Waking Up in Vegas

Epilogue

In the two months since Meredith and Derek had agreed to remain married life had been a bit of whirlwind. Meredith had told her friends only to find they weren't surprised and George claiming the winnings of a betting pool. She'd past the intern exam and made plans to build a house with Derek on his land.

When Meredith thought about the changes that had happened in her life over the last few monthsno wonder she was feeling ill as she walked down the corridors of Seattle Grace with her interns in tow.

"Dr Shepherd?" One of them asked, she'd changed her name. New name, new Meredith, no more dark and twisty behaviour, well ok maybe some.

"Yes Dr Henderson?" She asked as they stopped next to the nurses station

"Are you feeling ok? You look a little pale." The intern told her.

"I'm fine."

"Meredith fine?" The voice of her husband sounded behind her.

"No real fine."

"Your intern's right. You do look pale." He stepped up next to her.

"Derek I'm..." she didn't get to finish the sentence as she promptly threw up on the floor.

One of the nurses wheeled over a chair and Derek forced Meredith to sit in it.

"Thanks, can you page Dr Yang for me?" He asked the same nurse.

Meredith sat in an exam room and Cristina drew some blood.

"It's just something I ate. Stupid Derek decided we'd spend the night at the trailer and he caught us breakfast." She whined from the chair next to her.

"Last time you were like this you had an appendicitis" Cristina told her.

"Bailey and George took it out remember. It doesn't grow back." Meredith reminded her.

"Mer, do you remember what I asked you that day?"

"You asked if I was pregnant." Meredith said nonchalantly, before she was hit by realisation. "Crap!"

"Crap?"

"I'm late." Meredith looked up from the exam table she was on. "Seriously!"

"Mer, you have a right to..."

"I'm not going to kill his baby." Meredith snapped "I'm just not sure I'm ready."

"I call godmother." Meredith looked at her. "What? That baby's screwed, it's got McDreamy as a dad, so it'll be all perfect haired and chatty, but you're it's mommy, so it'll inherit your dark and twisty-ness. I'm hardcore, it'll be a chatty little depressed baby, but a hardcore surgeon. Face it you need me."

"Just run the test Cristina."

Meredith was in Derek's office lying on his couch waiting for Cristina to give her the results and watching Derek fill out paper work.

There was a knock on the door Derek shouted for the person to come in. Cristina handed Meredith the paper, with a slight smile. Meredith glanced it over.

"Congratulations Cristina." Meredith smiled at her "You're going to be a God-Mommy!"

Derek's head snapped up from the paperwork he was working on. "Meredith?"

"I'm pregnant." She looked at him nervously

"We're having a baby?" He walked over to Meredith and placed his hand on her stomach.

"Yeah." She said nervously, still unsure if he was happy.

"Wait? She's the god mother?"

"Of course."

"Can Mark be God-Father?"

"Oh yeah, that kid's screwed. If it's a boy it's a man-whore, with perfect hair, but it'll be chatty and dark and twisty." Cristina mocked.

"You're sure you want her as the God-Mother?" He asked her

"Yeah, are you sure you want me and my crappy baby?" she countered

"Meredith, I don't think I've loved you more, than I do right now. So yes, I want you and our baby will not be crappy!"

"I'm leaving all the love is making feel sick."

"Good bye Cristina." Derek said as he kissed Meredith, she just gave them a glare and left the room. "Waking up in Vegas is the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Me too."

"I love you Meredith Shepherd."

"I love you too Derek."

THE END (For Real) If you want a sequel just let me know.