The Prom Changed Our Life

Chapter 7

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Meredith had been on bedrest for nearly a week now and was surprisingly enjoying it. There wasn't much to do but she liked staying at home and resting and her favourite part was waiting for her boyfriend to get home and tell her about his day.

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It was one evening and Meredith was in the house alone as everyone else was at work. Meredith was super hungry and was craving strawberry ice-cream, her absolute favourite, however there was none left as she'd already ate it all. She didn't want to bother Derek by calling him to get her some more, so she went to the kitchen and attempted to make something herself. She opened up the cupboards which were basically empty. Meredith sighed and looked in the fridge to find a strawberry yogurt. She took it out the fridge and luckily it was in date, so she headed to the living room and ate the strawberry yogurt, it was the closest thing that she owned which tasted like strawberry ice-cream.

Once she had finished her yogurt, she turned on the TV downstairs and began to watch some of her mother's surgical tapes. She wrapped herself in Derek's blanket and sat in the corner of the couch. Meredith fell asleep halfway through her mother's surgical tapes but soon woke up after there was a knock on the front door. Yawning, she got up and headed to the front door to see an unexpected face.

"Susan?" Meredith mumbled under her breath.

Meredith unlocked the front door, "Susan what are you doing here?" she questioned, still not fully awake from her very short nap.

"I was just checking in on you because your father won't stop talking about you." Susan answered.

"For starters he's not my father, he's Thatcher, and why is he talking about me?" Meredith continued to question.

"He's not talking about you in a bad way Meredith, he's just saying that he misses you and he's just wondering how you were doing." Susan replied.

"Well, if he wonders how I'm doing why didn't he come himself, instead of you?" Meredith asked, wishing that she never answered the door in the first place.

"Meredith, we know he's not the talking type and he doesn't know exactly what to say to you." Susan sighed.

"You know what I'm not doing this right now so could you please leave." Meredith requested.

"Meredith, I want you and your father, I mean Thatcher, to get along, just give him a chance, I'm only trying to help." Susan explained.

"Susan, I appreciate that you are trying to help but I don't want to know Thatcher and if he wants to know me, he should have thought about it many years ago." Meredith snapped, shutting the front door and heading back in the living room.

Meredith turned off her mother's surgical tapes, grabbed Derek's blanket and ran upstairs. She went her and Derek's bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed and took deep breaths. She tried to stay calm so her blood pressure wouldn't go any higher.

After minutes of taking deep breaths, she heard the front door open. Meredith got up to see who it was. She stood on the stairs to see Derek locking up the front door. She rushed towards him and gave him a huge hug from behind.

Derek turned in her arms and hugged her back, "What's this for?" he wondered.

"I just missed you." Meredith replied with Derek still in her arms.

Derek carefully pulled Meredith away and looked into her eyes, "Meredith what's going on? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine why?" Meredith asked.

"You look like you're about to cry. Are you sure you're alright?" Derek questioned with concern.

"No, I'm not alright." Meredith got all worked up,
"Susan came over, Thatcher's new wife, and she kept saying how my father misses me and wants to get know me."