Here it is...the epilogue to wrap up all the little details! Again, I thank all of you that have been reading and reviewing as this story unfolded - I appreciate the support so very much! And for those of you that haven't been brave enough to review, I hope I've managed to entertain you just a little as well.

Usually, I set the epilogues a few years forward from where the ending left off, but this one is just six month later...I hope you enjoy it, it's sweet and sexy...just the way we want our favorite couple to be! I've also included the lyrics from a song that has just become a favorite of mine, it just seems to describe them as well...two is better than one...

Epilogue

I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life
And I thought hey
You know this could be something
Cause everything you do
And words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And I am left with nothing

So maybe its true
That I cant live without you
Maybe two is better than one
There's so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
I'm thinking two is better than one

I remember every look upon your face
The way you roll your eyes
The way you taste
You make it hard for breathing
Cause when i close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
I'm finally now believing

Then maybe its true
That I can't live without you
Maybe two is better than one
There's so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
I'm thinking two is better than one

*Song lyrics from "Two is Better Than One" by Boys Love Girls (w/ Taylor Swift)

Six months later…

It was a warm April evening, and the breeze fluttered the awning above the entrance at Moonglow Bistro. Meredith looked over at Derek, as they paused along the new flagstone path. It was flanked with small topiary bushes lit with white lights. There was a new outside deck, just visible to the side of the building, with white wicker furniture, and blue and white umbrellas.

"Ready for this?" he asked her. It was the first time either of them had been here since she walked away from Jack. He touched her cheek tenderly, admiring her as always. She was wearing a short white dress by Balenciaga, with thin gold chains around her neck, drawing his eyes to her cleavage. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, the way he always liked to see it, and she looked glowing and happy.

Meredith smiled at him - she loved his concern, the way he looked at her. He was dressed in that newly impeccable way he had taken to, and she reached to brush an invisible speck of lint from his jacket lapel. His crisp, white shirt set off the light tan he had, and made his black hair look even darker. Derek caught her hand and leaned in to kiss her lips, lingering just enough to set her pulses racing.

"I'm ready. It's not the same now, anyway," she replied, breathlessly, after he backed away, still keeping her hand in his.

Since Gilles had taken it over, he transformed the place into a French bistro. He had gutted the interior, redoing it completely, and she was anxious to see the transformation. This was the grand re-opening, and he had invited them personally to attend.

The door opened and Gilles himself stepped outside. A smile lit his face, seeing them standing there. Meredith realized the inherent Gallic charm he exuded, the sensual nature that made every woman catch her breath, but he was no match for her own husband. As well, she knew Gilles was happily married, with a son, and he didn't look at anyone like he did his own wife.

"Welcome, mes amis…" he greeted them. He reached for Meredith's hand and kissed her knuckles. "You look tres belle, Meredith. I am so glad you made it here tonight. And you also, Derek." He shook Derek's hand. Since he had discovered Meredith had been Jack's former fiancé, and the story of what happened, Gilles been in touch with her frequently, ready to extend friendship.

"Come in," he urged, escorting them inside. The air was fragrant with roses, the décor comfortable. All the sleek chrome was gone, replaced with new plank flooring and soft chair and masses of fresh flowers.

"It's amazing, so beautiful," Meredith commented, turning around in a circle to take it all in.

"You've done a great job," Derek approved.

Gilles nodded. "Come…over here." He seated them at the best table, holding the chair out for Meredith. A bottle of French Chablis was already in an ice bucket. "Enjoy. I will be back later."

"I like it," Meredith said, again letting her gaze take in the charming atmosphere.

"No bad memories?" Derek asked, taking her hand across the table.

"None."

"Good."

Since Jack's death, Meredith had felt freer than ever, and Derek was adjusting to the fact that he wouldn't see his half-brother again. It was bittersweet in that he knew Meredith felt better, but still…it had been the only family he'd had left. Cristina Yang had processed the paperwork for the sale of the restaurant, and set up a trust fund for the L.A. Women's Shelter with the proceeds, along with the rest of the money from Jack's estate. The trust fund was certain to last a long time, and provide ongoing support for many women in need.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look this evening?" Derek smiled, ready to change the subject. He let his gaze warm her, sliding over her again. The cleavage was just low enough to be enticing, without revealing too much. "Makes me want to take you back home and ravish you…" He winked at her suggestively.

"Derek, you're hopeless," she giggled, still amazed sometimes that she was married to this wonderful man, who cared so deeply about her, and others. They had even taken the time to visit the shelter personally, just to make sure the money was being spent wisely, and they had both been touched by the sad stories, and the bravery of the women they met there.

"And is that a bad thing?" he asked, laughing, as the waiter came by with complimentary appetizers.

She shook her head at him. "No…." She took a bite of the food, eyes closing in appreciation at the taste. "Mmm…. wonderful…"

"He's going to do well here," Derek observed, taking a bite himself. He could see the dinner crowd filtering in – the same famous faces as before. Brad and Angie, Tom and Katie, and even Posh and Becks…the evening looked well underway.

"So…" Meredith said, taking a small sip of wine. "You're ready for your racing lesson?"

"Absolutely," he beamed. "I can't thank you enough for setting me up for the lessons. To drive on the same course as the legends…to be given the chance to race…just blows me away, honey." His eyes sparkled happily.

"You deserve the chance – you've been watching for so long - time to get your butt out there and see if you have what it takes," she teased him. The lessons were a gift for his birthday, and he'd been floating on air about it ever since then.

The waiter returned, and they ordered, picking something simple. Grilled chicken and vegetables, roast potatoes, with caramelized onions. Meredith toyed with the stem of her wineglass, and Derek looked at her in concern.

"Are you sure you're okay? The wine taste all right to you? We can get something else…"

She shook her head. "It's fine, I just didn't want much…"

Derek raised his eyebrows in question. "You're not sick?"

Her lips twitched. "Not sick…but…" She paused, peeking up at him through her lashes. "Are you ready to be a father?"

For a split second, he stared at her, uncomprehending. Then realization dawned, and his eyes widened. "A father? Oh my god…you're pregnant…"

Meredith nodded, smiling. "Yes…I just found out this afternoon, I wanted to surprise you." Even though they hadn't been specifically trying, they both knew they were ready to have a child, if and when it happened.

"Oh, honey, this is the best news…"

"Better than the racing lessons?" she teased.

"Better by far," he replied. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can go home, if you need to rest…"

"Derek, I'm pregnant, not an invalid."

"Right…just…oh my god," Derek was at a loss for words, unable to keep from grinning, as he squeezed her hand again.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"Don't care, but a girl would be great."

"Men usually want boys."

"But girls are sweet, like you," he grinned. "Seriously, I'm happy either way."

Meredith nodded. "But a boy, with that hair of yours…very cute."

They bantered through the rest of their meal, until Gilles appeared at the table again. "You enjoyed the food, yes?"

"Yes, you've created magic here," Meredith beamed. "Congratulations."

"Merci, madam…" Gilles winked at her. "The meal is on the house, in appreciation of your support."

"Oh, Gilles, we can't possibly…"

He waved away their protests. "No complaints. Just enjoy and spread the word."

"That we can do," Derek remarked. "Thank you."

"Good luck with the upcoming movie…your co-star is enchante…"

"Tres bein," Derek agreed, helping Meredith to her feet. He suddenly felt ten times more protective of her, his hand at the small of her back as they walked outside. "Let's go home and celebrate," he murmured in her ear as they waited for his car to be brought up. The Porsche was a recent indulgence, and he loved the power and speed it possessed. But for tonight, he would take it easy on the way home, no crazy speed demon driving with his pregnant wife on board.

As soon as they stepped into the house, Derek swept Meredith up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. "Derek! What are you doing?" she laughed softly, winding her arms around his neck.

"I'm carrying you upstairs, what does it look like?"

"I can still walk," she protested. "Seriously…"

"Humor me..."

She kissed his neck, her breath warm on his skin. "All right, I don't mind you being all chivalrous…" He tightened his grip on her, as he started to ascend the staircase.

"The sooner I get you up to bed, the better," he replied, as her tongue teased his earlobe. He carried her to the bedroom, and set her down gently on the bed. "But you're sure you're okay?"

"Derek…" she sighed, taking his hand and pulling him down beside her. "I'm fine. The doctor said everything is normal." Her fingers pulled at his tie, loosening the knot, and pulling it away from the collar of his shirt. She wound the silky material around her hand and tugged him closer. With a deep groan, he kissed her harder, meeting her tongue with his, winding around sensuously. His hand slid up her body, cupping her breast, rubbing the material across her skin.

"Honey…" she whispered, "let me up for a minute…I'll be right back."

"Don't be too long." He rolled away from her, pulling his tie off and undoing the buttons on his shirt. Sitting up to take his shoes off, he watched her walk away, his body tight with desire. "D'you need some help?" he laughed, tugging his shirt away from his pants and tossing it away.

"Be right there…" her voice floated out to him.

He looked up, as she stepped back into the bedroom, her body outlined in the soft light of her walk in closet. Her hair was in a soft cloud around her, trailing across her shoulders. A sheer white lace negligee clung to her small body, dipping low to hug her breasts, falling in ripples to the floor. He could see the dark outline of her nipples beneath the lace, as she walked towards him, a smile on her lips.

"You look so beautiful," he said, as she stopped in front of him. "I am so lucky to have you in my life." With a teasing smile, she put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards onto the bed. Then she crawled over him, letting her breasts rub against his chest, kissing his mouth, and then down his throat.

"This is all about you, right now, honey," she breathed, teeth and tongue teasing his nipples, her fingers tracing the line of his muscles, the flat plane of his stomach that clenched under her. Playing with the dark hair that trailed down his body, her lips followed her fingers. Letting her tongue trace circles on his skin, until his mind was filled with only desire and pleasure. Her hair trailed along his torso, as she bent over his belt buckle, easing it open. He lifted his hips, as she tugged the pants down, holding his breath in anticipation.

She lifted her eyes to peek at him, as she placed her tongue against the head of his cock. His whole body shook, as she stroked him wetly, and he gripped the sheets in his hands. Pleasure rocketed through his nerve endings, pulsing and erotic, as she took him in fully, her fingers teasing his balls. Her tongue followed the ridges and veins along his shaft, until he thought he was going to go out of his mind.

Then she stopped, and he opened his eyes. "Meredith…?" She held up a can of whipped cream playfully.

"I've always wanted to do this," she giggled, quickly squirting a line of cool, white froth along his cock, covering him completely with it.

"Oh god, Meredith! That's damn cold…" he protested, the cold cream shocking his hot body. Then his protest faded, as her tongue licked the cream seductively, flicking around the head, and he gave a long, low groan. Meredith tasted the sweetness of the cream, mixed with his own slickness.

"Mmmm… very nice…" she murmured, spreading a little more whipped cream along his body, so that he shivered, both from the chill and from the intense pleasure she was giving him. "You taste good…" Her tongue stroked him everywhere, around his balls, and back up to the head, until he strained against her. "Come for me, Der…"

He bucked wildly, her mouth and her hands doing wicked, sensual things to him, as he thrust against her harder. His body vibrated, his cock aching, demanding release. "God…baby…" His words were jumbled, as he felt the climax coiling, burning in him, as she stroked him faster. "NOW!" he shouted, pushing against her harder, lifting off the bed. His body rocked, and spasmed, shooting hot and hard against her tongue.

Meredith slowly let him go, her fingers stroking his cock gently as he lay back, dazed and spent; spots of light dancing across his eyes. She put her finger to the quivering sensitive head, and he moaned. He opened his eyes to see her wiping up the last bit of cream that clung to him, putting her finger to her mouth. She sucked it off slowly, her tongue snaking around it suggestively. "So good…"

"Damn, you're good," he muttered.

She moved back up his body, lace and skin caressing him equally, before she kissed him. He tasted the sweet cream, and his own earthy musk, as she parted his lips and her tongue invaded his mouth. His body responded again, and the heat built up again between them. With a swift movement, he pinned her down to the pillows, his mouth at her throat, kissing the hollow of her throat.

His eyes glanced over at the can of whipped cream laying abandoned on the sheets, with a sensually lazy grin. "Don't think you're getting away with that, honey…" And with practiced ease, he moved her gown away, skimming the cream over her skin, and licking it away bit by bit. Meredith trembled, arching to meet his mouth. "And this is all about you..." he promised, sliding into her and taking her breath away. They shared a look of pure love and satisfaction, as he throbbed and pulsed within her. "Just feel it, don't move," he whispered. His hands on her back, strong and sure, supported her, as a deep tremor made her squeeze around him. A soft moan slipped from her lips – god how she loved this closeness, this love and desire they shared.

"God, I love you, Derek," she murmured, feeling him quiver inside of her, as she clenched around him, unable to stop the tremors that were building.

"I love you, Meredith," he responded, starting to rock them back and forth, their bodies tightly joined. Feeling her shake and spasm, his own body tightened. "Now, baby….take me with you now…" And her body went tight, her head went back, and he felt her release flood through her, as he thrust into her, riding every squeeze, feeling his own release firing through him. Her skin felt hot and slick under his hands, as they lost themselves together in the sweet rush of ecstasy. She exhaled in satisfaction, laying her head against his chest, still twined around him, unwilling to move.

"This has been the best evening..." he said softly. "You, the news about the baby… I can't ask for anything more." He shifted, sending some last tremors through her, as he helped her to lay down, pulling the sheets around them. "You're really okay?"

"Never better..."

Much later, Derek stood at the bedroom windows, looking outside at the quiet night, before turning to watch Meredith sleep. Life was always changing, he had to admit. He was in a movie with a well known female star, and it was sure to bring his career into greater recognition. His wife was pregnant, and he loved her to distraction. She changed everything; his perspective was totally different these days. Even the way he viewed the chances at television roles – it was a way to prosper and ensure the stability he would need for the future. If someone had told him two years ago he would be in this position, with his career rejuvenated and the love of his life having his child, he wouldn't have believed it. Now visions of a laughing little girl with Meredith's eyes, and his dark curls, made him smile.

Meredith stirred in her sleep, and he crossed the room to join her in bed again. She curled, sleep-warmed, into his embrace. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her lips.

"Love you back," she murmured. "Are you happy?"

"Delirious," he assured her. Then his cell phone buzzed from its spot on the nightstand. He frowned slightly, wondering who would be calling at this time of night, and he snagged it and looked at the display. Of course, his agent…always working. He read the text message, scrolling through it again to be sure he read it correctly. A grin broke out over his face, and he hugged Meredith again.

"What is it?"

"The part…I got the part…on 'Seattle Grace Hospital'…"

8 Months Later…

EW Birth Announcements:

Seattle Grace Hospital's Derek Shepherd, and his wife, Meredith, Salon Dolce owner & Avon consultant, have welcomed their first child - Tamara Elena Shepherd on December 24.

Marriage Announcements

Mark Sloan and Izzie Stevens, both models for the Wickham Agency, have tied the knot in a small ceremony in Las Vegas on December 25.