My Baby Girl: A Derek Centered Drabble
He stares.
It’s been an hour since he’s seen her. An hour since he’s held her.
His arms ache for her to be back in his arms, to feel her perfect tiny body curled into his chest.
He looks anxiously through the large window, looking for her dark curls and her little pink stocking hat.
He spots her, and she is more beautiful since the last time he saw her.
“Which one is she?”
He knows who is talking to him before he turns around to face him. Mark.
“She’s the one in the back, third one from the left.” He can’t help but smile when he spots her.
Her little tiny fist makes its way under her chin. Her nose scrunches, and then she lets out a big yawn. She’s tired, tired from the journey she made to get here.
“She’s going to be a knock out when she’s older,” Mark says with a chuckle. “What’s her name?”
Derek tears his eyes away from his tiny daughter, and smiles at Mark. “Emily. Emily Marie Shepherd.”
“That’s a nice name. It fits her.”
“Yeah, yeah it does.”
“How’s Meredith?”
Derek sighs. He knows how hard the labor was for her. In fact, she was asleep not long after the nurses took their tiny daughter to the nursery to get her check-up to make sure she was healthy. “She’s good. Tired, but good.”
“Good.”
A young pediatric nurse steps out of the nursery and turns to find Mark and Derek looking through the glass into the nursery. “Doctor Shepherd? Would you want to come and hold your daughter?” she asks quietly.
“Oh. Yeah.”
Mark claps him on the shoulder, “I’ll let you go. Congratulations.”
Derek smiles at his best friend, “Thank you.”
He walks past his best friend to the door of the nursery. He spots her automatically, and quickly makes his way to her little bed. He slowly picks her up, careful not to wake her. When she is safe in his arms, she snuggles close to his chest, letting out a soft sigh.
Derek rubs his finger across Emily’s soft cheek, and places a kiss on her small forehead. “I love you, baby girl.”
His eyes start to water, and he lets a few tears fall. He never thought he would get here, never thought that he would be able to have a child call him daddy. But now he has his tiny daughter, his tiny perfect daughter. The daughter he’s been waiting his whole life for.
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It’s been an hour since he’s seen her. An hour since he’s held her.
His arms ache for her to be back in his arms, to feel her perfect tiny body curled into his chest.
He looks anxiously through the large window, looking for her dark curls and her little pink stocking hat.
He spots her, and she is more beautiful since the last time he saw her.
“Which one is she?”
He knows who is talking to him before he turns around to face him. Mark.
“She’s the one in the back, third one from the left.” He can’t help but smile when he spots her.
Her little tiny fist makes its way under her chin. Her nose scrunches, and then she lets out a big yawn. She’s tired, tired from the journey she made to get here.
“She’s going to be a knock out when she’s older,” Mark says with a chuckle. “What’s her name?”
Derek tears his eyes away from his tiny daughter, and smiles at Mark. “Emily. Emily Marie Shepherd.”
“That’s a nice name. It fits her.”
“Yeah, yeah it does.”
“How’s Meredith?”
Derek sighs. He knows how hard the labor was for her. In fact, she was asleep not long after the nurses took their tiny daughter to the nursery to get her check-up to make sure she was healthy. “She’s good. Tired, but good.”
“Good.”
A young pediatric nurse steps out of the nursery and turns to find Mark and Derek looking through the glass into the nursery. “Doctor Shepherd? Would you want to come and hold your daughter?” she asks quietly.
“Oh. Yeah.”
Mark claps him on the shoulder, “I’ll let you go. Congratulations.”
Derek smiles at his best friend, “Thank you.”
He walks past his best friend to the door of the nursery. He spots her automatically, and quickly makes his way to her little bed. He slowly picks her up, careful not to wake her. When she is safe in his arms, she snuggles close to his chest, letting out a soft sigh.
Derek rubs his finger across Emily’s soft cheek, and places a kiss on her small forehead. “I love you, baby girl.”
His eyes start to water, and he lets a few tears fall. He never thought he would get here, never thought that he would be able to have a child call him daddy. But now he has his tiny daughter, his tiny perfect daughter. The daughter he’s been waiting his whole life for.
Comments are appreciated. =)