On My Way

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Meredith's POV
I just got to the bar when I saw Hayes and walked up to him.
- Hey, I'm Here
- Glad you could make it
- Of course, so how are you? I haven't spoken to you in a while.
- I'm good. You know I'm doing the best I can with my kids and trying to be there for them as much as I can but it's hard without my wife.
- I know exactly how you feel. But I didn't do it all on my own I had my sisters and Alex by my side so....
- Yeah I understand, the kids have their aunt but she's busy too.
- It gets better you just need to be strong.

Hanging out at the bar with Hayes as awkward as I thought it was going to be we were just talking about the things that we usually talk about, our deceased spouses.

Andrew POV

My shift just ended and I plan to get some flowers for Meredith and to go to her house to apologize. But before I do that I need to go home and change. The thought of getting Meredith back lingered in my head. The things about our relationship that I took for granted or that I didn't even realize. I miss our stolen glances in the hospital or how she would constantly remind me about the "rules". I miss waking up next to her and eating ice cream together at night. Although there are many things that we need to discuss about "Us". There was one thing that is certain and thats that Meredith Grey is the love of my life and I can't lose her.

Meredith's POV

The outing was going quite well, after a couple of shots of tequila I was starting to feel a bit tiddly. And by Cormac's face you, I know he noticed. But the night out was officially coming to an end."Well it was great going out with you Hayes thank you for the invitation but I better get going" I say taking my last sip from one of the many drinks I ordered that night.

- Why don't you let me drive you? he asks me

-It's ok I'm fine thank you though- I say as I realize that this wasn't just drinking with a friend to Hayes

As I walk out I feel like im forgetting something but I don't think about it twice and leave. On my way home all I could think about is how much I would have rathered spent my night with Andrew.

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