for I did. God, I did.

Whenever we did get sleep, I would fall down next to Meredith and pull her into my arms, and almost immediately be aroused. It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. Even watching her up late at night feeding Megan turned me on. And I loved my daughter. I loved her. I loved holding her. I loved singing softly to her. I loved the way she stared at me, her blue eyes wide. But it had been six months. And now it was time. Time to take our vacation to the bed and breakfast.

"Meredith!" I yelled up the stairs. "Come on!"

"Hold on!" she called back. "I think she has a fever, I really do, Der. She feels warm."

"Meredith, we're leaving her with a bunch of doctors, she'll be fine," I sighed, even as I moved to run up the stairs.

"Derek, it would be her first cold," she sighed. "Or what if it's more serious?" She came out of the nursery we had just moved Megan into, holding our dark haired daughter tightly in her arms.

I reached over and placed my hand on Megan's cheek. "She feels fine to me, Mer."

"Are you sure?" she put her hand over mine. "Her breathing sounds a little off. Does she sound congested?"

"She sounds fine, Mer," I sighed.

"Who is staying with them tonight?" she asked.

"Mark and Addison," I smiled.

"Okay," she sighed. "Tell them to keep an eye on her. Meggie, be good for Uncle Mark and Aunt Addie, okay? Dill!"

"Of course they're going to keep an eye on her," I laughed, grabbing Megan from Meredith's arms to carry her back to her room.

"Yeah, Mom!" Dillon came running in. He had grown up so quickly in the past two months, Sam was starting to fade into the background as Dill spent all of his time helping with Megan, who he absolutely adored.

"Daddy Derek and I are nearly ready to leave," Meredith explained.

"Okay," he nodded. "You'll be back Sunday, right?"

"Yep," I smiled. "And you'll help with Megan while we're gone, right?"

"Yeah!" he nodded. "Give her her bottle and read her bedtime stories, and spray the monsters in her room."

"Exactly. Good job, bud!" I smiled, reaching out my free hand for him to give me five.

"Hello!" Mark's voice came from downstairs. "Anybody home?"

"We're up here!" I shouted. "We'll be done in a second."

"Let me see her," Addison grinned, already coming upstairs. "Let me see my beautiful little niece!"

"I haven't even said goodbye yet," I groaned, holding my daughter tighter.

"Hey Meg!" Mark grinned as he placed his hand gently on her forehead. "Will you guys be back in time for Shepherd family dinner?"

"We might," Meredith answered. "Depends on how early we leave."

"She looks so adorable!" Addison grinned. "Come on, Derek, let me hold her!"

"You can hold her all weekend," I sighed. "I haven't said goodbye."

"So say goodbye," Mark rolled his eyes. "God, you're such a girl, Shep."

"Wait until you have one Sloan," I laughed.

"Ix-nay on the abies-bay," he shook his head. "You'll give her ideas."

"Mark, I deliver babies for a living. Ideas basically come with the job," Addison laughed, reaching for Megan.

"Addison, do you think she looks okay?" Meredith sighed. "Derek says she's fine. But do you think she sounds congested?"

"She sounds fine Meredith," Addison smiled. "But I'll watch out if you want me to."

"Okay," Meredith sighed and then gave Dillon a hug. "Be good for Aunt Addie and Uncle Mark okay? And don't let Uncle Mark let you watch Plastic surgery nightmares again."

Dillon nodded, hugging Meredith tight. I leaned over and gave Megan a quick kiss, planning on giving her to Addison. But my lips felt a strange warmth. "Mer, you might be right."

"What?" Mer asked, turning from Dillon, her purse in her hands.

"She feels a little warm," I said, my hand moving to her cheek as my face scrunched up with concern.

"Derek," Addison sighed. "She's fine."

"You don't know that," I shook my head. "She could have a cold, or the flu. I was at the hospital the other day, I could have brought something home."

"Derek," Mark shook his head, "she looks good. Look at her, she's smiling."

"Mark, you're not a dad. You have no idea what you're talking about," I groaned. "Something could be wrong."

"Maybe we shouldn't go," Meredith sighed as she put her purse down. "This was a bad idea."

"It wasn't," I sighed, shaking my head. A weekend away together was a great idea...but..."Maybe we should just wait till she's a little older."

"No," Addison shook her head, handing Meredith her purse. "She's fine. And if she isn't, you have two of the best doctors in the country looking after her. Not to mention, your sisters. And Mom. And Cristina and Alex. She's fine. You two are going to enjoy your weekend away. Because even if you wait, you're just going to do this all over again."

"She's my princess, Addie. I can't just leave her if something's wrong," I argued.

Megan giggled from my arms at all the adults around and Addison smiled softly. "Look at her, Der. She looks fine. She's a happy baby. Nothing is the matter. Right, Meg?"

"Mer? What do you think?" I asked her.

Before Meredith could say anything, Mark stated, "Six months, Derek."

The words alone brought me back to all the nights of holding Meredith close with an erection that she couldn't do anything about. And even worse the stolen moments in the washroom where I took care of it myself. "We're going," I nodded. "But if she's sick, if she gets any worse you're calling us right away."

"Of course we are," Addison smiled. "Now let me have her, Derek."

"Goobye Princess Meggie," I whispered handing my daughter over.

She let out a small whimper and Meredith turned to me, panic on her face. "Did you hear that, Der? We really shouldn't go."

"It will be fine," I reassured her, even as the whimper tore at my hear. "She's just sad that her daddy's leaving."

"What about her mommy?" Meredith asked softly as she ran her fingers over Meggie's dark curls.

"She's okay with that," I laughed, pulling Meredith back slightly. "Come on, Mer."

"Are you sure?" she sighed. "Addison, are you sure she's okay?"

"Meredith, she's fine," Addison nodded. "And Derek might explode if he doesn't get sex soon. You probably want to go."

"What's sex?" Dillon asked.

"Something not for little guys," Addison laughed.

"Mer," Mark smiled at her, "you have to go. Please. For the sake of my sanity. All Derek does is bitch, bitch, bitch."

Meredith giggiled leaning against me. "He's been good."

"He has been," Addison nodded. "Now, go."

"Fine," Meredith nodded. "But you'll call?"

"Yes!" Mark and Addison both said. "Go!"

"We're going," I groaned, grabbing Meredith's hand and propelling us out the door before either of us could freak out again.

"Derek, I'm really not sure about this," Meredith whimpered for the fourth time after we were on the road. "I've never been away from her before."

"I know, Mer," I smiled. "I'm not sure either but god I want you."

She blushed a little. "Me too," she murmured, her hand resting on my upper thigh.

"Mer, we still have another hour, you might want to move that hand," I laughed.

"Hmm, why?" she whispered, scooting over to kiss my neck, her hand massaging the inside of my thigh.

"Driving," I said, my breath coming out harsh. It took nothing to get me arroused. Nothing at all.

"We could not be driving, you know," she moaned into my ear. "We could pull over and not be driving."

"Seriously?" I asked, my jeans feeling uncomfortably tight.

"Seriously," she bit my ear lobe as she began to unzip my jeans.

I pulled over immediately, so quickly it was a miracle we didn't crash. "If we get caught, you're paying the ticket."

"Definitely," she whispered as she took off her blouse, revealing a new red lacy bra and began kissing me frantically.

"God, Mer," I said, pulling her close as my hand traveled to the fly of her pants. I needed her naked. I needed her naked 6 months ago. Now I needed it even more.

She quickly undid my jeans, pulling me out quickly as she moaned against me. "Der, Der," she breathed into my ear, pushing me away.

"What?" I breathed, my chest heaving with desire.

"Condoms," she breathed. "We, uh, we need a condom."

"Fuck," I moaned. "Where are they?"

"I don't know," she shook as she kissed me. "But we are not having sex without one."

"Meredith," I moaned, kissing her neck. "Please."

"Derek, no," she said firmly, pulling away and pulling her shirt back on. "I am not getting pregnant when we have a two month old at home."

"We'll be careful, I can pull out," I said, trying to pull her close again.

"Absolutely not," she shook her head, zipping up her fly. "There is no way in hell you're penis is inside me without a condom covering it."

"In that case, we're speeding the rest of the way there," I nodded firmly.

"We have a two month old, Derek," she sighed. "We're not dying so you can get some."

"No one is going to die," I sighed.

"Derek, just be careful," she ordered. "Please. We have all night tonight and all day tomorrow to have sex."

"And we're taking all night and tomorrow," I laughed.

"Yes we are," she smiled. "And you better not have forgotten the condoms."

"I think they're in the back," I nodded.

"Good," she sighed. "Maybe I should call."

"You don't need to call," I breathed.

"Derek, what if she's crying?" Meredith asked. "She could be missing us."

"She'll be fine," I nodded. "She's with her aunt and uncle. And Dill."
"I always have been," I smiled, squeezing her hand.

"I know," she grinned. "Except for on certain ferris wheels, and kitchen counters."

"You brought both of those on," I laughed.

"I don't remember you complaining," she giggled. "Of course, the ferris wheel ended up being better than I thought."

"It did," I nodded. "And Meredith I could never complain about sex with you."

"We are amazing, aren't we?" she breathed.

"We are," I nodded, moving to pass a slow moving car.

"How far are we?" she asked, her fingertips lightly brushing my hand.

"About half an hour. Impatient?" I asked winking.

"Just a little," she nodded. "I want to climb on top of you and fuck you until you can't breathe anymore," she murmured into my ear.

The car swerved, I couldn't help myself. "Meredith...remember. Crash. Bad."

"Sorry," she giggled.

"You're not," I shook my head.

"No, I'm not," she admitted. "But it's been six months."

"I know," I groaned. "Trust me, I know."

"Maybe you could speed a little," she murmured as she leaned forward to turn on the radio.

I laughed. "This is why I love you."

"Not because I cause you have screaming orgasms?" she mumured.

"That too," I nodded.

"Derek, hurry," she pleaded."Going as fast as I can, Mer," I murmured, putting my foot harder on the gas.

Somehow, amazingly, we didn't get pulled over during the fifteen minute drive that should have been thirty minutes. We pulled up to a small bed and breakfast and I got out of the car so fast I nearly fell, Meredith laughing as she went inside as I got the bags. "Two for Shepherd," she smiled at concierge.

The concierge smiled and gave us the key. We all but ran up the stairs, unlocked the doors with shaking hands. And fell into the room, our lips crashing together.

"Der," Meredith moaned as she tore my shirt off, literally causing the buttons to pop off as she kissed my chest, her hands running over my body as I buried my nose in her hair, breathing in deeply.

"Condom," I breathed pulling away. "We need to find them."

She nodded desperately as she took off her shirt and jeans, standing there, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable. "Der," she whispered.

"Yeah?" I asked as I rifled through the bag I remembered putting the condoms in.

"Maybe, uh," she sighed, "maybe we could the close the blinds. And maybe keep the lights off."

"What? Why?" I said, as I pulled the box of condoms out of the bag, smiling in relief.

"Just...could we?" she whispered, holding her shirt against her.

"Meredith, what's wrong?" I said, walking over to grab the shirt from her.

"No," she whimpered, clutching the shirt close to her. "Turn the lights off and..the blinds. And turn around until I'm under the blankets."

"Mer, I want to see you naked," I said, starting to realize exactly what the problem was.

"No," she shook her head. "No, you don't. I've...I don't...I had a baby, Derek."

"You had a baby," I nodded. "And I want to see you naked."

"No," she shook her head again, a little more desperately.

"Meredith Grey-Shepherd," I kissed her quickly. "I want you, I've wanted you for the past six months. I'm not stupid, I know there's probably new stretch marks, I know having a baby changes things. I also know that you're just as beautiful, as sexy, as the day I met you."

"I haven't lost all the weight," she sighed, tears in her eyes.

"Mer, every night for the last 6 months I've layed beside you in bed ignoring my erection. Do you think I care if you still have some weight from carrying our daughter?" I said, gently rubbing her cheek.

"It's different when you see it," she whispered, leaning into my touch.

"No it's not," I assured her, shaking my head. "I want you. I want to see every inch of you."

She sighed and lowered the shirt slowly, staring at me, tears in her eyes. I didn't say anything for a few seconds, as my pants grew so incredibly tight I almost couldn't breathe. "Der," she pleaded.

"Mer..." I breathed, feeling completely awestruck, speechless. There was no words to describe her. "You're...breath taking."

"Are you," she started until I came forward, cutting her off with the most passionate kiss we had ever shared, pulling her hair back as I lowered her onto the bed, resting myself on top of her, as my lips started a trail down her body.

She tasted exactly the way I remembered her and I quickly realized I had been craving the taste for months. She tasted like Meredith. Her hands found my hair and tangled within them as I played with my tongue, my lips and her teeth over her body.

"Der," she moaned as I edged her underwear from her body, trailing kisses until I allowed my tongue to slip into the folds between her legs, loving the way her hips rose to meet me tongue, loving the way her hips rose to meet me with every moan.

"Der," she moaned again as I pushed my tongue inside her. My pants were uncomfortable but I didn't dare move to take them off, didn't dare to anything but this. Because it had been far too long since I had. And she tasted like heaven.

Her body responded eagerly with every lap of my tongue, her hands gripping at the sheets. It had been too long since she had reacted this way, since I had seen her moaning beneath me, her entire body shaking with pleasure.

Her legs wrapped around my neck, her feet gently digging into my back as her orgasm overtook her, her body tensing all around me as her breath came out in small little gasps.

"God, Derek," she panted. "Please. I...I need you. Now. Inside me."

I pulled back and with shaky hands removed my pants, pushing them to the ground and climbing into bed beside her, holding her close. "Are you sure?" I breathed, my breath ragged.

"Yes," she nodded desperately. "Condom. Don't forget the condom."

"Condom," I nodded, grabbing one from the table beside the bed. "If I hurt you, you...you have to stop me."

"I will," she nodded. "Please."

I quickly slipped the condom on and climbed on top of her. As I pressed my lips against her I slid inside, gently. And nearly was done right there. "God, oh god," I moaned. I had forgotten how good her body felt around me. In all my yearning for sex I had completely forgotten exactly what it was that I was missing so much.

She let out a small groan and grasped my back, digging her nails into the skin, taking a deep breath as she bit her lower lip. "Der," she murmured.

I moved slowly in and out of her, biting my lip to hold onto my sanity. She rocked against me, our familiar rhythm immediately returned. We had always moved like this, completely in sync with each other, completely aware of what the other one needed. And nothing had changed.

"You okay?" I whispered to her, trying to remember what Addison had told me about maybe hurting, and if it hurt to stop. Something like that. My mind was going blissfully blank as my lips met hers, as I moved carefully inside her, loving the way she tightened around me.

"Seriously?" she asked, giggling slightly as her body bucked against mine.

"Seriously," I nodded, though maybe I wasn't seriously asking anymore. "Are you...does it...god, Mer."

"Der," she breathed, her voice husky. "Don't stop."

"Yeah," I nodded as I kissed her deeply, quickening my pace as I felt my own orgasm start to build. I couldn't finish before her. I couldn't finish before she was finished. It wouldn't be right. "Mer," I murmured frantically, "Jesus. Mer."

"Der," she all but screamed, as her body tensed around mine, her fingers digging deeper into my back as her orgasm shook her body.

"Meredith, Meredith," I mumbled seconds later as my own orgasm caused me to shake on top of her, my body collapsing on hers as I struggled to control my breathing, as I struggled not to feel completely light headed and dizzy.

We layed in silence, our sweaty limbs tangled together, for I don't know how long. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, as our breathing returned to normal. "Was it always that good?" I finally asked.

"No," she shook her head. "That was...I can't...god, Der. Maybe we should always wait six months."

"There is no way I'm ever waiting 6 months again," I laughed.

"Me neither," she giggled as she kissed me, her hand brushing my sweaty curls off my forehead.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," she nodded and then giggled a little.

"What's so funny?" I asked, even though I kind of felt like laughing myself.

"Just," she started laughing now, full on laughing, "less than a year ago, we were the couple that never had sex in bed. And now, we just had the most amazing sex ever in a bed."

"Well I don't think they'd be very happy if we had it on their kitchen counter," I laughed.

She giggled as she started to untangle herself from me. "We should shower," she said, giving me a slight wink.

"We should. Can't have sex in a bed twice," I laughed.

"But maybe," she sighed, walking towards her purse, obviously no longer worried about being naked in front of me, "maybe first we should call home. Check on Meggie and Dill."

"Mark and Addie will call if they need us," I tried to remind her.

"But, Derek," she sighed. "We've been gone for a whole two hours. It's time for Meggie to eat."

"Dillon's promised to make sure she's fed," I reminded her.

"Derek," she turned to me and suddenly, my lips were against hers and she was laughing as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, my lips roaming over her body as I turned on the water.

"We'll call after the shower," I whispered, biting her ear gently.

"Yeah, we will," she gasped as I ducked her into the shower, planning fully on reteaching her the bending thing.

Her lips pressed hard against mine as the water sprayed against us. My hands moved over her body, relearning her curves. She was right, they were different, fuller. If anything she was sexier. And she was mine. The mother of my son and my daugther, and all my future children. This was where I was supposed to be. In a shower with Meredith, our children waiting for us at home.

They could sail away into sunsets, we'll be right here stranded on the ground just happy to be found.