Anna barreled down the stairs with her overstuffed overnight bags in her hands. This was her first ever sleep-over. She was excited. Derek was secretly relieved. He was looking forward to some much needed alone time with Meredith. And Meredith, she was worried. She was worried that Anna would get scared in the middle of the night. Worried she would get homesick. Derek shook his head when she saw the huge bags that Anna was carrying done.

"Anna Banana, are you running away?" Derek asked with a chuckle.

"No. Why?" She asked with a tip of her head.

"I think you have way too many clothes in there." He said as he pointed to the bags that she finally had to sit down, because they were so heavy.

"I want to make sure I have just the right clothes." She said with a smile.

"Why don't you go upstairs, and take out everything." He said. He heard her huff. "Then put in two pairs of jeans. Two tee shirts, a sweatshirt and pajamas. And underclothes." God, now he was sounding like his mom did with the girls. Totally pathetic.

"Fine. You are is bad as Mommy." She said as she struggled to drag the bags back up the stairs. He quickly climbed the stairs and helped her. He followed her into her messy room.

"What is this?" He asked as he pointed at the mess.

"Um...a mess." She said with a shrug.

"No shrugging. There will be no shrugging! You need to clean this up. If mommy saw this... You would be coming back home tonight, that's for sure." He said as he shook his head.

There was no way he was risking her coming back home for something stupid. He wanted Meredith all to himself tonight. He watched as she grunted and huffed as she picked up her clothes and toys. He sat on her bed. He wasn't helping her. She needed to learn responsibility. She would pout and look over at him, and he would just shake his head. He had let her get way to spoiled, and now he was putting his foot down.

"Good." He said as he watched her put the last shirt in her closet. "You are going to have to help. We can't push mommy too much with the babies on their way." He explained to her.

"Okay. I'm sorry daddy." She said with a frown as she placed her things into a smaller bag.

"Did you remember your toothpaste and toothbrush?" He asked. She quickly turned and went to her bathroom. "And I hope your bathroom is clean." He warned. He heard her rusting around, and she finally made her way out some time later.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he grabbed her bag.

"Yep." She said with a smile. She led the way out of her room and down the stairs.

"Are you going to be afraid?" He asked as they pulled down the driveway.

"No!" She shouted loudly. "I'm not gonna be afraid..."

"Okay. If you are, you know you can call home if you need to, right?" Derek asked.

"Daddy, quit worrying." She demanded. They drove in silence for awhile. "Can we listen to the Clash?" She asked with a smile.

"Of course." He said as he pushed the play button.

"The supermarket song." She told him. He skipped farther into the c.d. He listened as she sang along. He listened a little closer, noticing that she was singing something entirely different. He turned the sound down and listened to her sing a cappella.

"My Dad is lost in the eighties, he can not longer think rationally, he's fallen off his rocker, and needs to come back to reality..." She sang, emulating Meredith.

"What?" He asked in shock. "Sing that again."

"My Dad is lost in the eighties, he can not longer think rationally, he's fallen off his rocker, and needs to come back to reality..." She sang again as she looked at him in the mirror.

"Where did you hear that?" He asked with suspicion as he looked back at her face.

"Mommy." She giggled. "She made it up about you."

"Did she now?" He asked as he shook his head in disgust. He sat in his seat for a few minutes and began laughing. It was an evil laugh. A laugh that anyone would notice. A laugh that was a precursor payback.

"What's so funny, Daddy?" Anna asked quickly.

"Mommy is going to eat her words." He said with another laugh.

"What do you mean? You aren't going to make her eat paper, are you?" She asked in shock. "That would be mean."

"No, Anna. I won't make your mom eat paper. It's a figure of speech." He told her. He turned the radio back up. "What I have planned is much worse than that." He muttered under his breath.

He watched as Anna bobbed around in the back seat to the music. He shook his head and laughed. At least she can appreciate good music. And Meredith. He couldn't believe her. She thought she was so funny. We'll se how funny she really is, soon enough. He looked down at the paper. The address matched the one on the house as he pulled into the driveway.

"This is it?" She said with disappointment. "It's small." She said with a frown. "Our house is a lot bigger. I think my room is bigger than this house." She said with a shake of her head.

"Anna, that doesn't matter." He said as he whipped around and looked at her. "I grew up in a house even smaller than this one. Not everyone is fortunate to have what we do. So I don't want to hear you make those comments ever again." He scorned.

"I'm sorry daddy." She mumbled as she looked out the window.

"It's okay, baby. You don't want hurt someone's feelings, do you?" He asked.

"No." She said as she looked at him.

"Okay." She said as he climbed out of the car. "Let's go meet Kayla's parents." He said as he grabbed her hand and walked towards the modest, but clean home.

Kayla's parents were very personable. He felt completely comfortable leaving his daughter at their house for the night. Anna seemed completely content as she ran off chasing Kayla to her room. Derek climbed in his Land Rover. He couldn't believe that Anna had said that. She was spoiled. He didn't know what she had before she came to them, but he didn't think it was much. He knew that he and Meredith were really going to have to keep after her. She needed to learn that things weren't handed to her and she needed to watch what she said. Derek flipped the radio on and smiled. Revenge is so sweet...

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Meredith drove home quickly. She, Derek and Anna were going grocery shopping together. As a family. Meredith was surprised. This family thing was pretty freaking amazing. She loved having them both. When she was with Ian, she prayed that she was alone. She loved having her free time. She secretly loved it when he would go home with some other woman. And now she looked forward to going home and spending her evenings with her husband and child.

Meredith pulled down her perfect long winding driveway. She smiled when she saw her perfect house looming in the distance. Never had she thought she would have this. Perfection. She always said it wasn't possible. Now she was seeing that it was. She opened the garage door and pulled her car in. She looked over at her old Jeep. That was just one more wonderful thing that Derek had done. She smiled when she looked up and saw the entry door open and Derek standing there with a smile.

"Hey." He said as he made his way to the BMW and gave her a soft kiss. "That wasn't too long." He pointed out.

"I didn't have Addison with me." She pointed out.

"Good point..." He said with a chuckle.

"Tell me something." She said as she walked to the back of her car and opened it.

"Anything..." Derek said with a grin.

"Why are people so drawn to a pregnant woman's damn stomach? Every person in that damn maternity shop had their hands on me! It's freaking weird!" She said as she grabbed two bags out.

"Who knows...People are strange." Derek said with a shrug. He grabbed the last bags and began to follow her in. "You sure didn't buy much." He pointed out as he followed her upstairs.

"I bought enough." She mumbled. "I got tired of the belly rubs. You give dogs belly rubs, not strangers." She said as she threw the bags down on the bed.

"Can I rub your belly?" He asked with a smile.

"Of course you can rub my belly." She said as she stood their taking her new clothes out of the bag. Derek wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her abdomen.

"How are Thing One and Thing Two today?" He asked with a smile.

"I think they are good." She said happily.

"You are so sexy." He whispered into her ear.

"Where is Anna?" She asked quietly. "I thought we were going shopping?"

"Nope, I already went. Anna went to Kayla's house for the night." He said with a dirty grin. "The whole night."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" She asked.

"I'm just stating a fact. She will be gone all night. I guess we'll have to find some way to entertain ourselves." He told her as he kissed her neck.

"I guess we will." She agreed as she turned around, faced him kissing him softly. "I have to put these clothes in the wash." She said with a smile as she turned back around, gathering them in her arms and walking off.

"Seriously?" He asked as he followed her like a puppy.

"Seriously. I have nothing that fits, and I need to wear clothes. I have to wash these so I can wear them tonight." She explained as she continued to walk away from him.

"We could stay home. Naked. All night long." He said with a smile as he followed her into the laundry room. She threw the clothes and detergent in the washer and pushed the buttons. Derek slid his hand up her shirt.

"Derek! You need to behave yourself." She said with a giggle as she swatted his hand away.

"Come on, Mer. You know you want to." He said as he turned her around.

"We don't have time..." She muttered as she looked at him.

"For sex, we make time." He grinned as he lifted her up and onto the washer.

He ran his hands up and down her soft skin under her shirt. She smiled as his hands played with the band of her cotton yoga pants. They were the only ones that fit. She moaned as his fingers feathered underneath. She lifted her bottom off of the washer, as he pulled them off and threw them on the floor. He looked into her blue-green eyes. She only had eyes like that when she was turned on. When she needed him. He smiled as looked down to see the wet spot on her thong. He gently pushed her panties to the side and thrust two fingers inside of her.

"Oh god..." She gasped as he pressed and rubbed all the right spots. "Damn-it..." She moaned loudly. She began squirming as she felt her peak nearing. "Oh god..." She yelped as she released her warm liquid.

"Okay." Derek said with a shrug as he began to walk away.

"Oh I don't think so. That was just a warm-up." She said with a giggle. "Take off your pants." She demanded.

"I like bossy Meredith." He said with a smile as he quickly dropped his jeans on the floor in a pile.

"Boxers too." She said with a grin as she pulled off her thong. "Okay..." She said as she leaped off of the washer and onto him.

"God Mer." He muttered as she held him tightly.

"Fuck me, Derek." She said hastily. He smiled as he pushed her against the agitating washer, placing himself inside of her. "Oh god..."

"Shit Mer." He said as he thrusted into her. "Oh my---- Oh..." He moaned as he felt her hot folds around him. The vibrating of the washer heightening their senses.

"Oh...crap...god Derek..." She shouted as she felt his shaft pulsating. "Harder!" She screamed as she pushed her hips hard against him. She pushed too hard.

"Fuck!" He shouted as they both tumbled onto the floor. She smiled as she rocked hard onto him.

"Oh god..." She screamed loudly.

"Mer...I'm...Oh...I'm coming..." He moaned loudly.

"Fuck...Oh god..." She squealed as she rocked one last time, feeling their juices combining. "Oh..." She moaned as she closed her eyes and her body shook.

"Wow..." Derek said as he looked up at her, he could see the beads of sweat creeping from her thin shirt. She slowly climbed off of him and threw her clothes in the dirty laundry basket. He smiled as he watched her walk off, naked.

"This is why I love living in the middle of nowhere." She said as she walked over. He watched her hips sway.

"Where are you going?" He shouted after her.

"I'm going take a shower." She said as she shook her ass. Derek quickly peeled off his own clothes and chased after her. He smacked her on the ass as he caught up.

"We're taking a shower." He clarified as they both ran up the stairs.

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Meredith pulled into the parking lot of Quimby's. This was all too familiar. Showing up at the restaurant, by herself. She honestly couldn't believe it. Derek had gotten paged. Freaking paged. They make plans for one evening and he goes to the hospital. It's the job. He can't help it. And yet it is still irritating as hell. There she sat, contemplating whether or not to even go in. She hated being stuck in these situations. She took one last look around the parking lot, and a look the mirror. She opened the door and threw her legs out. She could do this.

She looked around the minute she entered the busy restaurant. She spotted Addison and Stan in the back. Their were two other people at the table. This is even worse than I expected. Now I have to make excuses to strangers. Meredith begrudgingly walked towards the table. Addison of course looked absolutely fabulous. She had on a casual skirt and flats. Stan had on a nice button down shirt and khakis. The other woman looked like Addison. Maybe more of a shrunken version. Not so pretty, a little shorter and chunkier. The other man was good looking with sharp features and sandy blond hair.

"Meredith!" Addison said as she jumped up.

"Hey Addie." Meredith returned with a smile. Addison gave her a warm hug. "How are you, Stan?" Meredith asked as she looked over at him

"I am great, how are you?" He asked with a genuine smile.

"I am really good." Meredith said as she looked at the other two guests.

"I'm sorry, Meredith. How rude of me! This is my sister, Franceasca, and her fiance, Marty." Addison said as she introduced him. "This is my good friend Meredith."

"It's nice to meet you." Meredith said as she sat down at the table.

"Please tell me Derek is parking the car..." Addison said with raised eyebrows. Meredith's face quickly dropped. "He's at the hospital, isn't he?" Addison asked.

"Of course he is." Meredith returned with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "But I am here."

"And I am glad you still came." Addison said with a smile. Meredith looked at Franceasca. The woman she thought Derek was having an affair with. She was not what she had imagined. Not in the least. She felt even more foolish now than she had before.

"So, Meredith what do you do for a living?" Francaesca asked with a warm smile.

"I'm a surgical resident at Seattle Grace." Meredith returned simply. Her irritation with Derek was now growing. He had abandoned her. He left her with the wolves. It wouldn't have been a big deal if it were just Addison and Stan. But now their were tow other people there that didn't give her a good vibe.

"Oh, another doctor..." She muttered. "So this isn't weird?"

"What?" Meredith asked as she looked around.

"Going to dinner with your husband's ex-wife." Fran said with raised eyebrows.

"No, not in the least. Addie and I, we're beyond that." Meredith explained as she took a sip of her drink.

"Yes, we are. Besides, Derek and I were not meant to be." Addison said quickly.

"Thank god for that." Fran said with a chuckle. Meredith could smell the alcohol on her breath. She could already tell that she didn't like Fran. Not one bit.

"Fran." Addison spat angrily.

"What? He was a crappy husband." She said with a shrug as she leaned over and kissed her boyfriend. Marty gave Meredith and apologetic look. Meredith shrugged.

"He is a wonderful husband to Meredith. In fact, they are expecting twins." Addison said with a huge grin.

"Oh, congratulations!" Fran said with a smile.

"Thank you." Meredith returned. Derek was so getting his ass kicked. He had better not be doing a kick ass surgery while she suffers. Meredith looked down at her watch.

"What did he have?" Addison asked.

"I have no idea. We were- He was paged 911." Meredith quickly answered.

"Not good." Stan said, knowing what that meant.

"I'm guessing that being married to a doctor isn't a walk in the park?" Marty asked as he looked at them all.

"No...no it's not." Stan answered with a head shake. "The hospital owns you."

"Two doctors is even worse." Meredith returned with a frown.

Meredith ordered her food and sat back in her seat. It wasn't torture. It was close, but it definitely wasn't torture. She couldn't believe her luck. She couldn't believe that he wasn't there. Instinctively her hand rested on her stomach as she listened to everyone talk. She kept noticing Marty looking at her. It wasn't an innocent look. It was a look that if Derek saw, he would most likely knock him out cold. So now she was avoiding. Avoiding Marty, avoiding talking. Just avoiding.

Meredith threw some appetizers on her plate and ate them slowly. Her eyes moved to the door. It was bizarre. Beyond bizarre. She couldn't believe that someone was walking around that way. Definitely 80's punk. The hair was spiky. Drain pipe black jeans. A ripped Clash shirt. The rocker jacket. Black boots. Spikes. Oh dear god. And Everyone was staring. She didn't know whether to point and laugh or hide. Then she caught his eye. Even across the room, she knew those blue eyes.

"I am so sorry, guys." Meredith said and she dropped her head into her hands and shook it. They all looked at her like she was crazy. Then they looked up to see Derek.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Derek said as he leaned down and kissed her. Everyone became wide-eyed. Nearly the whole restaurant fell silent.

"Derek!" Meredith seethed through her teeth. "What the hell are you doing?" She said as she looked over at him. Everyone else at the table still had their mouth agape. She looked at his usually perfect hair, standing on end.

"I'm just playing along with your little song..." He said with a smile as he leaned down and kissed her again.

"What song?" She asked hastily.

"Um. Something about daddy being stuck in the eighties." He said with a grin. Her face immediately dropped/ She had brought it on herself.

"Oh my god..." She groaned.

"So I figured I may as well be." He said as he looked around at a confused table.

"What?" Addison said with a confused look.

"Meredith has been bad-mouthing the Clash to Anna, our daughter." He explained as he looked around the table. "She made up a cute song about me being stuck in the eighties and what was it? Off my rocker, needing to come back to reality?" He asked as he looked over at her. She nodded her head yes.

"Oh, Meredith..." Addison said with a head shake. "You should know better than to mess with the Clash..."

"I do now." She returned with a raised eyebrow.

"Derek, you are unbelievable." Fran said with disgust. "So immature."

"I try." Derek said with a cheesy grin. "I'm Derek Shepherd." Derek said as he stuck his hand out to Marty.

"Marty Tanner." Marty said as he shook his hand. "So you are a neurosurgeon?" Marty asked in shock. He definitely didn't look like one.

"That I am." Derek said with a smile.

"You're not going to stay that way, are you?" Meredith asked. regretting her little song.

"Of course I am, dear." Derek said with a chuckle. "Besides, I thought it would be fun when we went home tonight." He said as he raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh god..." She muttered.

"You with youre pink hair, me with my spikes. Maybe the whips and chains..." He said suggestively.

"TMI, Derek. TMI." Fran said, shaking her head. "I don't care about your sex life."

"It's very good I'll have you know." Derek said with a grin. "Very good." He reiterated as he looked at Meredith.

"I don't doubt that." Marty said loudly under his breath. Meredith moved nervously in her chair at the comment. Derek didn't notice, he was too focused on looking at her.

"What?" Fran asked him with an angry look in her eye.

"What?" Marty returned, pretending not to know what she was talking about.

"So what was wrong at the hospital?" Addison asked Derek, noting the tension.

"Nothing. I had Dr. Calhoun page me. This doesn't happen in minutes." Derek said, motioning to himself in his clothes.

"Derek, you are pathetic." Addison told him.

"I know." Derek agreed.

"I have to go to the restroom." Meredith said with a smile as she got up and walked away. On her way back out, she was meant with a pair of light blue eyes.

"So, what do you say we get out of here?" Marty asked as he put his hand against the wall, next to Meredith. "Could be fun. Sounds like you are a lot of fun."

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Meredith asked with a laugh. "I am here with my husband. My ridiculously immature, dorky husband, who I love more than life." She said as she started to walk away.

"You're making a mistake." He said as he followed her with his eyes.

"I highly doubt that." She returned as she continued on her way.

Meredith spent the rest of the evening unnerved. Something about Marty's comment upset her. Worried her, even. But she was most likely overreacting. At least that's what she kept telling herself. Derek could tell something was wrong, but he didn't want to press the issue. She had been having huge hormonal mood swings, and he didn't want to make it worse. Derek pulled up into the driveway, and pulled into the garage. Meredith followed behind him. They both walked into the house. Meredith put her purse on the counter.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a head cock.

"I am great." She said, snapping to reality and pushing everything else out. She was good at that, shoving all down into a dark twisty place. "In fact, I can't wait to get you out of those clothes and do very, very dirty things to you." She giggles as she pulled his jacket off.

"Oh really?" He asked with a grin as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Really." She said as she began peeling her own clothes off. "Leave the boots on." She said with a giggle. "They are hot." She stood there, taking him in. She saw him grow infront of her eyes. "Hold that thought." She said as she ran into the other room and returned with a riding crop in her hand. "Just how bad have you been?" She asked as she smacked her hand with the crop. His eyes got wide. Thsi was definitely something he handn't encountered in his lifetime.

"Very bad..." He said softly. "So bad..."

"So you need punishment?" She asked with raised brows.

"I do." He agreed with a head shake. She met his ass with a firm smack. "Holy shit!" He shouted as he rubbed the red welt.

"You said you were bad..." She answered with a grin.

"I am." He said as he jogged off up the stairs.

"More punishment for you..." She shouted as she chased after him with the crop in her hand. The whole way up the same words Marty had said, repeated in her head. You're making a mistake...