Chapter 4 - Uh-oh.

"Don't you dare touch a single hair on Mark's head, Eric Sloan!"

"Awww, c'mon, Meri Berry. Just one?" Eric's voice came from the other end of the line.

"I'm never gonna talk to you again if you do," Meredith threatened. She made her way through the staircase of the hospital. Mark left Seattle a few hours earlier and Eric was going to pick-up Mark from the airport in New York. Eric called Meredith a few minutes earlier to tell her that he's in the airport about to pick-up her beloved husband. Eric made it clear that he was still angry at Mark for not telling him that the two got back together.

"Fine," Eric muttered.

"Are you pouting?"

"No."

"You are pouting."

"No, Meri Berry, I'm not pouting. I'm sad. That's what I am. Sad," Eric spoke. "Oh, I see him! He's here."

"Let me talk to him," Meredith ordered.

"No." he stubbornly said.

"Eric..."

"Fine," Eric gave in though Meredith knew he was still pouting.

After a few seconds, Meredith heard a few mumbled words and a bit of a struggle over the phone.

"Mark?"

"Hey, baby," Mark's voice came from the other end.

"Did you fly alright?"

"Slept through most of it," he replied. "What were you and Eric talking about?"

"Him wanting to hit you and me stopping him from doing it," she said with a smile.

"You're always my knight in shining armor, you know that, right baby?"

"You'll be lost without me, Sloan," she teased.

"So lost, baby, so lost…"

"I gotta go," Meredith finally reached her floor and neared her patient's room. "Call me if Eric even touches a single hair of yours, okay?"

"Love you, Sloan," Mark chuckled.

"Love you more," Meredith responded.

Meredith reached her floor and she entered the hallway. She pocketed her phone and winced at the pain that has been bothering her since this early morning.

"Ugh," she grimaced, walking over to where Christina was standing near one of the patient room.

"What's wrong with you?" Christina looked at her curiously. "Missing McSteamy already?"

"I think I'm developing an ulcer," she groaned, holding on to her stomach. She suddenly felt the need to vomit so she ran towards the bathroom which was thankfully nearby and dove straight into one of the stalls.

"Oh god, this is bad," she muttered after flushing down all of her stomach's content.

"Are you pregnant?" Christina stood outside the stall.

Meredith swung the stall door open and looked at Christina worriedly. "I hope not."

"You hope not!?"

"I can't. This can't," she shook her head.

"You slept with him!" Christina spoke loudly, pointing a finger at her.

"What?"

"McDreamy! You're feeling guilty cos' it might be his!"

"Of course I slept with him, Christina, but that was almost a month ago! Oh god," she looked up in horror. "What if it's his?"

"Well go take a test! And see if there's actually an it that we should be talking about!"

"I don't want to," Meredith shook her head.

"I'll go snag you one from the pharmacy," Christina didn't even give her a second to protest as she stormed out of the bathroom.

"Christina!" Meredith called after her friend but she was already long gone.

-

"Dr. Yang," Derek greeted Christina as he took the spot next to her on the pharmacy counter.

"Dr. Shepherd," Christina checked to see if the pharmacist was coming. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, as a doctor, I do have the right to be in a pharmacy to fill out a prescription," Derek smirked.

"Dr. Yang," the pharmacist. "We're all out."

"That's alright," Christina almost sighed in relief, not wanting Derek to find out what she was there to do. "I'll just buy one outside."

"What was she looking for?"

"Pregnancy kit," the pharmacist replied as she went to go search Derek's prescription.

Derek's eyebrow hiked an inch as he watched Christina scurry off towards the nearby bathroom.

-

"I'm telling you," Meredith whispered quietly to Christina as they stepped out the bathroom. "I'm not!"

"You'd better take the test soon," Christina told her sternly. "Then we could stop this arguing!"

Derek Shepherd heard everything. It was Meredith who needed the test. Everything in his mind went click, click, click. Everything pieced itself together and he couldn't help but think of the possibilities...

"Meredith," he called out.

Meredith and Christina both stopped in their tracks and turned around to face him. Meredith looked like she was a deer caught in the headlights as she stammered. "W-what?"

"May I have a word?" he asked.

Christina looked at Meredith and then at Derek. After a curt nod from Meredith, Christina finally left the two alone.

"Hmm?" Meredith asked, looking at Derek.

"If you are pregnant, there is a possibility that the baby is mine!" Derek told her.

"What?" Meredith narrowed her eyes. "Seriously!?"

"Think about it!"

"It is not your baby!" she protested loudly. It was a good thing no one was around to hear their small discussion.

"How are you certain?"

"Cos' I am NOT pregnant!"

"Did you take the test?" he prodded.

"No! Not yet!"

"And if you did take the test and it were positive, will you be 100 percent sure that the child is Mark's?" he asked calmly.

Meredith thought about it for a few seconds before finally shaking her head.

It was true.

She wasn't sure.

There was a chance that the baby is Derek's.

And if it was…

Where would that put her and Mark again?


Uh-oh. What does this mean?

I know it's been months (again...). But you have to bear with me, please. I've been BUSY. REALLY BUSY.

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