How Sweet It Is

45

"I don't think I like the porch furniture you picked out." Meredith quietly admitted to Derek as they walked hand in hand to the hospital. They had planned their porch and now, she had to tell Derek she didn't like the furniture he seemed to love.

"I thought you said you did." Derek frowned.

"I did say that."

"And because you said that...I ordered it."

"But I lied."

"How was I supposed to know that?" Derek laughed.

"You really ordered it?" Meredith frowned, stopping in front of the nurse's station.

"I did."

"That's...not cool."

"You said you liked it."

"That was when I thought I would learn to love it." She frowned, her eyes still tired from having to get up early for work.

"I can try to cancel the order." He sighed.

"No." She groaned.

"If you don't like it..."

"But you like it."

"We can find something that we both like."

"You didn't like the one I liked."

"We only looked in one catalogue."

"Derek..."

"What?" He laughed, cupping her head in his hands.

"We'll keep the one you like." She pouted.

"Not if you don't like it."

"Can we decorate the bathroom in nautical theme?" Meredith asked, knowing that Derek had hated the idea before.

"I thought we already agreed on not doing that." Derek replied.

"But you're getting the porch furniture you wanted."

"I'll cancel the order."

"Not that's okay....I'll just decorate the downstairs bathroom in the nautical theme."

"Why don't we just put the porch furniture you hate in the nautical bathroom that I'll hate?"

"Because it doesn't fit." She replied innocently.

"Very funny." He smiled.

"Hmm...it's early and I'm still funny."

"That's why I'm marrying you."

"I don't know...if the myths are true things will do a complete turn around in a few years...I could be cranky and never horny and..."

"That's even funnier."

"Ass."

"Meredith Grey...never horny. I don't think so."

"I could hit a dry spell."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"Maybe I'm experiencing a dry spell....Mark?"

"What does Mark have to do with you thinking your in a dry spell?"

"Izzie." Meredith frowned, looking past Derek and focusing on Mark and Izzie, standing in a corner, laughing as he whispered in her ear.

"I'm confused."

"Mark and Izzie are...I don't even know."

"What are you....Oh." Derek said, finally turning around and seeing what Meredith was.