If Im Not In Love

8

For the first time in a few weeks, Meredith was really laughing. It had been a month since her talk with Derek in the cafeteria and it wasn't that things had gotten better. They had slightly, Brad had actually found the time to have a quickie the other morning, he had made a visit to the hospital to see her. Things were slightly better and even though the fighting and distance was obiviously there she was enjoying her night with her best friend. "Veggie Pizza?"

"I'm sick of that." Cristina groaned, tossing a magazine to the side, sitting on the couch in Meredith's living room.

"Tacos?" Meredith flipped through the basket of take out menus.

"No."

"Fish tacos?"

"Seriously?"

"Or not." Meredith groaned.

"The hospital cafeteria has turned me off of everything." Cristina groaned, grabbing a stack of menus and flipping through them.

"So is seafood out all together?"

"Yes."

"What about salads?"

"Too healthy."

"We could just eat ice cream all night. Ben for me...Jerry for you."

"Meatballs."

"No." Meredith scrunched her nose, as she flipped through the basket.

"You don't want spaghetti and meatballs?"

"No but I could get pesto chicken pasta from that place down the road."

"What's the number?" Cristina reached for the phone.

"I don't know." Meredith flipped through the basket. "I don't have the menu in here."

"What's it called?"

"Antonia's or Cap...I think Bradley has the menu in his office." Meredith sighed, leaning to sit the basket on the coffee table. "He ordered it the last time he worked from home."

"When was that? A decade ago?" Cristina rolled her eyes, standing up from the couch.

"Come on." Meredith rolled her eyes, adjusting her long sweater as they walked to the back of the house.

"Where would it be?"

"Either by the computer or the shelf behind the computer." Meredith said, opening the door the office and flipping on one of the lights.

"He's a neat freak." Cristina laughed, shaking her head as they walked into the tidy office.

"I know." Meredith giggled. Bradley was a neat freak. He had always promised to get her to be the same, but he had failed. That idea alone made her smile. Meredith walked to the shelf behind the desk, as she began to thumb through a few advertisements. "It's around here somewhere. It shouldn't be buried to deep."

"Damn!" Cristina gasped, as she pulled open one of the desk drawers.

"I should add that even he has a junk drawer."

"No...not that."

"Then what?" Meredith giggled, straightening a picture of them on their honeymoon that sat over another book.

"You two must be really busy...baby making."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I didn't know you guys went to a hotel last week."