If Im Not In Love

38

It had been a long, long day. Derek had only one scheduled surgery for the day but there had been a major car accident a few blocks from the hospital and instead of getting to leave after his first surgery, he was there all day, and had no chance to see Meredith. After the barbeque with Mark and Lexie, they had barely seen each other and now Derek was just happy to finally be home at the same time as her.

"When did you get home?" Derek asked, finding her in the bedroom where she was folding towels from a basket on the bed.

"Hey." She smiled, looking up at him. "Two hours ago...Bailey sent me home."

"I wanted to call when I couldn't find you but...I didn't get a moment." He sighed, sitting next to the laundry basket.

"I just stopped at the store and thought I would do a load of laundry."

"Thank you."

"How was your day?" She asked, lifting a large bath towel out.

"I was in the OR for...I don't even know how long."

"Long day."

"I missed you."

"Yeah?" She breathed, pulling a pile of wash clothes out of the basket.

"Mmhmm..." He stood up, taking the towels from her hand and putting them back down before kissing her.

"Derek..." She giggled against his lips.

"Mmm...hi..."

"I put a load of clothes in the wash." She whispered. "I hope you don't care that I washed ours together..."

"Not at all..." He whispered against her lips.

"I've been cleaning."

"You can stop now."

I can?" She giggled, her hand lifting another towel.

"Yes..." Derek smiled, taking the towel from her hand again and putting in the basket.

"I'm glad you're here to tell me what I can and can't do." She rolled her eyes as she stepped to the dresser.

"I want you to myself now." He laughed, putting the basket on the floor.

"Oh I see." She replied, opening the top drawer to put a stack of her underwear in the drawer he had cleared for her.

"Come here..." He patted his lap.

"Wait."

"Why?" Derek laughed. "Come here."

"I'm putting stuff away."

"You look very domestic."

"I am not domestic." She rolled her eyes.

"You are right now."

"I'm trying to be a good houseguest."

"You're not a guest." Derek breathed.

"You know what I mean."

"Domestic."

"No..."

"Mer...Come here." He laughed.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes, closing the drawer.

"I missed you...I haven't seen you since...I don't know." Derek whispered, pulling her onto his lap.

"Since we left for work separately this morning."

"Feels like much longer."

"Oh alright."