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"Zola!" Meredith yelled up the stairs, extremely frustrated. It was time to go and Zola was taking forever as she always did.
"I'm coming!" she yelled back.
"It is time to leave. If we don't leave now, we'll miss our flight."
Zola walked down the stairs, slowly, dragging her feet. Meredith turned to look at Derek who was grinning. He thought this situation was funny, did he?
"I don't understand why I have to go. I can stay with my friend Jules. Then, I wouldn't have to miss the Two Directions concert. Can I please stay in Boston, please?" she begged.
Derek stood up from his seat at the breakfast table and put his arm around his daughter. "Sorry, Zoles, but you're going to have to come with us to Seattle. The guest of honor hasn't seen you since you were a toddler. We can't deny him the privilege of seeing how beautiful you've become. This trip means a lot to your mom."
Rolling her eyes, Zola grabbed her suitcase. "Just for you, Mom. Who is this guy anyway?"
"Richard Webber was the chief of surgery when I started interning. I learned a lot from him. He's kind of like a second father to me."
"Cuz your real dad wasn't around that much," Zola replied. Meredith wanly smiled. Her daughter's intuition never ceased to amaze her. Even at eleven years old, she had somehow sensed that the bond between Meredith and her father was not a strong one.
"We better get going or we'll miss our flight. You might not have such a horrible time. Your Aunt Cristina will be there plus some of the other people I used to work with at Seattle."
"Cristina's coming?" Derek asked, helping her grab the last of the luggage before walking out of the house.
"I didn't tell you? It looks like a lot of people are coming back for Webber's retirement party. It'll be a high school reunion but with doctors. Alex called me yesterday and said he'd see me there. He mentioned he had a surprise for us."
"Hmm. I wonder what that will be. Did he grow a tail to match his horns?" Derek pondered.
Meredith laughed and slapped his arm playfully. "I don't think it's going to be that."
Jackson shifted in his seat while he waited for his wife to return from the bathroom. The flight from New Orleans to Seattle would be a long one. He was sort of excited about the retirement party. It would be good to catch up with people from his residency. In particular, he was looking forward to seeing Sloan. They e-mailed each other often, but he hadn't seen him in years. He'd be forever grateful to the man who had taken time to mentor him.
Glancing up, he saw his wife returning. He sighed when he noticed her crumpled face. It was apparent that she'd spent her time crying in the bathroom. As she sat down and buckled herself in the seat, he placed his hand on her knee, rubbing it gently.
"What's wrong?" he asked, although he was sure he already knew the answer.
"I'm sorry Jackson. I just worry you know. I've never been away from them for more than a day."
"April, your mom and dad are going to take good care of the kids. They are going to be just fine."
April nodded her head. "I know. You're right. I'm being silly."
Her face was still wet. Now as in the past, he couldn't stand to see her upset. He pulled her close to his chest and rubbed her back.
"Mmm. That feels good," she moaned. She lifted her head and bit her lip. "This is a long flight. Do you want to meet up in the bathroom?"
Jackson grinned. His wife might have been a virgin the first twenty-nine years of her life, but she'd spent the last ten making up for lost time. Not that he was complaining or anything.
"I would love that. I really would, but I think we might run into a logistical problem," he pointed out.
"That we can't both fit in the bathroom because I'm roughly the size of a cow?" she asked.
"You're the one that wanted another baby," Jackson reminded her.
"What can I say? I want what I want. It's not like it was hard to convince you."
Refraining from retorting with a double entendre, he kissed the top of her head and said, "I'm kind of a push over when it comes to gorgeous redheads named April."
Cristina ripped off her gloves and threw them in the trash. After all these years, she still loved cutting people open, fixing their hearts and sewing them back together. She'd done a beautiful job today. Her sutures were flawless as usual.
Working at Mayo was a dream come true. Ten years ago, Mayo had been like a refugee camp for her. She had wanted to escape from Seattle Grace Mercy Death, from Owen. Now, this place was home. Cristina couldn't imagine practicing medicine anywhere else. Here, she worked on the rarest and most interesting cases and made a boatload of money. Not to mention that she was currently being considered for head of Cardio. Every one of her career goals had been or was in the process of being fulfilled.
"Dr. Yang, do you have time to scrub in on a bypass with me tomorrow?" asked Dr. Smithson, a bubbly fifth year resident who reminded her of Kepner.
"Sorry. I've got plans this weekend. I won't be back until Monday. If you need help with anything, you'll have to contact Dr. Reyes or Dr. Kafir."
She left the operating room thinking about her upcoming trip to Seattle. It would be great to see Meredith again. Although they talked on the phone all the time, it had been two months since she'd seen her face to face. She was embarrassed to admit but she was kind of excited about seeing Bailey again. The Nazi had been her first and best mentor. Even the prospect of seeing Jackson, April and the Evil Spawn put a smile on her face. However, there was one person that she dreaded seeing. In fact, she hoped he wouldn't come at all. She knew she couldn't bear to see Owen happy and in love with his new wife.