The Seventh Sense is Love

Happy Anniversary

Derek awoke to the feel of his wife's lips gliding softly across his. He grinned and wrapped his arms around her before deepening their kiss. After a while, Meredith leaned slightly back from him and carefully said, "Hau 'oli la Ho 'omana'o. Aloha au la 'oe."

He grinned and then started laughing really hard. Meredith sat up and crossed her arms over her chest - which caused them to rest on top of her protruding belly - and glared at him. Unfortunately for Derek, this made him laugh harder. "Mer," he said, and reached for her as she got out of bed. She was surprisingly fast though, and he missed her. "Crap," he mumbled and finally stopped laughing as the door to the bathroom slammed.

Derek got out of bed and walked to the closed door to knock on it. "Meredith, come out. I'm sorry."

He could hear her mumbling angrily as she moved about - presumably getting dressed. "Meredith," he said again and then jumped out of the way as she flung the door open and stormed back into the room. "I'm sor -"

"No," she cut him off and surprised him with her angry tone. "I don't want to hear your apology, Derek Shepherd! You think you're the only one who can be sweet and sentimental in this marriage?"

Derek was trying to concentrate on what she was saying but finding it a little difficult. He was distracted with actually seeing her angry. She flailed her arms and her cheeks were flushed.

"Derek!"

"What?"

"You're not even listening to me," she sighed, shaking her head.

"I am," he insisted, "but Mer, you're over reacting just a little bit. I understand it's the pregnancy -"

She made a really startling, seriously angry sound that rendered Derek speechless. He continued to stand in the middle of the room in surprise as his wife turned and left. He waited, fully expecting her to slam back in and finish yelling at him. When she didn't, he walked to the door and opened it to look in the hallway. He truly expected to see her there. So, when he didn't - he felt even more shocked.

"Fuck!" Derek grumbled under his breath and shut the door. He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed loudly. His beautiful, pissed-off, extremely pregnant wife had stormed off to go - God knows where. All because he'd thought she was cute for trying to say something to him in Hawaiian.

He found his cell phone and called her. When he heard her phone ringing in the room he sighed again in frustration.

"Great," he mumbled, "just great." Fighting with his wife was certainly not what he had planned for their anniversary.

Meredith sat on a chair on the empty café lanai and watched the waves crash ashore. Now that she'd had a little while to calm down, she realized she probably had over reacted to Derek laughing at her. Damn hormones, she thought. It had hurt her feelings that he'd laughed at her attempt at sentimentality, but she probably shouldn't have stormed out of their room. Oh well, she sighed, so she wasn't perfect. What a crummy way to start their anniversary; having an asinine argument with her wonderful husband.

"Ian," she said and rubbed her belly. "Your mommy is an idiot. I need to go and apologize to daddy." Meredith giggled as her son chose that moment to kick her and her stomach growled with hunger. "Okay, I get it. I need to feed us, too." She wiggled herself to the edge of the chair and then carefully pushed herself to her feet.