In my bones

chapter 2

By; summer543 on  fanfiction.net .I know this is a shorter update but it's just to keep you going until I get the next one ready. Which will hopefully be tomorrow. And I promise it's longer! But for now, enjoy! :)

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

Meredith was in a daze, she shouldn't be, she really shouldn't be, but she was. The rest of the day had been spent thinking about Derek Shepherd, and being with her son hadn't helped; in normal circumstances he was a Chatty Kathy about hockey anyway, but now it had been ramped up and kept going on and on about Derek freaking Shepherd, this really wasn't helping.

Aiden had eventually calmed down enough to fall asleep and she was relaxing on the sofa with a glass of wine, watching trashy TV. It still wasn't working. She almost gave up to go to bed, when her phone rang, "Speak of the devil," she muttered, picking it up.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi Meredith, it's Derek Shepherd, from earlier," he replied.

She smiled softly at his shyness, "Yeah, I remember."

"I'm sorry if this is a bit late, but we just got back to Philadelphia and I wanted to get you the tickets as soon as possible. The game is on the 9th, so exactly a week from now, but it's an away game at San Jose, I know it's still a long way to go but it's not as bad as coming here," he joked.

Meredith wasn't especially bothered about the distance, provided she could get the day off, but it sounded like she could, "Wait, did you say the 9th?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's just, that's Aiden's birthday. He'll be thrilled!"

"Seriously?! That's awesome, I'm glad I can give him a good birthday present, and I can get him some more tickets if he wants to bring his friends along."

"Really? You don't have to do that. You've done so much already."

"It's fine Mer," she smiled at him shortening her name, it sounded so natural coming from his mouth.

"You may be attacked by a very eager little 5-year-old on the 9th. Be warned," she giggled.

"I can handle it, all of my sisters have kids and I am apparently a baby whisperer, so I don't see why I can't be a kid whisperer."

"A baby whisperer, huh? How many sisters do you have?"

"A lot. Four. Completely drowned in oestrogen growing up."

"Oh I bet you were," she giggled again.

"Mark made up for it quite a bit with his manwhore antics, but we were still overthrown," he chuckled.

"Manwhore?" she laughed.

"Yeah. Always has been, but my mom tends to put him back into place. She kind of adopted him when we were five. I brought him home once and never looked back."

"That sounds like quite a story."

"Oh, believe me, I could have you sat there all-night listening to stories."

"Really? Tell me one," Meredith found herself saying, eager to find out more about the man who was both an ice-hockey player and a baby whisperer, it intrigued her. She wanted to find out more about Derek, and more about the attraction she was already feeling deep inside her.

Several hours later, they were still on the phone, Meredith being lulled to sleep by Derek's soothing voice, she didn't understand how he could be such a calming presence even over the phone, she barely even knew the man!