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oncetherewasaway	Dec 4 2007, 10:50 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	"Mer..." he murmured, kissing her stomach again. "Mer...wake up." "Hmmm..." she groaned. "Wake up," he repeated. "Please wake up." "Der," she sighed, her eyes opening and then closing again. "Sleep." "Later..." he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. "I need to talk to you. Now." "Sleep now. Talk later," she sighed as her eyes fluttered open again. "No. Now. I need...now, Mer." "I hate you," she mumbled, forcing her eyes to stay open as she looked at him. "What?" "Let's do it." "Do...it?" she frowned. "Derek, if you woke me up for sex..." "No, not sex," he shook his head, taking a deep breath. "Let's have Blueberry." "Let's...Blueberry," she suddenly sat up slightly, her eyes wide. "Have...you want to...I mean, you want to have Blueberry? Like...have him?" "Yeah," he nodded, smiling up at her. "I...let's do this, Mer." "Seriously?" she breathed. "You...seriously?" "Seriously. I'm done thinking, I can't keep thinking. It's...yeah, Mer. Blueberry." "You're...you're done thinking." "I am," he nodded. "I want this. I'm terrified but...I want this." "You want this," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "You want this." "I do," he breathed. "I want our son...our daughter...whatever. I want more family, with you." "Oh," she breathed, her hand moving down to her stomach. "Oh." "Say something," he laughed softly. "Please." "I don't...you...we're going to have a baby." "We are," he nodded. "Our Blueberry." "Our Blueberry," she giggled as a tear trailed down her cheek and she leaned forward to kiss him. "Our Blueberry." "I'm sorry," he murmured, his hand running over her stomach. "I am so sorry." "It's...it's not okay," she shook her head. "I could tell you it is but it isn't because...but now you know. And now...Blueberry. We're having him and he's...I think he's a he. I don't know why but I do. I really do." "Boy...I wanted Hannah to be a boy. Which I never actually said out loud, but I wanted her to be a boy so if Blueberry is a boy...that would be good." "I could be wrong," she sighed. "Blueberry could be a girl but...I don't think so." "It doesn't matter," he shook his head. "It doesn't?" "No," he shook his head. "It's Blueberry." "It's Blueberry," she breathed, running her hand over his hair as he kissed her stomach again. "I am so sorry, Mer. I shouldn't have...I love you. And I love our family, any family. I never...I'm sorry." "I know. I know you're sorry." "Mark told me about your appointment. I shouldn't have missed that. I won't miss anymore." "He wasn't supposed to tell," she shook her head. "I...I didn't think...I thought it was just me getting checked on and...I didn't think you'd want to be there. I thought it would confuse everything and it did. For me. It...and I couldn't tell you." "I get it," he nodded. "I just...I wish I hadn't made you feel like that. You're not supposed to feel alone...ever." "I...I did. Feel alone. I mean, Lexie was there. And Addison. And George and Alex and...but you weren't. You weren't." "I'm here now. I'm not missing anything else, I promise," he murmured. "Okay." "I mean it, Mer. I shouldn't have...I should have never not been part of this. But I want this...I'm part of this now." "Because you want Blueberry." "I do," he nodded. "Are you okay?" "You mean right now?" she sighed, smiling slightly. "Right now. Over all. I haven't asked. Not really," he sighed. "And right now you seem...I don't know." "I'm exhausted, Der," she murmured. "And this...I thought...I mean I hoped and you...I think I'm kind of in shock. And exhausted. But overall...I'm fine. Everything looks good." "Good," he nodded. "And...Blueberry? Is Blueberry okay?" "Blueberry's perfect," she grinned and then sat up quickly. "Do you...I mean, do you want to see a picture?" "Picture? What?" "A picture," she smiled, opening her bedside table drawer and pulling out a picture from in between the pages of a book. She smiled for a second and then turned back to him, holding out a creased sonogram picture. "Addison did it. At my appointment." "You have a picture?" he breathed, grabbing for it. "It's old," she grinned. "I mean...he's bigger now. But that was...that's when he was a blueberry. It's a couple weeks old but...I have a picture." "It's...it's our baby," he murmured, letting a tear fall down his cheek. "It's Blueberry," she breathed. "It is," he whispered. "Wow." "That's um...I mean, right there," she pointed, "that's his heart. I could see it...it was beating. But he's small. He's a blueberry there and now...now he's bigger. A lot bigger. Not big big just...bigger than a blueberry." "When...I want to see him, when can I see him?" he asked quietly. "You..." she smiled softly, her hand moving over her stomach. "I have an appointment next week. With Addison. I...because I read in the book I can hear his heartbeat and...I want to hear it." "I'll be there," he nodded. "I want to be there." "I want you to be there too," she murmured. "I will be," he promised. "And...we need more pictures. I want one for my office." "Seriously?" she giggled breathlessly. "Seriously," he nodded. "You want...of Blueberry?" "Well...yeah." "Okay," she nodded, her grin growing. "We can get pictures." "Good," he nodded. "Our...baby." "Our baby," she echoed. "And you...I mean, you want this and...you're not just...you didn't want more." "I didn't," he shook his head. "And I still...this isn't what we planned but it's what happened. And...now that he's here, I want him. I can't...he's my son or she's my daughter." "Son," she smiled. "I think. I'm pretty sure." "Son," he nodded. "Just...now that he's here, I want it. I can't...I can't not have him." "I know," she breathed. "I...I can't either. He's...he's ours. And it's scary and huge and I don't...I have no idea if I can do this, Derek. I don't. But he's here and he has a heart beat and fingers and...I've told you all of this. I know. I know I have." "I know you have," he nodded. "And now I'm listening. And...you're terrified, aren't you?" "Completely," she murmured. "I...something could go wrong and I...I don't know how to be a mom to a baby. Hannah was...she was easy. But a baby...I don't know how to do that. I don't. Everyone thinks I'm going to be great and I might not be. I could be really, really bad. And I...I'm terrified." "So am I," he admitted. "We can be terrified together." "At least you've done this before." "Which is why I'm terrified." "You're...why?" she murmured as he rested his head on her stomach, her fingers playing in his curls. "It was hell the first time," he sighed. "I told you that stuff, I told you how I cried myself to sleep." "So you think...you think it could be hell again," her eyes widened. "Yeah," he nodded. "I can't...I wish I could pretend that I'm confident about this but I'm not. It's why things have been so...hard." "Oh," she breathed. "Oh." "Don't freak," he shook his head. "I'm...scared but we're doing this. Me and you...we're doing this. It's okay." "We're doing this," she nodded slowly. "It won't always be easy but...we've never done easy." "No, we haven't," she giggled slightly. "We love each other. And we love Hannah. And Blueberry." "And Blueberry," she smiled, her hand falling from his hair to her abdomen. "I love him. Which is...I don't even know him. He's a blueberry. Or an olive now. Or...I can't remember what comes after olive. Next week he'll be even bigger. But I...he's small. And I don't know him and he doesn't do anything except kick my ass but I...I love him." "I know you do," he nodded. "I can see it in your face when you're talking about him.' "Do you...I mean, you don't have to yet. I understand if you don't." "I don't know," he admitted. "I think right now I'm still adjusting to even wanting him. But I will, I know that." "Good," she smiled. "And we can manage this." "We can." "I love you." "I love you too," she breathed. "I...I thought you wouldn't and I...I'm glad you did. I'm glad you do and I love you." "I didn't think I would either," he admitted. "Mark helped. A lot." "Mark helped?" "Yeah...he...he gave me some perspective." "Mark? Mark Sloan? He gave you perspective?" "Him and Addie can't have kids." "What?" she breathed. "Are they...I mean, are they sure? Did they try the treatments?" "They've tried everything and nothing is working," Derek sighed. "That...that explains things. A lot of things. But...is he okay? Are they okay?" "No, I don't think so," he shook his head. "He said...their marriage is hanging by a thread." "Oh god," Meredith breathed. "I...they...they've only been married a year longer than us, Derek. They...and they didn't even...that's...they're not okay. They're not okay and that's...they have to be okay. It's them. And they love each other and they...but he gave you perspective. He gave you perspective and I thought...I thought things and George said he'd marry me and Blueberry and..." "Woah," Derek frowned. "Them...it sucks, Mer. And if they can't...it will suck. But...that has nothing to do with us. We're...us, Mer. We're having a baby and...we're good. We're not hanging by a thread." "We came close." "Yeah, maybe we did," he nodded. "But...we held on. And the next bit...months, years...might not be easy. But we will always hang on." "We better," she yawned widely. "We will. 110 Mer, remember?" "Hmmm," she nodded. "And you officially need sleep," he laughed softly. "I officially needed sleep when you woke me up," she mumbled, shimmying to lay back down. "I'm sorry. Next time I have something that big to tell you I'll put it off." "Don't you dare." "That's what I thought," he murmured, laying down beside her. "What do you want for supper?" "Quesadillas," she whispered. "No...um...lemon chicken. With rice and...and tuna. Do we have tuna?" "I'll check in a bit." "With ranch sauce." "Gross." "Or peanut butter. Maybe peanut butter." "On your tuna?" "Maybe," she breathed as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her stomach. "Whatever you want, Mer, but that's gross." "I know," she sighed. "Blame your baby." "I'm not blaming Blueberry." "It's his fault." "Sure, blame my baby." "I'm going to." "You're just using the pregnancy as an excuse to try gross combinations you've been dying to try." "Seriously?" she turned to him, her eyes flashing. "You think I like eating gross disgusting things one minute and then throwing them up the next? Seriously?" "Mer...I was joking...shh..." he murmured. "Ass," she hissed, hitting his shoulder. "It was a joke." "You're joking with your tired hormonal pregnant wife. That makes you an ass." "Sorry," he murmured, pulling her close as he rubbed her back. "Does this help?" "Maybe," she sighed. "You're still an ass." "I'll make you your tuna and peanut butter." "I don't want tuna and peanut butter." "You just...what do you want?" "Steak." "Fine, I'll make you your steak." "Good," she yawned, her hand moving to join the one that was wrapped around her abdomen. "Sleep," he whispered. "I'll stay here for a bit." "Okay," she breathed, her eyes falling shut. "I love you." "Love you too," she mumbled. Her breathing deepened as she quickly fell back asleep, her fingers tangled in his as she held his hand closely to her stomach. Her stomach that was getting bigger now that she was pregnant. And now she was staying pregnant. For the next six months of their lives she was going to be pregnant. It would be amazing to watch her get big and fat and pregnant. He tightened his hand slightly, smiling as he buried his nose in her hair. The other voice was still there, a little. The one that said this was too scary. But it was the other voice...the big loud voice that kept screaming Blueberry that he heard. The voice that swore this would be different from last time, better than last time. And for the first time in almost three months, he felt completely at peace. Life is beautiful, but it's complicated. We barely make it. We don't need to understand, There are miracles, miracles. Disclaimer: Kristin should probably learn the definition of the word spoiler and be taught that when you take something from a promo it's not actually that much of a spoiler. Of course if we owned the show she wouldn't have that spoiler at all. Stupid Rose. Her jeans wouldn't button. Yesterday they would button. Yesterday they were the only pair of jeans she had left that would button. But this morning they refused to close all the way. Which was impossible, there was no way she got that much bigger over night. It was bad enough that she was wearing baggy shirts to hide things, she at least needed a pair of pants that fit her properly. She stared down at the jeans that were hanging open. Bed. She could lay down on the bed and suck in and try it that way. They had to fit if she did it that way. Because there was no way her very last pair of jeans had become too small in a twenty four hour period. No way at all. She sighed as she fell back onto the bed, sucking in her breath and trying to pull her jeans closed. "What are you doing?" Derek frowned as he walked into the room, a towel around his waist. "Trying...I can't..." Meredith gasped as she let go of her jeans, letting her arms fell to her side. "Shit." "That wasn't an actual answer. At least not one that made sense." "They don't fit." "Oh," he smiled and then quickly faked a frown. "That's not good." "No it's not good," she groaned. "It's not good. Nothing about that is good because they were my last pair of jeans that fit. Yesterday they fit. Yesterday they fit and I could button them. Today...I'm not that big. I'm not. Right? I'm not that fat?" "No," he shook his head quickly. "You're not fat. You're stomach's a little more round, that's all. It's sexy." "My stomach is round?" she frowned, staring at her stomach. "Fat?" "Pregnant." "Pregnant," she sighed. "I...I can't look pregnant yet. That's not...the book said that doesn't happen unless...unless you're really skinny which I guess I am and...I can't look pregnant yet. And I can't...I can't not fit into my jeans yet." "You don't look pregnant," he sighed. "If I didn't know I wouldn't be able to notice. Well I would...but normal people wouldn't." "So then I look fat." "You don't look fat. You look sexy as all hell and if we didn't have an appointment to get to I'd be taking advantage of your undone pants." "You would," she rolled her eyes as she looked down at her stomach. It was rounder. Not a lot. But she was definitely...it was rounder. Showing. She was starting to show. And she had been getting away with baggy tops but now..."I don't have pants." "Wear your sweats," he shrugged. "Or one of your skirts." "Derek, I don't have pants. And if I wear sweats...people will know." "Pull on sweats. We'll sneak in for the appointment and then get you more jeans." "You really think we can sneak into the hospital? Us? Really?" "Mer...we can try," he sighed. "Fine," she groaned. "Sweats then." "And try to smile. Today is...a really good day." "I'm trying," she murmured. "I just...I don't know what's wrong with me today. I don't. Today is a good day. It's a really good day I just...I don't know what's wrong with me." "Hormones, Mer," he shrugged. "It's okay. Just...try not to bite my head off." "Stupid hormones," she sighed. "Stupid freaking hormones. They make me fat and...and don't say I'm not fat. I am. I am fat." "Fine, you're fat. And in the most amazing way." "I should kill you." "You'd be lonely." "I'd have Blueberry," she shook her head, putting her hand on the slightly rounded curve of her belly. Which was a weird feeling. She was used to flatness. Or maybe a little bit of fat. But now her stomach was actually starting to get round. And it felt...amazing. And weird. "And Blueberry would be fatherless." "That would be sad," Meredith admitted as she moved to lay back against the pillows, her hand still moving up and down over the slight roundness. "And I swear to god you're still sext as ever," he smiled, climbing naked onto the bed beside her, kissing her stomach gently. "You're lying," she giggled slightly. "And naked." "Obviously not lying," he murmured, taking her hand a running it along his erection. "Derek," she sighed. "I know we don't have time, just proving a point." "Even if we had time..." "Oh," he nodded. "Okay." "No...don't...I just...I'm dizzy and a little nauseous and fat and bloated and...I'm sorry." "Mer, no need to apologize," he smiled. "There is. Because you want sex. And the last thing I want is sex which is...we have amazing sex. Really amazing sex and you want sex and I don't want sex. Which isn't fair to you." "You don't want sex because you're not feeling well, I get it," he shrugged. "I'm not holding this against you." "Okay," she bit her lip. "And not to mention, Hannah's downstairs." "True," he nodded. "And really don't worry, I know pregnancy well enough to know what's coming." "I'm not worrying," she shook her head quickly, kissing him. "Just...get dressed. Please?" "Getting dressed," he nodded. "Thank you," she murmured, rubbing her hand over her stomach. She hated this. She hated when she was like this. Hormonal and cranky and...and now she was showing. Which was going to lead to questions. From coworkers and..."We have to tell Hannah." "I know we do," he sighed. "She's going to start asking questions," Meredith pointed to her stomach that was very clearly rounded when she laid on her back and her t-shirt smoothed against her. "Yeah, I know she is. And she needs to know." "She does need to know. I mean...she's getting a baby brother. Or sister. But probably a baby brother. So she should probably know. At some point." "We'll tell her," Derek nodded. "Soon. After today." "I don't know. Maybe...I mean, maybe we should wait." "Wait?" "Until...I mean, something could still...Blueberry might...we should wait." "We can't wait forever." "Derek, I know. But first trimester..." "I know," he nodded. "So...after the first trimester?" "Yeah," she murmured. "Another two weeks. Or three. Just...unless something happens." "That's okay," he nodded. "I'm good with waiting." "She'll probably wonder why I'm getting fat though." "Probably," Derek laughed softly. "You can come up with that story." "Me?" "Yes." "Why me?" she groaned as she pulled up her sweat pants. "Because you're the pregnant one," he grinned. "And I might tell our daughter something about liking the new chest." "Okay, a, you got me pregnant. And b, that's not something you would tell our daughter." "I didn't mean to get you pregnant. And I might...I do really like it.' "Well you did. And...I know you do." "Can we keep those?" "Keep them?" she raised an eyebrow. "Yes...after we have Blueberry I wouldn't mind keeping those." "They're not pets, Derek. They're my boobs." "They're huge," he smirked. "And tender and sore," she groaned. "Which reminds me...I need new bras too." "Shopping spree after the appointment," he nodded. "Mom? Daddy?" Hannah knocked at the door. "Can I come in?" "One second, Han," Derek sighed, pulling his pants up. "Okay, come in." "I made breakfast," Hannah grinned widely as she came in a with a huge plate of waffles. "You did," Derek grinned. "Yep, with lots of syrup," Hannah nodded, putting the waffles down on the bed and crawling up to sit next to Meredith. "Thanks, Han," Meredith smiled. "I was going to make coffee but Daddy says I can't use the coffee machine." "Definitely no coffee machine," Derek nodded. "Not old enough yet." "Daddy, I'm ten." "You are?" "Yes. Almost ten and a half." "Oh well then..." "That's pretty old," Hannah grinned. "It is," Derek nodded. "But I think you need to be at least twelve." "Fine," Hannah rolled her eyes. "Are you going to eat waffles, Mom?" "Umm...maybe a couple," Meredith frowned slightly. "Are you still sick?" Hannah frowned. "A little," Meredith nodded. "But feeling a lot better." "Why are you still wearing your pjs?" Hannah asked, taking a bite of a waffle. "Oh...umm...it's not my pjs. Just...comfy clothes." "Comfy clothes?� "Yep," Meredith nodded. "Because I'm...I feel like wearing comfy clothes." "Oh, okay," Hannah nodded and then jumped off the bed quickly as a car pulled up. "That's Jenny and her mom to take me to camp!" "Okay," Derek smiled. "We're picking you two up, right?" "Yeah," Hannah nodded excitedly. "We'll be there," Derek nodded. "Okay," Hannah grinned, wrapping her arms around Meredith's waist and then pulling back slightly. "You're getting kind of fat, Mom." "I'm...what?" "Your stomach..." Hannah frowned. "It's bigger." "Hannah Rose Shepherd, you should learn right now, you never tell a woman they put on weight," Meredith giggled. "Never?" Hannah giggled as Meredith tickled her slightly. "Never ever," Meredith nodded. "Okay," Hannah laughed, hugging her again. "Bye, Mom." "Bye Hannah," Meredith sighed. "Bye, Daddy," Hannah moved to hug Derek before running downstairs. "Good answer," Derek smiled at his wife. "It won't always work," she sighed, pulling one of his sweaters on over her baggy t-shirt. "No, but in a couple of weeks we'll tell her the truth," he smiled. "Hopefully I don't get much fatter," Meredith said as she pulled on her shoes. "Ready to go?" "Definitely," he nodded, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this." "It's just an appointment, Derek," she shook her head, taking his hand and leading him out to the car. "I know," he nodded. "I'm good...I am." "Are you sure?" she frowned slightly, buckling her seatbelt as he got into the driver's side. "Yeah, a little nervous, that's all," he sighed. "Nervous?" she asked, taking his free hand and putting it over her stomach. "Do you think...I mean...I feel good. Nauseous but...you don't think anything's wrong?" "No," he shook his head quickly. "Things are just feeling a little...real all of a sudden." "Oh," Meredith nodded. "Real. Yeah." "This is my first one and it seems...big." "First one for Blueberry," she smiled, squeezing his hand. "First one for Blueberry," he grinned. "The book says he's as big as a prune now," Meredith giggled. "But I still like blueberry better." "Prune would be a terrible name." "It really would. So Blueberry still." "The poor guy is going to be Blueberry forever." "Probably," she giggled. "Blueberry Shepherd." "Cute," he laughed. "Hmmm," she nodded. "Derek?" "Yeah?" "You said...you said you wanted Hannah to be a boy. If she had been a boy...what were you going to name her?" "Michael after my dad." "Hmmm," she nodded. "Except one of the twins is Michael. So it's a good thing she was a girl." "Very true," he nodded. "Hannah was the perfect name." "Lexie got me a baby names book." "She did?" "Yeah. I...there are a lot of names." "We'll figure something out," he nodded. "Are we going to find out the sex?" "I want to," she murmured. "Do...did you with Hannah?" "Yeah," he nodded. "Since I was going at it alone I thought it was best." "Do you want to now?" "I'd like to, but it's up to you." "I want to," she smiled as they pulled up to the hospital. "Than we will," he nodded. "Hope it's a boy." "It is," she squeezed his hand. "I just...I mean, we won't know for a while but...I think it is." "My mom always claims you know," he nodded. "Did Hannah's mom know?" she asked as they got out of the car. "I don't know," he sighed. "She never wanted to talk about it. She was pregnant and just didn't care." "She...she didn't care? How...I mean...I don't..." she shook her head. "I'm sorry I keep asking. I just...you've been here and...I won't ask." "Mer, you can ask," he shrugged. "You have a right to know. And...I don't know how she didn't care. I never really got it. She was...a lot nicer than my stories make her seem. I don't know why she didn't care." "So when you found out...I mean...she didn't care? She didn't care about any of it?" "She didn't," he sighed. "She was...when she told me she was pregnant...she told me she was getting an abortion in the same breath." "Oh," Meredith breathed, her hand traveling to her stomach. "I know," he nodded. "It was...bad." "Bad," she agreed and then sighed. "We have to hurry. I kind of snuck in between surgeries." "Okay, come on," he nodded. "We'll sneak in and sneak out." "Yes, before someone notices I can't wear jeans." "And then we'll get you new jeans." "Not pregnant people jeans though," she demanded as she hid behind him, walking down the hall. "Just bigger sizes." "Just bigger sizes for now," he agreed. "Though you'll need pregnant people ones eventually." "I know that, Derek," she rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying..." "Don't say." "Sorry." "Hey, Addie," Meredith sighed, coming to stand next to Addison. "Do you still have time?" "Of course I do," Addison nodded. "Good," Meredith grinned. "Just an ultrasound. Or sonogram. Or whatever." "And pictures, we need more pictures," Derek smiled. "Lots of pictures," Meredith giggled as they followed Addie into an exam room. "We can do pictures," Addison nodded. "Good," Meredith smiled as she grabbed a gown to change into. "Addie...are you okay? I mean...with...things?" "Oh," Addison sighed. "Yeah Mark said...I could be better." "If this is too awkward or whatever..." Meredith bit her lip. "No, Meredith, it's my job," Addison sighed. "And you're family, we are happy for you. I mean...you're keeping it, right?" "We're keeping him," Derek grinned, resting his hand on Meredith's stomach. "Good," Addison smiled. "It's definitely good," Meredith grinned as she climbed onto the table, Derek sitting down on a chair next to her. "But if you need to talk or...I mean, there's adoption and...I probably should stop talking. Because you and Mark...I'm going to stop talking. Now. Right now. That would definitely be good." "No, it's okay," Addison sighed. "Or it's not. I'm...we're just trying to figure this mess out and...we'll see what happens." "Okay," Meredith sighed, shooting a quick glance over to Derek. "They know we're here for them, Mer," Derek nodded. "I know," she murmured. "And this is about Blueberry," Derek smiled. "We'll make them talk soon." "Blueberry," she grinned as Addison pulled the hospital gown up. "Blueberry? Do I want to know?" Addison asked. "It's my nickname for him," Meredith explained. "Because he was so small last time. Like a blueberry." "You keep saying him," Addison smiled slightly. "I think it's a boy," Meredith blushed. "I know it's too soon to tell but...I think it is." "The mothers usually know," Addison nodded. "That's what Mom says," Derek nodded, squeezing Meredith's hand. "Have you told your mother?" Addison asked. "No," Meredith shook her head quickly. "We...I mean...things could still happen. Go wrong. And we...I mean...no." "Understandable," Addison nodded. "A lot of people wait till the end of the first trimester." "Yeah," Meredith breathed. "I...I feel like everything's good. I'm not throwing up as much anymore and...I mean, I'm exhausted. And kind of dizzy but I'm keeping more food down and...I have a bump. A really, really small bump. So that's good, right? I mean, things still look good?" "Things still look great," Addison smiled. "You are showing a bit and it's a good sign that you're keeping more food down." "Okay," Meredith sighed. "Okay." "No cramping or bleeding?" "None." "Excellent," she grinned. "Any concerns?" "Um...no," Meredith shook her head. "Derek?" "I don't think so," Derek shook his head. "I just want to see my Blueberry." "Our Blueberry," Meredith corrected him. "Our Blueberry," he nodded. "Yeah," she breathed, squeezing his hand. "Okay, Addie." "We should also be able to hear the heartbeat today," Addison smiled. "I know," Meredith nodded, watching the ultrasound machine. "There he is," Addison grinned. "He's...he's bigger," Meredith breathed, staring at the screen. "That's what happens," Derek laughed softly, staring at the screen. "I mean, he's still really, really small," Meredith sighed. "But he's bigger. Bigger than a blueberry." "But still our Blueberry," Derek breathed. "Still our Blueberry," Meredith nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. "Addie...um...he looks okay, right? Everything...he looks okay?" "He looks perfect," Addison nodded, looking carefully at the screen. "He's developing right on time." "Do you know the exact due date?" Derek asked, still staring at the small shape of his son on the screen.


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