If Im Not In Love

21

For the last few weeks, Derek had been cooking for two. Something that he was coming to enjoy. Tonight, Meredith need something to take her mind off of everything. The rumors at the hospital, and waiting for her husband to come home and this seemed like the perfect way. Meredith had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the hospital and Derek was in the kitchen, setting the table and making dinner. Hopefully this would distract her and make her feel better.

He made her favorite pasta, had taken some bread out of the freezer and made garlic bread with it and was just waiting for everything to be done. Meredith not only needed this, she deserved this. Someone to be there for her and take care of her and for right now, Derek was more than happy to be that person.

"Mmm...what smells so good?" Meredith walked into the kitchen, still rubbing her eyes. Her hair was all over the place, as he stomach was slightly exposed under the tight green t-shirt.

"Hey sleepy head." Derek laughed, turning around from the stove and walking over to her. "Did you have a good nap?"

"Mmm yeah. Must be the new sheets." She yawned.

"Of course." He chuckled, kissing her forehead. "I hope you're hungry."

"I could eat." She smiled, leaning into him.

"There's pasta and garlic bread. And...a bottle of wine."

"Sounds good."

"Why don't you go sit down?" He whispered.

"Kitchen table or living room?"

"Hmm...living room couch."

"Okay..." She smiled, scrunching her nose at him.

"I'll bring you a plate." He laughed, kissing her nose.

"Good boy." She winked, pulling away from him and walking into the other room. The whole downstairs smelled amazing.

"Yeah..." Derek laughed, smiling as she left the room and putting a plate of food together for her. He poured two glasses of wine and carried that and the plate into the living room where she was already comfortable on the couch.

"Thank you." She replied, taking her plate from his hand.

"You're very welcome."

"How long was I asleep?"

"A few hours." He replied, sitting down next to her with his glass of wine.

"Oh..." Meredith smiled weakly.

"I think you fell asleep about two minutes after we left the hospital." Derek laughed, taking a sip of his wine.

"I was pretty sore."

"Yeah...Sorry about that..."

"Not your fault."

"It was...a little bit." He smiled.

"I um...I forgive you." She giggled, before taking a bite of the pasta. "Mmm..."

"It's my mom's recipe....the sauce."

"I like it. It's really...good."

"The first time I tried to make it...It was bad." He laughed, looking at her as she took another bite.

"I remember the last time I tried to make sauce." Meredith giggled, as some of the sauce dripped on her chin.

"Oh gosh..." Derek laughed, reaching over and wiping the sauce off of her with his finger.