The next day Meredith was feeling a lot better, but that was an understatement. She was severely dehydrated. They were running an IV to help her, so she would need to stay one more night. Derek hadn't left the hospital yet. He was there through everything. He wasn't planning on leaving her anytime soon either.
He walked into the waiting area of the hospital to get a cup of coffee from the cart. He had put it all out there for her. He told her how he felt and she listened. What do I do now? Does this mean were ok? He didn't want to ever see her hurt again. He found the nearest empty seat and let the chair hold his weight, as he finally relaxed enough to close his eyes.
"Meredith I can't do this shit anymore. I'm not a priority to you and I'm your fucking husband! All you do is work constantly. You never want to see me anymore. You just bitch about being tired all the damn time!" Derek spat at her.
"Derek, I'm a first year resident! What do you expect? You have gone through this before, so why are you treating me like you don't know what its like to work in a hospital. I'm trying to do well in my job. Could you at least act like you care about my career at all?" she replied.
"I know damn well what its like Meredith. But I still made time for Addison. We made it work. You pick up extra shifts for no reason at all. You stay late to help out, while I just sit here and wait. I'm tired of waiting Meredith. I either want you to try harder or this is done. We aren't the same as we used to be. We're drifting apart." Derek said, with sadness overwhelming his voice.
"Derek I am trying. I'm fucking working my ass off to help pay bills. I want to be a good surgeon just like you are. That doesn't mean I should put my career on the backburner because you can't be alone for a couple of hours. We do have time together. We're fucking doctors Derek. How much time do you expect we get! We chose this career." She replied. The anger was rising in her chest. How had they come to this?
"If you were smart enough to go to medical school, you should be able to find time to spend with your husband." He said with a smirk.
"Fuck you Derek." She said as she ran up the stairs towards their master bedroom. She turned on the shower and started to undress, tears running freely. She stepped into the steam, letting the warmth wrap her body and she felt herself start to relax. She let the beads of water run down her face and she closed her eyes and cleared her mind.
She felt arms envelop her from behind and lips press against her neck. "Derek, please. Just go, ok?" she pleaded. He knew how to get her and she hated that. "Mer, baby. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. You know I love you. I'm just stressed out from work and all. I just want us to work out."
She looked up at him with her emerald eyes. They were silently begging him to make it better. Her eyes said it all. He slowly leaned forward and kissed her lips with a passion so strong, her legs could barley hold her. He picked her up and pushed her against the shower wall and wrapped her legs around him, kissing every inch of her he could get his lips on. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. "Make up sex?" she whispered, with a grin on her face. "Make up sex" he repeated smirking back at her. She twisted her hips in just the right way so he could gain entrance into the place that would make them one. He thrust into her causing a moan to escape from her parted lips, making him go weak in the knees. He quickened his pace, making her call out his name, losing control of her senses. He could feel her tense up, surrounding him in warmth, sending him over the edge.
He had to fight for this. He had to. Derek loved her so much, but couldn't just let it be. These memories were twisting his insides. This is his entire fault, the drinking, the depression, and the sadness. He finally opened his eyes, seeing Izzie across the room struggling to keep Delia under control. His daughter, his beautiful baby daughter. She was screaming and crying uncontrollably and Izzie had a panicked look on her face. Derek got up and made his was over to them.
"May I, Izzie?" he asked, longing to hold his daughter for the first time. He prayed she would let him.
"Are you sure Derek? I mean Mer- "
"I think Meredith will be okay with it" Derek interrupted, reaching out for her. The minute that Derek held his daughter, she stopped crying. He held her close, looking into her deep blue eyes and immediately fell in love. He couldn't ever leave her or Meredith again. Izzie handed him a bottle and he leaned her back, feeding it to her in awe that this living being was created by him. That day in the shower, their love made her. He felt guilty that they had been fighting that day. They had created a beautiful thing together and he just threw it all away. Never again.