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“Hey, Meredith,” Derek smiled and beckoned her over. “I have a tumor if you’re interested.”
Meredith begrudgingly walked over, her steps heavy, she didn’t want to talk to him. But being an intern meant you did what your attendings asked of you. Ever since Derek and Addison had broken up for good and their divorce papers signed, he’d been hounding her about surgeries and spending time together outside of work. It was exhausting, she needed a break from him. Brain surgery couldn’t even charm her way back into his OR–at least not willingly.
“It’s Grey or Dr. Grey, Dr. Shepherd.” Meredith said, stuffing her hands in her pocket.
Derek frowned, not understanding, “What?” He reached out to tuck a hair behind her ear, but she neatly stepped back away from his touch.
“From now on, it’s strictly professional between us.” Meredith sighed, “And no more handing me surgeries, Alex and Izzie are on your service today. She’s a great surgeon.”
“I don’t want Dr. Karev, I want you.” He stepped closer into her space, “You’re a better surgeon than he is, and Dr. Stevens is still on probation.”
Meredith held her ground, she glanced up, staring him head on, and she said, “Then teach him to be better, and don’t use me as an excuse.” She bit her lip, feeling her palms start to sweat, “Is that all Dr. Shepherd?”
He sighed, crestfallen, “Yeah, that’s all I was interested in, Dr. Grey. I will see you next time you’re on my service.”
Meredith nodded, “Yep.” She walked away, her breathing picked up. No, not now—she thought. Her hearing became muffled, she slowly took the stairs to the fourth floor and to the OB-GYN wing. Meredith was on Addison’s service today and she couldn’t be late, but first she needed to calm down.
Meredith found the first unlocked on-call room, slipping inside, and she slid to the floor. She brought her legs to her chest and closed her eyes, concentrating on her breath—willing it to slow. I’m okay, it’s going to be okay—she repeated over and over until her system returned to her normal.
Looking up, she noticed a pile of designer clothes on the floor, she reddened, “I didn’t know there was someone in here.” She got up, the Jimmy Choo heels were familiar, she knew of only one attending on this floor who wore those regularly. Fuck my attending is going to kill me, two for two Meredith, great going. She glanced around, the beds were empty and there wasn’t anyone underneath.
Meredith frowned, “Why are there a pile of clothes on the floor?” She moved closer, lifting a top and smelling the perfume—it was Addison’s signature scent, a spicy vanilla with a hint of amber. She breathed it in one more time, it soothed her frayed nerves. Wide-eyed realizing what she was doing and she dropped it on the ground.
The bundle of clothes moved, Meredith screamed, jumping back into the wall. “What the—”
Red locks popped out from under the pile, she wiggled out—freeing herself, she demanded, “What the hell is going on?”
Meredith gaped, “Uh, Dr. Montgomery, you’re um—” She gestured, awkwardly.
Addison whipped around, her steely eyed glare only hit Meredith’s shins. “Why are you a giant?” She glanced up, falling onto her back.
“You’re so tiny.” She breathed out.
“Why am I naked?” Addison covered her breasts, shifting uncomfortably under Meredith’s gaze.
Meredith looked away to preserve whatever dignity she could give her attending, “I don’t know, why are you so tiny?”
“I…” She trailed off, studying the clothes she had climbed out from under, she tugged the sleeve over and held it up above her chest. “These are my clothes.”
“Yeah,” Meredith stared at the ceiling, she asked, “Do you know what you were doing before?”
“I was looking over at the cases today, and then I felt weak and ran in here. I…I don’t remember what happened next. I just woke up…smothered in clothes.” She sighed, “You can look, I’m covered now.”
Meredith kneeled down to her level, resting against the wall, “Look um, you want me to call someone?”
“Oh God no, I’d be experimented on.” Addison suspiciously eyed her, “You’re not going to experiment on me, right?” She glanced around for the nearest hiding spot, her curls whipping around.
“I promise.” Meredith quickly said, “No experimenting on you. I’ve already upset one attending today, I’m not going to upset another.”
Addison stopped searching, she curiously raised an eyebrow, “It’s,” She looked at the clock, “6:20. How could you already upset an attending?”
Meredith mumbled, “I managed, it was Derek.”
“Well, he’s not a big fan of me either. So, I don’t know what to tell you.” She ran her fingers through her hair, nervously playing with the ends. Her other hand had a death grip on the sleeve, covering her modesty.
Meredith nodded, and she changed the subject. “So what do you want to do?”
“I can’t work like this.”
Meredith nodded again, more than likely her attending would be stepped on.
“Not to mention, I’m naked.” Addison whispered. “Can you—can you help me?”
“Yeah, I’ll help.” Meredith said instinctively without thinking about it, but she meant it. She’d do whatever she could to help.
Addison smiled, a rare full smile Meredith had never seen before. Not that the redhead had had much to smile about lately. Life had kicked her down, Derek refused to work with her, let alone be in the same room. Everyone in the hospital had picked a side on the Shepherd divorce, and, unfortunately, only a handful were on Addison’s side.
“How are we going to do this?” Meredith asked.
Addison sighed, “We need to get out of this room without anyone seeing me.” She scrutinized the blonde’s form, “You’re in your labcoat.”
“Yeah…” She looked down, the ends of her coat spilled onto the floor around her.
“Clear out your right pocket.”
Meredith did so without a word, she took out her stethoscope, a notepad, several pens, a penlight, and a reference sheet. “Aright.” She placed them in her other pocket, it was now bulging.
“Good, Dr. Grey. Now close your eyes,” Addison waited until Meredith had closed her eyes. “No peeking.”
“Hey,” Meredith protested, “I’m a gentlewoman, I’m not going to look.” She put her hand over her eyes for good measure, giving Addison the extra layer of security she was looking for.
The pitter patter of tiny feet reached her ears, Addison tugged the pocket down and climbed inside. She squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable spot and settled after a minute. “Okay, you can look now.”
Meredith opened her eyes, and found Addison poking her head out, shoulders bare but she didn’t look further down. She was tiny, like a living, breathing, barbie. Addison’s trust in her—of all people—felt enormous.
Shaking herself out of those thoughts. It was something to examine later. She carefully stood up, mindful of her precious cargo. Meredith gathered her attending’s clothes, making sure to fold them under her watchful gaze and then took the pillowcase off the pillow, stuffing her clothes inside. She placed the heels sideways on top of the pile.
“Isn’t that going to look suspicious?” Addison finally spoke up.
“Not as suspicious as leaving it here. You’d be reported as missing.”
“Oh, well it’s not like people are going to miss me. No one likes me here.” She sunk down, hiding her face in her hands.
Meredith sighed, her heart breaking for her. “Addison, I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me, dirty mistress and all, but I’d look for you. I do like you.”
Addison sniffled, “It means a lot actually.”
Meredith picked up the bundle, “I’m going to find Bailey and request today and tomorrow off.” She cut off Addison’s protests. “I can make up my hours later. It’ll be fine. It’s more important getting you settled. If you’re still stuck like this, then we can figure something out.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to take a detour to my locker to drop off the pillowcase. I’ll find Bailey after.” Meredith said, the elevator had emptied, they had a moment alone where they could talk freely.
Addison rubbed her chest, the impact of the bag had left her reeling. “Okay, just don’t swing that bag on me again.” She stood up to poke her head out to glare at Meredith.
Meredith sighed, “I said, I was sorry.”
“Well it hurts.” She complained. “Once was enough.”
The elevator dinged, Addison sat down as the doors opened.
It was jarring to be pocket-sized when she’d gotten so used to towering over most people. Her height had been a sore point with any man she’d dated, their tiny egos so fragile when she’d be taller than them while barefoot. Her marriage hadn’t been any better, she had to settle for lower heels anytime she was on Derek’s arm. Ever since her divorce, she’d worn her tallest heels to work everyday—delighting in looking down at men, especially Derek.
Now, she was not only like a doll, but she was at the complete mercy of someone other than herself. She didn’t like this at all. She shuddered at the ghosts of others who crossed her boundaries and lines—refusing to listen when she told them no. But now wasn’t the time to panic, she’d only worry Meredith.
To her surprise, Meredith was one of the few who took her side on the divorce. Her support had been quiet but much appreciated. After a hard day, she’d find juju on a chart with a sticky note in her scrawl. A quiet understanding nod in the halls as they passed each other. Meredith came prepared for cases, answering her questions correctly.
Addison was pulled out of her musings when she heard whispers as they walked through the halls. Her hearing was more sensitive—or voices were louder to her—what would’ve been a low whisper was now something she could hear quite clearly.
“Whore.
“Dirty Mistress.”
“Slut.”
“Adulterer.”
“Homewrecker.”
Her blood boiled. Meredith wasn’t any of those and certainly not a homewrecker. Homewrecker implied there had been a home to wreck and there wasn’t one. Her home hadn’t been happy in years and it had been broken long before Derek had ever known about the blonde. It was disgraceful with what the whisperers were calling Meredith to her face.
Meredith had been innocent. She had ignored Derek’s advances after she found out about the existence of Addison. She’d been an unwilling mistress. But still the whispers and rumors continued to swirl around her. Derek refused to clear her name, if he really loved Meredith as he claimed, he’d take the heat instead.
Prom had been a nightmare.
Derek’s jealousy seeped through when he saw Meredith on Finn’s arm. He tugged her onto the dance floor, Addison’s smile slid off her face—she’d felt his seething as his hands bruised her hips.
What should’ve been a fun night to relive their youth had been ruined. By jealousy. By forbidden stares. Addison felt like dirt on his heel, unloved and unwanted, tossed aside like an old doll, in favor of the newer model.
Addison couldn’t do it anymore. She packed her bags and left his trailer that same night. She’d kindly left him a note to tell him she wanted a divorce. It had taken him days to notice her absence from the trailer. He’d proven her right once again, surgery was more important to him than her.
In leaving, she regained her freedom.
Something she’d lost back in college when she had been pressured by her parents to find a good man to settle down with. That was when she learned her parents had eyes everywhere. Scared, she promptly quit dating women when they threatened to disown her and take away her trust fund. It was something Addison regretted—bowing to their whims. She never found a man as attractive as a woman.
Meredith opened the door.
The rush of stale deodorant hit her nostrils. Wrinkling her nose, Addison poked her head out, rows of lockers and benches. The coast was clear, she chanced a look at Meredith, a blank expression but the eyes betrayed the swirling anguish inside.
Addison cleared her throat, gripping the edge of the pocket and twiddled with the fabric, she said, “You’re not what those vipers call you.”
“But they’re right,” Meredith opened her locker and stuffed Addison’s clothes inside. Closing it, she flattened her palms against the locker, “I broke you two up.” Her breathing picked up, and she gasped out, “I’m sorry.”
“Meredith, I need you to listen to me.” She waited until Meredith glanced down. “Derek and I divorcing was inevitable, you didn’t do anything wrong. Derek did. I did. Not you. Okay? This wasn’t your fault.”
Meredith swallowed, “Okay.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I need a moment and then we’ll head out there.”
Addison nodded and settled back in her pocket. Despite herself, it was nice being part of a we again, if only for a moment.
Meredith found Bailey outside waiting for an incoming patient.
“Fuck, sorry Addison,” Meredith whispered. She stepped outside, wincing at the bitter cold nipping at her skin. The small figure in her pocket shivered, not knowing what else to do, Meredith shoved her hand inside and pinned her attending between her body and her hand. Small fists and legs kicked out, her panicked breath fell rapidly on her palm. Meredith immediately loosened her hold, but it wasn’t enough for the redhead. She kicked her one last time.
Meredith took her hand out, shame curled in belly, silently groaning. She royally fucked up. Great Meredith, I really am two for two.
She could feel Addison squirming into a ball at the bottom of her pocket. The redhead settled for a moment and then a small shuddering cry reached Meredith’s ears. It broke her heart, she cursed her impulsivity. What had been done with good intentions had not been read that way at all.
Her stomach flipped, anxiety knotted her insides once again.
A sharp voice pulled her away from thoughts about Addison.
“Grey, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re trying to get out of OB.” Bailey glared, “Montgomery fought tooth and nail to win you over Shepherd.”
Meredith stared, Addison had fought for me? And won? Not the time—she thought. “I need to go home, my stomach is upset.” It wasn’t a lie anymore, she felt awful. A gust of wind blew her hair, her cheeks quickly lost color at the sting. She had no idea how Bailey was standing out here with only a gown on top of her scrubs. Her pocket shivered but mostly kept still. Meredith didn’t dare put her hand back in.
Bailey looked her up and down, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t buy it, but unlike the other whiny babies of your group, you rarely complain. Nor do you switch attendings to suit your needs. If your attending says you can go, then you can go.”
Meredith sighed. “She said yes.” Unless, Addison didn’t trust her anymore.
Sirens in the distance could be heard, Bailey waved her away. “I’ll see you in two days. Stomach bugs aren’t something to mess with, but Grey. I’ll make sure you have a nasty shift when you get back.”
Meredith winced, knowing it was a promise. “Okay.” She quickly left for the warmth inside.
Meredith hurried to the locker room, her converse squeaking on the linoleum. Each step she took, she made sure it didn’t jostle the woman inside. She kept her labcoat tightly around her body. Meredith hoped the room would still be empty.
Opening the door, she heard no one and quickly checked the showers and toilets. No one was here. Meredith went back and locked the door.
Meredith said, “The coast is clear.” She moved to the pile of clean hand towels and got one for Addison. It would keep her warm and also cover her body.
“Out! Get me out!” Her voice was thick and scratchy, but she made no move to stand up.
Meredith floundered for a moment, where could she safely let Addison out? More importantly, how could she do it without touching her and for her to do it under her own power. Her eyes landed on the lockers. “I will. Hold on inside, I’m going to take my labcoat off and then set it in my locker.”
“Okay.”
Meredith opened her locker, taking the redhead’s bag of clothes along with her own clothes and satchel out. All that was left were some medical books and an unopened water bottle. Meredith carefully took off her labcoat and placed it inside. She made sure Addison’s side was on top and far away from the edge.
“You’re good to come out whenever you’re ready and I got you a hand towel to use.” Meredith then added, “I’m closing my eyes now.” She sat on the bench, waiting for Addison.
Heart pounding in her chest, Addison poked her head out, she could just barely see the top of the blonde’s head and she was a step away. Close enough to help but far enough to give her privacy and even room. She let out a ragged breath, relief flooded in her system, Meredith was letting her be.
Addison wriggled out of the pocket, standing up on the scratchy fabric of the coat. She could see more of Meredith now, head in her hands, eyes closed, shoulders hunched over, her down-trodden demeanor broke Addison’s heart.
But seeing a giant hand coming at her, and then pinning her in place. It had been terrifying, she’d reacted instinctively. A painful reminder of other times men had put their hands on her—to make a point or to bodily move her out of their way. Shaken to her core, she had been surprised when Meredith had removed her hand. No one before her ever listened to her.
Addison needed to clear the air and set a clear boundary.
A shiver ran through her, reminding her of her nakedness. Addison tore her gaze away from Meredith.
She scoffed at the size of the hand towel, it was an oversized beach towel to her now. Unfolding it, she wrapped it around her frame several times, leaving her arms free, so could make use of her hands.
“Thank you for the towel. You can look now.” Addison crossed her arms, it was nice to be somewhat clothed and warm.
Meredith opened her glassy eyes, and immediately started apologizing, “Dr. Montgomery, I am so sorry. I wanted to keep you warm and I didn’t think about what it would seem like to you.”
“Mer—” Addison tried.
She babbled, “I’m really sorry—” Meredith tucked her bangs away, unshed tears filled her eyes.
“Meredith.”
“I’ll understand if you want someone else to help you. Someone less clumsy and—”
“Grey!” Addison barked, a touch of her teaching voice stopped Meredith in her tracks.
Meredith visibly swallowed, and wiped at her eyes.
“Apology accepted—”
Meredith interrupted, “But—”
“No, I’m talking now.” Addison stared, and Meredith mimed zipping her lips. “I accept your apology. Just,” She paused. “Just don’t manhandle me. Or surprise me. I’m tiny,” she gestured to her body. “But I’m not an invalid or a doll. I realize there’s going to be times, you’ll have to move me because I can’t do it. Just let me know what you’re gonna do before you do it. You can talk now.”
Meredith quickly nodded, “I’ll let you know, Dr. Montgomery. I really am sorry, I acted without thinking.”
“I know, that’s why I’m not mad.” She sat down on the fading warmth of the labcoat, the books were cool to the touch. “And Meredith, you can call me Addison outside of the hospital. You volunteered to help me, we’re on a first name basis now.”
Meredith nodded, “Addison, I’m gonna change out of my scrubs and then we’ll go to the store to find you some clothes.”
Addison leaned forward, a wide smile on her face at the mention of clothes shopping and then it fell. She’d forgotten for a second that the trip was for doll clothes.
“You forgot that you're tiny, didn’t you?” Meredith pulled her scrub top off, tossing it in the bin, she left her long sleeve shirt on.
Addison blinked, and defensively said, “No.”
Meredith laughed, and suddenly, Addison didn’t have it in her to be annoyed anymore. Her laughter made her heart beat a little faster, shyly glancing away.
Meredith kicked her converse off and wiggled out of her scrubs. She quickly pulled on the jeans, buttoning them up and put her converse back on.
“Do you just wear the same shoes everywhere?”
“This coming from the woman who wears heels to work.”
Addison shrugged, and pointed out. “You wear the same pair everyday.”
“They’re sensible and I have two others just like them. I switch them out every week.” Meredith tugged an oversized winter jacket on. “I don’t know how you wear heels to work everyday. Especially the taller ones.”
“I’ve worn heels for most of my life. I’m used to it.”
“Do you own anything besides heels?”
“Yes.” Meredith arched an eyebrow, rolling her eyes, Addison continued. “There’s flats, sandals, and boots.” She wasn’t going to admit to having a large collection of crocs too. Or go into more detail on the different types.
“So no tie on shoes.” Meredith teased, emptying out her pockets, she placed her gloves, chapstick, and a couple of band-aids in her satchel. She unbuttoned the front pocket by her chest.
“Hey,” Addison glared, “I wear sneakers in the OR. You’ve seen me wear them. I just forgot about them, they’re a fashion travesty.” Belatedly, she realized who she said that to. “No offense.”
“Some taken.” Meredith stuck her tongue out, and changed topics she said, “Okay. You ready to go to the store?”
“Yes, some clothes would be nice.” Addison stood up. Meredith placed her hand inside, and flipped her palm up just under waist height. Plopping down, she wiggled to the center of her hand.
“I’m going to support your back, okay?”
Addison nodded.
Meredith cupped her back, carefully holding her as she brought her out of the locker. “So pocket or satchel?”
“Pocket.” It felt like the safer choice and she could steal some of Meredith’s warmth for herself.
“You’re gonna have to ditch the towel for now, I’ll keep it in my other pocket.”
“Fine.” She said quietly, “Why couldn’t this have been the other way?”
Meredith barely held back her chuckle, she raised her hands up and let Addison move into the front pocket by her left breast on her own.
Addison hesitated, “How deep is this pocket?” She poked her head in, it was dark but it looked to be cozy and warm.
“About ten inches. It’s the biggest pocket I have and I’m not bringing my labcoat with me. Do you know how many strangers will come up to you for a diagnosis about a mysterious rash?”
Addison laughed, “Rookie mistake. I bet you didn’t make that mistake twice.”
“Never again.”
“I’m going in now.” She stared at Meredith until she closed her eyes.
Untucking the towel, Addison got on her knees and slowly lowered herself down. If she stood on the tips of her toes at the seam, she could look out from the pocket with ease.
Meredith stuffed the towel in her pocket and slung her bag over her right shoulder, coming into view of her—their—reflection, she stilled. Her jacket worked to their advantage, Addison’s small frame was hidden in the puffiness and bulk. “Try curling up, I want to see what it looks like.”
Addison glanced at her in the mirror, sliding down she curled around the curve of her breast, her ear pressed over the blonde’s heart—she could barely hear anything over the gentle thumping.
Against all odds, she finally relaxed. Addison couldn’t remember the last time she’d let her guard down enough to allow herself this luxury. She hummed, a deep pleasurable sigh and let herself sink further into the warmth and softness. This was nicer and offered more security than the labcoat pocket did.
A gentle finger ran down her spine, startling her out of her musings. The vibrations of Meredith’s voice rumbled through her, she could barely make out her own name. Addison stood up, her bouncy curls frizzed from the static. “What?” She tucked her hair behind her ears.
Meredith raised an eyebrow, and she asked “Comfy?”
Addison pinkened. She couldn’t just tell her the whole truth, it was sad and possibly pathetic. She said, “Answering a question with a question. How very teacher of you, Grey.”
“Learned from the best,” Meredith drawled. “My coat hides you in both positions, so you’ll be good to go.”
Meredith sneaked out of the hospital without running into her friends. She assumed they were either in surgery or rounding on patients.
The icy cold March air hit Addison square in the face, she held out for two seconds before she closed the flap and dropped, shivering as she curled deeper inside the pocket. Goosebumps appeared on her flesh, Meredith’s warmth alone wasn’t enough to cut through the chill.
Meredith unlocked her Jeep and placed Addison’s clothes in the backseat—she’d return the pillowcase another time. She got in, putting the keys in the ignition and turned the heater on high. Cold air blasted them.
“You can come out, now.”
“No.”
Sighing, Meredith moved, setting her satchel in the passenger seat and buckling it. The car slowly warmed up, trying again, she said, “It’s warmer in the car.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Addison stood up, her toes digging into Meredith’s ribs, and moved the flap. She wrinkled her nose at the state of the car, it desperately needed a cleaning. Holding her tongue, she remembered her interns years all too well. There had been no time for anything that wasn’t surgery or finding sleep. Warm air hit her face, she sighed. “Fine, I’ll come out.”
Meredith pulled the hand towel out from another pocket, setting it on her lap. “Hold my finger, and I’ll pull you out and place you on the towel.”
“Okay.”
Meredith placed her index finger inside, Addison blinked—her thin finger was just shorter than her legs. Addison wrapped her hands around the finger, holding tight, her tiny fingers digging into the blonde’s skin as she pulled her out of her pocket. She placed her on the towel and let Addison figure out what she wanted to do.
Awkwardly balancing on her thigh, she held on to the steering wheel and kicked the towel out from underfoot. Addison bent over and brought the corners of the towel up and wrapped it around her shoulders, closing it around her body and huddling into its warmth. “I’m covered.”
Meredith nodded. “Good, I’m placing you in my satchel for the ride.” She set her hand out.
Addison plopped down on her hand, letting Meredith take over. There was no way she could climb on her own to the other side. Not in her current attire anyway. Meredith set her down inside the satchel, her toes touching the glossy cover of some magazine.
Addison hopped off, and she settled in the bag.
Meredith put the car in drive and pulled out of the car.
Addison fell over when Meredith turned right. Grunting, she righted herself and held onto the edge of the bag. She peeked inside, she saw several hair ties, chapstick, flashcards, and what she thought was a magazine turned out to be a medical journal.
Addison smiled, “Hey, I recognize that medical journal. I have a paper in there.” She touched the issue number, one she’d memorized like the back of her hand.
Meredith stopped at a red light, turning on her blinker. “You do? What’s it about? I just picked it out of my stack today.”
“The effect of maternal cystic fibrosis in pregnancy. It was a case study from back in New York.” Addison hesitated, weighing if she really wanted to share.
Meredith kept quiet, sensing there was more. The light turned green, she pressed the gas pedal and turned left.
Addison tightly gripped the edge and stayed upright this time. She tilted her head, For some reason, she sensed she could trust Meredith.
“Derek,” Addison said softly, and tucked a curl behind her ear. “He didn’t like that my case was being considered for it. He started scrounging for cases and stopped coming home for days at a time…” She trailed off, lost in the memory as she fingered the towel, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. Clearing her throat, she continued, “I thought having his attention was awful. But it was his jealousy and self-inflated ego that was somehow even worse. Every…every interaction we had at the hospital or at home ended in a fight. He did the same thing here that he did there. Never clearing my name or taking responsibility for his failures, he always had to blame someone else.”
Meredith glanced her way, she softly said, “He never deserved you.”
“Or you.” Addison caught her eye.
The rest of the drive had been a silent one, but it wasn’t awkward. Meredith turned on the radio, a pop song filled the silence.
Meredith thought about what the redhead said about Derek, she pointed out things she had noticed herself. His McDreaminess couldn’t hide his worst traits anymore, the ego, jealousy, tearing down Addison’s reputation, and stringing Meredith along with false promises. Meredith lost complete interest in him after she saw him for who he really was with his treatment of Addison.
Her eyes slid to the woman in the next seat, she had more talent in her pinky than Derek had with his whole body. Only eight people in the world could do what she does, and Derek had yet to put himself on the map with brain surgery. Meredith glanced away, setting her eyes back on the road.
Meredith admired her and hoped to be as successful as Addison someday in the future. She enjoyed learning from the redhead, though Meredith still couldn’t figure out her specialty.
Meredith pulled in the parking lot of the kids store, and found a parking spot. “We’re here.”
Addison perked up, “Finally.” She stood up, impatiently tapping her tiny foot.
Chuckling, Meredith unbuckled her seatbelt and held out a hand for Addison, her small weight slightly noticeable in her hands. She closed her eyes and felt Addison lower herself into the pocket with ease, and squirmed around for a moment and then settling. Meredith rolled the empty towel and placed it in her pocket. Just in case and to keep it warm.
Turning the car off, she put her keys with her wallet and phone. “Ready to brace the cold weather?”
“Not really but let’s go, I need clothes.” Addison closed the flap and burrowed, curling around her breast again.