Ever The Same

15

She was fine. Absolutely fine. There were a few last results to get back, but her doctor had told her everything thus far looked great. Even the early results for her blood test looked good. There was no reason why she couldn't get pregnant as now and she wasn't pregnant. But she had been told she looked good. Everything was clear and if nothing had changed after a year of trying, the doctor would look further into it.

But with the good news, Meredith felt nothing but doubt. She felt scared, tired and wanted nothing more then to lock herself in the bedroom, and leave trying outside. She still wasn't pregnant. Derek swore it would happen soon and they weren't pregnant. Which sucked because as she pulled into her driveway, she wanted to avoid her husband. She was hoping maybe he was busy and wouldn't hear her open the door.

He couldn't hear, because right now she didn't want her husband. She didn't want to try, she wanted to know why the hell she wasn't pregnant yet. Not that she had to worry, because apparently their were no problems. She was completely healthy. Stupidly okay and she still wasn't pregnant. So she just had to creep quietly into the house, she needed to not face her husband who would want to know if everything was okay. He'd probably then get excited and unlike her he'd want to have sex, in hopes that this time would be the time. He thought everytime would be the time.

"Hey...You're home." Derek smiled, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of soda.

"Yeah...I'm home." She breathed, He'd heard her, so the sneaking in plan had gone to crap. Which was fine, she just needed to get away. "I'm going upstairs....bye."

"Mer...Wait...What happened?"

"Nothing happened...." She replied, moving her hand on the banister as she began to walk onto the first step.

"Nothing...What did the doctor say?" He asked putting his drink down and walking to the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm fine...everything looks clear and from the looks of it I am fertile!" Meredith shouted, walking down the hall, leaving him at the bottom of the stairs until he heard the bedroom door slam, followed by the sound of a lock.

"You're...okay." Derek breathed, standing at the bottom of the stairs. He wasn't sure why she was upset. Except she was. She had just told him that the doctor said everything was fine except she had stormed up the stairs and slammed the door.

"Meredith..." Derek whispered, lightly knocking on the bedroom door that she had locked.

"Busy!"

"Can I please come in?"

"I said I was busy!"

"Mer...Please let me in."

"Busy!" She shouted, tossing something at the door.

"Fine." Derek sighed. "I'll be downstairs when you're ready to talk to me."

"Not talking...busy!"

"I'll be downstairs." He repeated, walking away from the door. This was supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be happy and not worrying now that Meredith's doctor had told her everything was okay. She could stop saying that she was a dud and they could keep trying without worrying. But the complete opposite was happening.

She wouldn't even open the bedroom door for him, let alone talk to him. And now Derek's mind was beginning to fill with doubts about why they couldn't get pregnant if everything was okay. It left him thinking there was something wrong with him as he sat back down on the sofa, running his hand through his hair as he waited and hoped his wife would come down and talk to him.