Meredith lay awake, her eyes opened as she stared at the window which was covered with mahogany coloured curtains. Her dirty blonde hair laid sprawled behind her, that was followed by a figure. A muscular arm glided over Meredith's thin waist and lay resting over her. Suddenly, Meredith felt the urge to leap out of bed and ran to the bathroom where she violently threw up in the toilet.

"Are you alright, Mer?" Derek asked from outside the wooden bathroom door. There was no reply and instead he heard Meredith once again being sick. Slowly, Derek turned the handle of the door and gently pushed it open. Before his eyes he saw the love of his life clambering over the toilet stool with her long hair getting in the way. Derek stepped toward Meredith and softly ran his fingers through her hair until it was completely removed from her face. "Thanks." That was the only word Meredith was able to produce as she continued to hurl.

After the sick incident in the toilet, Meredith and Derek made their way back into her bedroom. Derek wasn't supposed to stay around Meredith's the night before; she was still after all dating both him and McVet. The only reason why Derek stayed round her house was because of their date the night before went so well, that they lost track of time and didn't get back to Meredith's house until three in the morning. He even offered to sleep on the sofa, but Meredith was feeling lonely and wanted the comfort that Derek could give her.

Back in her bedroom, Meredith grabbed a cream cotton towel from her bottom draw and walked back into the bathroom. "You don't have to go in today, if you've been sick. In fact you shouldn't go in." Derek stated the obvious. "Bailey's already on a warpath with me, Derek, I won't want to have another reason for her to hate me." Meredith replied. Derek moved to Meredith, who was now facing him, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. He gave her a sparkling look, their look, before moving his left hand up towards her face and stroking her cheek. Moment later, he slowly moved his head towards her and kissed the top of Meredith's forehead. She then wrapped her both her arms around Derek's neck, moving her tiny fingers through his thick, black hair. He then glided his hands down towards Meredith's waist, his grip getting tighter as time went on. Neither of them wanted to let go of each other. They never really got these kinds of moments anymore, especially with Meredith also dating Finn.

"Right, guess I've got to have a shower." Meredith said quietly, while pulling back from the tight embrace. "Don't want Bailey to hate me even more because I'm late." Derek nodded and gave Meredith a little smirk. "You want me to wait for you?" Derek asked, knowing that Meredith was going to decline anyway, seeing as her shift started hours after his. "No, you go, you have surgeries to do this morning, I-I'll be fine." Meredith stuttered as she thought she was going to vomit again. "Okay." With that, Derek flung his jacket on and walked out of the bedroom.

Meredith finally got to work, just about right on time. In fact she was there ten minutes early which impressed Bailey. "Grey, could you get me Mr Sullivan's chart from the nurses station?" Bailey asked in a bossy way. Of course Meredith did whatever Bailey told her to do, so without complaining she walked to the nurses station and picked up the chart.

On her way back to the locker room, where all the interns bitched about their residents, attendings and of course the happy couple that were Meredith and McDreamy, Meredith walked past the medicine cabinet. She was still suffering from nausea, so to make sure she didn't throw up everywhere all day, she grabbed the nearest medicine she could to treat her symptoms.

"What took you so long, Grey?" Bailey had a stern expression on her face. Meredith stood there and held out the patients chart to Bailey. "Not talking to me then?" Meredith still didn't answer. She wasn't being rude, she was scared at the fact that if she opened her mouth to speak there was a slight she would be sick all over resident and she didn't want to make more of a fool of herself than she already had. "Right then, let's go." Bailey stormed out of the intern's locker room, followed by her five inexperienced, sleeping around, falling for attendings, interns.

Marching out of the patient's room along with Bailey and the other four interns, Meredith was joined by her McDreamy attending. "You're burning up." Derek stated as he stroked Meredith's cheek. "I'm fine." Meredith replied as she ushered her boyfriend away. She wouldn't really call Derek her boyfriend, out loud, considering they weren't together, but she did like the idea of her and McDreamy together, as a couple. "You have aneurysms to clip, and surgeons to confront." She told Derek as she watched McSteamy stoop past with the Chief. "You're gonna be alright?" Derek asked Meredith as he held her tiny hand in his and slowly sat her down on a nearby chair. "Yeah, I'm fine." Meredith reassured the neurosurgeon.

"Holy crap, are you pregnant?" Cristina shouted to Meredith, in front of the whole hospital, forgetting the fact that the 'Ruler of all that is Evil' was standing meters away with the man she cheated on Derek with.

From the balcony, Derek looked down at the sick intern he was in love with. He didn't have time to think and immediately ran down the stairs only to be stopped halfway by his ex-wife and her 'lover'. "An adulterous love child?" Addison said, trying to pick up s fight, still obviously angry that Derek chose Meredith over her. "Goes along with an adulterous sociopath." Derek exclaimed and continued on his way to his girlfriend's side. "Meredith." Derek said, while taking her hand, only to be interrupted by Bailey. "Uh-uh, you've done enough." Bailey took Meredith from her comfort zone and led her into a private room.

"Um, so who's the father?" Cristina asked Meredith from the end of the uncomfortable looking hospital bed that Meredith was sprawled out on. Shocked, Meredith replied in a short tone, "I'm not pregnant." She squeezed tightly on to her pale blue scrubs, with her tiny ineffectual fists getting whiter as the pain got worse. Cristina looked on at her person empathising with her pain. "I didn't think I was pregnant when I was pregnant." Cristina told her in a blunt expression. "Abdominal pain, fever, the non-stop vomiting." Meredith began to get annoyed at her best friend. She didn't need this stress put on to her, she was dreading her test results even without her friend going on about the possibility of a baby appearing in a picture. "I'm not pregnant." Meredith simply stated.

After a long, slightly comfortable yet anxious pause, Cristina broke the silence. "Don't know who the father is, do you?" Although Cristina was trying her hardest to make the mood in the room lighter, Cristina clearly wasn't doing Meredith any favours by getting her mind of things. "It would have to be Derek's. There's no way it could be Finn's." The thought of having a baby with Derek scared Meredith to the bone. She wanted a life with Derek and yes, someday she would like to start to think about having children with him. Right now, she wasn't ready, although was she? The thought kept replaying itself through Meredith's tiny mind. "You haven't had sex with the vet yet? You need to get out of that relationship, immediately." Cristina said, interrupting Meredith from her thoughts. She knew Meredith was practicing celibacy when she met Finn, but Cristina didn't realise she was actually taking it seriously. "I can't be pregnant, can I?" All Meredith wanted was her best friend to reassure her that everything will be okay. "With McBaby? Oh, okay." Cristina replied with a slight giggle. Meredith gave Cristina a stern look. What if she was pregnant? Would Derek walk away? She was sure he wouldn't, but the doubt in the back of her mind remained there.

"Meredith?" This was it. The moment of truth. The moment that Meredith was dreading. The moment her life was going to end or begin. "Meredith!" Bailey stopped Meredith from her thoughts. "I've got your test results." Bailey stood there as though the words were going to jump out from the page to tell Meredith themselves.

"Bailey?" Meredith asked. She needed to ask, even though she didn't want to, but Bailey wasn't going to tell her unless the question came out from her mouth. Bailey looked down at her intern's chart that was cradled in her arm. Slowly, she looked back up at Meredith with a poker face. Meredith glanced at her resident, to finally get the answer she was waiting for.

"You're pregnant."