Derek sighed as he made his way through his dark bedroom, collapsing onto his side of the bed and rolling his eyes as he pulled a book out from under his back. He was completely exhausted from worrying about Meredith and making sure that she had everything she needed. He knew she was going completely crazy and he had no reason to complain when she was confined to their bed, her back aching and barely able to stay awake for even an hour at a time. Her body really was working in overtime to take care of his daughters, so he had no reason to complain about providing her with everything she needed.

"Derek?" her small voice whispered into the darkness, and a moment later he felt her cuddle as close to his side as her large stomach would let her. He smiled as he reached out to rub her stomach.

"No, it's your other husband," Derek laughed.

"Not funny," she whispered, and he could sense the tears in her eyes as she inhaled deeply.

"What's wrong?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her. "You feel okay? The girls are okay, right?"

"I'm sorry I'm being a complete bitch," Meredith whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Oh, Mer," Derek sighed, pulling her close to press a kiss to her forehead. "I know you're miserable, and I hate it. I just wish there was more I could do for you than get you magazines and rub your back."

"It's more than enough," Meredith nodded against his shoulder. "And I love you for doing it. Becky and Mel love you too."

"Good," Derek smiled, reaching out to rub her stomach. "They're still. Are they both sleeping?"

"Thank God," Meredith sighed. "They don't have much room to move anymore. They do still kick though."

"They're getting ready," Derek whispered.

"They are," Meredith nodded. "I don't think I'm going to make it another eight weeks. They're going to come soon."

"I don't think so either," Derek laughed slightly. "They'll be okay, Mer. They're healthy."

"Are you sure?" she whispered.

"Well…I can't promise anything," Derek said, squeezing her tightly. "But they're almost fully developed."

"Really?"

"Mmmhmm," Derek nodded. "Their eyes are completely developed. They have all their senses, their brain is intact. The only thing that they're doing right now is growing some fat. So if they're born now, they'll be completely healthy, just a little tiny. Nothing a little time in the incubator won't fix."

"Hmm," Meredith nodded, running a hand over her stomach. "Stay in there for a little while, girls," she whispered.

"But be nice to Mommy," Derek added. "Daddy doesn't like seeing her so miserable."

"Neither does Mommy," Meredith laughed. "I'm way too small of a person to carry twins, Derek."

"I know," Derek said sadly. "You've done amazing with this pregnancy, Mer, and I'm so proud of you."

"I haven't done anything."

"You have," Derek breathed. "Meredith, after watching you these past few months, after feeling my babies move inside of you, I don't think I've ever loved you more."

"Really?" Meredith whispered.

"Really," Derek nodded.

"So you're not going to leave?" Meredith asked softly.

"Leave?" Derek frowned. "Why in the world would I leave? Meredith, I don't even want you thinking that."

"I just…I know I'm completely fat and bitchy right now," she whispered. "And I can't even give you sex, which is…you love sex."

"I do love sex," Derek nodded. "But I love you and our daughters more. And there is nothing in this world that could ever make me walk away from this family."

"Thank you," she whispered. "I just…I needed to hear that."

"I don't ever want you to think I'm leaving," Derek said. "Meredith, I love you more than anything in the world. And our girls…God, I'm holding my breath just so I can hold them. They're going to be completely amazing, and I don't ever want you to doubt my devotion to this family. The three of you are my everything."

"We're going to be that family, aren't we?" Meredith giggled.

"What family?" Derek asked, relieved to hear laughter in her voice.

"The family on TV," Meredith said. "The happy family who never has any problems."

"Well, there is a white fence around our porch," Derek laughed. "We're living the American dream, Mer."

"We only have two kids," she giggled. "The American dream has two point five."

"Well, we'll just have to work on that once the girls are old enough."

"Derek, you should never ever bring up more babies to a very pregnant woman," Meredith sighed. "You're lucky if I let you get me pregnant again."

"You promised me a boy."

"Well, if you want a boy so much, you can figure out a way to carry him," she shrugged.

"I'll work on that," Derek laughed.

"Good."

"Mark says you're scared," Derek whispered after a long moment of content silence.

"Oh," Meredith breathed, her grip on him tightening. "I am scared. Aren't you?"

"A little," Derek nodded. "More excited."

"I'm excited too," Meredith breathed. "I keep…I keep wondering what they're going to look like."

"Me too," Derek breathed. "I feel like a horrible father because I keep hoping that they're going to start coming soon so that I can see them, hold them in my arms, really feel like a father."

"You're not a horrible father," Meredith shook her head.

"And you're not a horrible mother."

"We're going to be good parents."

"We'll learn together," Derek sighed. "It won't be easy."

"But we'll have each other."

"And our daughters will be perfect, that will make the whole parenting thing a little easier."

"I suppose that's true," Meredith giggled. "And well…Mark's doing it."

"If Mark can be a parent, anyone can," Derek nodded.

Meredith trailed her fingers across his chest for a moment, staring at the wall in front of her for a long moment. "Addison said he wants to name him after you," she whispered.

"What?" Derek asked, looking down at her in the pale light of the moon.

"Christopher," Meredith whispered. "Christopher Michael."

"Oh," Derek breathed, blinking hard. "I…he didn't tell me that."

"I don't think they've decided yet," she whispered. "But I was thinking…Becky and Mel are going to need godparents."

"You want to get them baptized?" Derek asked.

"You don't?"

"I…hadn't really thought about it," Derek said honestly.

"I don't really…I'm not Catholic," Meredith said. "And we don't go to church, but it's important to your family. And the girls should be…blessed by God or whatever."

Derek smiled slightly as he ran a hand over her stomach. "You're right," he nodded. "So…godparents."

"Mark should be one of the godfathers."

"Definitely," Derek nodded. "So…Addie?"

"Hmm," Meredith nodded.

"What about the other?"

"One of your sisters?" Meredith whispered. "I mean, you're Meg's godfather."

"Lexie's your sister," Derek nodded.

"You want Lexie to be a godmother to be our daughter?"

"She's your sister, Mer."

"Hmm," Meredith nodded. "So…George?"

"I guess," Derek nodded. "Makes sense if Lexie's the godmother."

"Well that was easy," Meredith giggled.

"Hmm," Derek sighed. "You should sleep."

"I'm tired of sleeping," she pouted.

"You're exhausted, Mer."

"I know," she nodded.

"And on bed rest."

"You know," she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "There was a time when we stayed in bed for days at a time. And we were never bored."

"Mer," Derek groaned, a hand going to her hair. "We can't."

"We can," she nodded, reaching down to grip his erection tightly. "I'm so wet, Der."

Derek swallowed hard as he shook his head. "Meredith," he said firmly. "The girls…"

"Are asleep," she whispered. "Please, Der, it's been so long."

"Trust me, I know," Derek groaned.

"So let's do it."

"We can't," Derek said. "Mer, we have to watch your blood pressure. And you can't go into labor."

"I won't."

"You don't know that."

"Please, Derek," she sighed. "Addison is in that amazing part of pregnancy where she can have sex anywhere, anytime. Remember that? Remember how tight I was? And wet. So wet, Derek, only for you."

"Meredith," he groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows. "You're killing me."

"Remember the time you fucked me on the ferryboat?" she breathed. "God, Der, you felt so big inside of me. And remember the way I had to bite your shoulder to stop myself from screaming. You felt so good, Derek."

"Hmmm," Derek sighed. "Meredith…"

She smiled as she moved to straddle him, stopping when a sharp pain shot through her lower back. "Oh…ow."

"Mer," Derek sighed, shifting her to lie beside him. "I want to. God, you're so hot right now, and there's nothing I want more than to make love to you. But I'm not going to do that at the risk of hurting you or our daughters."

"You're right," she sighed. "I just…I miss you, Derek."

"I'm right here," he smiled.

"It's going to be so much harder to find time for us when the girls come," she whispered, gripping his shirt tightly in her hands.

"We'll do it," he nodded. "Maybe for the first couple weeks things will be hard, but once the girls are a couple months old we'll go out, just the two of us."

"We can do that?" Meredith breathed.

"Mer," he laughed, pulling her closer. "In case you haven't noticed, my mom loves being a grandma. And she'd be more than happy to take care of Becky and Mel once a week so we can have grown up time."

"That would be amazing," Meredith said.

"It will be," Derek nodded. "God, Mer, I can't wait for them to come."

"Believe me, no one wants these babies to be born more than me," Meredith sighed, looking down at her stomach. "I feel like I swallowed like…five bowling balls."

"Well you look beautiful," Derek laughed, kissing her forehead softly. "Most beautiful woman in the world."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not."

"No one actually believes that."

"I do," Derek nodded. "You were already beautiful, Mer. But the fact that my baby girls are inside of you…God, there's nothing more amazing to me than that."

"I love you," she whispered, leaning up to press her lips against his.

"I love you too," Derek smiled.

"And if…if I never get back to my pre-pregnancy body, you'll still love me, right?"

"Of course," Derek nodded. "Meredith, I love you. Your body's just an added bonus."

"Thank you," she sighed. "And I promise I'm going to try to stop being such a bitch."

"It's okay," Derek laughed. "You can't get out of bed, you're allowed to boss me around."

"I know," she said. "But there's a difference between bossing you around and being mean. I'm sorry I've been mean."

"I don't mind, Mer, really," he said, squeezing her tightly. "I just hate that you're miserable."

"I hate it too," she sighed. "And by the way, you're not having any more children."

"What?" Derek frowned. "You promised me a son."

"Yes, that was when I thought I would be carrying one baby at a time," Meredith rolled her eyes. "Giving birth to twins cancels out ever having to get pregnant again."

"But…"

"Derek seriously, don't press your luck," she sighed.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes. "How are you feeling? Do you need a back rub? I can draw you a bath if you want."

"It's okay," she sighed, her eyes already starting to close as she rested her head against his shoulder. "Just you."

"I'm here," he whispered.

"Talk to them?" she requested, pulling a hand to her stomach.

"Hmm," Derek sighed, rubbing his hand over the growing place of their children. "We're really excited to meet you girls. I know you're pretty cramped right now, but if you'll just hold in a little longer, I promise we'll be completely ready for you."