Meredith’s eyes closed as his lips met her skin for the second time. As he leaned back, she scooted closer to him and rest her head upon his shoulder, her head turned into his neck. “We could, uhm, make another appointment with the OB soon. Just…in case.”
Derek leant his head down on hers, content with his hand gently pressed against her stomach, not wanting to move it, feeling very close to their baby. “In case?” Derek questioned, raising his eyebrows, “We can do that.”
“Oh I’m not too thrilled about it either,” Meredith added with raised brows. She’d known pregnancy was hard work, but man, was she finding out exactly how hard it was. If she wasn’t a surgical junkie who cared about her career, she’d have stayed home all day in bed, eating potato chips.
“Mm, so you’re going to let Mommy eat some fruit and vegetables, more healthy food, okay?” Derek pressed his lips to her stomach again. “And you’re going to be gentle with Mommy, because she has a very demanding job, and she doesn’t need to be so tired.” Derek said with a grin before looking up and Meredith and leaning back, keeping his hand on her belly.
“If you’re sure,” she smiled slightly at the feel of her husband’s lips against her skin. It was lovely to see Derek so happy. She swelled with pride as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, enjoying his smile. Seeing as she knew she’d probably miscarry, she decided she’d better enjoy it his happiness whilst she could. “Mm that would be nice,” she commented.
Derek put both his hands on Meredith’s stomach, thumbs rubbing circles as he smiled contently. In a few short months Meredith would be showing, and then they’d feel the baby kick, find out the gender, and then a few months after that they’d have a new born. The prospect was so incredibly exciting to Derek. “Did you hear that? Mommy agrees.” Derek laughed gently. “Let her eat properly, because between you and me Daddy’s not very pleased about her diet of potato chips and nothing else.”
“Do you want me to get you more ice?” she asked, concerned. As he spoke seemingly to her stomach, she couldn’t but let her head roll back and smile in…half amusement and half…well, she tried to stifle any other emotion. Her hand moved to his head, her fingers running through his jet black hair.
“No, no, I’m good.” Derek shook his head before looking down at her belly once more. He pressed his lips to her stomach, before pulling away so he could continue to talk to the baby. “I know you’re growing in there, and I know that takes a lot of energy, but I think your Mom would appreciate it if you’d stop making her feel so sick.” Derek said, grinning.
She smiles into the kiss. “Mm tired. You? How’s your face?” She leans back, her body relaxing.
“Good, a little sore, but healing I think.” Derek nodded with a smile. He placed a hand on Meredith’s belly before leaning down closer to it, “Are you making mommy tired?” He spoke gently to the baby, his palm flat against her lower stomach. He couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face.
Meredith climbed into bed, as exhausted as she was when she’d first woken up that morning. She cast a side glance at Derek. “Hi.”
Derek gave her a smile, closing his book and placing it on the side table. He leaned across cupping her face and giving her a kiss. “How are you feeling?”
Thank you. I’d appreciate it if you’d see her as soon as you’re next available.
If I shift some things around I can see her this week.