Breathe
Annoying - Apparently everyone needs to do it, but why in my house, yes I said they could live here.. but ugghhh.
They share food, and they say things, and they move things, and they breathe.
Fresh – He doesn't need the mints, he smells and tastes divine, even through my tequila and his scotch breath. I could taste and smell him days later. I can still taste his breath from the elevator, seriously, what was I thinking, what was that about? Anwyay, he doesn't need the mints, but I'm not telling him that, he already has an ego the size of Manhattan. Mind you maybe he should make sure the wallet is stocked.
Is it going to happen again? 'Cause if it is, I need to bring breath mints. Cliches I'm not really a cliché kind of girl, but sometimes they just fit. Some though are just dumb. I mean how do you "take my breath away" like that stupid 80's song goes on about? What do they mean? That you kill someone cause they stop breathing. How is that a romantic thing? Ok so cynical, sue me. But maybe, maybe it is a good thing, maybe it's a figurative thing. Oh well, being the girl least likely to ever fall totally in love, I figure, figuratively or literally, it's not something I have to worry about.
See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
Suffocating I always figured you needed something covering you to suffocate. I had no idea you could be smothered, completely unable to breathe, by someone's eyes. Blue, piercing eyes. Mesmerising, but honestly even those eyes, even his eyes, shouldn't be able to suffocate you should they?
I can't breathe with you looking at me like that so just stop!
Not enough It was just a pause, just a second. Stupid place to do it I know, I know. But not this, this is not what I want or wanted. I need to do this for him, for us, for me. A whiff would never ever ever be enough.
They are barely breathing. This will break them. None of them deserves that. And this...this is the big one. See pay attention! Do you know what kind of miracle it is that Derek is who he is? Do you know how rare it is that someone like even exists. He's still an optimist. He still believes in true love and magic and soul mates. He's waiting for you and if you don't come back from this, you will change who he is.
Life
"Breathe, baby, Breathe"
"Meredith, you need to breathe"
"Come on baby, breathe, you can, in out, in out"
"arrr ouch"
"I know you are in pain Meredith, but remember you need to breathe, in "
"SHUT UP DEREK"
"Ok, baby see, you got through another one, not many more to go, right" you ask looking for confirmation from the midwife
"Derek you DO NOT get to say ouch"
"I know, I know, but for little hands you sure can squeeze tight"
"Well you know what else is little about me, that you usually seem so happy and smug with?"
Derek raises an eyebrow
"Well currently I am trying to squeeze a watermelon out that, and it fucking hurts, and it's probably cause it's got your stupid hair… AWWWWW"
Derek bites his bottom lip to refrain from ouching as his tiny wife squeezes his hand again. He is glad that no one here is commenting on the potential damage to his 3 million a year hands.
"Breathe baby, breathe"
"DO NOT call me BABY"
"Meredith, you have to breathe, if you don't breathe through them you can't push"
The Midwife intervenes "now would be a good time to push Meredith"
"Ok ba.. Meredith, push & breathe, breathe"
Much breathing and squeezing and swearing and pushing later, the midwife exclaims
"Ok, here comes the head, one last big breath and push and the baby will be out"
Meredith stares into Derek's eyes, fatigue, pain, tiredness, are abundant but a small flicker of adoration still remains. He holds both her hands and makes no whimper as she cuts off all circulation to his fingers. They continue to stare into each other's eyes as she heavily exhales one last exhausted breath and bears down to push with what little strength she has left.
She feels a burning sensation, shafting through the intense heavy consistent pain she has been in for hours. Then a shift, a slip and some relief.
The midwife pulls the baby by it's shoulders and holds the baby up for the parent's to see.
The baby is covered in white vernix, red blood and tinged blue.
Everyone in the room, apart from the baby, has a medical degree.
Within a second everyone, parent's included are shouting
"BREATHE", "suction", "BREATHE", "call the Dr"
Meredith cannot see her baby anymore through the throng of medical people surrounding it. She whimpers into Derek's t-shirt "breathe please breathe"
Time drags, in their heads it stands still, on the clock it has been one, two minutes. The hive of medical activity around the baby continues. Derek takes hope from that. Stillness from them would be a disaster.
A ear splitting wail rents the air. It is the sweetest sound in the world.
Meredith and Derek sigh their held breaths.
The midwife returns with a still bloody and vernix covered baby, pink and rosy & swaddled roughly.
She smiles and places it in it's mothers arms.
Meredith and Derek stare at the baby, and then each other, love and adoration all that is left.
"Breathe, baby, breathe"