Thank you for reading this, I know it's short but it's just the intro chapter for the story. Please review.

You're leaning against the door of Meredith's bedroom. You're scared, and she's the only one in the house, and you need to tell someone. You've done one stupid thing already, even if you like the blonde hair, you probably should've thought about it for a while first before stealing Izzie's hair dye from the bathroom. You're still wondering whether or not you should even tell Meredith. You're not sure.

You sheepishly knock on the door.

"Meredith?" you ask softly.

Meredith opens the door, a groggy look on her face, and warm smile for you.

"Lexie, why aren't you asleep? It's … It's like, three AM," she tells you, though she's not judging.

"I couldn't sleep… I, um, I think I'll go back to bed actually--,"

"You've got something on your mind," she sighs, opening the door wider to let you in to her room.

You sigh nervously and enter the room. You sit down on the foot of her bed.

"What's up, Blondie?" she smiles, sitting down.

You shift uncomfortably, and swallow hard.

"I- I don't know … I probably should just--,"

"Spit it out, Lexie, I'm not going to judge you," she yawns.

"There's a small, really tiny chance that I might improbably be pregnant…" you trail off on the last word.

"What?!" she caught your entire sentence. "Well … are you going to tell Mark?!"

"Meredith, calm down … I just … It might not be his, It might be Alex's," you stammer out.

Meredith feels sick for you now.

"Oh, Lexie," she says it like your mother used to whenever you did something bad.

"I really am a dirty mistress," you drop your head into your hands.

"No. No, Lexie, you're not." She sighs, biting her lip.

"That's the definition, right? Not knowing who the father of your baby is?" you lift your head, angry at yourself.

"Lexie--,"

"I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have slept with Alex. I'm such an idiot- Who does that?! Who does such a slutty thing?!" you rant, furious with yourself. "I'm so fucking stupid--,"

"Lexie!!" she yells at you. "Calm the fuck down!" Meredith shouts.

You pause and look at her miserably.

"You don't know what this is like, Meredith, this is not knowing what the hell I'm supposed to do, this is deciding whether or not I want to bring a fatherless child into the goddamn world I live in!!"

"Lexie. It doesn't matter whether or not your baby has a father or not. What you need to know is, are you ready for a kid? Would you be a good mom?" Meredith pauses. "Lexie, if you decide to keep this baby, I'll help you. Me and Derek, we'll help you."

You sigh in melancholy.

"I don't know. I'm a twenty-six year old medical resident, what am I going to do with a baby?" you shake your head. "Meredith, you're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

"No. I'm not going to tell anyone. But you have to do something for me,"

"Anything."

"You have to keep the exact same secret. I still haven't figured out how to tell Derek. I'm about …" Meredith smiled at you. "I'm about ten weeks,"

Your jaw drops. A smile spreads across your face. Then you realize you can tell who the father is by how far along you are. Then again, you just need to find out how far along you are.

"That's amazing, Meredith! Are you going to keep it?"

"Yes. Definitely, it's definitely Derek's baby, and I plan on having many, many Derek babies," she smiles at you. "But keep your mouth shut, okay?"

"Okay. You don't tell anyone, I won't tell anyone," you hold out your pinkie.

Your sister wraps her pinkie around yours.

"Pinkie swear," you say together.

Please put this on Alert if you like it, because I'm very sure it will contain lots of Drama and lots of Angst.

Thanks, Rhia.