I just wanted to say that I've enjoyed each and every one of your comments with this story. Your comments were what motivated me to write. I'm glad that you all enjoyed this story from the first chapter and continued reading. If you haven't commented yet, I would love if you would take the time to do so now.
I'm not sure if I will write another story or not. My life is extremely hectic with three kids. I do plan to co-write a story in the future with my girl, Steph. When? Not really sure.

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And now, without further ado….The end…..

Epilogue – You're Mine

Jordan opened the door to the room across the hall from his. He peered in and quietly (OK, not so quietly) walked into the room. It was quiet, but he needed to say what he had to say. His mom had gone to the grocery store to get a few things and his dad was downstairs doing laundry. There was no better time than the present.

He walked up to the crib and peered in between the bars. "You're finally awake," he observed, crunching on one of the Cheetos that he had in his hand. The baby followed the sound of Jordan's voice and turned her head to look at him. Jordan smiled at his little sister when he saw she was looking right at him. "Hi Megan," he said softly. He reached in between the bars and allowed the baby to grasp his finger. "It's about time you get awake, we need to talk," he said softly.

Megan began fussing in her crib. Jordan looked around the room frantically. He swore that he didn't do anything to her. Suddenly, he remembered what his mom did when she needed her to calm down. His eyes scanned her crib and fell on her pink pacifier. "You need your plug?" he asked, reaching for the pacifier and putting it securely in her mouth. She silenced immediately and continued to stare at him.

"Okay," Jordan said. "Here's how it goes," he said. "This crying…you know, what you do in the middle of the night when I'm sleeping? Well, it needs to stop," he informed her. He paused for a moment. "I have school in the morning," he explained. "And I need my sleep. I'm a growing boy."

Megan looked at him intently as he talked. Jordan's voice was one that she had become familiar with in the months she spent in utero.

"Right there," Meredith said softly, guiding Derek's hand to the lower part of her enormous stomach. She held his hand there for a moment. "Do you feel it?"

"No," Derek said. "Nothing."

"She was moving like crazy a minute ago," Meredith said. "Keep your hand there for a minute and I'm sure she will move again."

Derek frowned. "Every time I put my hand on your belly to feel her, she stops moving."

"No she doesn't," Meredith rolled her eyes.

Derek nodded. "She does," he said. "Remember yesterday at lunch when she was moving all over the place for Cristina? The second I tried to feel her, she stopped."

"It's just a coincidence," Meredith soothed. "Maybe your touch calms her. Maybe you're the baby whisperer," she giggled.

"Not funny," Derek groaned. "She doesn't like me."

"Derek," Meredith said. "She loves you, you're her Daddy." She ran her fingers through his hair gently. "Jordan!" she suddenly yelled.

"Why are you calling Jordan?" he asked. "He's in bed."

"Jordan can get her to do flip flops by singing her that Beyonce song," Meredith reminded him. "He'll get her to move."

"But, Meredith, he's in bed…" he trailed off as Jordan appeared in the doorway of their bedroom.

"What?" Jordan asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Jordan, come in here and make your sister move so Daddy can feel her," Meredith smiled.

Jordan looked from Meredith to Derek. "I'm not going to get in trouble for being up past my bed time?" he asked hesitantly.

"No," Derek replied. "Your mother has apparently lost her mind." He winced as Meredith swatted him on the shoulder.

"Sweet!" Jordan yelled, running across the room and flying into bed with them. He crawled up the bed and settled in between them.

"Sing the Single Ladies song," Meredith instructed.

Jordan giggled and wrapped his arms around Meredith's stomach. "All the single ladies, All the single ladies, All the single ladies, All the single ladies," he sang into her stomach, grinning up at Meredith as the baby began to move. "If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Derek smiled and put his hand back on Meredith's stomach. He chuckled when he felt the baby move all over. He loved feeling his baby move and how she reacted so much to Jordan. He also loved the fact that Jordan was excited to get a baby sister. He loved his family.

" I need my sleep for lots of reasons," Jordan informed the baby. "One, I have school really early in the morning and the teacher will get mad if you fall asleep at your desk. I never fell asleep, but Tommy did," Jordan giggled. "He had to go to the principal's office. The principal's office is neat. He's got a fish aquarium in there with all these neat fish and a really awesome frog that sticks like a suction cup to the glass." He paused. "That's what I heard anyway," he shrugged. "Another reason why I need my sleep is because I play baseball now. I'm gonna be a professional baseball player when I grow up and I need to get sleep to be able to practice, you know. I can't be tired and be a good baseball player." Jordan looked at his little sister, who had never taken her eyes off of him the entire time he talked. "And another thing," he said, moving closer to the crib. "Okay, this is just between you and me," he said, lowering his voice. "You get mom up all the time at night and she's really, really crabby. If you sleep, she sleeps and then she won't yell at me for things like forgetting to pick up my toys or forgetting to take the gum out of my pocket before she washes my jeans. I mean, she's crabbier now than when you were in her tummy."

"I think it's great the way Seattle Grace has the siblings class," Meredith said to Derek as they drove in their car. "Preparing children for their arriving siblings is important. Right, Jordan?" She turned to look at him in the back seat.

"I guess," Jordan muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring out the window.

"You guess?" Meredith frowned. "You didn't want to come?" Jordan shook his head. "Why not?" Meredith demanded.

"Dad and I are missing the Yankees and Red Sox," Jordan grumbled. "We've waited all season for this game."

Meredith looked at Derek in the driver's seat. He looked back at her with raised eyebrows. They were missing it. Meredith sighed. "I am so sorry," she snapped. "Why didn't someone tell me that this class was interfering with your little baseball game?"

Jordan looked at Derek and then spoke up when Derek didn't say anything. "Because you're crabby, mom," Jordan replied.

Meredith gasped and looked at Derek, who remained silent. "I'm not crabby!" she argued.

"Uh huh," Jordan nodded. "You yell at us all the time, right Dad?"

Meredith turned to look at Derek. "Answer the question, Dad," she said.

"Uh," Derek mumbled, pulling into the hospital parking lot. "I…well…yes," he said quickly.

Meredith's mouth dropped. "I see how it is," she hissed. "Tell me something, Derek Shepherd, what exactly did you do today?"

Derek looked at her briefly. "I…took Jordan to school, had back to back surgeries, had lunch with you, had another surgery and came home."

"Right," Meredith nodded. "Ask me what I did today, Derek."

Derek gulped and glanced in the rearview mirror at Jordan. He was back at him with wide eyes. "What did you do, Mer?" he asked.

"Well let's see," she said. "I got up and made your ass coffee, then I went to work and dealt with incompetent residents, met my ungrateful husband for lunch and not once did I get to cut!"

"Mer," Derek started.

"And," she said loudly, holding her hand up to silence him. "I forgot to mention that during my crappy day, I managed to grow your child. All. Day. Long!" She huffed and turned in her seat, glaring out the window. Everyone was silent for a few minutes.

"So," Jordan finally said. "Dad, you think we can get the game on the radio?"

"Hey bud," Derek said, walking into the room and carrying a pile of clean laundry. "She's awake?"

Jordan nodded. "She's staring at me," he said. "Watch this." He walked from one end of the crib to the other. "She watches me the entire time."

Derek chuckled and walked over to the crib. He ran his head over his daughter's soft dark curls. "She knows you're her big brother," Derek explained.

Jordan smiled proudly. "I am a great big brother," he said. "She's lucky she got me because she could have gotten Tommy. He dumped glue all over his little brother's head. On purpose."

"Sounds like Tommy needs to visit the time out chair," Derek frowned.

"Yeah," Jordan nodded. "He loses his recess all the time." Suddenly, Megan spit out her pacifier and started to fuss. "What's wrong?" Jordan asked in panic.

Derek smiled and picked up the baby. "Nothing's wrong," Derek said. "She's just telling us she's hungry." He held her up higher and sniffed. "And she needs a diaper change. Think you can handle this one?"

Jordan scrunched up his nose. "Gross!" he yelled.

"I am so freaking hungry," Meredith exclaimed, putting her tray on the table. Derek, Cristina, and Mark exchanged looks as they observed the large amount of food on Meredith's plate. Meredith eased herself into her seat and un wrapped her silverware. She scooped up a huge pile of mashed potatoes and shoved them in her mouth.

"Long surgery?" Derek asked, watching her with wide eyes.

"No," Meredith said with her mouth full. "ER all morning."

"Mer," Cristina said. "You're going to eat all of that food?" Derek gave her a look but Cristina ignored it.

Meredith gave Cristina an annoyed look. "Yes, I am," Meredith said. "I'm eating for two."

"Our baby needs fed," Derek grinned at her and reached across the table to squeeze Meredith's arm.

"She's hungry," Meredith agreed.

"How did your doctor's appointment go today," Cristina asked, watching as Meredith shoveled more food in her mouth.

"Okay," Meredith said. "Doctor is concerned with my weight gain, but what doe s she expect? I'm pregnant."

"You look great," Derek said.

Cristina cleared her throat. "Mark," she slapped him on the shoulder. "Hand me my bag." Mark grabbed the tote bag in the chair beside him and handed it to Cristina. She shuffled through her bag as she searched for something.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Meredith asked Derek, shoveling more food into her mouth.

"Whatever you want," Derek said. Derek would make her anything her heart desires. He loved her and she was carrying his baby.

"Meredith," Cristina said, holding up a photo. "Remember this picture?"

Meredith frowned and squinted. "I can't really see it."

Cristina got up from her place and walked around the table. "Can you see it now?"

"Oh, God!" Meredith cried, turning her head away and covering her eyes. "Put that away!"

"What is it?" Derek said. "What is it a picture of Mer?"

"It's a photo of your wife when she was pregnant with Jordan," Cristina said, handing Derek the photo. "She's about as pregnant in that picture as she is now."

"Whoa," Derek muttered, his eyes growing wide. "That's not my wife." He continued staring at the picture.

"It is your wife," Cristina said, grabbing the photo from Derek and putting it in front of Meredith's face. "Look at the picture, Meredith."

"No," Meredith said, closing her eyes tightly.

"Look Mer, your ass is the size of Texas," Cristina prodded. "Thanks to your beef jerky and cheese cravings."

"I'm not looking at the photo, Cristina," Meredith said, shaking her head. "You can't make me."

"I want to see," Mark interjected. "I need a good laugh today."

Meredith pointed her spoon at him and glared. "Shut it, man whore!" she hissed.

"How many months did it take you to lose your baby weight?" Cristina asked.

"Long enough," Meredith said slowly, dropping her spoon. Suddenly, she didn't have an appetite anymore as she remembered just how much weight she gained with Jordan. All sixty pounds.

"Just thought I'd remind you," Cristina said, moving back to her seat.

Meredith looked across the table at Derek, who was staring at her plate. "What?" she asked.

Derek couldn't get that picture out of his head. He loved his wife and he would love her if she was as big as a house, but if he could prevent it, he would. He grabbed his plate and swapped it with hers. "Here, eat salad," he offered.

"How can a baby smell so bad?" Jordan asked, plugging his nose. "She stunk up the room."

"Bet she feels better," Derek said, scooping the baby up from the changing table and kissing her forehead. Megan started to fuss again. "And now, we take care of the other end."

Jordan followed Derek down the stairs and into the kitchen. He hopped up on the stool as Derek grabbed the bottle of milk that Meredith had pumped before she left and started to feed Megan. "It's all I got till Mommy gets back," he said softly as Megan fussed a little with the nipple.

"I'm back!" Meredith yelled as she slammed the front door. "Derek!"

"We're in the kitchen!" Jordan yelled over his shoulder.

"Hey," Meredith said breathlessly, coming into the kitchen. "I got home just in time."

"She doesn't like the bottle," Derek said, handing the baby to Meredith. "You have what she wants."

Meredith giggled as she carried the baby over to the table, pulled out the chair, and sat down. "I would have been here sooner, but the ferry was running late," she explained, lifting her shirt up and helping the baby to latch on. "My only complaint about living this far out here." They had moved into their new house about a month before Megan arrived. Meredith loved it here; she enjoyed the peace and quiet. Derek and Jordan were in their glory, fishing every evening and taking hikes in the woods. Things couldn't be better. Well, maybe just one thing.

"Derek," Meredith said, adjusting the baby a little. "There's an envelope right there from our attorney that came in the mail today." She pointed to the pile of mail on the table. "I think it's it."

Derek smiled widely and walked to the table. He picked up the envelope and read it. "I guess there's only one way to find out," he said, ripping open the envelope. He unfolded the document and read the first few lines. He looked up at Meredith with tears in his eyes. "He signed," he whispered, handing the papers to Meredith. "Jordan's mine."

Meredith scanned the document and noticed that the line that had Charlie's name printed under it had a signature. Their attorney had gotten in touch with Charlie on the east coast and Charlie signed the document, agreeing to the adoption. He agreed to allow Derek to be Jordan's father, legally.

Meredith's eyes filled with tears. "Wow," she said. "The other paperwork is the court order and the judge signed it today. Jordan became yours today."

Derek nodded, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes. "He's mine," Derek repeated.

"He is," Meredith giggled, moving the now sleeping Megan to her nearby bouncy seat. She moved to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"What's going on?" Jordan said, giving them a look.

Derek and Meredith pulled away and looked at each other. "You tell him," Meredith said.

"Jordan, my man," Derek said, grabbing the papers from the table. "Remember how we talked before about changing your last name?"

Jordan nodded, "We have to wait for the judge to say its okay for me to be a Shepherd."

"Right," Derek nodded. He pointed to the line where the judge signed. "See that?" Jordan nodded. "That's the judge's signature. He says its okay for you to be a Shepherd."

Jordan's face lit up. "Really? I'm not Jordan Grey anymore?"

"You're not," Meredith said, tousling his hair. "What do you think about that?"

Jordan's face suddenly fell. "Crap!"

Derek and Meredith looked at each other. "What's wrong?" Meredith said.

"I'm not a Grey anymore, I'm a Shepherd," he whined.

"Yeah," Derek said slowly. "That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yes, but now I'll have to wait longer for my lunch," he said.

"What are you talking about?" Meredith asked.

Jordan rolled his eyes. "The cafeteria ladies call the kids up by their last names. Kids whose last names start with A though M go first, then N through Z goes last. Now I'll get my lunch last."

"I'm…sorry," Derek said. "Tell you what. As your dad, I will call the school and demand that N though Z goes first sometimes."

Jordan smiled. "Okay," he laughed. "So, you're my dad for real now?"

Derek smiled at him. "I'm your dad for real now."

"I'm yours now?" Jordan asked.

"Yep," Derek said, coming over to him and looking him in the eye. "But you know what's even better?"

"What?" Jordan asked, his eyes twinkling.

"I'm yours," Derek said softly, wrapping his arms around his son and hugging him tightly.

The End...I hope you all enjoyed the ride...please comment!!!