Merder mafia ✔️

39

DEREK SHEPHERD

it was a few days later. Meredith is taking a nap upstairs in our bedroom while I sat on the couch holding Greyson. he was slowly falling asleep as I worked on my laptop.

Greyson fell asleep in my arm. I set my laptop onto the couch and stood up. I carried him over to the bassinet and laid him down. he adjusted himself a bit before falling back asleep.

I went downstairs and made breakfast. After I made breakfast I was about to go wake Meredith before I heard her coming down the stairs.

She walked into the kitchen still in her pajamas but her hair was brushed and she was holding Greyson.

"I fed him, burped him, and changed him but he still looks tired," she said walking into the kitchen as she held him to her chest.

"Do you think Greyson will be our last? I don't want more anytime soon, but do you think he will be out last in a few years?" I asked kissing her on the head and Greyson.

"Another baby? You want another baby?" She breathed crossing her arms over her chest.

"Not now... but one day" I told her before turning away to get the table ready.

MEREDITH GREY

he turns away to set the table. I stood there stunned for a few seconds before I turn around and walk into the living room. I go to lay Greyson down in the bassinet before I go over to my phone that was charging on the table next to the couch.

I find Cristina's contact before calling her.

the phone rang a few times before she answered.

"Hey, Mer," she said. "I've been meaning to come to see you but Owen said that it would be best to give you some space" she added.

"Derek just asked me if I want more kids" I whispered before walking further down the hall so Derek couldn't hear anything I was saying.

" he what? didn't you two like just have Greyson?" she said into the phone a bit surprised.

"yea, he's only three months old and he's already thinking about having another" I replied.

"what did you say?"

"I was surprised so I asked if he wanted another baby and he said that he doesn't want another one now but he would one day"

"do you want another kid one day?"

"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it. I just thought that if we were going to have another kid that it would just happen like with Greyson. we didn't plan him but we're happy we have him"

"so... if you were to have another kid you would want it to be an accident?" she asked a bit confused.

"not really an accident, not planned but not not planned"

"that's confusing"

"We don't use protection so we're not trying but we're not not trying. I don't care if I get pregnant, I'm okay with just having Greyson but I'd also be okay with having another kid"

"ohhhh, so you don't really care how many kids you have"

"exactly, I fine with one but I think two would be fun as well"

"kids aren't fun but whatever helps you sleep at night because it's definitely not that kid." she said. I giggled.

"does Owen want kids?" I asked her.

"I think so. he asked me if I wanted kids I said I wasn't sure because I wanted to see what he was going to say"

"what did he say?"

"he said he wanted eight!"

"well... he was kidding, right?"

"I thought so but when I looked him in the eye he was serious"

"he wants eight kids?!"

"who wants eight kids?" Derek asked from behind me.

"shh," I told him.

"yea, he wants eight kids and he still doesn't know that I don't want any"

"are you going to tell him?"

"No, I just told him that I wanted to wait a few years before marriage"

"so your just going to tell him in a few years until he catches on?"

"yea, is that bad?"

"I don't know, do whatever you want, it's Owen he'll do anything you tell him"

"I don't know why he even does that it's like he's scared of me or something"

"he does that because he knows you're out of his league"

"I suppose"

"well, I have to go because I can feel Derek starring at the back of my head, I'll call you later?"

"yea, we'll talk later," she said before hanging up the phone.

I placed the phone back on the table next to the couch. I turned around where Derek was still starring at me. "what are you looking at?" I asked him.

"was that Cristina?" he asked before going over to Greyson.

"yea, did you tell Owen to tell Cristina that it would be best to give me some space when I got back from... the basement?"

"yea, I thought you would want some space" I answered laying Greyson on his chest.

"why would you tell her that?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"because that's what I thought you needed"

"you should have asked me before assuming what I needed. I love you Derek but sometimes talking to isn't what I need sometimes I need to talk to a woman. Cristina understands these kinds of things because she's a woman, I don't want you telling me what I need" I told him before going upstairs to change.