Merder mafia ✔️

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DEREK SHEPHERD

I woke up the next morning and looked to my side. Meredith was still asleep in my arms with her head tucked into my chest. I smiled a bit before kissing her on the head and carefully pulling out of her embrace.

I walked over to the closet and picked out something for her than for me. I brought the clothes over to the bed and set them down. I walked over to the other side of the bed. I gently shook her a few times until she woke up.

her eyes slowly fluttered open and looked at me. "morning" she mumbled before pushing her head into the pillow. "good morning" I smiled standing up and kissing her on the head. "are you ready to get dressed?" I pushed the hair out of her face.

"No, I'm tired" she whispered and turned over. "how's your leg feeling today?" I sat down on the side of the bed. "it still hurts a lot" she answered quietly. "Okay, how about you get dressed, and then we can go downstairs eat breakfast, and then you go see Greyson" I rubbed her back.

"can't I just go see Greyson instead?" she asked sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes. "No, you have to get dressed and eat breakfast, then you can go see Greyson." "fine" she sighed pulling the covers to her chest. "your clothes are right here, are you okay with wearing these?" I asked holding a pair of leggings and a long-sleeve dark blue t-shirt. she nodded her head.

I handed her clothes to her and then went over to the dresser and grabbed her a pair of underwear and a bra. I walked over to the bed and handed her the clothes. she looked at them a bit before she took them and then looked back down into her lap.

"aren't you going to get dressed?" I asked after a few seconds. she looked up at me. "can you turn around?" she asked quietly. "...yea" I turned around and waited for her to be finished putting on her clothes.

after a few minutes. "Okay...I'm done" she spoke. I turned around and saw that she was fully dressed. "Okay, now I have to get dressed" I smiled and went in to kiss her on the cheek but she moved out of the way and looked to the other side. I decided not to say anything about it.

I pulled back. I took off my sweatpants and then got dressed in my clothes. once I was finished putting on my clothes I moved back to her side of the bed and pulled the covers from her lap. "what are you doing?" she asked quickly when I pulled down the covers.

"We have to go eat breakfast," I told her and went to pull the covers back down. "No, I don't want to go downstairs" she replied. "don't you wanna eat breakfast?" I asked. "No, I'm not hungry" she whispered looking into her lap.

"you're always hungry in the morning" I sat down on the side of the bed. "well, I'm not hungry this morning" she laid down and pulled the covers over her. "Meredith, your eating breakfast... you have to it's the most important meal of the day," I told her. I put my arm under her knees and put my other arm around her back.

I picked her up and carried her out of the bedroom. "I'm not hungry, Derek," she mumbled into my neck. she wrapped her arms around my neck. "that's okay, you don't have to eat" I kissed her on the cheek. I carried her downstairs and into the kitchen. I set her down at the kitchen table.

I was about to walk away before she grabbed onto my arm. I stopped and turned to look at her. "don't go" she whispered with tears in her eyes. "Okay, I'll stay," I say down in the chair next to her. my mom was in the kitchen already making breakfast. she made two plates of food and set one in front of Meredith and then one In front of me.

I ate mine but Meredith only starred at the plate and moved the food around with the fork. "aren't you going to eat?" I asked. "I told you I'm not hungry, tell your mom I'm sorry," she said. she got up from her seat and left. "is Meredith okay?" my mother asked me from the kitchen.

"I don't think so, she's been different ever since we brought her home yesterday... I think more happened there than I know and I don't think she wants to talk about" I picked up the plates and brought them over to the sink.

"like what?" she asked. "I don't know, she won't talk about... but I also haven't really asked her about it so I think I'll do that. but when the times ready" I placed the dishes into the sink. I went into the living where Meredith was holding Greyson and my dad was on the other couch.

"he missed you a lot while you were gone," I said, sitting down next to her on the couch. she nodded her head. "do you want to try to feed him?" I whispered in her ear. she nodded a bit. she didn't do or say anything. "Meredith," I repeated. "can I go upstairs to feed him?" she asked looking at me.

"of course," I told her. she got up and went upstairs. it never bothered her to breastfeed in front of me, my mother, or even my father. she would usually just put a blanket over her and she would be fine.

I leaned back into the couch and sighed. "she won't be the same for a while" my father told me. "I knew that... but I didn't know how bad it would be... I thought it would be relieving when she got back. I'm glad she's okay... but she's not okay, her leg still looks terrible, she still has a bunch of cuts and bruises, and she won't talk about it, she won't even eat, she wouldn't even get dressed in front of me" my eyes started watering.

"maybe take her to a therapist" he suggested. "she would never do that, it's Meredith she won't let anyone help her because she thinks she can do it all on her own" I put my head into my hands. "she'll talk when she's ready," he said taking a sip from her coffee.

"How did this stuff never happen when you were leading the mafia?" "it did, your mom was kidnapped once," he said calmly. "and how did that go?" "she wouldn't even talk but she talked eventually and now she's fine" he shrugged.

"After I saw a therapist," my mother said after she came into the kitchen.

"I think I'll try talking to her first".