Breathe

Surgery Junkie

As a a warning, there are mentions of sexual content below. It is barely anything but I felt the need to be informative of the slightly M rating. Please enjoy the following chapter!

Chapter three | Surgery Junkie

"Stop it!" Meredith narrowed her eyes to slits. She was annoyed. Beyond annoyed. She had been overly frustrated before her husband stuck his head through the threshold of their bedroom and his presence had only made things worse. She doesn't think her feral hormones have much to do with her anger now because she's beginning to believe non-pregnant would be just as agitated.

Her boobs were enormous. Which in many women's cases wouldn't be a problem. Except her breasts were heavy and big and with the combination of hormones and sheer annoyance, Meredith didn't consider herself someone excited about this fact.

To make matters worse, Derek stood adjacent from her half nude frame with a prompt smirk stretched firm over his face. He was supposed to be consoling her. Doing the husband thing or whatever. Instead Derek was encouraging the growth in her bosom. In fact, he was making porny jokes about her new size and it only irritated Meredith further.

On a normal day, she wants to think maybe this wouldn't bother her so much. She might even be contemplating the dirty new things they could be exploring with her new breasts. Except things weren't normal. Not fine or good or okay. They were crap. Really freaking crappy.

Well, for Meredith at least.

In truth Meredith was taking her anger out on the pregnant boobs. She still wasn't cutting. It seemed like every single person involved with the shooting had been cleared to save lives but Meredith herself. And that was incredibly frustrating for her. Surgery was a great chunk of her livelihood. It felt as if Dr. Perkins was holding that want over her head and every time she jumped to grasp it, he held it higher.

So many times in the last two weeks since Derek had been back he requested she scrub in with him, only to remember she still wasn't on surgeon duty. One time she got so close to a scalpel, she physically made it into the OR. Dr. Perkins found her of course and requested she leave.

It was ridiculous. It felt like he knew about she asking Gary Clark to shoot her and was merely waiting until she fessed up. Meredith found that to be her own personal business though. Not even Derek was cognizant about it. What right did he have to poke and pry about something like that when clearly she was doing just fine.

"Stop what?" Her husband countered and cocked his raven head to the left. A sneaky smile quivered at his cheeks. He failed to keep his expression one of poker. With Derek's arms enveloped over his chest, he filed further into their bedroom.

Meredith only scowled. "Oh you know what." She prompted. "I'm seriously not in the mood for you to be making porny jokes about my giant boobs, Derek." Her eyes rolled.

"I thought pregnancy was supposed to make you want sex not deny it." Derek inclined.

"Not when my fucking breasts are the size of cantaloupes! Derek, what the hell am I going to do?"

His brow scrunched. Of course, he was a man. All men, even Derek, were unable to relate in a situation such as this. Men only saw boobs as perky lumps of joy they get to touch and play with. Men didn't understand that in reality, having boobs wasn't all that fun. Especially when you're pregnant and they grow two times the size they were.

"I don't... Meredith, you're pregnant." He finally sighed. "I'm not a woman but your breasts grow with pregnancy. All my sisters did." Meredith lifted her brow. "Not that I was looking at their boobs! I um, they told me that, I-I listened to them complain for months. Bottom line, your boobs swell. It's no big deal."