In my bones

Chapter 1

A/N: Hi guys. This is (clearly) my first time writing and publishing a story. I've read a lot of awesome stories on here and I thought I'd give it a shot. This fic takes place without any of the Covid situation happening, although I did realise that some timings don't make sense (those of you who are hockey fans might notice). Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as I had a lot of fun writing it, so please stick with it and give it a go :). I also hope to update every couple of days, but I can't make any promises. Although I can promise I'll try! Enough with my rambling, onto the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Grey's Anatomy. Not the characters, not the plot, not anything. But it would be pretty cool if I did.

Meredith Grey was exhausted, and it wasn't even 9 o'clock yet. She had surgery with Bailey in less than an hour that she could be crucified for if she was late, despite being a resident, it didn't make the wrath of 'The Nazi' any less. She was completely flustered because her son still wasn't ready, and she would have to break speed limits if she was going to be able to scrub in.

"Aiden! Get down here, I'm late for work and I need to take you to daycare," she called up the stairs. She heard the thumping of her 4-year-old son's feet rush down the stairs.

"Your breakfast is on the table, I only had time to get you cereal this morning."

"Awww. But I wanted pancakes," he pouted, his gleaming green eyes that could get him anything if he tried hard enough, stared up at her.

"I know you did sweetie, but we don't have time," she ruffled his blonde hair.

Aiden Grey was the best thing that had ever happened to her, the one-night stand that brought him into existence, not so much. She wanted Aiden to know his dad but after months of trying she had given up, he had yet to ask about his dad, but when the time came, she would tell him the truth. Well, maybe not the whole truth, that could wait until he was older.

He sat down at the table, his Philadelphia Flyers shirt pulled over his head and his shoes somehow already on. It was true that her son could be more organised that she was at times. And he was obsessed with ice-hockey. She wasn't quite sure where he had picked up the obsession from, but he already knew how to skate and was an avid watcher of the sport. Apparently, the Flyers rule all and it's either fly or die, whatever that meant. It confused her quite a bit, but it was her son's passion, and she loved that he had one at such an early age.

He almost inhaled his cereal, hopped off the stool, grabbed his backpack and marched towards the door. Meredith trailed after her son, locking the door behind her and walking swiftly towards her battered Jeep, her trusty friend!

She made it to the hospital fairly quickly, with a bit of speeding, but it didn't matter, she dropped him off at the hospital daycare and ran down to the resident's lounge. She got to surgery with enough time, on her way finding Lexie who was also scrubbing in, even as an intern, due to her photographic memory and her talented surgical skills. Meredith was used to Lexie by now, and she felt much more like a big sister than she had done when she'd first met her.

The surgery went well, and Meredith finished her shift early enough to pick up Aiden, she loved it when she got the time to do that. She hated that Aiden spent so much time with babysitters and at school long into the afternoon sometimes when a surgery ran late, but it was the best she could do.

She picked him up and took him back home.

"Mom?"

"Yeah sweetie?"

"Can we have pizza tonight? And can we watch the Flyers game, they're playing the Canucks so there's less time difference."

Meredith almost chuckled at his persistence, "Of course we can."