This is just a sweet little chapter, with Derek sharing some of his past with Meredith on a lazy Sunday. Enjoy!

Chapter 26 - A Lazy Sunday

Meredith opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, then squinted at the grey sky outside the half open curtains. She snuggled into Derek's comforting warmth beside her, thankful it was Sunday morning, and neither of them had to get out of bed just yet. The days had gone by quickly, and she was now over three months pregnant. Her morning sickness was no longer bothering her, and she had regained her appetite. She also found she was having cravings for unusual things, along with wanting sex more than ever.

"Morning…" Derek murmured, as her hand grazed his abdomen. "You realize we don't have to get up yet…and it's raining and chilly outside…"

"But it's warm and cozy inside here…" Meredith sighed as he eased his body to face hers. "Hey…"

"Since we're awake…" Derek kissed her softly, playing his tongue along hers. "And you're horny…"

"I'm just hormonal…" she giggled, "…not horny…"

"Same thing isn't it?" he teased her, running his hands over her belly that was already looking rounded. "Whatever it is, I'm not complaining."

Meredith moaned in bliss, as he touched her, so happy to be here in this moment with him. And when his fingers slid lower, finding her already wet and open for him, she nearly came from the expert touch. His lips found her sensitive nipples, stroking the areolas gently, mindful of how tender she had been lately. He was in awe of her ever changing body, and the baby that was making its presence more prominent.

"You feel so good…" he whispered, pulling her over him, letting her take control of the moment. She looked tousled and flushed, her soft green eyes dancing with happiness. "And you look amazing…"

"I'm getting fat…I couldn't even do up my scrub pants yesterday…"

"Not fat…just pregnant…" The soft rounding of her curves was even more arousing, and he loved seeing her this way. Her breasts looked fuller already, and he cupped them softly, as she settled over him.

"Still…"

"Hmm…." He considered what to say that wouldn't set her off on a hormonal tangent. Realizing his best bet was to keep his mouth shut, and occupy himself with other more erotic pursuits; he pulled her closer and kissed her instead. Taking away her momentary doubts, so that she moaned into his mouth, just as he pushed upwards into her. In this position, she rocked over him, still kissing him with fierce need. He let her set the pace, reading her body signals, the way she moaned and sighed, gripping him with her knees. She wanted it quick and urgent, and he was happy to oblige.

"Faster…" she sighed, "just take me…I need you…"

Derek moved upwards, thrusting against her, touching her clit as she leaned backwards, bracing her hands on his thighs. The combination of his fingers and his cock started to send her into bliss. A tidal wave of heat washed through her, as he moved with her, possessing her, enthralling her. It felt perfect, yet every time felt like the first time, every time he found something new to make her hotter, make her crazy. He thrust into her again, his soft groan of pleasure making her hotter and wetter still. She could feel him everywhere, buried so deep inside of her, his mouth teasing her nipples then, his chest beneath her hand, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath her soft touch. Feeling his heartbeat, pulsing, sending a message to her soul.

He looked up at her, his hair in a sexy mess of curls, and her breath caught in her throat. He was so sinfully handsome, so perfect – she touched his face and traced his lips with her fingers. Sucking her finger seductively, as he pushed harder into her, joined in heated passion, eyes devouring each other, they moved as one.

Faster and harder then, she met his every stroke, deepening their connection, as the heat built to a shuddering peak in her. She spasmed around him, pulling him in. "I love you," he breathed, his voice hoarse with need, "I love you so much, Meredith."

"I love you, too," she replied softly, and the love and his body finally took her over the edge into sweet release that took her breath away. He let his own climax take him away, spilling into her hotly.

As they lay tangled together, she sighed contentedly against his chest. "I may not want to get out of bed today…"

"We don't have to be anywhere…it's within the realm of possibility." Derek kissed the top of her head, shifting her gently onto her back. He rested his hand on the little swell of her belly, stroking her gently. "I can make you breakfast in bed, we can take it easy and listen to the rain, if you want. You need to catch up on your sleep anyway, honey…"

Meredith yawned a little. "You're right…I keep trying to make sure I don't miss out on anything at work before I leave…"

Just then she felt a twitch inside of her, and her eyes went wide, meeting Derek's. "Did you just feel that?" She put her hand next to his, and again the little flutter of movement happened. "It's the baby…he's moving…"

"He?" But Derek's breath was caught at the slight tell-tale indication that their baby was indeed being active.

"I can't just say 'it'," Meredith giggled.

"You're right…and this is amazing…" He looked up at her, unable to stop smiling.

"But if he's kicking already, he's gonna be a busy little boy."

"Hmm…Mom always said I was pretty active before I was born," Derek recalled, thinking of his parents.

"I wish I could've met them." Meredith realized he didn't speak of them often, but she knew he had pictures in his wallet, and there was a stack of old photograph albums tucked in some boxes stacked in a corner of the closet.

Derek leaned down to place a kiss on her navel. "Me too…they would have been so proud to know they would be grandparents." For a second, his eyes misted, and Meredith squeezed his hand.

"It must've been terrible for you."

He managed a small smile for her. "It was a long time ago. You just wait there, and I'll bring some tea and some of those muffins you like."

She nodded, plumping the pillows behind her. "And the strawberries…?"

"Anything else?" He paused, after pulling his jeans on, waiting in case she came up with a strange craving. Last week it had been macadamia nut ice cream and bananas at 10 o'clock at night; and the next evening it had been steak and pickled onions.

"No…" Meredith smiled innocently. "Not at the moment, anyway…"

"Okay…be right back, then." He ambled away to the kitchen, humming softly. Somehow he hadn't thought about his parents for a long time, but he realized that the impending addition to the family must be stirring up some memories. Since their death when he was in college, he'd been on his own, but Meredith was his wife now and he suddenly wanted her to know more about the family. He put some coffee on for himself, and set the kettle boiling for tea, still contemplating the turn his life had taken. With a little grin, he realized that lazy Sunday mornings would be a thing of the past in a few months, so they had better enjoy this while they could. And he wanted to show her those pictures he'd packed away in the closet. It was a perfect day for that.

After breakfast, Meredith curled in bed again, watching Derek rummage through some of the boxes he'd pulled out of the closet. He had pulled on a black t-shirt with a BMW logo on the front, along with his old jeans, his hair still tousled and damp from a quick shower.

"What are you looking for?" she asked.

"Just wanted to show you some pictures…" he murmured, snagging a faded photo album from the box. "Talking about family made me realize we haven't discussed the past much, and I wanted you to see our baby's heritage."

"Oh, that's so sweet…I'd do the same, but mementos weren't exactly my mother's forte…"

"It's okay…" Derek settled on the bed, flipping a few pages, finding the ones of his childhood quickly. "Here…"

"Aw…is that you?" Meredith cooed over a picture of a chubby baby, with thick black curls of hair.

"Yes, me at the age of six months…" he noted, pulling her into the crook of his arm, with the photo album open on his lap. "And here…a couple months later…"

"Oh you were crawling…and I love those little coveralls…and I can see those eyes of yours were already big and blue…I hope our little guy has the same ones." She touched a few more pictures, happy to see Derek's past unfolding. "These were your parents?"

"Yes, it was my first birthday…" Derek smiled softly. "Look at that cake…"

"Did you blow out the candle?"

"Probably…and then mashed the cake in my mouth…" Derek indicated the next picture, where he was flinging cake towards the camera.

Meredith giggled, leaning against him, happy that he was sharing this precious book of memories with her. Her own past was all in her thoughts, there weren't albums with her pictures, or baby books with scrawled comments – Ellis hadn't had time for that sort of thing. Her only photo was one she kept in her wallet, of Ellis holding her, standing in front of SGH.

They spent the rest of the afternoon flipping through the albums, enjoying the moments together, and anticipating the future. "So, the ultrasound is tomorrow?" Derek asked finally, tucking the albums away into the boxes again.

"Mmhmm…are you able to make the appointment?"

"Absolutely."

"Good, Dr. Robbins wants to meet you anyway. Says it's always good when the father is there to witness the whole process." Meredith yawned again, her eyelids getting heavy. The rain was still pelting against the windows, the afternoon waning away to evening.

"I can't wait. Will we be able to tell if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Maybe…might be a little early." She recalled the information in the baby books. "Do you really want to know now?"

"Hmm…surprise is always nice…."

"It is…"

Meredith stirred later, waking from a dream of a chubby little baby, gurgling as she shook a rattle for him. Derek was sleeping beside her, his arm flung over her hips protectively. The rain had eased, and she could see a few stars beginning to twinkle outside. Then her stomach grumbled, and she sighed. "Hungry again, are you?" she murmured, rubbing a circle against her abdomen. She eased from his embrace, kissing his shoulder when he muttered in his sleep. "Be right back, honey…"

She padded towards the kitchen, wrapping her red robe around her. In the fridge, she picked out a bottle of water, and a few pieces of cheese, and a handful of grapes. She settled onto the window seat in the kitchen, looking out towards the damp garden in the back yard. She loved looking out at the landscape, still pinching herself that she was here.

"Hey…you should be in bed…" Derek observed from the doorway. "You okay?"

"Sure…just hungry," she confessed, holding up the plate.

"I can make you something? An omelet?"

"I'm good…but if you want something…feel free…"

Derek smiled at her, crossing the floor to join her. "You looked very pensive…"

"Just can't believe sometimes where my life has taken me."

"I know…" He kissed her cheek. "I don't know where I'd be without you."

"Mmm…still chasing other women? Addison said she was worried you would be old and in a wheel chair, chasing women…"

"Really?"

"Seriously…"

"I need to have a chat with her, then," he grinned, moving towards the cupboards. He pulled a bottle of wine from the wine rack, but he hesitated. "Sorry…I won't open it…"

"Go ahead…I don't mind…I can live vicariously," she assured him.

"Are you sure?"

"Just because I can't drink, doesn't mean you have to abstain."

"Okay, if you're sure." He opened the wine and let it breathe while he busied himself at the stove. Soon the inviting scent of the eggs cooking made her hungrier. She slipped off the window seat and over to stand beside him.

"Maybe I could eat a little of that..."

"I thought you might," he grinned, putting his arm around her shoulders. "That's why I made extra..."

"Ass..." she giggled. "I'll set the table."

They moved in companionable quiet, until the meal was ready. "I never did ask when you got to be such a good cook..." she said, settling onto the stool at the island. The beguiling scent of eggs and chives made her mouth water.

"Self preservation," he grinned, joining her. He took a sip of wine, before leaning in to kiss her. He tasted of the rich dark wine, and intoxicating sex, and she moaned a little. "Now eat..."

"Yes, dear..." Meredith wrinkled her nose at him, but she dug into the food with gusto. It was heavenly, and she smiled happily at him. "I love you..."

"Is it just for the cooking...or the sex?"

"I'm not sure..." she murmured, as if considering the options. "Both?"

"I feel so used..." he teased her, watching her finish the food on her plate, along with the rest of the grapes she'd brought with her.

"Then come here and I'll use you all over again..." she murmured, winking at him.