What Should Have Been From The Beginning

Just A Slight Problem

DEREK'S POV

Waking up alone, was quite possibly the strangest feeling I had felt in a while. Normally, I would wake up to the scent of my fiancé's lavender conditioner and the natural smell of her skin. Her hair would drape across my face majority of the time as my body spooned hers. But not this morning however what was about to happen later, 100 percent made up for it. It was today, that I would be marrying the love of my life, the mother to our child, the person who made my heart beat. It was the day, I'd see my soon to be wife walking down the aisle in her white dress and a veil secreting her face.  There were so many plans already organised for what was supposed to be a small wedding and after every decision had been finalised, it was apparent that among all the love that came with a wedding, there wasn't actually any time for just Meredith and I. There wasn't any minute in the day when we would actually be alone, together, just us two. Thankfully plans changed and times were rearranged. 

This week had already been a dream and yesterday made everything so much more magical. Our doctors appointment for the 12 week scan, had revealed the news everyone wanted to here. Everyone being me and Meredith that was because still nobody had been informed. Somehow it was still our little secret and Meredith had even changed her dress just weeks before the wedding because in what was her initial choice of a dress, the bump would have shown and everyone would immediately know. I still didn't know what her dress looked like since that was one of the traditional things about this wedding, but she had told me one detail, that there was a waist band around her stomach that covered the bump. 

Elated wasn't the word to describe the way I was feeling right now. I wasn't nervous because I had no reason to be. I knew that she would say 'I do' along with me. I knew she would come through those doors and I knew the rest of my life would be spent with Meredith. The only other feeling I felt all morning whilst getting ready , was desperation. Every minute felt like an hour and time seemed slower than it ever had been. I was tying my bow tie, stood next to Mark who insisted on being the best man, who hummed of cologne and hairspray, when my phone rang and my heart immediately felt warm and started palpitating. 

MEREDITH'S POV

Waking up next to someone who wasn't Derek, hadn't happened in a while and was a feeling I didn't enjoy. Although Cristina was sprawled across me, devouring the bed with her body, it wasn't Derek's arms cocooning me or his hair tickling my cheek. Cristina was enough company though, the only problem being, the sun woke me and I instantly did what I did every morning and cradled my stomach and slightly rubbed my hand up and down my torso. Cristina's face was a picture when I realised what I had actually done. She leant up, frowning at me, still half asleep so I wasn't really sure if she'd seen what I'd accidently done or not. 

'You nervous?' 

I played it off as cool as I could, thankfully having the duvet still covering me so that she couldn't make out the small stomach I had developed. 'Yea.' I just nervously laughed to her as a lie.' I wasn't nervous at all though, at least not to marry Derek. The nerves only kicked in when the realisation that everyone would be staring at me, and I would be centre of attention. That scared the life out of me most of all. 

I managed to keep the pregnancy under the umbrella, until we ran into a major problem. A problem that in that moment, I had no way to solve which only caused more problems. Hair and makeup had been completed and it was under an our until I would see the love of my life for the last time as his fiancé, when the entourage demanded I got into my dress. This stunning, almost ball gown style, which I hadn't initially gone for and didn't particularly ever see myself walking down the aisle in, was the only option that would allow for the baby to remain mine and Derek's secret. It was satin ball gown, with small spaghetti straps  and a v neckline and a zip up the back to fasten it. My stomach wasn't particularly large but from with the petite, slim figure that everyone knew I had, it was completely obvious that I was pregnant if I stood there in a fitted dress. 

*photo of the dress below

I was in a room on my own as everyone else awaited my appearance form outside, including Cristina, until the mishap occurred and with pure panic in my voice I yelled for Cristina. There was no way to hide this now, and no way to fix to problem either. 

'You're not allowed to mention this to anyone yet, not until we've found a solution. Understood?' Is stated in a strong, strict, yet panicked tone. 

'What is it?' Cristina relied still stood behind me whilst I faced a full length mirror watching her reaction. I dropped the dress and stood in my bra and underwear, looked up from the floor, back into the mirror and saw nothing but confusion across her face. 

'The dress doesn't fit.' 

'What do you mean the dress doesn't fit?' She still hadn't realised what I was initiating until I turned around to face her.

'I got a dress that would cover this so people didn't have to find out and no it won't close around me.' 

A tear quickly appeared in her waterline and she looked at me with pure joy in her eyes and whopping big smile appeared across her cheeks. 

'You're pregnant?'

'12 weeks yesterday.' 

'Meredith.'

We stood in silence, Cristina still in tears and smiling, then me with the look of the fear of god in my eyes. She quickly embraced me in a temporary hug, then stepped back once we had enjoyed the rare moment together. 

'Ok. Pull the dress back up. We're gonna get it to shut.' 

'Cristina. I don't have a dress to wear to my own wedding. I can't get married in nothing.' 

*MEREDITH'S DRESS