Shawn sat on the couch sipping orange juice as she watched Derek pace back and forth. She had been trying to calm him down for about an hour since they had gotten home. But after failing to get him to sit down and just breathe, she gave up and ate her sandwich. She crinkled up the parchment paper and stuffed it into the plastic bag. Leaning back, she put her feet on the couch and held the bottom of her belly and sighed. "Der, Babe, can you just sit down please? You're giving me a headache." Either he was ignoring her, or he just hadn't heard her.

He continued to run his hands to his hair as he walked the length of the couch. He couldnt believe he just thought it was an empty threat. He just thought Sarah was just trying to hurt him, or worse, trying to get him to stay. But he never for once thought she would keep something like that away from him. How could she be so cruel and thoughtless? He never thought the Sarah he knew would do something like that to him. Then again, she clearly wasnt the same person.

He stopped and for a the first time since they had gotten back home, he finally made eye contact with Shawn. She smiled at him and he smiled back and they broke eye contact. He leaned against the back of the couch and crossed his arms. "What am I going to do?" Without a word, shawn pulled him over the edge of the couch. "I hope you meant 'What are we going to do'. I'm not with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

Derek smiled at her, "Have I told you how amazing you are?" Shawn shrugged, "Well, not for today." Shawn giggled and ran her hand through his hair. "Well, you're ama-" He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because Shawn grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and connected her lips to his. It started out slow and tentative with an underlying sweetness only Shawn could kiss him with, but it soon escalated to something hungry and heated until hands were wandering. The need for air broke them apart and they kept their eyes closed as they collected themselves.

Derek looked at Shawn's protruding belly and sighed, "You ittle missy, are making me sexually frustrated." Shawn laughed at him as she swatted him on the arm then rubbed her stomach, "It's okay, daddy didn't mean that" She looked back up at him and gave him a stern look, "Apologize."

"I'm sorry." He leaned forward and kissed the top of her stomach. After a lengthy silence he looked at her with confusion in his eyes, "So we're just going to ignore this?" Shawn looked at him with the same look in her eye, "What do you mean by 'this'?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Shawn." Derek wanted to talk about it because clearly it wasn't going away and neither was sarah. She was silently plaguing their new life together and he couldn't let her destroy everything he had been building, with Shawn, for the past several months. He still thought it sounded saying he was with Shawn, but a good weird. it felt long past overdue. "Shawn, we cant keep avoiding her. well at least i cant"

"and what does that mean?!" Shawn spat. Was he trying to say Sarah didn't affect her? "What are you trying to say here, because I dont think I know where you're going with this." She crossed her arms as she watched him try and look for words that would land him on the couch for the night. "All I'm trying to say is; you don't have to deal with it everyday." He winced as the word left his lips and the look on Shawn's face became harsher.

"And what do I do all day? Sit on my ass and knit?!" If looks could kill, he would be 6 feet under and someone would be butchering the lyrics to amazing grace. He wasn't making the situation any better for himself but Shawn was having fun thinking about all the ways she would punish him later.

Derek ran his hands through his hair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees while he entwined his fingers. "I didn't mean it like that. I just dont think you realize the way this affects my life sometimes." That was the final nail in the coffin. He had definitely sealed his fate.

Shawn laughed dryly and shook her head as she walked off to their bedroom. "Maybe I'll think about it when I'm sleeping alone tonight in bed." Derek's shoulders drooped while he realized his fate, "Oh joy."

"Good Niiight" Shawn chimed as she closed the bedroom doors, leaving him alone and frustrated, "I am such an idiot."

"So is there a reason you're drowning your soul in booze?" Mark inquired as Derek downed another shot of hard vodka, something he had never drank until then. "Because my wife is mad at me." Mark looked at him and smirked, "Your wife?" he chimed sarcastically and with a slight accent. "When did you get married?"

Derek lifted his head from the bar and scratched his head, "Did I say wife? I meant girlfriend. I said that didn't i?" He pushed his shot glass forward on the counter and a tall redhead wordlessly filled the glass. After about 2 hours, she knew the drill. Mark ordered a sprite-knowing he was the designated driver - He made himself comfortable on the barstool, "You know, I never heard you mistake girlfriend for wife when you were with Sarah."

"That's because I never said it." Derek threw his head back and drank his shot. His face contorted and he smacked his lips as the cold liquid burned his throat. "We didn't always get along."

"My how that bit you in the ass." Mark laughed until he nearly choked on his sprite. "Who knew she'd turn out to be some vindictive little demon… Oh that's right, I did." Derek rolled his eyes, "As I recall, you invited us on a trip to aspen." his voice slurred as he cracked his knuckles

"Ecch! wrong! I invited you. Not the Bride of Chucky." Mark laughed at his own joke and the bartender looked at him as if her were insane. Derek folded his arms on the bar counter and buried his head. He wanted to just disappear, or go home to Shawn. That would be better.

"Alright, lets get you home before I literally have to carry you out of here."

Derek fumbled with the keys before they fell to the floor. He lifted his head back and groaned loudly as he picked them up from the floor and found the right key. After seconds of fiddling with the key, he unlocked and stumbled through the door. He shuffled into the foyer and past the living room.

As he stumbled through the apartment in complete darkness, he stubbed his toe against something hard causing him to yell out in pain, "Owww! FUCKKKK!" He lifted his foot off the ground and started to hop on one foot like someone in a cartoon, "Shi- Ahh!" he fell over onto the wooden floor.

He laughed as he laid sprawled off in the floor. Clearly his drunken state took his balance and his common sense away. He got up from the floor and nearly slipped again as he almost tumbled to the floor again. He smoothed out his shirt before he pushed the his double bedroom doors, "i knew these would make me feel like a king some day."

He stripped out of his clothes, leaving a trail of shoes and clothing as he walked toward the bed. He smiled when he saw Romie curled up next to Shawn, "huh, Jules must have dropped him off earlier." He pulled back the covers but paused when Shawn started to shift, "Der? Did you just get back."

"Yes," He plopped down and tried to wrapped his arms around her but she pulled away and scooted closer to Romie, who had surprisingly stayed asleep. Derek looked at her and scoot his head, "Really Babe, the dog, over moi?" the drunken slur was apparent in his voice, but she hadn't noticed.

"Yes, i'm still mad at you." Shawn adjusted the pillow under her belly and got comfortable, "Be happy I'm not making you leave." Derek sighed and turned over onto his back.

After a couple of staring up at the ceiling and sobering up, Derek looked at the clock on the bedside drawer and read the time, "4 A.M, great." He had been tossing back and forth for hours and he was tired but he couldnt sleep. He was in the same bed as Shawn, but she wasn't in his arms.. He just wanted to forget about their little tiff, but clearly she wasn't letting that happen. "This is ridiculous… she's sleeping."

Derek silently scooted closer to her wrapped his arms around her while he buried his face in her hair and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. Shawn stirred but scooted closer to him, closing the gap between them, "I told you I'm still mad at you." she whispered and Derek chuckled softly, "go back to sleep."

Shawn sighed and entwined their fingers over her belly. Derek smiled kissed her shoulder before he laid his head down on his pillow. Shawn yawned and closed her eyes, "Good night Der, I love you."

"Good Ni- wait, did she just that?" She probably wouldnt remember when the woke up in the morning, but he would. He smiled and kissed her cheek, "I love you too." He allowed himself to fall asleep, finally letting himself forget about his problems.