Deathly love

Chapter 8

Derek Shepherd

"Okay there isn't anything really wrong like pregnancy or anything that will have to be surgical she just is really really sick" Dr. Bailey explains to us.

"Okay" I say softly.

"Here is some medication and if she doesn't get better in the next two days come back in and we will do more extreme examinations" she smiles handing me the medication.

"Thank you" Meredith smiles at her weakly and she nods before leaving.

"Come on darling" I say and she tries to get up herself but she is too weak.

"Can you just carry me out?" she asks.

"Yes I can" I say picking her up and bringing her back out to the car.

We get back home and we go up to our room. I get her some ice cream and I cuddle with her. My baby is sick and now I never want to leave her side because she is hurting.

"Ice cream and medicine makes me feel better"she smiles at me.

"Well that's good" I chuckle.

"And your cuddles, you make me feel safe and loved" she mumbles before kissing my cheek.

"That's a really good thing" I say pulling her closer to me.

"I love you so so much" she whispers.

"I love you too baby" I say.

"I want to marry you and have all of your children and we will die together in each others arms when we are one hundred and ten years old" she grins brightly.

"One hundred and ten?" I ask.

"Yep" she nods.

"That's a big number isn't it?" I ask.

"No it's perfect" she says.

"Oh well if you say so then I believe it" I say.

"Good, want to paint me tomorrow?" she asks.

"If you are feeling better sure I'll paint you" I say rubbing her back.

"If I'm not feeling better you can paint me while I lay in bed then" she shrugs gently.

"Whatever you'd like love, whatever you'd like" I chuckle.

"I'm sleepy" she yawns.

"Then sleep baby, I'll be right here when you wake up" I whisper and she nods.

Soon enough her snores fill the room. I chuckle to myself and soon fall asleep as well.

When I wake up Meredith is still laying in my arms snoring away. She wakes up and she didn't try to get up to puke like she usually does. "How are you feeling my love?" I ask kissing her head.

"I feel better actually" she smiles against my chest.

"That's good" I smile.

"I actually want some food" she says.

"I would love to give you a feast but I can only give you some toast because you can still be sick and you need to heal yet" I say with a sigh.

"Okay" she pouts her lip trembling.

"Baby you know I would make you a good breakfast but I really can't" I sigh holding her tight.

"I know, I don't know why I am crying" she cries into my chest.

"You're period is coming Meredith your hormones are all over baby" I say.

"I know" she sniffles.

"Want me to make you some toast now?" I chuckle.

"Yes" she nods sadly.

I get up and go to make her toast. I come back to the room with the toast and she is sitting up in bed naked.

"Meredith" I say.

"It's hot in here" she says fanning herself with her hands.

"You don't say" I mutter setting her toast down on her night stand.

"Can you paint me now please?" she asks covering up her 'parts' with the sheets.

"Yes I will" I chuckle and I look for the painting stuff.

Once I get everything ready I sit down and start to analyze her so I know what to draw.

This is going to be a long day, but I love her so it's okay.

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