Fic: King and Queen of SMS - 10
Meredith: OMG! DEREK!
Derek: What’s wrong?
Meredith: Kill me. NOW.
Derek: Meredith…what happened?
Meredith: Your Mom called. That’s what happened.
Derek: Oh okay….what's the problem? Mom likes you. =)
Meredith: She was asking how I was doing. And then she started saying a lot of nice things about me giving my liver to Thatcher. She was…her. And she’s nice. She’s really great. And she seemed really happy to be talking to me.
Derek: That’s great Mer! =D I told you Mom really likes you. What’s the problem?
Meredith: Liked. I’m pretty sure it’s past tense now. I should not be allowed to talk to anybody but you when there’s morphine running through my veins! She liked me until I started to ramble.
Derek: You were on morphine when she called? I wish I was there. =D
Meredith: Derek Christopher Shepherd!!! You do not get to laugh at me!!!
Derek: I’m sorry, Mer. But whatever it is that you said I’m sure Mom will understand when we tell her you’re not quite yourself when you talked.
Meredith: No she won’t. Not after I called our future children crappy.
Derek: You talked about our future children with Mom? =D
Meredith: Stop smiling! This is serious! I don’t know how it happened. One minute she was telling me nice things. And then she said we should come over for the holidays next year and next thing I know I was saying ‘crappy babies!’
Derek: =D I’m sure Mom knows you didn’t mean it like that.
Meredith: You don’t know that.
Derek: Yes I do. I can’t believe you talked about our babies with Mom! =D
Meredith: She did say we’d have beautiful children…
Derek: That’s because you’re stunningly beautiful and I’m dashingly handsome. =D
Meredith: You’re so full of it. =D
Derek: Oh, scans are up. We’ll talk more about our crappy babies at lunch, okay?
Meredith: Ok. =) Have fun saving lives.