Disclaimer: I'm having the most stressful week ever. 3 tests and 3 major assignments due. The Grey's people are on Christmas vacation, relaxing in the nice warm Californian sun. So therefore...I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
Sorry I didn't update last night. I had major writer's block and everything I tried to write sounded like shit. So no update. But I'm updating now...in the afternoon. Not at 2 in the morning like usual. So this should make up for it. At least I hope it does.
To answer some questions from reviews. I'm 22. And in my last year in management and marketing at my local college. I've been dating my boyfriend since I was 18. Which is kind of great and kind of crazy all at once. People keep on wanting to know if this fic is going to continue once Derek gets back...the answer to that is...(drum roll please)...wait and see. I have a plan, a good plan that will probably make people happy, so just be patient. Try some patience. And the only other question I can think of is if Mer knows it's a girl or what. She doesn't know. She hopes it's a girl, she thinks it's a girl. Derek hopes it's a boy, he thinks it's a boy. So that's why if Derek is writing it's a boy, if Mer it's a girl.
This chapter is a few weeks after the last chapter. Meredith is now 4 months along. Derek only has 3 months left in Africa.
Enjoy!
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Derek,
Seriously?
Seriously?
You think you're so smart, and charming and great, you really do. But you're an idiot. Seriously. You email all my friends and asked them to watch out for me? Even Bailey. You emailed Bailey and asked her to look out for me. You think you're so cute. You're not. You're an idiot. I can take care of myself. I always have been able to. Just because you and that stupid boy penis knocked me up does not mean I can no longer take care of myself. I am fine. I do not need you emailing my friends and asking them to look out for me.
Cristina told me. She was acting too nice, too supportive. She was like Izzie or something. So I asked her. She let me read the email.
Seriously, Derek.
I send you one emotional email and you go off the deep end.
Why do I put up with you?
In other news...Addison gave me my first ultrasound, with a picture and everything. Der, it was...it was something else. I saw her, I saw the little baby inside of me. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Derek, I never imagine that I could love something as much as I love you. But I was wrong. This baby took your spot as my number one. She's so tiny, and perfect, and beautiful. According to Cristina she's far too tiny to call anything but tiny. Izzie was all teary. And George and Alex started arguing about who her favourite uncle was going to be. I just burst into tears. And of all people, Addie hugged me. Seemingly tears are a normal reaction. Especially when the dad isn't there. Seemingly I'm normal.
She has told me that the baby looks healthy and that there doesn't seem to be any problems. Everything is going more than smoothly.
And then he said she was sorry that you weren't there. But here's the thing...you were. Maybe it's because I was wearing your hoodie. Maybe it's just my pregnancy hormones officially driving me nuts. But you were there. You were all over the room. That moment when she placed the cold gel on my stomach and showed me our baby, I should have felt more alone than ever. But I didn't. Because even though you're an ocean away in that moment I felt you. And it was enough.
And about your hoodies. I'm offically fat. As in I'm actually showing. Not much. But enough that I look pregnant. Just barely, but pregnant. I'm living in sweat pants and scrubs. And your shirts. Because even though mine still kind of fit, you're are just more comfortable at the moment. I don't know if it's because they're bigger, or if it's because they're yours. It's just my choice of clothes right now.
Because I'm fat.
Gloriously, hapilly fat. Which a month ago I didn't think was possible. But now I can't keep my hand off my slowly expanding belly. I can't stop smiling anytime I think of what's to come for her. For me. For you. For us, our family. I didn't think I ever wanted this, especially not now. But now it's happening. And as scared as I am, I wouldn't want it any other way. This feels so right. I've never had a family, not a real one. But now...now I have her (still sticking to that) and you. And you're both mine forever. I have a family.
I couldn't ask for a better one.
And I'm still mad.
Don't think for a second that I've forgotten the fact one third of my family is a brainless brain surgeon. You will pay. There will be consequences. I am still mad. I just don't want to spend my precious minutes that I have emailing you mad. But I am. I am mad.
Oh shit. Nearly forgot to tell you. I got that webcam. So next time we IM you can see the wonderfully fat (and yet pissed off) Meredith.
Three months until your home Derek. Three months.
I can't wait. I live every day just waiting for the day you're home. The day BabyShep is born won't compare. The day we get married won't compare. The day you come home to me will be the best day of my life.
I miss you like crazy.
And I love you even more.
BabyShep loves you too.
Yours forever,
Meredith
PS. Addison made you a copy of the ultrasound picture. It's enclosed. And a little special surprise.
I'd rather spend it being close to you
So it was shortish. But it got some important stuff across. Meredith is mad at overprotective Derek, but not really mad, just kind of mad. And she got her first ultrasound and now she can't wait to be a mother and have her family with Derek. And we're getting closer to time for Derek to come home.
I will hopefully update tonight. I have some homework to do and hopefully that won't take too long. I'm really hoping it doesn't. So if I get the work done this will be updated. As for the Christmas one being updated...I think this week is going to be too stressful to think happy Christmasy stuff...I have a lot of tests and papers due. So that will probably not come till Friday, as my last test is Thursday.
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