New Beginnings

Chapter 1

'If I could go back, I would change too much. I would have stayed in Boston if I had a choice. I would have made a life there, stayed with my original job at MassGen, but my mother just had to get sick. So of course, I had to come home. Back to Seattle, and apply at Seattle Grace, where my mother worked. And relive her life as an intern, and hope people wouldn't hate me for being inbred. Sorry for not introducing myself before. I'm Meredith Grey. Yes, I know. The daughter of the famous Ellis Grey. But wanna hear the truth? She didn't want me. Yes, I know what you're all thinking, then why did she have a child, why didn't she give her up for adoption, why do you still love her? I love her because she's the only family I really have, as for the others, I don't know the answers to.' I thought as I was pulled from a dream that was drowning my brain in sleep.

I wake up one morning, and look up at the ceiling. I sigh, before I hear some little person starting to wake up. I look to my left, and see Derek, sleeping peacefully beside me. I shake my head, bewildered at how he can sleep through this. I fall back into my fluffy pillow, and reluctantly role out of bed to go feed the little monster.

"Hey there, Zola, ready to go to school?" I ask her.

"Mer, is the coffee on yet?" I hear Derek say groggily through the french doors that lead into Zola's room.

"No, not yet. But you're welcome to put it on as I get her ready, or you can get me coffee once we get to work, and once Zola's at daycare."

"That will work better, because there is a slight problem."

"What's the problem," I ask, poking my head out the door.

"We don't have any more coffee left in the house."

"That is a slight problem. Coffee from the attending office I assume, or the cafè down the street?"

"Cafè. Better flavor."

I walk over to the closet, and pick out a pale pink tee-shirt, and a pair of light green leggings, and her favorite pair of sparkly ballet flats with the elastic strap over the top to keep them on. Pink, again, because that's Zola's favorite color. I slip the tee over her head, and pull the leggings up and around her thin spindly little legs, and gently tug on a pair of white socks over her wiggling feet and then fit her flats over. I stand her up, and walk her downstairs, and lift her into her booster seat at the table. I set out a plastic bowl, and a spoon, and two boxes of cereal.

"Momma, I want the one that you eat." I heard, as I started to turn away.

"Honey, I don't eat cereal. I eat sandwiches for breakfast." I say kindly.

"But, I thought samiches were for lunch." Zola says with a puzzled look on her face.

"They are, but there are also breakfast sandwiches. With bacon, eggs, cheese, tomato, sausage." I say kindly back.

As I go through the motions of getting Zola ready for school, I can't help but wonder why I feel a little under the weather today.

"Hey Derek," I say. "Can you tke Zola to school today? I'm not feeling-" I can't finish because, well, I rush off to the bathroom and puke into the toilet. Crap, what is wrong with me?! Wait, I must be pregnant...again. Why does this ALWAYS happen to me?!

I clean up, change my shirt to I don't smell like my regergetated breakfast, and head out to the car with Derek and Zola. As I settle into the front seat, Derek slightly turns his head to look at me with a concerned face. I shoot him a reassuring face back. Once we say our good-byes and drop Zola off at school, Derek turns the car back on, and we head out to the hospital, Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. Thankfully, we work in a hospital. I'll have to go to the pharmacy on my lunch break today.