Remember for me

Chapter twenty eight:

"Did Dad actually punch him??" Bailey asked, amusement written all over his face.

"I don't think Dad would ever hit someone" Lexie said. It was hard for her to ever picture her kind and gentle father hitting someone.

"Oh Lex, I did" Derek smirked. He remembered hitting Mark, and found it quite funny.

"Hitting people isn't funny!" Lexie exclaimed. Always the peace keeper. That is one trait she definitely didn't pick up from either of her parents.

"Why not? He was being a douche. He deserved whatever Dad did" Ellie shrugged. Ellie was a team player, and revenge was what you had to do if a member of the team was kicked down. In this case, Meredith was the team player and Derek was avenging her.

"It's kinda romantic once you think of it" Zola said "punching your ex mistress's fiancé because he's a total jerk"

"Zola I'm worried about your idea of romantic" Ellie laughed.

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Meredith's POV:

Two weeks after the bar fight/Redhead incident, Mark and I were back on good terms. He told me he didn't do anything serious with her, and he was just too drunk to really focus.

I was mad, I was really freaking mad, but I moved on. I realized we all make mistakes, and I shouldn't hold some drunk kiss over him like a piano.

Besides, if I decided to back down at the wedding, lack of trust would be a decent excuse.

"We should find out the baby's gender!" Mark protested "just because Christina and Burke aren't finding out, doesn't mean we shouldn't! I'm painting the nursery next weekend and I don't know what colour, and don't say yellow. Yellow is a stupid colour"

I sighed and rubbed my round little belly. I was eighteen weeks, three days along. I didn't want to know the gender, but Mark did. And I had to say, he made a good argument.

"Alright fine!" I caved. We were folding baby blankets and towels and burp cloths, all of which were yellow. I was starting to get sick of the colour myself. "I'll get the OB to write it down on a piece of paper and we can have a baby gender reveal at the baby shower" I suggest.

"Isn't that one of those things where you colour the icing on the inside of the cake, and if it's pink its a girl and if it's blue it's a boy?" Mark was beyond confused. He got three pages into a baby book before I realized that babies weren't really his forte. He didn't even know what swaddling was. Or co-sleeping. Or anything else they don't teach you in med school.

"Right" I say "and you don't know the gender until the cake gets cut"

Mark groaned "so I won't know the gender until the shower?" He asked.

I nodded. "You'll just have to wait another four days"

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As it turns out, four days can pass in the blink of an eye. Soon, I was nineteen weeks pregnant and at my baby shower.

It was all so surreal, I almost needed to sit down.

Or pee. Because God knows my bladder can't hold anything these days.

Christina, Bailey and I decided to have a triple shower, just because it'd be easier. Everyone coming wasn't required to bring gifts, so we figured whatever we got we'd split three ways.

Christina, at a whopping twenty nine weeks, and Bailey at nearly twenty four, we both fat and miserable. Not unlike myself. Number one question pregnant people are asked is when they're due. Number two is always do you know the gender. And three is almost always what the baby's name is.

"So neither one of you are having a gender reveal?" I ask. Christina shakes her head and so does Bailey.

"I'm not finding out because Burke wants to. I'm going to wait until my kid comes out" Christina was sticking to her guns, even though I knew it was killing her not to know.

"I already know I'm having a boy. Why would I wanna make a big deal over something I already know?" Bailey grumped. She was hands down having the hardest time with pregnancy than any of us were. She was always sick and tired and cranky.

But Christina was hands down the fattest.

Christina couldn't tip the scale past 110 pounds soaking wet, which is why her belly looked so huge. She only gained baby weight, nothing else. No big thighs (a problem I was having) and no access water weight. She was a stick with a bowling ball glued to it. Her number four most asked question was 'is it twins?' (She'd always reply by saying if there were two, eBay would be selling babies)

"Come on! We're cutting the cake!" Mark announced. I smiled, and stood up. This was the moment I was anxious about. We finally get to know if the baby is little Ella, like planned, or a baby boy.

I held onto one of Marks hands, as he cut the cake with the other.

"It's official" Mark smiled, as he looked at the icing "baby Sloan-Grey is going to be a little boy"

A/n- as promised, here is the baby's gender! I kinda knew it was going to be a boy from the moment I started this story, I just didn't want to give it away quite yet!
BUT HOLY CRAP TEN COMMENTS ON ONE CHAPTER? I KNOW YOU GUYS DONT THINK ITS LOTS BUT TO ME IT IS!!!!

Thank you all so much for reading!!!

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~Daisy