A/N Hi, there! As always, thank you for your reviews. This update is rather on the short side and it's partly porny partly fluffy. Hope you'll enjoy!
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She was one lucky bitch, thought Meredith as Derek's hard cock drove into her forcefully again… and again and again. At this very moment thinking proved very hard, literally… But somewhere in the back of her porny brain, persisted a very satisfying realization that this thick cock would be hers forever. Because she was going to be Mrs. Derek Shepherd and everything her husband owned would belong to her, including the absolute best thing he possessed.
"Yes… yes… yes…!" she moaned every time he speared her but it was becoming increasingly difficult as their rhythm quickened.
She writhed with yearning under his hard frame, more and more turned on with the little things her eyes could register, like his tensed muscles. One of his arms was propped on the bed so as not to crush her; her fingers gripped his taut bicep. He was a damn god… His wide chest… the trail of coarse hair that led straight to his length. Meredith glanced between them, enthralled by the vision of his penis diving out of her, covered in the juices of their desire.
Her body shook and her walls started to clench around him. He pulled his mouth from her neck to look into her eyes as she was about to come. She was instantly drawn to his lips, curved in a smile; he didn't stop smiling since he slid the ring on her finger. And his eyes, ohhhh, his eyes, were deep… stormy blue… and wild with desire. He clasped her ringed hand and brought it above her head, their fingers intertwining as they rocked together until they screamed their release and stilled on the bed.
Derek rolled heavily onto his back taking deep breaths, the smile never fading from his face.
"Engagement sex…" panted Meredith. "Best… ever…"
Derek chuckled, "Wait for the married sex."
She turned to her side, facing him and hooked an arm over his chest, unable to stay away from him. He grabbed her hand and kissed it again, smiling at the finger with the ring.
"How did you know about the ring?" he asked suddenly. "Did my mother say something?"
"No," grinned Meredith. "Bessie, she wanted to know if you were going to marry Nanny Carolyn."
"What?" gasped Derek.
"She must have seen you showing your Mom the ring," said Meredith.
"I guess… yesterday morning," remembered Derek. "Our girl's just turning into a little spy."
"Good," smirked Meredith. "She's always gonna tip me off about your misdeeds. Did your Mom liked the ring?"
"I'm sure she did," he smiled gently caressing her hand. "She wore it for nearly thirty years."
"What?" Meredith sat up abruptly. "It's… it's your Mom's ring?"
"Yes," replied Derek seriously. "You don't like it?"
"I… it's beautiful…"sighed Meredith bringing up her hand. "But it's your Mom's ring… And your Mom is... your Mom, a perfect Mom and perfect wife…"
"She gave it to me," insisted Derek, "because she thought you were perfect for me, perfect mom and prefect future wife." He cupped her face in his hand and initiated another kiss, soothing and tender. "And yesterday she was giving me tips how to make you my wife."
"So I ruined your perfect proposal?" laughed Meredith hooking her arms around his neck, feeling the flame of desire building between them once more.
"I think I wouldn't do it in a more perfect way," confessed Derek showering her face with kisses. "And you covered all the things required… stars, wine… there were even some wilted flowers near the trees."
"You are annoying," she slapped his butt playfully. "I have to train you how to behave before our wedding."
"Hmmm, you want to teach me?" asked Derek biting on her neck and moving his teeth to her breast. "Is there a system of prizes and punishments? I'm up for both."
"Oh, yes, I can feel how up you are," she sighed contentedly, his hardened penis poking her in the belly. With a giggle, she lunged herself at him pushing him down on the mattress.
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"There's a three-hour difference between Seattle and New York, isn't there?" asked Meredith seeping on her coffee, several hours later.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"You know, I feel like we should tell your Mom first, about the wedding, I mean," Meredith bit her lip. "She did a lot of work on us, I want her to know we're not spoiling it, that we're responsible."
"Okay," he smiled sitting opposite her and putting toasts on the table. "We can call her now, I'm sure she's up. Even the jet lag wouldn't disturb her order of day."
He picked his mother's number but Meredith took his cell phone eagerly.
"Turn on the speaker," said Derek.
"Hello?" they heard a voice that was clearly not Carolyn's.
"Uhm, can I speak with Carolyn?" frowned Meredith.
"And who is speaking?" asked the feminine voice curiously. Meredith looked at Derek in confusion. She urged him to speak but he only shrugged, grinning at her.
"Uhm, Meredith Grey."
There was a moment's silence and then the voice boomed, "Shut up, everyone! Derbear's girlfriend is calling!"
Meredith's eyes went as wide as saucers. She jumped from her stool and closed her hands around his neck as he burst out laughing.
"I think I'm going to become a widow even before the wedding," she hissed into his ear.
"Are you still there, Meredith?" the voice called again. "I'm Ana, the youngest and the most beautiful of the Derbear's sisters- Geez, Kath, go away, I'm talking- sorry, Meredith, what was I talking about? So, did my brother really knocked you up? We're still in shock because he's Derek, for Christ sake! He doesn't do things like that, hell, we didn't even know any woman was desperate enough to give him sex! Well, there was Addison but she had a stick up her ass anyway-"
Meredith stared with horror at the telephone completely forgetting about his mission to strangle Derek.
"Meredith?" this time it was Carolyn on the other side of the line. "I'm so sorry for that. It was Ana, my most troublesome child after Derek. We can talk freely now, I threw everyone out of the kitchen."
"Oh, I hope I don't disturb-"
"You don't disturb anything," said firmly Carolyn. "Everyone's here for the breakfast. Apparently, they couldn't get a grip without me in town. Is everything alright, dear?" she noticed her silent mood.
"Everything is... just perfect… Mom," she said breathlessly.
"Oh, Meredith," said Carolyn warmly. "I miss you already, Bessie and Derek."
"Derek misses you too," Meredith gave a watery chuckle. "I saw him weeping in the corner last night."
"That's so not true!" he exclaimed indignantly forgetting about his resolve to let Meredith deal with his crazy family. "I can refresh your memory of what I was doing last night-"
"I think I don't want to know," said quickly Carolyn.
Meredith and Derek looked at each other, their hands clasped, touching the ring.
"You're awfully quiet today," remarked Carolyn worriedly.
"I'm… I'm wearing your ring," confessed Meredith, impatiently waiting for her reaction.
Carolyn laughed good naturedly, "You see, my dear, you're doing all the work yourselves," she said reminding their conversation at the airport. "I'm so happy for you, all three of you."
"Thank you, Ma," smiled Derek. "So you can start planning another trip to Seattle."
"Have you already thought about any dates?"
"Nothing precise," answered Derek. "But we won't be waiting very long."
"I already can't wait, only this time the girls won't hear about staying in New York."
"I know Ma," he rolled his eyes. "And as disgusted I am to admit that I've missed them."
They continued their chat for a few minutes until the rest of the Shepherd clan reclaimed Carolyn's attention. They hang up with the promise to talk again soon about the preparations to the wedding. Derek and Meredith continued with their breakfast and she couldn't ignore that he lapsed into silence.
"Derek?" she prompted.
"It changes a lot of things," said Derek seriously. "For us as much as for Bessie. We're getting married and… should… what about the custody?"
"Oh," she said lightly. "We don't have to do anything."
"God, no, that's not what I meant," she hurried seeing the frown expanding on his forehead. "I think so because you're on Bessie's birth certificate."
"I am?" he asked with astonishment in his voice.
"Before I knew I had to come here to finish the program," took up Meredith quietly, "I never thought of coming back, that's why Bessie's a Grey. But I never denied that she had a father, I never hid from her that you existed or… I wasn't going to lie when she'd get older and asked."
"So…" Derek looked down at his mug of coffee.
She reached for and grabbed his hand, "So I think we just need to change her name… " she smiled at him.
"Are you sure?" he looked up at her, the emotions clearly in his voice.
"Mhmh," she nodded. "She's your daughter, I want her to carry your name. Besides, Grey is jinxed or something."
"What about you?" Derek looked at her intently.
"What what about me?"
"What about your name?"
"Oh," she realized what he was asking about. "I don't know…"
"Meredith, it's alright," he assured her. "I'd be honoured if you took my name, not to mention every man knowing to back off, but it's perfectly fine if you decide to stay with your maiden name."
"We'll see," she smiled.
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Meredith berated herself that she couldn't sit calmly at her ass. She kept writhing and shooting furtive glances at Derek, sitting a few tables away. Every time he felt her eyes at him, he just smiled smugly or shrugged his shoulders. Meredith felt as if she was sitting on hot coals. She wanted to catch her person on her own and tell her about the wedding but apparently fate was against her. They didn't see each other this morning as Cristina brought Bessie to daycare and left for her surgery. Then Jenny came to the hospital at lunch time to talk over the last-moment details concerning her imminent wedding to Luke.
And now they were all sitting at the cafeteria having a girls' conference or something, they meaning Meredith and Bessie, Cristina, Lexie, Izzie and Jenny. Meredith prayed that Bessie wouldn't betray the secret. Although, it seemed unlikely. Her initial enthusiasm at the news of her parents' wedding or more likely at the sight of the shiny ring faded away after like five minutes.
Halfway through lunch Meredith felt herself calming down. No one was suspecting anything. Jenny and Izzie kept gossiping like mad about frills, violin quartets, wedding cakes… and Meredith began falling into a stupor. She exchanged a martyred look with Cristina across the table. Suddenly there was a loud crack, Bessie pushed a glass with juice a little too hard and the scarlet content was pouring profusely onto the table. Meredith grabbed the napkin and started to soak it up energetically.
"You need to be a little more careful, sweetie…"
"What is that?!" exclaimed Jenny staring at Meredith's hands.
"What?" asked Meredith innocently, quickly wiping her palms and hiding her hands under the table.
"That something on your hand!" Jenny wrenched her arm and held it up so everyone could see. "No way! Is this what I think it is?"
Meredith bit her lip; she chanced a look at Derek… yes, he was watching her, eager to see her reaction.
She turned her eyes at Cristina who sat there immobilized, an unreadable expression on her face and a straw hanging from her mouth.
"So, uhm, I'm engaged," said quietly Meredith.
"Oh my God, congratulations!" squeaked Jenny. "My maid of honour is engaged! It's definitely good luck!"
Izzie and Lexie both grabbed Meredith's hand. "I can't believe you're getting, Mer! You, the child of the darkness!" smiled Izzie.
"It's so beautiful, Meredith!" Lexie admired the ring.
Meredith's eyes searched Cristina's whose head shook disbelievingly but her mouth smiled widely. Meredith let out a relieved breath.
"How did he propose?" asked Jenny.
"He…" stammered Meredith.
"Yeah, Meredith," Cristina grinned wickedly, squinting at her person knowingly, "how did he propose?"
"So…" Meredith felt her face heat. She'd never live this down. She was a step from becoming the eternal queen of sappiness.
"Knowing McDreamy, he must have swept you off your feet," stated Izzie. "I mean, you said yes."
"Was it deadly romantic?" inquired Lexie with dreamy eyes.
"Uh… there were stars… and wine and uhm, candles," she said with a small voice, glaring at Cristina who was on the verge of a laughter attack.
"Oh, he's thoughtful and… so whipped!" chuckled Jenny. "You have to be totally whipped to plan something like that."
"You have to be, Mer," admitted Cristina, deadpanned, wiggling her eyebrows.
Meredith bit on her straw and prayed to be spared from further humiliation.
"How did he ask?" demanded Izzie. "What did he say? Did he kneel down?"
They all looked at her expectantly and she cracked, "Fine! I asked him, okay?"
Her announcement was met with a transfixed silence and then…
"Wow," whispered Izzie.
"You asked him?" gasped Jen. "That's so…"
"Romantic!" finished Lexie with a sigh.
"I would say un-Meredithlike," chuckled Izzie. "I'm really happy for you Meredith, you both deserve happiness, oh, you three!" she laughed and turned towards Derek's table. "Congratulations, Derek!"
"Izzie!" hissed Meredith and glared at her… well, fiancé whose face threatened to explode with a grin. "The whole hospital is going to know now!"
Her eyes swept over the surroundings with a blush creeping upon her face.
"Have you already discussed any dates?" asked Lexie.
"Not yet," said Meredith ignoring the curious stares all around. "But we're not going to wait very long."
"You need to start planning right away!" shot Izzie immediately.
"I do?" frowned Meredith.
"Of course!" Izzie rolled her eyes. "You helped to plan Jen's wedding, so you know how much effort and money and planning it costs!"
Meredith gulped audibly, she just wanted to get married…
"Don't worry," reassured her Izzie. "I can help you with everything."
"Oh, thank you, Iz," cringed Meredith. "That's really un-"
"No problem," provided Izzie. "It's gonna be a great wedding! I'll find you the most beautiful dress in the world-"
Meredith chewed slowly on her steak looking helplessly at Cristina who seemed to be thinking, "You dug this hole for yourself."
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"Congratulations on what?" asked Mark after Izzie's enthusiastic outcry.
"I'm getting married," grinned Derek. "Sorry for not telling you earlier. Meredith wanted to tell Cristina first."
"No way," Mark stared at him baffled. "How did this happen? What did you have to do to convince her?"
"Nothing," shrugged Derek, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "She asked me."
"What?" blurted out Mark. "You want to tell me Meredith Grey, my fellow dirty mistress, asked your corny ass to get hitched? I don't believe it."
"Thank you for belittling one of the most important moments in my life; that feels good," nodded Derek. "And Meredith is not a dirty mistress, she's my fiancée and the mother of my daughter. Hold your tongue if you want to keep the position of the best man."
"I want to," sighed Mark. "First, congratulations, man, you've waited a long time for this. Second, thank you. At one point I thought we'd never get back to what we were because of my stupidity."
"It's all forgotten," shrugged Derek and look at Bessie and Meredith, "It turned out for the best in the end."
"Yeah," Mark glanced at Lexie and frowned at her enraptured expression. "Oh, God, she's gonna start to badger for the ring now…"
"Who? Lexie?" Derek followed his regard. "I doubt so, she's a realist."
"She looks up to Big Grey in every respect."
"You're exaggerating," dismissed him Derek. "Besides, even if it was the case, Meredith is a great example to follow."
"Now maybe, but she doesn't have a clean record," snorted Mark.
"If you knew Mer's record, you'd pray Lexie to follow in her footsteps," smirked Derek.
"Right," scoffed Mark. "We're dating sisters, again."
"Please," Derek rolled his eyes, "If you want to pursue that college-old argument about dating the better sister-"
"Fine. Wanna go to Joe's to celebrate your second enslavement?"
"Another time. We're celebrating on our own tonight. We're taking Bessie to the movies."
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"Our daughter is the most beautiful child in the world," boasted Derek as they stood leaning against the wall watching their treasure in a group of excited kids. It was the first performance of Madagascar 2 and they screening was to be preceded by a meeting with the hero of the movie –Alex the lion.
Derek couldn't unglue his eyes from his little girl who kept laughing, tugging at her blouse and running to and fro between the place where they stood and the group of waiting children. The lion proved to be rather unpunctual and emotions amongst the kids were running high.
"I don't like this kid," frowned Derek squinting at a boy who kept running here and there bumping into other kids and hanging close to Bessie, apparently trying to get her attention. "He's hitting on her."
"Are you listening to yourself?" snorted Meredith pulling out a fistful of popcorn from their box. "He's like… three years old?"
"He's a male, age doesn't matter," he scowled at the boy as he ran into Bessie. But she wasn't going to stay indifferent as she smacked him hard over his head reducing him to puddle of tears.
"Good girl," breathed out Derek watching with deep satisfaction as the little boy stood immobilized crying and yelling on top of his lungs
"Now you condone violence?" smirked Meredith, though she felt equally proud of her daughter's survival skills.
"It wasn't violence, it was self-defense," he shrugged off.
"Completely in agreement here," admitted Meredith. "But… you really don't want to upset a child or you don't want your child to upset another child…"
"Jamie! Jamie!" a harassed looking woman took the little boy in her arms and rocked him. "My poor baby why are you crying, sweetie?"
"…because their crazy mother might rip your head for hurting her precious spawn," finished Meredith contemptuously.
"You're talking like you're an expert," winced Derek as the mother in question scanned the room with a hostile glare looking for the culprit of her son's misfortune.
"I had a…" Meredith chewed her tongue not to get angry at the memory, "a situation in the supermarket. Oh oh," warned him Meredith . "Try to look innocent."
In the corner of his eye, Derek noticed the scary woman study the row of adults, clearly looking for a scapegoat.
"I would gladly tell this lady what I think of her and her spoiled son but it's not the time nor the place," frowned Meredith. "I hate it when parents can't take responsibility of their children and always blame someone else."
"Wow," breathed out Derek looking at her lovingly.
"What?" she scrunched her race uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Nothing," he shook his head on wonder. "You're just…" Meredith was sometimes so unsure of her mother qualities when in reality she was the most responsible, caring mom in the world.
Luckily, Alex the lion finally appeared before the kids quickly diverting their attention. However, Bessie returned to them a few minutes later looking somewhat dejected.
"What's wrong, Sweetie?" asked Meredith crouching in front of her. "You don't like the lion?"
Bessie pouted and shook her head.
"Why not?" asked Derek.
"Not real," muttered Bessie showing at the tag on her blouse. "Haves this!"
Derek's heart swelled with pride, "You're such a wise girl, princess. The smartest kid in the world," he drew her in his arms, "And that's not reason to be sad. You should be proud of yourself, daddy is so proud of you," he nuzzled his cheek against hers making her giggle.
"Let's go the viewing room then if we concluded that Alex is a phony," chuckled Meredith.
"Maybe we should change the movie?" suggested Derek.
Meredith rolled her eyes, "I know she's very perceptive, bright even. But she's still a two-year-old. She enjoyed the first part."
They moved past the noisy crowd, Bessie in the middle swinging while holding their hands; Derek threw a lofty smirk as he saw the little boy jumping excitedly around the man in the costume of a lion.
"Derek," warned Meredith with a lenient smile o her lips.
They found their seats, Bessie sitting between them and waited for the movie to start. The room slowly filled with people, the lights dimmed and the commercials began. Derek leaned sideways and stretched his arm over Bessie's seat reaching Meredith's shoulder. He started tracing invisible patterns on her arm and slowly moved to her neck.
She inhaled deeply and whispered, "Are you trying to feel me up? Here?"
"Isn't a dark cinema the best place for feeling up?"
"Seriously?" she smiled in the dark. "We're surrounded by dozens of mesmerized kids and parents, not to mention the crowd of dancing squirrels on the screen."
"We're newly engaged," shrugged Derek as his fingers sank under her collar. "We have a right to feel each other up wherever we want."
"Aww," squeaked Bessie as a baby lion appeared in the screen. "Daddy, buy me lion?"
"Sure, honey," he replied without thinking, his fingers playing with Meredith's hair.
"Do you know what you've just agreed to?" snorted Meredith.
"No," he breathed out and reluctantly directed his attention to the movie. "They're not squirrels," he frowned at the army of funny animals with fluffy tails.
Meredith giggled and her hilarity increased furthermore as Derek kept his eyes glued to the screen.
"Ugh," he winced as two of the main characters, a hippo and a giraffe shared a romantics kiss, "Did you just see that that? That's just… gross."
"Uhm," frowned Meredith. "It… promotes tolerance… or something…"
"Yuck!" exclaimed Bessie. "It digestin'!"
"See," Derek raised his eyebrows, "Bessie says it's diges- disgusting, I mean."
"Yeah, well," sighed Meredith. "The penguins are still kinda cute. Daddy, are you gonna buy me a penguin?" she asked seductively.
"Nope," he said and leaned towards her ear. "But I'll get you something else to play with."
Bessie tilted her upwards to look at her parents and pressed a finger to her mouth, "Shhh!"
"You hear, you need to shut up," chuckled Meredith.
He caught her lips in a brief kiss, "Yeah, shut up and enjoy."
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A/N As always, waiting for your opinions. Besides that, after this update I planned originally the chapter in which they go to the wine country. But then I got this idea where the girls are having a bachelorette party and Dr. Shepherd finds himself somewhere he'd never want to. So the chapter won't advance the plot very much but (I hope) it will be funny. I'm leaving the decision if you want that chapter in your hands. Either way, the update's coming soon. I have a lot of time to write now.
Em :)
