Chapter Six Dawn was breaking when Derek heard the front door open, and then quietly shut. He waited until he heard her footsteps on the wooden floor of the hallway before making his presence known. ""Meredith," he called,, his voice sounding as wary and broken as he felt. Silence greeted him, as though she hadn't heard or was choosing to ignore him. He started to call out to her again, but stopped when he seen her hovering in the archway between the foyer and living room. There was no mistakening how she had spent the evening. Her long, dark blonde waves were mused in a way that only sex could muss them, and there was a telling flush to her pale cheeks. His wife had spent the night in the arms of another man, and he had driven her there. "Addison called," he said quietly. She didn't move, didn't show any sign that she was listening. He knew that she was though, the green of her eyes had darkened in the way it always did when she was angry or hurt. "I realize that I should have…""Should have what Derek? Told me about Addison's little proposition? Maybe asked if I was okay with my husband fathering a child for another woman…your ex-wife no less." Meredith stalked closer to him, her anger radiating off her body like waves of heat. "Do you know how humiliating it was to be sitting there, having lunch with one of my best friends and then out of no where Addison comes over to thank me. Of course I had no clue what she was thanking me about and didn't have the guts to admit that my husband doesn't tell me shit anymore." Her fists balled up, as though she was preparing to strike him. She didn't move though, just stood there, staring at him with rage filled eyes. "Izzie had to ask her what she was talking about, because all I could do was sit there like the idiot that I am!" "You're not an idiot," Derek said softly. He hated the hurt he had caused her, and all because he had let his impulsive need to father a child dictate his actions. Addison's proposition had seemed like an answer, he could father a child but not force Meredith into a role she didn't want to fill. Everybody won. Except Meredith, he realized. Meredith got nothing but hurt and humiliation. He would have known that before hand if he had thought about it. He hadn't though, and there was no going back. "No. You're right. I'm not the idiot, you are!" Meredith chuckled. She pushed her messy hair off her face. "Don't you want to know where I was Derek? Don't you want to know what I was doing? Who I was doing it with?" Derek felt his body go cold. From the moment she walked through the door he had known what she had done. She wreaked of sex and masculine cologne. He couldn't hate her for it, though, not when he had driven her to it. "No, he said firmly. "I don't want to know. I don't need to know." "Oh, but I think you do," Meredith taunted. Her lips twisted into a sardonic smirk. "I think you will really enjoy knowing that…" Derek lashed out, grabbing her upper arms. His fingers dug into the soft flesh. "I said no," he hissed, his nose a mere inch from her's. "We're going to forget, Meredith. We are going to forget about Addison and whoever he was. We are going to forget and we are going to get through this." He released the hold he had on her, aware that he had hurt her. "I love you," he said softly, his blue eyes blurring slightly. "I love you and I refuse to lose you. We'll get through this, Meredith." She stared at him, confliction running rampant across her face. Finally, she melted into his arms, letting him hold her. "We'll get through this," she whispered.You should've know that word, bout what you did with herWould get back to me...And I should've been there, in the back of your mindI shouldn't be asking myself whyTaylor Swift-Should Have Said No