Keeping up with McFamily

Home Pt2

The following morning, Derek rolled over in bed and reached out for his wife; he was used to wake up with her cuddled against his chest, their legs intertwined. Instead, that morning he had found just cold sheets. He grumbled and opened his eyes, immediately surprised as he heard rumors coming from the kitchen. Rumors of cooking. This was definitely strange: nobody cooked in that house but him. Ellis was completely clueless, exactly like her mother; Zola was always busy writing, even if sometimes she tried to cook with him. And Bailey... not exactly his thing.

Derek reached for a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and climbed out of bed, determined to find where his wife were hiding and who was cooking. But when he reached the kitchen, he was greeted by a sight he hadn't saw in almost ten years, when Meredith had tried to cook eggs for her sister, Lexie, and had put avocado left-overs in the omelette.

Meredith was wearing the shirt he had wore the day before, and that she had ripped off his body at some point, the night before, her legs bare and skinny, her hair up in a messed bun. She was struggling with some stoves and she looked exactly like she had never done it before. And he didn't know if he was more tuned on or more amused.

"Mer?" he asked, approaching his wife.

"Hey," she breathed, not turning around. "Uhm, this is crap".

Derek embraced her waist and gaze from behind her shoulder to whichever she was cooking.

"No, it doesn't seem edible," he commented. He kissed her neck sweetly, breathing deeply in her scent. "And what are you trying to do? I think I remember a time when you told me you weren't trying to cook anything, anymore"

"Yeah, now I remember why I did promise you that!" she replied, frustrated, and threw away the spoon she had been held. "It's official, I can't"

"Mer, I love you but it had been official for years, now," he laughed, reaching for the spoon to see if he can rescue some of her... work. "You have always had people cooking for you, and this is the reason"

"Someone will wonder how I raised three kids," she pouted, raising her tiny body on the counter.

Derek threw away whatever Meredith had try to cook and start to get everything ready to cook his wife's favorite breakfast, eggs, bacon and sausages. Well, it was one of his many conquests of the years. Waking his wife with sex and a good breakfast on Sunday and holidays had managed to let her drop her habit of grilled cheese of pizza's leftovers.

"You managed because you have a great and sexy husband who can cook," he replied, grinning at her. She looked so hot sitting like that, her still incredible legs showing off his shirt. He should maybe suggest to her to go putting something on before he ravished her all over again with the risk of being caught by one of the kids.

"Not really in the mood to fill you ego, right now," she complained, still pouting. He went to her, making room for himself between her knees and kissing her bare collarbone.

"I don't care that you can't cook" Derek told her. "You are beautiful and kind, kind-hearted and funny. You give me great sex, which is a really big point, and you constantly shower me and the kids with love. I couldn't have asked for anything better"

"I love you," she murmured looking deeply into his blue eyes, saying the words for the millionth times in her life, but feeling her heart squeezing in her chest like the first one. Saying I love you to Derek had turn a girl afraid of commitments in a wife and mother of three, but every time she said the words she felt exactly like the first time in the OR, asking him to pick her, to choose her, to love her.

To show her that forever, for her, was actually possible.

"I love you too, so much," he breathed back, claiming her mouth with his, gently slipping his tongue between her soft, plump red lips.

"Ew!" Bailey exclaimed, his voice suddenly mixing with the girls'.

"Oh God, they know no limits!" Zola breathed, thrusting her hands in the air.

"Sorry, guys," Derek laughed breathlessly, helping Meredith to climb off the kitchen counter.

"Mom, please, go get dressed," Bailey said again, trying to fix his gaze away from his mother's legs.

"Sorry, sweetie, going," Meredith assured, embarrassed as hell, but when she moved to the bedroom and Derek made a move to follow her, both three kids exclaimed: "No, dad! You stay here!"
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The phone buzzing on the counter made him turn his gaze from Meredith, laughing with her sisters. It was probably a text message, and he usually didn't bother to read text messages when he was home with his family. Anyway, he reached with his hand and took the phone, unlocking the screen. His eyes grew in confusion when he saw who had texted him: Addison.

Derek hadn't thought about Addison in a long time. She was living in Los Angeles, and she was married with a kid. He knew she was happy, and he was content with that. They had exchanged a few emails through the years, telling each other how things were going, sharing the good news and sometimes even pictures of the kids. The last email he had gotten from her had been the year before, she was saying that her friend Charlotte was switching from Chief of Surgery at St. Ambrose to private practice to have more times for her... four? kids. So, Addison had taken the job. At almost fifty years old, Addison had a happy marriage, a child and a great job. She was happy.

Derek looked back at Meredith. She was sitting at the kitchen island, and she was perfect. She was beautiful, and hotter than when she was thirty, stealing carrots that Maggie was trying to cut for the salad. They were laughing and joking, while Amelia tried to check on the soup. His sister can't cook. Neither could Meredith. Hell, Meredith would probably burn down the entire house by just trying to make toasts. The only one who had cooking skills were Maggie.

Their kids - their three, beautiful, happy and smart kids were on the couch watching a marathon of The Big Bang Theory with Owen, passing each other a bowl of pop-corns.

He was not happy. He was happier that he could have ever imagined.

Derek opened the text message from Addison: Happy Thanksgiving, Derek! Hope everything is ok in Seattle. During festivity I feel the need to check on you... I'm happier than ever, I hope you are, too. - Addie.

Attached to the text, a pic: Addison - the same beautiful face, with perfect make-up on, a white sweater and her hair up in a bun - was snuggling with a man, who Derek knew was Jake, her husband, and a boy. Their looked content and happy. He snapped two pics - one of Meredith, laughing with the sisters, and the other one of the kids and Owen, and sent them to her with a few words: Life's totally good. He hit "send" and went to the kitchen island to wrap his arms around Meredith's waist and bury his nose in her hair.

Life wasn't good, with Meredith Grey. It was better.
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This is the last part of the story, hope you enjoyed❤️  hopefully i can update soon🤞🏾
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