Faith grinned at Zola and Savannah, although her little redhead was a few years older than Meredith’s daughter she hoped they would get along well. Crouching down to talk to the smallest member of their party she held out her own hand. “Hey there Zola, I’m Faith. I like your hair it’s super cute.” Savannah stood up, grinning shyly at Zola. After straightening her dress out she held her hand out to shake with Meredith’s, although she kept her other hand tightly in Faith’s. Standing up to her full height again, Faith ruffled her daughter’s hair and laughed softly. “Don’t be shy now cricket, I can’t normally shut you up can I!” Squeezing Sav’s hand a little she smiled at Meredith and motioned towards the entrance. “Ready to head in? What’s your favourite animal Zola, or which one are you looking forward to seeing most? My favourites are the hippos but Savannah here loves the tigers best don’t you hon?” Savannah perked up at the mention of the big cats and she danced along next to her mother, excitedly chattering about her favourite animals.
Meredith watched as Savannah bent down and held her hand out to Zola, and the little girl gave Faith her hand, not used to shaking hands but getting a feeling that was what she ought to do. “What do you say?” she asked Zola, who looked up, then back at Faith and smiled, responding a, “Thanh you…” unable to pronounce the k sound, which brought a grin up on Meredith’s face and she gave Zola’s hand a little squeeze. She slightly frowned as Faith held out her hand, and she shook her head. “We’re not working, you know?” she told her, then leaned forward to greet her cheek to cheek before pulling back. She followed both Faith and Savannah to the entrance, walking past the gates. Zola jumped up as she exclaimed, “Giwafs!” Meredith smiled and nodded. “Zola particularly loves giraffes,” and then glancing down at her, she added, “Although you do love pandas, just like all the ones you’ve been drawing all week.” Zola jumped up and down still as they walked, exclaimed, “Pandaaaas!” This would definitely be like the day of her life, and Meredith was glad that she got to give it to her. She knew that somehow, with two baby sisters at home, they had been getting a lot of attention she had surely been lacking for a while, and even though Zola was not one to fuss or complain about it, even though she was only three, Meredith knew that this day of just her and her mother would surely do her some good.
Faith and Savannah sat on a bench outside the entrance for the zoo as they waited for Meredith and Zola to arrive. Glancing up at the sun beating down on them the blonde fished some sunscreen out of her handbag and began lathering it on her little daughter. Grinning at the fuss Savannah put up, Faith was determined to ensure she didn’t get sunburned and tickled her mercilessly until she gave in and let her mother cover her skin in the cream. Sitting back down and putting the cream away, Faith pulled her sunglasses on just as she spotted Meredith and her daughter. Waving in greeting she smiled down at Savannah. “Good morning! Hey there Zola, you ready to see lots of animals?”
When Meredith had told Zola they would be going to the zoo, Zola had sat down on her bed, frozen, and had stared up at her in disbelief. Then she had started crying, which troubled Meredith a little although she knew they were only tears of joy. She got a giant hug out of it, and as soon as the tears had been washed off, she had helped Zola find a nice t-shirt with some shorts, then helped her put them on before getting ready herself. Once they were parked in the zoo parking lot, Meredith got out of the car and threw her small shoulder strap purse over before unbuckling Zola from her car seat. She’d convinced Zola to leave her giraffe in the car, which was a very very big deal, telling her how she would see real giraffes. She knew that bringing it along, she would more than likely lose it at some point, and it would be an awful nightmare recovering from it. It would probably end up with Derek having to come back to the zoo the next day to try and find the giraffe in question. Both all creamed up, they walked up to the entrance, and Meredith smiled as she spotted Faith with her daughter. Holding Zola by the hand, they walked up to them. “Hey,” she replied, then glanced down at Zola who nodded with a big smile upon her face. “Hi, Savannah,” Meredith said as she glanced at the little girl sitting beside Faith, “I’m Meredith, I work with your mom,” she added, smiling at her. Zola extended a hand and opened and closed her hand at Savannah, greeting her as well.
My favorite is still when Derek found us in the bathroom while I was in the shower and being a girl for you.
I guess I’ll have to let Laine down easy and explain that Georgia asked me first. [winks]
Well he did ask for a baby. Which was a big deal back then. How times have changed…
You’re the worst. [shakes head, smiling]
Evan’s shift had ended before hers, and they’d only had time to kiss goodbye as he was leaving before she had to run off to deliver a baby. She hadn’t been able to tell him about the letter from the house of corrections, and she had to tell someone. Someone that wasn’t Cora Hudson, one of her people. She didn’t want to put this on Meredith, but knew somehow that she had to. Allie needed her, and Meredith would want her to. So she messages her before changing her mind, and she’s there within minutes, and Allie looks up from where she’s laying on the small couch, having needed to lay down. She holds the letter out to Meredith without a word.
It was awful not getting to get anywhere too close to Zola, who watched her mother cuddle the twins, breast-feeding them and holding them while she couldn’t get a single hug or kiss. Meredith knew it was for the sake of everyone, but it was still breaking her heart to pieces because there was no way to make Zola understand it all too well. All they could do was to tell her that her mother would be able to cuddle and kiss her once all those red dots on her skin would have disappeared, but that could take a while and from day to day, she would only get more confused that they weren’t disappearing faster, and it would certainly make her angry and insecure, and just the thought of that completely crushed Meredith’s heart and made her want to just wrap her arms around her and tell her that everything would be fine. And not to mention that the less she would scratch herself, the better. Poor thing. At least seeing Allison would change her mind, or so she hoped. Noticing the letter in Allison’s hand, she walks up to her and grabs it from her hand, then sits down on the chair nearby, folds her legs and opens the letter, reading through. She keeps it together until she finishes the last word on the piece of paper, before looking up to Allison. “Is this some kind of sick joke? They can’t do that?”
Derek had gotten the chickenpox as a child. Though vaccinated, a kid in the neighborhood had gotten a particularly nasty case, which Mark had caught. And since Derek was with Mark all the time, he’d caught it. It was mild, compared to the nasty case the neighbor had, due to the vaccination, and he knew Zola was up to date on her shots. “No,” He mutters,” glancing where she was looking, and sure enough, against Zola’s beautifully dark skin were red dots. “Oh god,” He echoes Meredith, leaning his head back. “Livia? Bee?” Zola asks for her sisters, and Derek feels a pang in his chest, knowing they couldn’t let her near the twins. They weren’t a year old yet, and didn’t have the vaccination, and it could be particularly dangerous to babies.
Never in her life had Meredith gotten the chickenpox. Getting the shot, she was somehow immune, but not entirely. At least not after a while had passed since the injection, and considering she had never had it in her life, she was even less immune. The age did not matter. As Derek denies the presence of chickenpox on their daughter’s skin, Meredith raises an eyebrow and glances at him. “Yes.” she says, which is confirmed when Derek glances where she had been looking. Hearing the babies names coming from Zola’s mouth, Meredith can feel her heart crush. She turns to Derek and sighs. What was breaking her heart even more was that she wouldn’t even be able to hold Zola herself, for the sake of the twins whom she would have to breast-feed still. And how could she possibly explain to their three year old why Momma could not hold her? The last thing she wanted for Zola to feel was rejected by her own mother. She knew the feeling all too well. It was literally breaking her heart.