Remember for me

Chapter thirty three:

"Aunt Christina seemed like she didn't really like dealing with babies" Lexie said aloud.

Everyone in the room agreed.

"Auntie Christina hated dealing with babies" Meredith confirmed.

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Meredith's POV:

I was at the hospital, waiting on the OB floor, when Mark showed up.

"Merry I'm so so sorry" he said, his eyes were wide and glassy. Not like I cared. He was a traitor, he didn't deserve to be heard.

"You used my baby sister, you tricked her into liking you, you basically manipulated her into kissing you!" I yelled, enraged.

"It still didn't give you the right to do what you did, Meredith!" Mark yelled, just as mad as I was. We were making a royal show, hell a Broadway production, in the middle of the waiting room of the damn OB floor. Pregnant woman, woman with babies, and woman who were just kinda there all stared at us like we had twenty heads.

"It gave me more of a right than what you had!" I screamed back. So what if what I did wasn't ethical? He kissed my baby sister for gods sakes!

"You kissed Derek! Meredith, you're engaged to me, you're having my baby and you kissed a man you used to love!" He yelled.

There it was. My horrible secret? My not so horrible secret? My semi horrible secret. Mark kissed Lexie and I got so mad, I tracked Derek down and I kissed him. To even the score, of course.

Sure, it wasn't mature and I shouldn't have done it, but he kissed my baby sister!

"We used to be engaged Mark, used to" I snapped, as i motioned to the ring finger, which held no ring. I threw it at his face the moment he tried to apologize. "And me kissing Derek isn't as bad as you tricking my sister into kissing you. You couldn't actually have a thing with her" I scoffed.

Mark just looked down at the ground, as I suddenly registered what I'd said. What it meant.

All the stolen looks and glances, all the secretive smiles and all the light hand brushes as they walked past each other. It all meant more than I thought it did, I bet it even meant more than Lexie and Mark thought it did.

Just as I was hopelessly in love with Derek, Mark was hopelessly in love with my sister.

The best bit?

I couldn't blame him anymore, I couldn't say it was his fault because Lexie is only a kid. I couldn't say that he tricked her or used some magic woo woo. Because Lexie loved Mark back, and she wasn't a kid. She wasn't my baby sister anymore. She knew what she was doing, and she knew what it meant.

"Oh god" I screamed. I sat down, my hand was over my mouth as silent tears dropped down my pale face. "You're in love with my sister" I said silently.

"And you're still in love with Derek" Mark confirmed, his voice just as sad as mine, if not even more sad. We sat in somber silence until my name was called to go to an exam room. I got up, like I was walking in slow motion, and went to the exam room with Mark in toe.

I sat down on the exam table, and pulled my shirt up to expose my round little baby bump. I sighed, thinking that what was wrong couldn't possibly get any worse.

I wasn't engaged anymore. My baby sister wasn't a baby anymore. My ex fiancé was in love with said sister. My baby would be raised in a broken home. And I didn't even want to think about the Derek and Rose the nasty scrub nurse situation.

It can't get much worse, right?

wrong. So very wrong.

Apparently it could get much, much worse than that.

The OB squeezed some cold jelly on my bump and began to look around. She frowned, then began to look around some more.

"Is your son a generally active little baby?" She asked, concern edging her voice.

I nodded "he never stops moving. It's like he's doing karate in there" I chuckle.

"When was the last time you felt a kick?" She asked again, still looking around inside my belly.

"Umm...." I thought for a moment "maybe before supper last night?" I say, unsure.

"So that was say, fifteen to twenty hours ago?"

I was annoyed "give or take. Why, what's going on?"

"Dr.Grey, Dr.Sloan, it is with a sincerely heavy heart that I inform you your baby has no heartbeat"

A/n- I hated writing this! It's so sad. And I hate sad chapters!!!

Ughhhh so sad.

I promise the crowen fic will be mostly happy.

And this story will end happy cuz I a sucker for happily ever after.

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~Daisy.