No real ships mentioned again. Just the underlying MerDer the story is built on. Enjoy this chapter. I've already written Ch. 4 so it'll be up tomorrow. I actually wrote it before I wrote this one. That's me. The Rebel. I write chapter 1 then 2 then 4 then 3.

Disclaimer: I do not own either of these shows. This is just for my own enjoyment.

"I'm fat," Meredith complained to Addison on her visit a couple months later.

"You're pregnant," Addison told her.

Two more months had passes since she found out she was having a baby boy. Two more months and she continued to get bigger, and bigger, and bigger. And, she did not like it. Not one bit. You could say she hated it. 'Cause she did. She was clumsy and had broken numerous things.

"I may be pregnant, but I'm still fat," Meredith all but pouted.

"No, there's a difference. Pregnant is cute fat. And, you are pregnant. Now, get over it. You are pregnant for three more months," Addison said quite bluntly.

"Fine. Christina is supposed to be down this weekend anyways. I'll tell her I'm fat and she'll agree with me," Meredith replied matter-of-factly.

Addison rolled her eyes and completed her examination. After she finished she looked at Meredith, "All right, here's the deal. In two months, when you are eight months pregnant, I want you to take off work. You can come and work here for you're last month of pregnancy. Just so you'll be around when you go into labor or if something happens. Deal?"

"Something tells me I have no choice but to agree," Meredith sighed and rolled her eyes.

As two more months passed, Meredith grew some more. Much to her annoyance. Since Addison didn't want to hear her calling herself fat, she usually called Christina when she felt like complaining about it. The conversation was usually an "I'm fat" with a response of "Yup" and then they moved on to something else.

Since Meredith was now eight months pregnant, she was working at the private practice. Just like she promised. She needed to stop promising things. This place was boring. Very, very boring. There was no opening someone's head and poking around their brain. Nor were there people coming in missing arms, legs, or ears. It was dull.

But, she'd promised. And, she promised herself that she'd keep that promise. Why didn't she break the promise to herself? Well, not only was she breaking a promise to herself, she'd be breaking two promises at once. And, she was pretty sure that was some bad luck. Worse than bad luck, it'd be like cursing yourself or something crazy like that.

So, here she was sitting by the receptionist. (Apparently he didn't like being called a secretary). Whose name she came to realize was Dell. She was also annoying him, as usual. She was doing the dance again with a few changed moved.

Shift. Watch. Write something. Shift. Shift. Shift. Write something. Start over.

He did not enjoy it too much, needless to say. But, she worked with him now and was beside him all day, so he'd have to get use to it. Whether he liked it or not. And, we all know he didn't.

Meredith actually found it quite fun and would through an extra shift in there every now and then just to see his reaction. Which was always quite comical, mind you. A glare, a cringe, and, if she was lucky, he'd make a comment about it. This causing her to bust into a fit of giggles. That would just annoy him farther.

Actually, that's what she was doing now. Shift. Shift. Watch. And then back to the normal pattern. He turned and glared at her and she once again started giggling. He took a deep breath and turned away from her.

"Meredith, please stop bugging Dell. He needs to be here after you leave," Addison stepped into the front area, catching sight of it. Even for her warning, she was wearing a smile on her face showing her own amusement.

"Yes, Addison," Meredith nodded.

"Thank you Dr. Montgomery," Dell sighed as Addison started to walk away.

"Addison, I'm fat," Meredith called to Addison.

"You're pregnant," Addison hollered back.

"I can't see my feet," Meredith complained.

"Pregnant, Grey. You have one more month," Addison said one last time before turning the corner.

Dell sighed and turned back to the books he was looking at.

"Sorry," Meredith apologized, though she started laughing again.

"I'm just trying to study. I'm still in school, here," he told her, looking up at her.

"Oh, for what?" Meredith asked. This was really the first time she had ever talked to Dell.

"To be a midwife," he answered.

"Oh. Will you be helping with the birth of my baby then?" she asked him.

"I don't think so. It'd be nice, and Dr. Montgomery may let me help if I ask," he shrugged.

"Oh," Meredith repeated again, and turned back to what she was doing and Dell did the same.

Shift. Sigh. "Sorry."

Eight months. It'd been eight months. Eight freaking months. Since he'd seen her. Since he'd heard her. Since he became the most hated mad in Seattle Grace Hospital. He'd learned by this point that even most of the nurses hated him. (Though he has a feeling that it has something more to do with the fact that he kissed Rose and then never spoke to her again.)

He hadn't meant to hurt her this bad, Meredith that is. He didn't think she'd run away and never come back. She'd had enough time to meet someone new by this point. Meet someone new, fall in. She'd have enough to be halfway through a pregnancy with the new guy. Hell, she'd had enough time that she could have given birth to his child… Wait, where'd that though come from? He really needed more sleep.

He'd heard Christina mention a guy once. It was along the lines of "It annoys McSurfer so much" or something like that. So, she could be along the coast. The thousands of miles of coastline in America. Or, the guy could always just be a surfer and she could be in the middle of desert… So much for that hint.

A cell phone rang and he looked over to see it was Christina's. She answered, "Yang… What?… Alright… Tell her I'll be there…"

With that Christina took off up the stairs and returned a couple minutes later returned running down the steps and out the door.

"I think Dell should help with the birth," Meredith told Addison. They were walking though a hallway. Meredith's due date was just around the corner. Actually, she could go into labor any moment now.

"Why?" Addison asked. "I thought you couldn't stand each other."

"Well, I was thinking, if he was in there after the birth I could shift around a little," Meredith smiled, just as the entered the front area. Annoying the young receptionist had become her favorite pastime over the last dreadfully boring month.

"Well," Addison started but stopped when she noticed Meredith wasn't beside her. She turned around just as Meredith let out a scream in pain.

"Addison, now would be a good time to get me to my room," she groaned, holding her stomach.

Addison grabbed her arm and pulled her along. She turned and looked at Dell, "Call Christina Yang. She's her person in her file. Tell her Meredith's having her baby."

Dell nodded as they walked out of sight.

Addison led her to her room and had her get changed. "Okay, Meredith, I need you relax for a little while. Do not push until I tell you too."

Meredith nodded, and squeezed her eyes shut and waited for Addison to tell her to push. Apparently, the contractions weren't close enough together yet. So, she waited. And waited. And waited. In pain. For hours. She swears.

"Okay, now," Addison finally told her.

She painfully pushed when Addison told her to. Every time she was asked. Finally the sound of the crying baby filled the room and Dell (who had arrived sometime when Meredith was in pain and she didn't care) cut the cord.

"A beautiful baby boy, Grey," Addison wrapped the baby up in a blue blanket and handed him to her. "You got you're name?"

"Jacob Andrew Grey," Meredith answered, staring down at her baby boy. He already had a dark mass of hair. He looked just like Derek. With the exception of the nose. He defiantly had her nose. The baby opened his eyes and Meredith's breath caught. It was complete. Jacob had Derek's eyes.

"He's the spitting image of him," Addison murmured and Meredith nodded.

"Let me clean him up and Dell will bring you the papers," Addison told her and took him to clean him up and check him over as Dell gave Meredith the papers she needed.

A few minutes later, Christina came rushing into the room, "I missed it."

"Barely," Meredith smiled.

"You look like shit," Christina informed her.

"Thanks. Let me see you give birth and come out looking glamorous," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"That's what they do in the movies," Christina shrugged.

"How'd you get here this quickly?" Meredith questioned her.

"Helicopter. You'd be surprise what you can convince Chief of by just saying 'Meredith' and 'Labor' in the same sentence," Christina answered her. She came over and looked over Meredith's shoulder, "Grey. But, you did put Derek down as his father."

"Well, technically, he is," Meredith said.

"Technically," Christina mimicked.

"So, what's he look like?" she asked.

"Just like Derek," Meredith answered. "Eyes and all. And, we've named Jacob."

"McBaby is a McMini-Dreamy? When he gets older he'll have to have a nickname," Christina joked just as Addison brought Jacob back in.

Okay, chapter 3. Chapter four is written. Now, I based the time it took Meredith to actually deliver on my sister-in-law's first baby. We had time to make the 4 hour drive home after thanksgiving and still have to wait forever.

Up next: A surprise guest. An accident. And returning.