"Husband," Meredith whispered against Derek's lips as she leaned over him the next morning.

"Wife," he smiled, pulling her closer.

"It's time to wake up."

"Hmmm…don't want to."

"We have to," Meredith whispered.

"Why?"

"Because your wife is starving," Meredith murmured. "And she may pass out from hunger."

"Well, I can't have that," Derek sighed. "Room service? French toast and pancakes with mimosas?"

"Hmmm…your mom wants us to meet her at the buffet," Meredith sighed. "The whole family."

"But…it's our honeymoon," Derek frowned.

"So that means we can't eat breakfast with your family?" Meredith asked with raised her eyebrows.

"Our family," Derek corrected. "And I'm pretty sure that being on a honeymoon is pretty much a guarantee for constant sex."

"Your family flew all the way out here to be with us at our wedding," she insisted. "They're leaving tomorrow, we should spend time with them. At least eat breakfast. Maybe they'll entertain themselves."

"I wish I was a single child," Derek sighed.

"Trust me, you don't," Meredith shook her head. "It's boring. That's why we're having at least two."

"I know," he said. "Fine, we can spend time with the family. But I want sex for the next two weeks."

"Thank you," Meredith smiled, leaning across the bed to kiss him. "And to show my eternal gratitude, I will be willing to do anything you want tonight. And well…for the next two weeks."

"Good," Derek nodded.

"Come on," Meredith smiled as she pulled him to his feet. "Yesterday was amazing," she whispered against his lips.

"It was," Derek agreed. "We're married."

"Completely and totally married forever," Meredith whispered. "And the day after forever."

"Wife."

"Husband."

"We have to go," Derek whispered against her lips. "Otherwise we'll never leave this room."

"You should get dressed."

"Then you have to let go of me."

"Fine," Meredith sighed dramatically. She let go of him and sat down on the bed, watching him carefully as he pulled a pair of swim trunks and a button down t-shirt on. "You are very hot, husband," she smiled as she reached for his hand. "I love you so much."

"Thank you, Mrs. Shepherd," Derek said. "You're looking pretty good yourself."

"Let's go have breakfast with our family," Meredith whispered. "So we can really start our honeymoon."

"Yes, let's," Derek smiled, kissing her gently before he pulled her out the door, towards the outside breakfast buffet outside the lobby of the resort. "Good morning everyone."

"Well, it's about time you finally woke up," Mark smirked.

"Good morning," Emma smiled as Derek and Meredith slid into the two empty chairs at the long table.

"How was…what is this?" Meredith frowned at the large pile of presents in the middle of the table.

"Presents," Izzie smiled. "The two of you seemed pretty eager to be alone last night, so we figured you could have them this morning."

"I would have stayed if I knew I was going to get presents," Meredith exclaimed as she reached eagerly for the first one.

"That's from me and Izzie," Lexie nodded.

"Idiot's guide to cooking?" Meredith frowned.

"We figured you would need that," Izzie giggled.

"Thanks," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"Don't pout," Derek laughed as he reached for another present. "George."

"It's not much," George shifted uncomfortably. "I just thought…"

Derek smiled as he tore the paper off the present and looked down at the empty photo album. "I um…"

"It's for your wedding photos," George nodded. "Lexie made me take the pictures because I had the nicest camera, and I just…I'll get them all developed, whatever ones you want, however many you want."

"Thanks, George," Derek smiled.

They made their way through the presents from his sisters before Derek reached for the last one, a small box from Emma. Meredith smiled and rested her chin on his shoulder as he opened the box slowly. "Mom," he whispered.

"I know your walls will eventually be filled with pictures of your own family," Emma said softly. "But I thought you may want to put that in a special place."

Derek looked down at the picture of his father, clearly younger than he would ever remember him, cradling a tiny baby with a wide smile spread across his face. "We will," he whispered, blinking back tears.

"He was so happy to have his boy," Emma whispered. "I don't think I ever saw him happier than the moment he first held you in his arms."

"He looks like you, Der," Meredith whispered.

"He was the same age you are now when you were born," Emma smiled as she ran a hand over her son's hair. "I can't believe that was nearly twenty eight years ago."

Derek smiled as he leaned in to kiss his mother's cheek. "Thanks, Mom," he said. "We'll find a special place for it. And put our own kids' pictures beside it."

Mark cleared his throat and held his hand out to Derek. "I got you another present," he announced.

Derek rolled his eyes as he took the box from Mark's hand. "Condoms?" he asked. "Seriously?"

"Hey, unless you want to end up a dad in nine months, you'll need all of those," Mark shrugged. "But if you don't need them…"

"We've got it taken care of," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"But we'll keep them," Derek nodded. "Just in case."

"Okay, let's end this conversation before I throw up," Liz muttered.

"Sorry," Meredith giggled. "What is everyone doing today?"

"Meg wants to swim with dolphins," Kathleen sighed. "So we're going to do that."

"Me and Liz are going parasailing," Liz announced.

"We have to go home today," Nancy said. "Matt's mom called, Joey's got a cold, so we want to get home to him."

"We're staying," Addison smiled, leaning into Mark. "We have two weeks off, so we might as well stay. But we won't bother the happy couple."

Meredith smiled as she leaned into Derek. "We can have dinner," she said.

"Yeah, well, if you're going to leave your cabana maybe we can go snorkeling or something," Addison nodded.

Mark frowned as he looked across the table at Derek. "You need to take control of this," he said. "Otherwise we'll be sightseeing instead of having sex."

"Me?" Derek asked.

"She's your wife," Mark nodded. "You can tell her what to do now."

"Yeah right," Derek rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure she went through the entire house and changed everything to what she wants. I have no control."

"Welcome to married life," Chris muttered.

"Hmm," Derek nodded, reaching for Meredith's hand. "I love it."

"Love what?" Meredith asked, turning away from her conversation with Addison to smile widely at him.

"Being your husband."

"Oh," Meredith blushed, leaning in to kiss him. "I love being your wife."

"Good," Derek smiled. "How about we go be alone to be husband and wife?"

"Okay," Meredith murmured against his lips. She stood and turned to Emma, hugging her tightly. "Thank you so much, Mom," she whispered. "I'm so glad you were here."

"Of course, Meredith," Emma smiled. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks," Meredith smiled. "I'm glad…." Her voice trailed off as her eyes widened and she turned to Derek, pulling him away from Nancy. "Derek," she gasped. "My mother."

"What about her?" Derek frowned.

"We invited her to the wedding," Meredith said. "The Seattle wedding. Which never happened."

"Oh," Derek said, his eyes widening. "I…crap."

"Are you talking about Dr. Grey?" Addison asked.

"Yes," Meredith groaned, burying her face in Derek's shoulder. "She's going to hate me."

"No she won't," Derek assured her, reaching out to rub her back.

"She was signed up to scrub in on a surgery," Addison said. "When Mark and I were leaving the test, she was standing in front of the OR board, and she told Dr. Emerson that he could have the day off and she would take over his afternoon surgery."

"Oh," Meredith frowned. Obviously Ellis had been looking for an excuse to not attend the wedding. "Oh."

"Mer," Derek whispered, pulling her closer. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she smiled. "We're married. I can't be not okay when I'm married to you."

"Good," Derek said.

Meredith stepped out of his arms to hug Emma again, tighter this time. "Thank you, Mom," she whispered.

"Of course, darling," Emma replied. "I love you."

Tears pricked Meredith's eyes. She had one mother who loved her. "I love you too," she whispered.

After a moment she pulled away and turned to Lexie and Izzie. "I'll see you guys when we get back," she smiled. "We're going to need your help moving out of the apartment."

"Of course," Izzie nodded. "Mer…I'm sorry about the whole wedding thing. I know that I kind of took over, but now that I've seen you here with Derek…this was the perfect wedding for you, so I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"It's okay," Meredith smiled. "It was the perfect wedding. And we're married. That's all I really care about."

"Good," Izzie nodded.

"Bye Lex," Meredith sighed, pulling her sister into a hug.

"Actually, um…" Lexie bit her lower lip, turning to look at George. "I think I'm going to stay too. George is staying, so…we're going to stay. Together."

Meredith looked between Lexie and George for a moment before a slow smile spread over her lips. "Are you two…"

"Please don't make a big deal about this," Lexie said. "I didn't make a big deal about you and Derek, so please don't…"

"I won't," Meredith smiled. "But congratulations."

"You're the one that deserves congratulations," George smiled. "You're pretty lucky."

"Thanks, George," Meredith smiled, squeezing his arm gently. "We'll see you around."

"Ready to go?" Derek asked, appearing at Meredith's side and pressing a gentle hand to her back.

"Definitely," Meredith smiled, leaning into him. "Bye everyone. We're so glad that you could all make it."

"Have fun Shep," Mark called. "Remember what I told you last night!"

Meredith giggled as she leaned into her husband. "What did he tell you last night?" she asked.

"He offered me some interesting positions for beach sex," Derek said casually.

"Oh really?" Meredith asked, tugging on his hand and pulling him off the walkway to the beach. "What did he say?"

"Well, point number one was to bring a blanket," Derek laughed.

"Obviously," Meredith giggled.

"And apparently backwards cowgirl is very hot on the beach," Derek nodded.

"I think you made that up," Meredith said. "It's one of your favorites."

Derek frowned. "How can I make that up?" he asked. "I've never done it on the beach."

"Well, we'll have to fix that," Meredith nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist as she kissed him deeply. She looked around for a moment before she sighed. "There's too many people around."

"We do have a private beach," Derek murmured against her lips.

"Hmmm," Meredith smiled, her hand discreetly moving into his swim trunks. "Of course."

"Let's go," Derek said, pulling away from her and grabbing her hand, dragging her back to the walkway towards their private cabana.

Meredith giggled as she followed him down the path. "Dr. Shepherd, you seem very eager," she commented.

"I am, Mrs. Shepherd," Derek nodded. "You see, I just married the most beautiful woman in the world. And now there's nothing that I want more than to take her into my arms and make passionate love to here."

"Oh," Meredith breathed, feeling her skin flush at his words. "Well, that does pose a problem."

"Does it?" Derek asked.

"See, your wife," she whispered, pressing her body against his. "She wants to have hot… dirty…naughty sex with her husband."

"Oh," Derek choked out as he felt her rub herself against his throbbing erection.

"So…are you going to deny her wife what she wants?" Meredith breathed.

"Definitely not," Derek replied, crashing his lips down on her and picking her up by her thighs to wrap her legs around his waist as he pushed her against the nearest tree.