Thanks for everyone that did review, although I'll be honest I was a little disappointed at how little people left feedback… anyways this story is starting to wrap up, but I'm going to do a sequel that will be like milestones or one main thing in each chapter as they travel through life. The chapters will be longer but updated less frequently. For now though enjoy the latest chapter! This mainly just a filler chapter.

Meredith awoke to the nurse's squawking about some sort of irrelevant gossip, early the next morning. When she looked over she was surprised to not see Maeve's incubator or Derek in his chair, where he had been when she had fallen asleep. She sat up slightly more as she tried to peer out the door and see if Derek was there. Where had everyone disappeared too?

"Good morning. How's my favorite dirty mistress?" said a voice as she looked up to none other than Mark leaning up against the doorway.

"Like her insides have been stepped and thrown around on." said Meredith as she shifted in her bed to get more comfortable. "Have you seen her?" asked Meredith.

Mark nodded as a small smile made its way across his face. "She's beautiful. Just like her mother. We should be thankful she doesn't have Derek's nose or ears." said Mark with a smirk.

Meredith laughed slightly and then stopped when her side started to hurt. "Speaking of Derek, have you seen him?" asked Meredith.

"I haven't seen him yet maybe he……" started Mark before he was cut off with nurse coming in with the incubator. He quickly stepped aside allowing the nurse to push in the incubator.

"Good morning." said a nurse very dryly with a monotone voice. "We've been feeding her all night; we'd now like to give you that responsibility." said the nurse as she handed her the small bottle of formula. "I would show you, but I assume with you being a doctor you already know how." said the nurse as she turned on her heels and left, shutting the door behind her.

"She was pleasant." said Mark.

Meredith stared at the bottle. The only time she had ever fed a baby was when she fed Leah, when she and Derek had watched her and Ava. He had been there telling her what to do, and reassuring her. How was she supposed to do this by herself?

"Um… okay how hard could this be right?" asked Meredith to Mark as she shrugged her shoulders and then reached towards the incubator that was placed next to her and picked Maeve up.

She awkwardly supported her head, still be slightly uncomfortable with holding her but quickly adjusted her in into the crook of her arms. She then took the bottle and placed it in the baby's mouth. She happily took the bottle. Meredith let out a relieved sigh, to only have the relieved feeling disappear when Maeve started to cry.

"No. Maeve. Please don't cry. Its okay." whispered Meredith as she tried to reassure herself along with her daughter. "Please." begged Meredith as silly frustrated tears started to make her way into her eyes.

"I will not cry." Meredith told herself as Maeve's cries got louder. She looked up at Mark desperation written in her eyes, as he looked back with a clueless expression on what to do. "Help." said Meredith as a tear made her way down her cheeks.

"No. No. No, you don't get to start crying too." said Mark panic raising in his voice obviously not liking the situation he was being thrown into.

"I can't help it. My daughter hates me already and she's not even forty eight hours old and I can't stop god damn crying over everything." sobbed Meredith as she cried right along with the baby.

Mark looked back and forth hoping a nurse would walk and take care of the situation. When he saw that clearly no one was coming, he went into action. He walked over and removed Maeve from Meredith's arms who continued to cry. He then tried to re-arrange her in his arms as he rubbed Meredith's shoulder to get her to calm down. Somehow with everything he had his hands tied around, he managed to take out his cell phone.

"Derek?" said Mark as soon as he heard him pick up. "Where are you…… Okay you need to get here like now….. you can't be for ten minutes, I can't wait that long…. who else can I call?" asked Mark as he tried to think of someone who was good with babies and could deal with crying.

"Izzie!"

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Meredith stood over the bed a few days later, as she attempted to put a clean outfit on Maeve for her homecoming. She was beyond scared to take this precious life home. The other day had been a complete disaster ending in Meredith sobbing for almost an hour. Stupid gosh darn hormones. She carefully slid a yellow hat onto Maeve's brown tuffs of hair as Maeve let out a slight cry, to almost say she didn't like this very much.

"How're we doing?" asked Derek as he walked into the room and stood next to Meredith as he looked down at the squirming baby.

"We're okay. Right Maeve?" asked Meredith as she picked her up carefully. "We learned that Maeve here doesn't like the cold. Right?" said Meredith as she picked her up and put her against her chest.

Derek smiled as he saw Meredith interacting with her daughter. It amazed him how she thought she was a bad mother, for not knowing how to care for her correctly when she clearly did.

"Are we ready then?" asked Derek as he glanced around the room making sure they weren't forgetting anything.

"As ready as I'm going to be for this." said Meredith with a worried grin as she rocked Maeve slightly to keep her sleeping.

"Then your chariot awaits." said Derek as he dipped and directed his arms to the wheelchair waiting by the door.

Meredith laughed as he did that. She stroked Maeve's head as she got closer to her head and whispered "Your daddy can be a little corny sometimes."

"Stop corrupting my daughter." said Derek as he walked over and outstretched his arms. "Hand her to me so you can sit down."

Meredith nodded as she leaned forward slightly and extended her arms to shift Maeve into Derek's arms. As she was being moved she started to cry.

"Shh." soothed Derek as he bounced her slightly to seize her from crying. He then laid her in the baby carrier they had brought from the car and buckled her in gently. He then placed a blanket and fleece cover over the seat, to protect her from the cold March air. He then handed the carrier to Meredith who sat it on her lap.

"Ready?" asked Derek again as he smoothed Meredith's hair gently. He then looked into her eyes that were still clouded with some concern.

"I sure as hell hope so."