βͺ THE CHIEF. β« β I can live without you, @devoteoptimist. But I don't want to. I never want to. . . . a force of ππππππππ ππππππ.
@devoteoptimist Β« murmurs once again, as if derek himself couldnβt see it; itβs only when his arms wrap around her that her own fall from her waist and she lets them linger limp, against her side. Everything they had saved β the only thing that they had saved, was their Β»
@devoteoptimist Β« to but because she couldnβt. And now, here they were, on the final crossing, a little girl on the way, their family growing. It was the final countdown and her nerves were growing : perhaps that was exactly why she was focusing so much on Β»
@devoteoptimist Β« meredith was prone to assuming the worst β now, it both made her happy, to know that the baby was well, alive and kicking, and it irritated her, with how much ellis seemed to love her ribcage.
γ i think i could eat a whole buffet. Or she could. γa Β»
@devoteoptimist Β«
βlet her go, derek. She needs this.β
Meredith looked around, stifling the urge to let the tears that were at bay spill. She wanted to rage, shout, cry and every single thing in between. Arms wrap around herself and all she can do is take Β»
@devoteoptimist Β« for missing out, because Iβm in Minnesotta and not here with them, where I should be? γanother quiet sigh before nodding in agreement.
γ You are my home. γ
@devoteoptimist Β« from Minnesota and from Grey-Sloan, wanting her to make a decision. Meredith exhaled, pulling back just so she could look at her husband. βYou know diseases like this are something close to me. I mean, we hated each other, tore at each Β»
@devoteoptimist Β« nodding.
γ Iβm just afraid that we will be uprooting and changing the kidsβ lives for nothing β I grew up without a mom, Derek. My mom was always too busy having a surgery or doing something I couldnβt be a part of. What if they hate me Β»