This takes place at the beginning of season 2. After Meredith found out about Derek wife and is trying to move on from him. But something comes up might change her life forever.
I've now named both babies. I finally have their first, middle, and last names picked out.
I wasn't sure if I wanted their last named to be Shepherd or grey but now I know i dont want it to be shepherd.
But even though I hate Derek at the moment he still is their father and I'd like them to have a piece of him.
I decided on a hyphenated last name Grey-Shepherd.
I dont plan to tell them much about their father unless they ask about him.
**1 weeks later**
Im finally able to leave the hospital. The twins have to stay in the hospital for a couple more weeks though.
But I wont be able to see them very often because im going to be on bed rest.
It would be a lot easier if a had someone to help me but I dont because Derek decided to stay with a woman who tries to murder the mother of his children.
**1 week later**
The twins can come home in a week from now and im really excited to have them home.
But the only thing is I need to move all our stuff into the new apartment before they come home.
I like my house, I do but izzie, George and Alex and I dont want to kick them out of the house because im having kids so im moving.
It'll still be my house I just wont live in it.
I already have some things moved in and Alex has also helped me with it.
But I can't do much moving because my scar is still healing and it still hurts a lot.
Im at the grocery store right now picking up some groceries for the new apartment.
I grab some cartons of milk and put them in the cart.
I grab some vegetables and put those in the cart. Im picking out lemons when I feel someone touch my arm.
I look to my right.
"Funny seeing you here again," I say.
"Hey! I didnt recognize you without the large stomach," he says.
"Yeah, it feels pretty different not having that large thing on me. It's weird standing so much closer to the table and having so much more space in my bed," I giggle.
"Two minutes in and already talking about bed?" He grins.
"Sorry, it didnt mean to come out that way," I blush.
"Hows the father? Is he more excited about them?" He asks. I stay quiet.
"Oh, sorry," he frowns.
"No, its fine." I say.
"He had a wife and she is now a psychopath who tried murdering me by punching me in the face, knocking me unconscious, cut me open and stole my babies," I say.
"She what?!" He says looking at me.
"Yeah, its a long story," I say.
"Has he met them?" He asks.
"Yes, he met them while I was dying in surgery but it wasnt really a meeting your kids kind of meeting, he handed them off to my friend who had to hide them in case his wife came back," I say.
"He told you all this?"
"No, my friend did," I say.
"So hes out of the picture?"
"Yes,"
"For how long has he been out of the picture?"
"Um, two almost three weeks,"
"Is it too soon for me to give you my number?"
"Depends, were you hoping the father of my children would leave me and my children,"
"No," he says.
"Then no, its not too soon," I smile. He smiles back.
