As You Are

Sympathy for the devil

A/n: so this bitch is back to work and school and I hate it all and if it were up to me I'd just stay home and write all day 🙃🙃🙃 but I have a day off so get ready! Also I've got two more meradd fics in the making rn, i just have to stop being lazy and actually make the covers lmao. Anyway as usual I appreciate each and every one of you! Thank you for reading, voting, commenting and supporting me! Love Daisy❤️

Meredith's POV:

Present time

"So that's that" Addie sighs, folding her hands together as she finished telling me everything that had happened when she left Derek.

It was the next morning, we'd woken up and pillow talk had led to the story of her divorce. I could see the relief in her eyes just talking about it, and it made me happy knowing she finally left Derek and decided to live her truth.

After all, life is short. We all deserve to live a little.

It was a wild story, definitely a lot t digest, and as I sat on my side of the bed, jaw all but on the floor, I tried to focus on what I was supposed to say. Did I say sorry? After all, they were married for ten years. But I wasn't sorry, no, I was overjoyed, and I couldn't lie to her.

"I'm happy you left him" I say slowly, trying to navigate what to say without sounding insensitive "but I feel bad for him. He's not a bad man, he's just not the man for you" I reason, and Addie rolls her eyes with a small smirk settling on her dainty lips.

"I know he's not a bad man, Meredith. But I don't feel bad for following my heart" she says honestly, and I know that she's been through so much shit with Derek in the past few years that it's probably hard to feel bad for him.

"You cannot be feeling sympathy for the devil right now, Meredith Grey" Addison says jokingly, feigning a dramatic look of shock "men are the enemy. Don't you know that us lesbians hate them?"

"Noted. Don't side with the enemy" I laugh "but Addie, come on, you gotta admit he's had a pretty tough couple days" I defend jokingly. Truthfully I knew Derek wasn't a bad man; he didn't deserve half the shit he got.

But then again, neither did Addie.

"How has he had a rough couple of days? I don't think washing your own laundry classifies as torture" she shoots back, and I snort.

"I stole the dudes wife. That's kinda tough" I tell her, and she tilts her head back and laughs. "There's no one like you, Addie. You're one of a kind, and he's going to realize it was his loss and my gain" I hum, running the tips of my fingers down her shoulder and arm.

"I fell in love with you. That doesn't count as stealing someone's wife" She smiles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Even worse. Emotions" I gasp dramatically, and she playfully swats my arm as I try to dodge the, albeit, rather harmless little smack (pat?) with a mischievous grin.

"You didn't steal me. You captivated me, entranced me, enthralled me" She says dramatically "you're so romantic and very persistent, not to mention gorgeous, how could I resist?" She blinks up at me with a grin, and I laugh.

"Okay, okay. I get it, you call me Casanova for a reason" I chuckle along with her, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of her head. "Promise me something though?"

She looks up at me, slightly concerned but not worried. "Anything"

And for the first time in my life, I know without a doubt she means it. Whatever I say, it won't change a thing.