"Are you sure the older nieces and nephews are good with watching the other ones?" Meredith asked for what must have been the millionth time.

"Yes, Mer," I laughed softly. "They do it all the time."

"It's just…we're putting them pretty far away from their parents and I don't want any fights or messes or broken plates because if plates break the caterers will charge us and they're already charging us far too much considering there's not that many people there."

"It's outside. I don't think plates break if they fall on grass," I shrugged.

"They break if you throw them at people."

"My nieces and nephews don't throw plates at people," I frowned.

"They might," Meredith sighed, looking down at the table plan that sat on the floor in front of her. "Because I'm trying to plan the perfect day. Me. I'm trying to plan the perfect wedding day and things in my life aren't perfect. Nothing is ever going to be perfect in my life so trying to plan the perfect day is probably stupid, really stupid. So yes, the nieces and nephews are probably going to throw the plates."

"They won't."

"They could. Because we…I don't do perfect."

"This house is perfect," I pointed out.

Meredith sighed and her gaze shifted from the table plan to the large picture window at the other end of the room we stood in, the window that overlooked the amazing view of Seattle. She smiled slightly before shifting to look at me and the smile faded into a frown. "This house is perfect except for that paint color."

"What?" I frowned, looking at the wall I was busy painting blue.

The blue that Meredith had finally picked after standing in Home Depot for hours trying to decide what the perfect shade of blue to paint our bedroom in the house that would have been done weeks before if Meredith hadn't been so indecisive.

"It's too bright," she sighed, chewing slightly on her bottom lip.

"Mer, you said the last one was to dull."

"And this one is too bright."

"I think it looks good, Mer."

"Good," Meredith said slowly.

"Good is good."

"Good is…not it's all wrong," Meredith shook her head quickly, as she chewed more on her bottom lip, staring carefully at the wall. "It's all totally and completely wrong and it's not perfect."

"I think…"

"It's not perfect," she insisted. "It's supposed to be perfect. I need this to be perfect. Because this it's our house and it's our bedroom. This is our bedroom, Derek. Ours. So it should be perfect. Everything should be perfect. I don't, I never did perfect but I never did this so it should probably be perfect. And don't look at me like that, don't look at me with that crazy look or whatever because I know I'm freaking out but…"

"Meredith, breathe," I murmured, putting down my paint brush and slowly walking toward her.

"I'm breathing," she nodded. "I'm breathing and wedding, I'm planning a wedding. A wedding that was supposed to be small but apparently you have a lot of relatives and everyone in the hospital wants to come and see our perfect wedding so it's not small anymore. It's big. And perfect, it has to be perfect. Because it's our wedding. Our wedding, Derek. And our house. Our house and our wedding and our ugly blue walls. This is…I'm not freaking out just it's wrong and it's ours. Ours."

"Meredith…"

"What?"

I was kneeling in front of her now so I pushed the seating arrangements out of the way. They were a waste of time anyway. Shepherds didn't usually do what they were told. "Listen to yourself."

"I am listening to myself," she rolled her eyes.

"No, you're not," I shook my head, running my thumb along her jaw line to hold her attention. "Our wedding. Our house. Our bedroom with ugly blue walls."

"You said they weren't ugly," she pouted slightly.

"They're not, I was just repeating what you said," I laughed softly.

"Oh."

"Meredith, it's ours," I smiled. "Our wedding. Which is big and stressful, I know. But at the end of the day, what does it get us?"

"Forever, officially forever. Married and…forever."

"Us forever, Mer."

"I know," she whispered. "Forever, forever…and I want forever, Derek. I want forever so badly and you…and me. Forever is really good, Der, kind of amazing but…"

"Listen," I smiled softly. "Forever, Mer. No matter how crap the day turns out. If it pours rain and my nephews break every plate and we forget the rings and my hair flops, the day is going to be perfect. Because at the end of the day, you're going to be my wife. And we're promising each other forever."

"That…that was kind of cheesy, Der," she giggled softly.

"I know," I rolled my eyes. "And this house…when we get home from the honeymoon, this is our house, Mer. It might not be perfect. But we have the rest of our lives to make it perfect."

"Till you're one hundred and ten," she whispered.

"Which will make you one hundred and two."

"You want us to get old."

"Together, yeah," I murmured. "I want as long as I can get with you."

"Me too," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss me gently, her tongue slipping softly into the mouth as I pulled her closer. "Perfect."

"What?"

"This… this moment is perfect," she smiled and then rolled her eyes, groaning slightly. "And I'm turning into as cheesy as you."

"You are," I laughed softly.

"Don't tell Cristina."

"Our secret."

"Good," she nodded before kissing me again, her body molding against mine as we deepened the kiss, forgetting about the half painted wall or the table plan that we had pushed the side.

Perfect.

Each happy ending's a brand new beginning
Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through
To ever ever after
Forever could even start today
Ever ever after
Maybe it's just one wish away
Your ever ever after

And that's it. That's the story of how I fixed Season 3. Which Shonda clearly took a different direction but still, that's how I would have done it if I was Shonda. Not that Shonda did it badly (well maybe she did but it worked out in the end) but still, this is what I would have done. I hope you all enjoyed it and I know it was a long long road, but thank you to anyone that stuck with me. I love you all and your comments make my days so much brighter.

My next fic will be started within the next week...The Golden Floor so watch for it!

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