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Derek Shepherd was certain he'd never been so happy in his life. Well, maybe that night in the bar when he had first met Meredith, but this was a close second. A slight ding brought him back to reality as the elevator doors slid open, and tightening his grip on his new travel mug, he stepped off with a grin.

The first person he came across was Richard Webber, who was leaning against the wall opposite the O.R. board, scrutinizing a chart. Derek grinned and walked over, leaning against the wall beside him. "Chief!" he greeted him brightly, earning a suspicious look.

"Dr. Shepherd."

Derek tilted his head toward the board in front of him. "I've got a subdural hematoma at six-thirty." He wasn't entirely sure why he had just announced that, it was certainly not an out of the ordinary procedure. Richard would surely wonder what was going on now. He laughed out loud. His face was almost beginning to hurt, but try as he might, he could not wipe the grin off his face. The Chief seemed to be thinking the same thing, and now lowered his chart, slowly turning to look at Derek.

"I can see that. Everything okay, Dr. Shepherd?" It wasn't like Derek to be this happy. He was usually an upbeat person, sometimes even annoyingly so, but this seemed even out of character. He seemed as though he was…radiating. Glowing, maybe. Richard squinted a little at him, almost as if though if he stared long enough, he would be able to figure it out. But Derek was still staring straight ahead at the board, grin plastered on his face, clinging to the mug in his hand.

He turned his head to look at the Chief. "I've got a new mug."

He smiled again, blue eyes sparkling, as he moved forward to continue down the hallway. Richard stared after him, shaking his head, wondering what on earth was going on with his Head of Neurosurgery.

Meredith pulled her Jeep into the front lot, locking the doors behind her as she walked into the front doors of Seattle Grace Hospital. She felt a little strange about coming in to work on her day off, but technically it wasn't just to visit, she had an appointment. And that should somewhat justify being there when she didn't need to be. Right?

Shrugging to herself, she crossed the expansive lobby to the elevator, and pressed the up button. As she waited patiently for it to arrive, a voice called out behind her.

"Meredith?" Christina was jogging toward her, carrying a patient's file. She slowed to a stop as she approached the elevator, which was just opening, and followed Meredith on to it. "What are you doing here? You're off today, aren't you?"

She nodded. "Yes, I just needed to bring something to Derek."

She felt bad lying to her friend, to her person, but did not want to tell the news yet until she was positive everything was okay. Which happened to be where she was headed. Christina nodded, seeing this as a reasonable excuse to be in the hospital on one's day off. After all, she was coming in search of surgeries on her days off.

"You would not believe the case that Montgomery has me on…" Christina began, and Meredith pretended to listen to her intently. After all, it was her job to listen, and this was what excited Christina. Luckily, it wasn't long before the light for the fourth floor lit up, and she smiled at her friend.

"I'm sorry, this is my stop." With a wave goodbye, she stepped off the elevator. She was not here to bring something to Derek, but had to meet him before she went in search of Addison. Addison was the only person, besides Derek, who knew. Meredith knew she was the best in neonatology, and wanted her as her doctor. Luckily, she did not have to look far for Derek, because she could hear him laughing. Loudly.

Hurrying in the direction she could hear him coming from, she turned the corner and came to an abrupt stop. Derek was laughing, a deep belly laugh, at something Alex was telling him. Alex Karev? She wasn't sure when Alex had become a comedian, never mind when he and Derek had begun chatting in the hallways, but warily approached them anyway.

"Well, now you've got to tell me what's so funny," she grinned as she slid an arm around Derek's waist, smiling as she noticed the mug still firmly in his right hand.

He beamed at her arrival, kissing her on the forehead. "Oh, nothing, Karev was just telling me a story. Nothing important."

She turned toward Alex, a questioning look on her face. He shrugged. "I don't know, he's been this giddy since he got there. Did you two have a fun lunch break or something?"

Her mouth opened slightly, fighting a smile, as Derek broke out into another round of hearty laughter. Now she turned to look at him, along with Alex. "Are you okay, Derek?"

He grinned widely. "I am perfectly fine. Why does everyone find it strange that I'm just happy? I'm always happy. Always happy. This isn't anything weird. Let's go, shall we?" Meredith shot Alex an apologetic glance as Derek steered her down the hallway. He shrugged and headed in the opposite direction.

"Are you scaring your colleagues? I'm glad you took the news well, but you seem a little…wound up." She questioned, peering up at him. He took a sip from his mug and smiled at her.

"I'm just happy. Why wouldn't I be?" he let his voice drop to a conspiratorial whisper. "We're gonna have a baby!"

Truth be told, Meredith was ecstatic that he was so happy about it. She had been worried that he might not take the news well, with both of them having such busy schedules. She knew he had always wanted children, but her fears had remained anyway. This seemed a little amusing to her; she had never seen Derek so giddy.

"Ah! Addison!" he yelled suddenly, startling Meredith. And apparently, everyone else in the hallway. He looked appropriately embarrassed at his outburst, and turned a light shade of pink. "Er, sorry."

Addison laughed as she turned from where she was standing by the nurses' station. "Excited, Derek?"

He grinned and nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. Meredith rolled her eyes. "A little too excited. He's very wound up, from what I've been hearing."

Addison nodded her agreement as they turned and walked toward a private exam room. "He has told anyone who will stay near him long enough that he's got a new mug."

Meredith's eyes widened. She hadn't wanted to tell anyone yet. "He has?"

As Meredith scooted up onto the exam table and Derek sat next to her, Addison realized what she had said. "No no, I'm sorry, he has been saying that, but he hasn't let anyone look at it long enough to read it. He's off and running. Like you said, very wound up." She laughed. It was odd to her that she didn't feel more uncomfortable with the situation, but within the past two years she had grown close to Meredith. She was excited for them.

The exam proved everything to be normal, and Meredith was about eight weeks along. "It's a little too early for an ultrasound, but we'll do that in a few weeks. I'm going to prescribe you some prenatal vitamins. I want you to make sure you take them, no alcohol for the next seven months, and make sure you're eating properly." Addison told Meredith as she scribbled several notes onto her chart.

Meredith nodded, taking mental notes, and glanced over at Derek. He was staring at her stomach, seemingly in a daze. She cleared her throat gently. "Derek?"

His eyes snapped up to meet hers, and he smiled. "That's our baby," he said softly, reaching over and placing his hand over hers where it rested on her stomach. "We're having a baby."

Addison smiled at them as she looked over her glasses; Derek was watching Meredith's stomach, and she was watching him, both were misty-eyed. Quietly, and unnoticed, Addison slipped from the room with the files, heading toward the pharmacy to fill Meredith's prescription for her. Derek was in awe, and had finally calmed down a little, and Addison wanted to maintain that as long as possible. She had a feeling the rest of the hospital would appreciate it, too.