If Im Not In Love

2

Three years. It had gone so fast, like so many had said it would. It was funny sometimes, that she and Brad had been married for so long. They had been through so much, but things were good. Or they were rough but things would be okay. It had been six months since her miscarriage and Meredith was convinced that after two years of trying, this would happen for them. Brad had wanted it since they had started dating. But then on their one year anniversary, he had come home and asked her for a baby. Meredith had hesitated, it was what she did but the idea of giving Brad something like that seemed amazing and through the trying, Meredith found herself wanting that baby more then anything. Then the tragedy had happened. She had gotten sick, really sick and things changed. But they would be okay. They were trying again, and if it were up to her it was going to work.

As she sat in the doctors office, waiting for her husband, Meredith opened a pamphlet. It was a new doctor, they had met just the month before and he had promised them both in his office that day that one month from then, he would run every test possible and he would help them get that baby. So Meredith wasn't scared, she just wanted her husband to get here. Brad was always late, even more late then she was usually.

It hadn't been easy to go through everything, so she understood his distance. She would tell herself that he just needed space and they would be fine. She knew they would be. With great friends and their marriage, they would bring a baby into this world. It was crazy, this wasn't Meredith. Sometimes she wondered where that tequila, dancing and slightly out of touch girl was. That girl was there,
but that girl was married now.

"Hmm." She closed the pamphlet, looking around at the waiting room. The walls were covered with success stories and beautiful babies. Christina would kill her. Like really kill her and find a new person to drag her body across the floor with. As sick as that sounded. But this was what she wanted. Brad wanted it so this was what she wanted.

A few minutes later, the door to the office opened the Bradley rushed in, his face flushed from trying to make to the appointment. He walked in and quicky pressed a kiss on Meredith's cheek before sitting down next to her. "Sorry I'm late babe."

"Oh hey." She smiled, setting the pamphlet on her lap. She still hated being called babe or baby. It was weird but she could live with it. "How was work?"

"Oh god...I don't want to talk about it." Bradley groaned, leaning his head back against the wall.

"Oh um....want me to make it better later?" She asked, leaning forward to kiss his lips.

"I have to go back later."

"Oh." She frowned, her shoulders slouching slightly.

"I'm sorry." He replied, taking off his coat. "This case is just..."

"It's okay...I'll be at home."

"I shouldn't be too late."

"Take your time." Meredith yawned, reminding her that she had gone to work before the sun was out.

"How long is this going to take?" Bradley asked, looking around the small office.

"Hour...hour and a half."

"Great." He groaned.

"So do I but..." Meredith stopped, looking at the collar of his white dress shirt. There was a shade of pink...or maybe red that stood up. "Who kissed your shirt?"

"What?" Brad frowned, putting his hand on his collar, covering up the lipstick mark.

"You have lipstick on your shirt..." She whispered.