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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 01:36 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	Disclaimer: If we owned the show we probably wouldn't give Derek a new love interest...no matter how casual of love interest it is. Even if it's just flirting we wouldn't do it, at all. And if we did do it...she'd have a better name than Rose. Derek sighed as he walked into their bedroom that night, running his hand over his face. For whatever reason, Hannah had been entirely against going to bed tonight, something about Christmas Eve being tomorrow and then Christmas. She was always like this around Christmas, but tonight was the first time since she was three that he just wanted her to fall asleep. Tonight had been long. It had been good, at least better than he had expected it to go but still it had been completely long. He wanted to collapse into Meredith's arms and all but forget that it had finally happened. He knew it had to happen eventually, he knew they'd have to meet. But regardless of how well it had gone, he hadn't wanted it to happen quite like that, or anything like that. After Meredith had come in to join after her talk with his mom, she had been entirely silent. She had answered his mom's questions, she had joked once or twice with Hannah, but she had mostly been entirely silent, grasping his hand tightly underneath the table. She hadn't been ready for this at all. He imagined she was freaking out in her head, entirely freaking out. As exhausted as he was he needed to give her a chance to freak out out loud. It wasn't going to be fun and he wasn't sure how he was going to handle it today but he figured it would be fine. She'd ramble for a bit and he'd tell her he loved her and that it was going to be fine. And then they could go to sleep because the next forty-eight hours included Christmas and there'd be no rest. She came out of their bathroom, pulling a t-shirt down and moving towards the bed, her entire body drooping with exhaustion. He watched as she moved underneath the blankets, not saying a word as she pulled them over her head and turned onto her side. She was definitely freaking out. She was freaking out about his mom, about the talk they had had, about Christmas, about everything. "Mer...do you want to talk?" he asked gently. "I'm fine," she murmured, burrowing underneath the blankets. "Of course you are," he sighed, as he closed the door and climbed into bed, slipping down to pull the blankets over his own head. "Talk." "Der," she groaned. "I know that was big and scary, I know you're freaking out...but talk." "I'm not freaking out." "Yeah, you are," Derek murmured, rubbing a hand along her back. "I met your mom. I met your mom when the living room looked like there had been an explosion and I was in sweats and my hair was back and...I met your mom. But I'm fine. I'm not freaking out." "That is definitely freaking out...which is entirely understandable," he whispered, continuing to rub her back. "But I'm under the covers with you...you have to talk." "I don't know what to say," she sighed after a second, turning over to face him. "I know you don't," he nodded, smiling gently at her. "It went better than it might have." "It could have gone worse?" "She likes you, Mer," he shrugged. "Yeah," Meredith sighed. "Mer...talk," he frowned. "I know she likes me," she nodded. "I know. She told me I seemed very nice." "Which is actually a huge compliment from that woman." "Really?" "Definitely," Derek nodded. "Last time I introduced a girlfriend to her I was told that she wasn't bad." "I'm guessing that was Hannah's mom?" "Actually...before Hannah's mom." "You never introduced her to Hannah's mom?" Meredith frowned. "We never really got to that point. I liked her a lot. She was...fun to be around but not...I never considered bringing her home to Mom." "But she had to meet her when she was pregnant with Hannah." "She did but that wasn't as my girlfriend, that was the womb holding my little girl." "Oh," Meredith nodded slowly. "She said we were well suited to each other." "Also a huge compliment," Derek smiled. "My mom has never said anything like that to any of my girlfriends. Actually...I think she's said the opposite." "So that's...that's good." "That's amazing." "She asked questions. A lot of questions and I rambled...I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm incapable of actually forming sentences." "Which wouldn't be entirely inaccurate," Derek laughed and then sighed. "Mer...she's not going to hold rambling against you, she apparently gets the nervous thing." "Yeah, but...questions. About Hannah and you and my job and...and she's amazing, Derek. She's amazing and strong and...and I'm me." "Me kind of translates to amazing and strong." "I don't...it was crazy, Derek. I don't do families and she was there and asking questions and I couldn't even think because I was sure she was judging me and hating me and...I don't know." "Meredith, my mom doesn't mince words with her children. If she hated you before she left she would have made it very clear to me. And she didn't. Instead she repeated that I was an idiotic liar and that you seemed really nice and she can't wait to get to know you better." "Yeah, she said you were an idiot a few times," Meredith giggled. "She does that," Derek rolled his eyes. "Although I'm pretty sure she may have a point this time." "Der...I told her it was...I told her it was fine because I didn't want to meet her yet and...which may have been a really stupid thing to say to her. But I told her it was fine and that you were just helping me and she shouldn't be mad at you, she should be mad at me." "Why should she be mad at you?" Derek frowned. "I'm her son and even if you weren't ready to meet her, I probably should have said something." "Why didn't you?" "I don't know," he sighed. "It's just...what we have has been so fragile and precious...I just wanted it to stay the same. And telling Mom seemed...huge." "It kinda is," she murmured. "It really is," he nodded. "But I should have told you. I love you and she should have known." "Yeah," she sighed. "She seemed pissed she didn't know." "She was," he murmured. "Which was entirely my fault. I wasn't trying to hide you." "I know you weren't." "Good...Mom she thought...I just needed to make sure that wasn't what you thought." "It wasn't," Meredith shook her head quickly. "I was terrified you had told her and she was begging to see me." "Which is basically why I didn't tell her." "And now she knows." "Now she knows." "Which is...big and scary." "I know," he sighed. "It feels...different now." "It does," she nodded. "Really, really different." "Good different." "Yeah," she whispered. "Just...different." "Are you okay? Besides the freaking out and everything...are you okay?" "I think...I think so," she sighed. "She didn't kill me or hate me or anything. I'm okay." "She accepted you, Mer." "I know she did. Which is apparently really, really good." "It is good, Mer," he laughed softly. "Did you not want to be accepted?" "No, I did," she nodded. "I just...she doesn't know about us before...us, right? She doesn't know about the dirty on call room sex and the sex only and everything?" "Definitely not," Derek shook his head. "She never will." "What if she asks about how we met or how long we dated or...I mean, doesn't she ask things?" "We don't have to lie about how we met," he sighed. "We met at the intern mixer, you freaked and there was flirting. It was a good first meeting. And the rest...we started dating last...February, I think." "February...ish," she nodded. "Should we pick a random date?" "For...?" "Anniversary or something," he shrugged. "And so we can have an answer." "But mostly for anniversary," she rolled her eyes. "You want an anniversary date." "Maybe." "So you can be cheesy." "Maybe." "Fine," she sighed. "Random date..." "Way to be enthusiastic." "I'm sorry," she giggled. "I just...are we talking casual or when we actually...because I think you're talking casual stuff." "I have no idea when anything happened," he sighed. "It was all a happy blur." "You're so cheesy," she giggled again. "You love me." "I do," she smiled, leaning forward to kiss him lightly. "Hmmm....so we need a date." "We do," she nodded, kissing him again. "It was a week after Hannah's birthday that we were in the closet." "It was?" "About that, I think." "And then we had a casual lunch the next day." "We did," he grinned. "So..." "I have no idea." "Me neither," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs moving to tangle with his. "Hmm...the tenth?" "Why the tenth?" she murmured. "Random." "Very," she smiled. "So February tenth?" "Works for me," he nodded. "Okay," she nodded. "So now we have a more firm story." "We do," she sighed. "Which is...that's good. That we have a story." "It is," he grinned. "Even if it's made up." "Probably better than the real story," she nodded. "I imagine so," he laughed. "So now what?" "Now...do I get to meet Susan finally?" "You...you want to meet Susan?" "Yeah, I do," he nodded. "I um...you want to meet Susan. My step mom. You want to meet her." "Yeah, Mer," he sighed. "So you want to do the whole family thing now? The family dinners and the meeting family and all that? You want...you want to do all of that?" "No," he shook his head. "Just...Susan, since you met my mom." "Okay," she nodded slowly. "You want to meet Susan. My step mom. You want to meet her. Which makes sense. And she's been asking...so yeah, meeting her." "Mer...breathe." "I'm breathing." "Of course you are. Mer...it's been a year nearly. We can start doing these things." "I know we can," Meredith sighed. "I mean, we're living together. Meeting parents and step parents makes sense." "It does," he nodded. "It's not fast." "No it's not fast," she shook her head. "I know it's not fast. It's just...I just met Susan and Molly and Lexie. I just met them and they're...I love them and they're amazing and they're my family. I just�it's weird and now you're going to meet them." "I already know Lexie." "Lexie's different." "Still...maybe we can have Susan over for supper...keep it casual." "You know casual doesn't change it." "I know, Meredith. But we have to do this." "Okay," she sighed. "Mer...say more than okay." "You can meet Susan." "Okay," he grinned. "Okay." "You did good today." "I did," she smiled softly. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I love you too," she murmured, kissing him gently, running her fingers through his curls. "Sleep?" "Definitely a good idea," he sighed. "Today was exhausting." "It was," she murmured. "And I'm guessing it's only going to be worse the next couple of days?" "Are you going to go into hiding if I say yes?" "No," she sighed. "I work tomorrow though." "Get as much sleep as humanly possible at work." "That sounds promising," she murmured, resting her head on his chest. "Hannah really likes Christmas," he sighed. "Hmm," she nodded, cuddling closer to him. "And we have the Santa thing to do. And she doesn't actually sleep on Christmas Eve which means someone has to distract her while the others put the gifts under the tree." "Santa," she nodded again. "Love you, Mer," he murmured. "Love you," she sighed, her eyes sliding shut. "Night Mer." "Hmm hmm." Derek sighed and hugged her tightly. Today had been some odd combination of good and bad. Or just bad with an okay ending, or a good ending or something. He was probably too tired to be thinking of this in any rational matter. But it hadn't been right out bad. It could have been worse. His mom liked her, his mom actually really liked her and that was all that seemed to matter. Cos I'm counting on a new beginning. A reason for living. A deeper meaning. Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's Anatomy we wouldn't be going on strike. Because these people get paid over 70,000 a year to see Paddy on a daily basis. And if we were being paid that well...and seeing Paddy every day...we'd have nothing to bitch about. "Meredith....Meredith..." she heard a soft voice whispering near her ear. It could be Derek. Of course it could be Hannah. The voice was quiet and she was sleeping. Or at least trying to sleep. She woke up enough before the sun was up to know that it wasn't up yet. She could tell. And if the sun wasn't up she wasn't quite sure why she would want to be up. Not on a day off. She never had days off. Ever. She had had to work on Christmas Eve and hadn't gotten home until late, and then had had to deal with Hannah and Derek both bouncing all over the place in excitement. And then there was the Santa thing. There was no way she was getting up. Not yet. She hadn't even fallen asleep until four and it definitely wasn't time to get up yet. "Meredith, you gots to get up," Hannah's voice murmured, a little louder than the previous voice. "No," she shook her head, turning over and burying her head under the pillow. "Mer...wake up," Derek whined. "Hmmm," she shook her head, pulling the blanket up higher. He was whining. Forty-one years old and he was whining. "Meredith...Santa came," Hannah informed her. "If you get up you get gifts." "Later," she groaned. Gifts sounded appealing. They did. But they would still be there when the sun was up. "Not later. Breakfast is later. Gifts now," Derek sighed, shaking her lightly. She shifted away from him, groaning as she seriously considered killing him. It probably wouldn't be a good idea. Killing him in front of Hannah would be bad. And killing him would probably be bad period. "Go 'way." "Meredith...it's Christmas!" Hannah groaned. "We can't go way." "Christmas later." "Christmas now." "Guys..." Meredith groaned, frowning as she felt something, she could only assume Eskimo, crawling on her back. "Mer...it's Christmas morning, you have to get up," Derek sighed, running a hand lightly over her hair. "Please?" "What time is it?" she sighed, poking her head out slightly from the pillow. "It's six," Hannah said proudly. "I wanted to get up at 5:30 but Daddy said I had to wait." "Six?" Meredith frowned, ducking her head back under her pillow. "Another hour. Or three." "Nuh uh, Daddy said six," Hannah sighed, her head suddenly making a move to get under the pillow. "I made you something really really pretty, Meredith. Doncha want to see it?" "Can't I see it at eight?" "But it's really really nice." "It will be really really nice at eight." "But we always wake up early on Christmas." "Eight is early." "But Uncle Monkey and Addison are coming over at eight for breakfast." "What...seriously?" "Yeah," Derek sighed. "We thought it would be good since he ususally does Christmas morning with us." "Oh," Meredith murmured, burrowing back into the bed. "Seven then." "Meredith! Santa came!" Hannah exclaimed. "Santa!" "I know," she groaned. "Santa's presents will still be there at seven." "But we gotta open them now." "Hannah..." Meredith sighed. "Mer, she's not going to give up," Derek sighed. "Fine," she groaned. "I'll be down in five minutes." "Okay," Derek nodded. "But if you're not we will come looking for you." "Hmmm hmmm," she nodded, burrowing her head underneath the pillow again. "Meredith..." Derek groaned. "Up." "Five minutes." "Don't you want to see what I got you?" he asked. "In five minutes." "Up." "Five minutes." "Don't make me carry you downstairs." "Five minutes." "Fine. We will wait for five minutes." "Go downstairs and sing carols or sort presents or whatever you happy Christmas people do." "If we go downstairs we'll just have to come back up here to get you." "Okay." "So we'll wait here." "Fine," Meredith groaned. "Five minutes." "Okay," Derek nodded, not moving. She sighed as she pulled the pillow back over her head. Christmas. She had never liked Christmas, ever. She couldn't remember actually ever getting up early and opening presents with her mom. She woke up when she woke up and then opened the few presents she got by herself. Christmas sucked. While everyone else had Santa to believe in, she had just a normal day without Santa. She hadn't complained. She didn't even tell anyone else, everyone assumed she had had a normal Christmas. And it hadn't even bugged her that much, it was her life. And now, somehow, she had ended up with a boyfriend, a daughter that was pratically hers and a dog bouncing up and down on her bed to go open the mountains of gifts she knew awaited them under the tree. She wasn't used to this. She definitely wasn't used ot it. Any of it. When she had moved in, the house had looked like Santa's Village at the mall, now it actually looked like the North Pole. She had never thought this would be her life, and she wasn't ready for it. She wasn't ready to be apart of the family that woke up at five thirty to open presents. "Has it been five minutes, Daddy?" Hannah whispered. "No," Meredith groaned. "Nearly Han," Derek laughed softly. She hated this. She hated that they were happy and excited and she was...she was her. Which probably wasn't necessarily bad since Derek seemed to be in love with her. But she couldn't get excited for this. She couldn't get excited for running downstairs and sitting in front of the tree at six in the morning, opening presents while Hannah sang Jingle Bells for the fiftieth time. She had no idea how she was even supposed to act about all of this. Derek's face lit up at the word Christmas like he was still six years old. But he was Derek and she was...she had never actually done Christmas before. She hadn't told him that. She had no idea how to tell him that. She wanted to be excited. She really did, she wanted to be part of this. But it was too much. But she didn't want to tell him and he did that whole thing he did where he looked sad and angry all at once, which is what he did when he was pissed at her mom. And she didn't want to bring any of them down. But she just wasn't sure how to get excited for this. She wasn't ready for Christmas. She wasn't ready to be the person who woke up to open presents and who liked the entire thing. "Now, Daddy?" "No," Meredith sighed, even though she was 99.9% sure it was time for her to get up and do this. "Actually...yes," Derek sighed. "Come on, Mer." "I'm sick." Taking a page out of Hannah's book might work. Or just make her entirely insane. "No getting away with that," Derek shook his head, as she felt him climb back onto the bed. "You okay?" he whispered. "I'm..." she trailed off, biting her lower lip. "I need sleep." "I know you do but that's a rare commodity in this house at Christmas," he sighed. "You're sure that's it?" She could tell him. She could tell him she didn't do Christmas. She could tell him she had never done Christmas. But Hannah was bouncing eagerly on the bed and Eskimo was starting to whine and...she pulled the pillow off her head. "Yeah. Downstairs. Presents. Let's go." "Okay," he nodded, still frowning slightly as he took her hand. "Let's do this." "Presents time!" Hannah exclaimed, jumping off the bed, Eskimo following after her as they ran ahead of them. "Going to tell me now?" he whispered to her. "Derek," she groaned. "Mer...not probing, don't have time. Just...give me a clue as to why you're looking like someone just killed your best friend." "I don't look like someone killed my best friend," she frowned. "You do." She sighed as they walked down the stairs slowly, her hand brushing against the garland on the banister. "I don't do Christmas." "You don't do Christmas?" "I've never done Christmas." "Oh," he nodded. "Well...you have to now, Mer." "Derek, I just...I've never...okay. You're right. I have to do it now." "Mer, it's okay," he murmured. "I get it and you're mom...I can almost guarantee you won't hate this." "Okay," she nodded, not fully believing him. "It's opening gifts and eating a lot of food." "I know." "You'll be fine," he murmured, kissing her cheek quickly. "And it's just us...and Mark and Addison, nothing big." "And then I go to Susan's and you go to your mom's," she nodded, squeezing his hand. "Exactly," he nodded. "Nothing to be afraid of." "Daddy! Meredith!" Hannah insisted from the living room. "We're coming, Hannah," Derek yelled back. "You'll love this, Mer." "Okay," she sighed. "Love you," he smiled as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Love you too," she smiled softly. "Good," he smiled, squeezing her hand. "Let's go introduce you to Christmas." "That's more than slightly cheesy, Der," she rolled her eyes, following him into the living room. "And this year is going to take forever," Derek sighed as he looked at the tree. "You did spoil her slightly," Meredith sighed. "She's not the only spoiled one," Derek smirked. "Derek..." she sighed. "You didn't go crazy on my presents, did you?" "No, I didn't go crazy," he sighed. "We had our budgets for each other. I followed mine." "Good," she nodded firmly. "I followed mine too." "Good," he nodded as he got on the floor beside the presents. "Ready, Han?" "Yep," Hannah nodded excitedly, bouncing slightly as Meredith sat on the couch, wrapping a throw around her. "Okay," Derek nodded, picking up a gift. "To Hannah, from Santa." "Santa's presents are the bestest," Hannah grinned, taking the present and tearing it open eagerly. "Wow! A new tutu just like I asked!" "Go figure," Derek laughed. "Mer...one for you." "From who?" Meredith sighed, leaning forward to grab the present, suddenly dying for a cup of coffee. "Santa." "Oh really?" Meredith raised an eyebrow, unwrapping the present to reveal a jewelry box. "Oh...D---Santa. Wow." She pulled the delicate white god chain with three diamonds out of the box, holding it in her fingers. "Wow." "You like it?" Derek asked. "It's amazing," Meredith breathed. "Santa figured he had some stuff to make up for so he asked me what to give you." "It's...thank you," she nodded, getting on the ground to kiss him. "For telling Santa." "Just helping out," he grinned. "Want help putting it on?" "Please," she nodded, handing him the necklace and holding up her hair. "There you go," he whispered as he clasped it together. "Thank you," she murmured, trailing her fingers along the diamonds. "I love you." "I love you too," he breathed, kissing her quickly. "Kisses later!" Hannah rolled her eyes in a very weird Meredith-like way. "Presents." "Presents," Derek nodded, laughing softly. "Another one for Hannah." "From Santa?" Hannah asked, reaching for the gift. "From Santa," Derek nodded. "Cool!" Hannah grinned, tearing open the wrapping paper. "Oh wow! Look, it's a new tutu for Nanners too!" "Oh very cool," Derek nodded. "That's great, Han," Meredith nodded, leaning into Derek's side. "It's perfect," Hannah grinned widely. "Definitely," Meredith yawned. "Go ahead, Der. Next present." "One for me from Hannah and one for you from Hannah," Derek smiled. "I made them all by myself at school," Hannah grinned widely, bouncing slightly. Derek smiled at his daughter as he unwrapped his gift, finding a picture frame painted bright colour with a picture of the three of them in. "It's perfect, Hannah." "Very pretty," Meredith smiled, holding up an almost identical frame with the same picture. "Thank you, Han." "Welcome," Hannah smiled proudly. "It's the best present ever," Meredith grinned, leaning forward and kissing the little girl's cheek. "Thank you," Hannah smiled. "What's next, Der?" Meredith murmured. "One for Hannah from us," Derek smiled, handing his daughter a gift. "What is it?" Hannah grinned widely, tearing into the present eagerly. "You'll find out when you open it," Derek laughed. "Oh wow!" Hannah gasped, looking down at the pictures of ballerinas. "Like it?" Meredith asked. "Yeah," Hannah nodded. "Can I put them in my room please?" "Yep," Derek nodded. "Thank you, Daddy!" Hannah grinned, hugging Derek tightly and then moving to hug Meredith. "Thanks, Meredith!" "You're welcome, Hannah," Meredith smiled, hugging her back quickly. "Next present, Daddy!" Hannah exclaimed. "Next present is for me from Meredith," Derek grinned at the package in his hand. "I wasn't sure...if you don't like it then...I mean...I definitely wasn't sure," Meredith bit her lip. "Relax," he laughed softly as he tore at the wrapping paper, before looking down at the box in his hands and opening it to reveal a watch. "Oh Mer, it's perfect." "It is?" "Entirely," he grinned, slipping out of the box. "I love it." "I figured...I mean, you lost your old one and your doctor and watches are kind of a big deal so...and I couldn't figure out what else to get you because it's completley impossible to shop for guys. Completely and totally impossible so I just thought...but you like it?" "Mer, I love it," he smiled, leaning over and kissing her lightly. "Thank you." "Welcome," she smiled against his lips. "I love you," he murmured. "I love you too," she whispered. "Okay, more gifts," Derek smiled as he pulled away with a soft smile. "More gifts," Meredith nodded, leaning against the couch as Derek reached for more presents under the tree. Her fingers lightly traced the necklace resting against the hollow of her throat as she watched Hannah tear into another package. This was...it was nice. It was actually really nice, which she hadn't been expecting. She hadn't been expecting something this quiet. Something this exciting. It was nice. Derek was still smiling like a little kid as he watched his daughter open her gifts, pure joy across her face as she squealed her thanks to both of them. This actually felt kind of perfect. Sometimes when she had been younger, less jaded, she had wondered what it would be like to have this kind of Christmas. And now she was here, sitting amongst her family. Today they felt like her family. It felt like Christmas now. It felt like something she saw on the cheesy Hallmark commercials or something. She half expected egg nog and Christmas carols blaring from the stereo. But this was perfect. She was sitting with her kind of family, with her boyfriend and his amazing daughter and feeling entirely happy. She grinned widely as Hannah opened a present for Eskimo. Definitely perfect. "Mer, you still with us?" Derek murmured. "Hmm?" she looked up quickly. "Oh yeah." "You okay?" he asked quietly. "Yeah," she nodded. "I'm...I'm great." "Good," he smiled softly. "Coffee would be nice though," she giggled, reaching for his hand. "I'll put on a pot as soon as we're done here." "That's why I keep you around," she murmured, giggling as Hannah tried to get Eskimo to tear at some wrapping paper. "You got Eskimo presents?" "Hannah made me do it," he whispered. "Of course she did," she rolled her eyes. "Apparently he's part of the family," Derek shrugged. "Apparently," she giggled, cuddling closer to him. "It's her holiday," he sighed, hugging her tight. "Yours too." "I know," he nodded. "And yours." "I...I mean, it's nice but...." "Mer, you're smiling and your eyes are sparkling." "They are not." "They are." "Well, fine. Maybe but...it's really nice. It's actually not that bad." "You love it." "Maybe." "You're a Shepherd after all," he grinned. "I'm...what?" she turned to him. "A Shepherd," he shrugged. "You're not...Derek..." she frowned. "Sorry," he sighed. "Taking it back. You're a Grey...with Shepherd like tendencies." "I don't know if you can take it back. It's on the table." "Sorry," he murmured. "Bad habit, I know." "We just...a year. Not even a year." "I know, I know," he sighed. "So...yeah, not even a year. And you're...I mean, you're not...right?" "What?" he frowned. "You're not trying to do the thing. With the ring and the knee and the big speeches? You're not trying to do that thing, right?" "No," he shook his head quickly. "Christmas engagement is a little cheesy, Mer." "Okay," she sighed, leaning back against him. "Good." "Eventually...I'm asking. But relax, it's not happening anytime soon." "Okay," she murmured. "The necklace is it for today," he whispered, playing with the chain between his fingers. "It's really beautiful, Derek," she murmured. "Glad you like it." "I love it." "Good." "And your watch?" she murmured, picking up his wrist and examining the watch he had put on. "I love it," he grinned. "Good." "I won't lose this one," he promised. "You better not," she giggled. "I definitely won't," he nodded. "I'll keep it somewhere safe while I'm cutting." "Good," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him. "Merry Christmas, Der." "Merry Christmas, Mer," he echoed. Till I had you I didn't know That I was missing out Had to grow up and see the world Through different shades of doubt Give me one more chance to dream again


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