Three and a half months later…
Meredith is 32 weeks pregnant…
She walked down the stairs. Her stomach was bulging greatly and her feet were extremely sore from working on the twins' nursery. Izzie and Alex had painted it blue on one half and pink on the other. There was a white fabric separation down the middle dividing it evenly down the center. It was Meredith's job to paint airplanes and clouds on the blue side and flowers and butterflies on the pink.
She swiped her bangs out of her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. She let out a long sigh as she sat down in one of the bar seats. Her stomach started to growl so she picked up a cookie that Izzie had made for them and stuffed it in her mouth. She glanced at the clock.
"Damn it," She cursed and hurried up the stairs.
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The closet door swung open as she walked in. Her hair was up in a towel and another was wrapped around her chest. She quickly looked through the clothes hanging up and pulled out a lavender dress. It had a v-neck cut. She shook her head and grabbed a simple black v-neck dress, before hurrying out.
She quickly blew her hair dry and applied minimal make-up before slipping into the dress. Then, she glanced at the clock again. She had to meet him soon.
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His eyes lit up when he saw her walk into the restaurant. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Her hair was loosely curled and framed her face. The dress flowed over her stomach as if it were nothing. The little make-up she wore was beautiful.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you. You don't look half bad yourself." He kissed her cheek and pulled out her chair. "Thank you."
There was a comfortable silence as they looked over their menus and ordered.
"How was your day?" He asked.
"Ugh, I hate maternity leave."
He laughed. "Sorry."
"And you?"
"I can't complain. I had two surgeries."
"I hate you."
"You love me."
She shot him a playful glare. "That's what you think." He laughed.
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They ate dinner talking about different things. Anything between surgery and the nursery. But, as the night went on she noticed something. Maybe it was the fact that he almost knocked over his water. Maybe it was his shaking hands. She couldn't be sure, but she could tell he was nervous.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded.
"Okay."
After a few minutes of silence he began to speak.
"I love you, Meredith." He looked up at her.
"I love you too," She said back with a smile stretching across her face.
"Meredith, you are the only person I've ever loved. The only woman who has stopped my world and could turn it upside down in one fair swoop. Meredith, I love you." There was a minute of silence and he pushed his chair back a little. He was down on his knee. She looked at him oddly. "Will you marry me?"