A/N: I know, I know. I'm bad. I had to make another one though. This story isn't going to be very happy. At least not for the first few chapters. I'm not promising when I'll update, but I will update. It may not be everyday or every week but I will update.
So basically this story takes place when the twins are about two and a half. It's before the epilogue but, it's going to end where the epilogue started. I know that in the epilogue the boys were five when Meredith had the baby but I'm going to change that and make them about three. The story works better this way. Anyway please read and tell me what you think!
Meredith walked down the stairs, her sweats were covered in tomato sauce and her ponytail that once was, was half down. She walked right past Derek who was sitting on the sofa, and into the kitchen to clean up the mess from dinner. Meredith had planned on giving the twins buttered noodles for dinner but early that day she had gotten the strangest craving for spaghetti and meatballs. Looking at the mess that surrounded her, Meredith found herself regretting the choice she had made only a few hours before. Meredith walked over to the kitchen table and picked up the two highchair trays that were drenched in sauce. She brought them over to sink before going back towards the table and gathering all the empty bowls and the two sippy cups. Yes, spaghetti and meatballs and been a very bad idea. Meredith began washing the dishes, but was startled when Derek placed his hands over her eyes.
"Guess who?"
"Let. Me. Guess." Meredith said, rather annoyed. "Could it be…Derek?"
Derek giggled and wrapped his arms around Meredith. "Let's go upstairs and celebrate."
Meredith turned around. "Now? Celebrate what?"
"I got a promotion! Its longer hours, but more money. It should be amazing, and then in a few months at Christmas, we can go on a wonderful vacation. What do you think about Hawaii?"
"I think that its been a long day. I think that I have to clean up this entire kitchen. Then I have to switch the wash over to the dryer, take a shower, and then I'll have about seven hours before the twins are awake and I have to get them ready for daycare. So you want to know what I think. I think I'm proud of you but maybe we can celebrate some other time."
Meredith turned her body back around and concentrated on the dishes in front of her.
"Ok. I'll just go upstairs and shower or something."
Meredith nodded. "I'll see you in a little while."
Meredith waited until Derek walked out of the kitchen before returning to cleaning up. After doing the dishes and putting away all the left overs, she made her way to the basement where she folded the clothes in that were in the dryer and put the wet clothes from the washer in. When Meredith walked into her bedroom, Derek was already asleep on the bed.
"Must be nice." Meredith muttered and dropped the basket of clothes on their bed.
Derek opened his eyes and looked at Meredith standing over the bed.
"Hey, you going to sleep?" He asked.
"After I finish putting the clothes away, and then I have to shower."
Derek stood up and walked over to Meredith. "Can I help you?"
"If you want to. Most of these are the boys' clothes so I'm just going to leave them in the basket until tomorrow. I should pack the diaper bag for tomorrow too. Oh and the car seats are out of the car because I had to clean them so I should put them back tonight so I don't have to do it in the morning." Meredith sighed and buried her head in Derek's chest.
Derek wrapped his arms around Meredith and pulled her in. "Hey, are you okay?"
Meredith nodded. "It's just been a really long day and I guess even though I had the whole day I didn't get anything done. The boys are a handful at this age. I know that they're two and a half, but when they are together it feels like they are only one. They cry and fight and they need their diapers changed and they make messes."
"Why don't you ask me for help? I can help out. I'm their father. I'm your husband."
"You worked all day. You only have off on Saturdays and now you're going to be working longer hours."
"I can help you. Tomorrow we'll drive to work together and then when we get off we can grab a bite to eat and I'll help you put the boys to bed."
Meredith looked up to meet Derek's eyes. "When do you get off?"
"Around six."
"Me too."
"Good, it sounds like a date." Derek said cheerfully.
"Yeah, a date with two overly hyper two year olds."
Derek frowned. "Go take your shower and get some sleep. I'll take care of everything else."
Meredith nodded and snuck out of Derek's embrace. "Thank you." She said.
Derek watched as Meredith disappeared into the bathroom. He tried to remember how they had gotten this way, but it seemed like they had been like this for awhile now. He couldn't remember, even if he wanted to.
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The next morning, Derek woke up to the sound of the boys crying. When he rolled over, he found that Meredith was no longer in bed. He sat up, and stretched the sleep out of his body before turning off the baby monitor and making his way to the boys' room.
"Hey guys." Derek stated. "Who's ready for breakfast?"
Cameron and Daniel continued to cry.
Derek went over to the stack of diapers and pulled two out before taking Daniel out of his crib. When he was done changing Daniel's diaper he proceeded to change Cameron's.
"Mama. I want mommy." Cameron said.
The toddler kicked his legs up in the air so that Derek could take the soiled diaper off.
"Cameron, come on buddy. Let daddy change you. I don't know here mommy is right now. It won't hurt, I promise."
"Mommy do. Mommy do." Cameron continued to cry.
"Cameron, please. Just let me do it." Derek pleaded, but the boy refused to open his legs.
Just then Meredith walked into the room and over to the changing table.
"I'll change him. Just go get ready." Meredith said rather annoyed.
"I'm…"
"Cameron has a diaper rash. You would know that if you were ever actually home. His rear end is raw. Whenever I change him, I have to use these wipes."
Meredith took out a case of sensitive baby wipes. She then took off the boy's diaper. She gently wiped over the toddler's 'private' area, as Meredith had started to call it, and then poured corn starch onto the irritated area.
"All done!" Meredith said cheerfully. She picked the toddler up and placed him on the floor next to his brother. "What do you want for breakfast today?" She asked them.
"O's!!" Daniel clapped.
"O's!!!" Cameron agreed.
"Okay then, O's it is."
Meredith took both boys hands in her and walked to the top of the stairs. "Okay, careful now. Mommy will go down first, okay?"
The boys nodded and Meredith unlatched the safety gate. The three of them made it to the bottom, and the twins ran into the kitchen. Meredith followed closely behind. She then placed the boys into their highchairs, and placed a bowl of cheerios onto their trays, without the milk.
"What do you guys think mommy should have for breakfast?" Meredith questioned as she walked over to the cabinet.
"Oast!" Cameron clapped his hands.
"Toast sounds good." Meredith agreed. "With raspberry jam and butter!"
"Raspberry jam?" Derek questioned. "Since when do you use raspberry jam?"
Meredith shrugged. "Since now I guess."
Derek studied Meredith for a moment before going over to the fridge to get out some milk.
"What was that look for?" Meredith asked while putting two pieces of bread in the toaster.
Derek shrugged. "I don't know. You're not pregnant are you?"
Meredith dropped the package of bread that she was tying. "Of course I'm not…I mean…I couldn't…I'm not pregnant."
"Are you sure? I mean raspberry jam?"
"Yes Derek. I'm sure. Do you even remember the last time we had sex?"
Derek looked down at the floor for a moment and then back up at Meredith. "It was forty-five days ago."
Meredith looked up from what she was doing. "You remember that?"
Derek nodded. "I came home from work early and we put the boys to bed early. We put in a movie, and popped some popcorn. It was raining outside. Then the lights went out and we went to find flashlights. You bumped into the wall…"
"And then you came over and picked me up. You brought me to the kitchen to get me ice and then carried me upstairs. You laid me down on the bed and then before either of us knew it we were kissing, and then…" Meredith continued.
"One thing led to another." Derek finished.
Meredith took her toast out of the toaster and placed it on a plate. "I threw up this morning, yesterday too."
Derek stopped eating his cereal and looked at his wife.
"I think I might be pregnant."
"I think so too."
"So, what does this mean?" Meredith asked.
"It doesn't mean anything. It means that we might have a third kid. Nothing's going to change until you give birth. That's months away, plus we don't even know if you are pregnant."
"Derek…"
"What?"
"Do you want another baby?"
"N…not right now. But we can make this work."
"How can we make this work if you don't even want this?"
"We don't even know if you're pregnant yet."
Derek placed his still half full bowl of cereal on the counter, and walked out of the kitchen.
Meredith walked over to where the boys sat, and placed her plate on the table. She then walked upstairs and into the master bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the pregnancy test that she had peed on early that morning. It was positive. Meredith sat down on the toilet and placed her head in her hands. "I'm pregnant."
"Meredith? Are you in the bathroom? We're going to be late. Where are the boys' coats? Meredith?"
Derek began walking towards the bathroom. When Meredith heard his footsteps, she placed the pregnancy test in her makeup bag, and flushed the toilet to distract Derek. "I'm coming." She called.
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"Hey, Bailey have you seen Derek? I was supposed to meet him twenty minutes ago." Meredith walked up to the woman who used to be in charge of her with Cameron in her right arm, and holding Daniel's hand with her left hand. She had her purse on her left shoulder along with the diaper bag, and Cameron's blanket.
"No, I'm sorry. He might be in surgery."
Meredith nodded her head. "Thanks Miranda."
"Do you and the boys need a ride home? I'm about to leave, myself."
Meredith nodded. "That would be great."
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After giving the boys their baths and cleaning up the mess from dinner, Meredith sat down on the couch to watch some television.
She went up to OB early in the day and had Alex perform a few tests to make sure she really was pregnant, sure enough she was. Alex had sworn not to tell anybody about the baby, and Meredith knew that her secret was safe with him. She was almost two months along, and was due at the end of May.
Meredith moved her hand to rest on her still flat stomach, and turned on Deal or No Deal A few minutes later Derek walked in the door and smiled. He walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Meredith. She quickly removed her hand and looked at him.
"Where have you been?" Meredith snapped.
"I had an emergency surgery. I'm really sorry, I am."
"You couldn't have told me?"
"I didn't think about it at the time. I'm sorry."
"You didn't think about it? You didn't think about your wife waiting in the lobby of a hospital with two overly active two year olds?"
"I'm sorry Meredith. What more do you want me to say? I got distracted. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, I'm sorry too."
Derek dropped his head, and pulled a bag out of his jacket. "I picked this up on the way home from work." He handed the bag over to Meredith. "I figured you might need it."
Meredith accepted the bag and looked inside. It was a pregnancy test. "I don't need it. I already took a test. I'm not pregnant. Looks like you're going to have your way."
Meredith stood up, and threw the bag at Derek before walking up stairs and going to bed.
A/N: So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Continue? Don't continue? Let me know!!!!
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