Disclaimer: Me, I don't own Grey's. Right now I'm laying on my boyfriend's couch, my laptop in front of me, watching him play Rainbow 6 on his 360...somehow I doubt the people who actually own Grey's write episodes this way. Maybe they do...but doubtful. So yeah, it's not mine. Oh but I wish it was.

This is the last chapter of So Far Away, well the last chapter not counting the epilogue that will come after this. But well, that's after this.

This chapter is Meredith...we all loved Derek's excitement at being home but now it's time to hear how Meredith feels about Derek being home. So this chapter is entirely from Meredith's perspective, and it's the morning after he got there. They are alone in their house...the one that was built on Derek's property. As it's Meredith's dream home she also furnished it, although I didn't put it in the fic, it happened. So they have furniture in the house already. It was all ready to move into...Mer was just waiting for Der. So here it is...the morning after.

Enjoy!

GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA

A kick woke me up just as the sun was rising.

There was something intrinsicly wrong with waking up with the sunrise when you finally have a day off.

But then I felt the unfamiliar warmth pressed up against my back, the legs tangled in my own and the arm gently resting around my stomach, and it didn't matter so much that the birds hadn't even bothered waking up yet. Derek was home. Being up this early with Derek home, well it was worth it.

I didn't wake him up. Before too long we'd have a baby in the house keeping us both up far too often.

I had forgotten what this felt like, waking up beside him and feeling entirely happy. Without turning around I could see him in my mind, his perfect hair rummpled from sleep, in need of a shave and a gentle smile curving his lips. Most of his time awake he looked happy, but stressed which had to be expected with our jobs, but when he was sleeping, he was just him. And so damn beautiful. It took a lot of willpower not to turn around and look but I liked just feeling him beside me. And didn't want to ruin the moment.

Than I felt his arm tighten around my waist.

"Go back to sleep," he mummered into my hair, his voice husky with sleep, a wonderful reminder to the night before.

"How did you know I was awake? I asked, cuddling closer to him.

"I always know, Mer," came the muffled answer.

"It's been six months," I argued. He was right, he had always been able to tell if I was asleep, but after six months of seperation I hadn't been so sure of it.

"And I still know," he said, sounding cocky. "Now go to bed. You and BabyShep both need sleep."

"Than tell your daughter to stop kicking me," I laughed. Apparently last night BabyShep had finally learned how to kick, and she hadn't stopped since. Apparently, she was as happy as I was to have her daddy home. Of course, I wasn't kicking anyone.

"Son, stop kicking your mother," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Daughter," I said giggling.

I heard a rumble in his chest, as he rolled over, pushing one of my shoulders towards the bed, effectively pinning me down. "Son," he said, a perfect smile spread across his features.

I found myself wondering exactly what karma I had earned that gave me this man. "Daughter," I argued. This argument was not the time to compliment him, no matter how grateful I was to have him in my bed.

"Son," he argued back.

"Daughter," I said stubbornly.

"You do realize I've been home less than 24 hours and we've already had this argument twice?" he asked, laughter lighting up his face.

"Well get used to it, we still have two months to go," I said, my hand finding his still resting on my stomach.

"Two months," he smiled. He had been home less than 24 hours and I was quite certain that smile hadn't left his face once. It was strange, having this kind of power over anyone, especially Derek. He was so strong, so sure of himself and who he was. Even when he stumbled, he was always Derek. Me, I've always been the one that was kind of screwed, lost and unsure of everything. And yet this amazing man needed me to keep that smile on his face. I wasn't used to being needed by anyone, let alone someone like him.

Another kick.

Derek wasn't the only one that needed me now.

"We're going to be parents, Der," I said to him, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. It was one thing to admit my fear in emails to him, another thing to admit it to his face, when he was there and could give me those eyes, the ones that make me forget my place, let alone any fear.

He heard it anyway. "We'll be fine, Mer," he reassured me, running his fingers gently through my hair and giving me those eyes I had expected.

"How? How are we going to be fine? We don't know how to be parents. We know nothing about being parents. My mom...well she was never there, she didn't care. Your mom..." I trailed off. Derek's mom was intense, but it was a sore spot between us so I never liked bringing her up.

"Was always there and cared too much," he said, obviously not wanting to start an argument when he just got back. "We can find a happy medium."

"How? I don't think we know a happy medium," I argued. I had had this conversation a thousand times in my head, but this felt better, being able to hash out my fears to Derek, knowing that he'd always be there to listen, even when I did feel slightly crazy. I hated admitting my fears to him, but those eyes kept me talking. "I don't know if we can do this."

"We can do this. Together, we can do this. I know you're scared, it's okay. So am I. But we can do this," Derek said.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself."

"I am. If my brother in laws can figure out this dad thing, I'm pretty sure I can do it," Derek said laughing. "And we have everyone here to help us out."

"We do," I responded, snuggling up closer to him.

I had missed this, I had forgotten how much I missed this. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, it fit so well there, like it was meant to be there. His soft breath ruffled the hair on top my head, as his arms held me even closer, his hands smoothing up and down my back. I had forgotten how good this felt. Okay, honestly, not sure if it had ever felt this good before. It didn't seem real that something could feel as good as being in his arms again.

"I'm glad you're home," I muttered into his chest.

"So am I," he whispered back. "Not dark and twisty?"

"Bright and shiney at the moment," I said, honestly feeling just that way, feeling a smile spread across my face.

"Good. I love bright and shiney Meredith," he said, flipping me back onto my back.

"You do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I do. And dark and twisty Meredith. And dull and lifeless Meredith. I just love Meredith," Derek said, smiling like crazy. "I love you."

I giggled slightly at my suddenly cheesy and emotional boyfriend. This was not the Derek that had gone to Africa. This was...I don't know what it was. But I enjoyed it, at least for now. "I love you too," I whispered. In the last twelve hours we had said those words more than I had ever before in my life.

And then he kissed me, with enough passion to make up for the last six months apart. His lips met mine bruisiningly hard, as he raised my head off our pillows, tangling my hair in his fingers. Our lips clashed together, as his hand found my naked breast. I let out a little gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue explored my mouth, as his lips smashed against mine, still sore from the night before but it didn't really matter. He was kissing me. I brought his tongue further into my mouth, gently sucking it, causing a loud groan to escape from him and I could feel his body begin to harden. He tore his lips away from mine, leaving me breathing heavily as his lips began to play along my neck, sucking and biting gently along the way, causing small gasps to escape from my mouth, everytime he hit a spot that he knew far too well.

His lips eventually moved towards my chest, his hands falling lower so they rested on my expanded belly. The belly that Derek strangely found to be the sexiest thing ever, the belly that kept turning him on. "Ready for round..." he started to ask, trailing off, gently leaving a kiss on my upper chest.

"Six," I finished for him, surprised at how husky my own voice sounded. A seven month pregnant woman shouldn't be having this much sex. Right now, with Derek's head nestled in between my swollen breasts, I found myself not caring so much. This was worth any yelling Addison could give me. "And yeah, I'm ready."

His laughter reverberated against my chest, sending chills down my spine and making me squirm slightly, wanting to be closer to him already. "I thought so," he whispered.

God I was happy he was home.

I have mixed feelings about this chapter. Part of me loves it...the other part not so much. I like the idea of it, not sure if I liked the writing of it. But oh well, it's up. I hope it's good enough to pass as my writing. It was cute...with some added heat. And they talked about stuff they needed to talk about. I just don't know. Blah. I think I liked it, just didn't love it.

This fanfic is now basically done. There is an epilogue to go up. And will be up later tonight. And yes it will answer all those questions...what sex is BabyShep? Who wins the bet? And all the other good stuff. You will not be left hanging. And that will probably definitely (95 certain) be up later tonight.

Read. Love. Review.