Type Two

Ivy rubs her eyes as she wakes up. Looking down, she sees Jacksons arm around her, "Jackson, baby. Its time to get up."

He cuddles closer to her back, "No."

She smiles before putting a hand over his, "Come on. The twins may be up. And if I get up first, I'm gonna get them to say their first word and it will be mama."

Jackson shakes his head before burrowing it next to Ivys, "I don't care. To comfy."

"Your lost," Ivy gets up and walks into the twins room to see them wide awake, "Good morning my babies. Chris, come here, can you say mama? Mama."

"Ababababbaba," Christopher babbles out.

"I think that translates to you need your diaper changed. Yes, you do," she sets him down on the changing table, "Mama. Mama. Mama," she tries to get him to say.

"He's not gonna say it. It will be dada. Right buddy, dada," Jackson tells her.

Ivy hip bumps him, "Grab your daughter. She might say that word but my little boy will say mama. Mama."

He snorts, "Thats right, my little Allie will say dada. Dada."

The twins just giggle at their parents antics, "Ababababbaba."

Jackson laughs, "You two are adorable. Our little ones."

"Of course they're adorable. I gave birth to them."

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Ivy walks into the scans room to see Amelia about to start over with her presentation, "Dr. Shepherd-Avery. What are you doing here?"

She steps around the residents, "It must be the Shepherd in me because I heard about Dr. Herman's tumor and needed to see it. Whoa. Would you look at that? Its-its beautiful."

The residents start murmuring before Wilson asks, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Look. I've heard both Dr. Shepherds talk about tumors so much that I have stopped seeing them as tumors. They're people who are smart and savvy and beautiful and difficult. The only tumor that may compete with this one is the one that Derek, Jackson, Lexie and I removed from a man's spine in my third year of residency," Ivy stares at the scans.

"Oh, yeah. I told Derek he couldn't operate on it-" Webber recalls.

"Then he spent 10 hours just staring at it, another 22 or so removing it. But this. It's so smart and-you are going to have to use every trick in the book," Ivy turns to her sister.

Amelia nods, "Yup. I will begin with a, uh, bifrontal approach."

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Ivy and Amelia find Meredith, Maggie and Bailey still in the 3-D printer lab, "What are you guys still doing here?

Maggie smiles at her, "We are solving a tumor by 3-D printing it."

"Yeah. What are you two still doing here?" Meredith sighs.

"Also solving a tumor. Well, I am. Ivys trying to be helpful," Amelia crouches down.

Meredith suggests, "Maybe you should 3-D print your tumor."

Ivy looks at the scans over Maggie's shoulder, "Visibility is not her problem. It's a beautiful butterfly astrocytoma."

"And its giving me the middle finger," Amelia says, sitting down.

"In front of Webber and a bunch of residents," Ivy adds.

Amelia sticks her tounge out at her sister before asking Meredith, "Where are your kids?"

"Upstaires. Daycare. Nightcare. Whatever care. It's open 24 hours," she watches over the tumor.

"You know that's only for surgeons on call, right?" Bailey asks from her position laying down.

Meredith argues back, "Bailey, don't judge me. Derek lives in D.C."

She shakes her head, "No, I'm saying if they ask you, make up something about being on call. When I had my genome lab, I was on call twice a week."

Amelia questions, "You all realize that printing this thing is gonna take, like, five more hours?"

They all speak over each other, "7-ish." "7 hours and 20 minutes." "7 and a half."

Ivy laughs as Amelia adds, "I'm just saying you could go home, sleep, and then come back."

"Someone has to stay in case the printer crashes. Plus, I don't mind. I like the sound. It's kinda soothing. It feels weird to sleep alone. I'm not used to it. I don't know why. He used to go away all the time, but this times, he's... he's gone, and I know he's gone. And the bed feels lonely. It's like I don't know how to sleep alone," Meredith tells them.

"You don't. I mean, before three months ago, whenever I called your house or brought the twins over or whatever, Cristina was there. There is no possible way you ever slept alone. You either had Derek or Cristina or sometimes both," Ivy chuckles.

"I've never met a less alone person than you used..." Amelia trails off.

"Used to be. I have to learn to sleep alone."

Bailey shares, "Ben snores. And sometimes talks in his sleep. And he's hot. Like...a furnace. Like flames shootin out of him. He's lucky I love him. And he's a resident and hardly home at night. Or he'd be dead."

Amelia adds, "I miss sleeping with a man in my bed. You know, facing away from each other, barely touching except for just the arm thrown over your waist. When I'd wake up at night, terrified of...me, I liked knowing he was there and I wasn't by myself."

"I cannot sleep with someone lying next to me. Literally cannot. My one serious guy? Dean. Dean just loved to spoon and snuggle, and I would just...lie there, staring up silently, counting the seconds until he would fall asleep and I could sneak off to sleep on the sofa. And then I'd sneak back into bed before he woke up in the morning. Yeah, people think that's a cute story. It's not a cute story. That sofa was hard as a rock. I was exhausted. Dean was a really sweet guy. He's tall and kind. Civil rights lawyer. He's funny. So when he proposed, I explained to him about the sleeping. I said, hmm, maybe you could sleep in a room down the hall. I wanted to sleep alone," Maggie tells.

"And what happened?"

"Well, he is now married to someone who loves to spoon and snuggle. And I  sleep like a baby every night. I might be too good at being alone," she sighs.

Ivy chuckles, "See, Jackson and I have no problems sleeping in the same bed. We're both cuddlers and love snuggling. I love waking up to his arms around me. But once I'm up, I'm up. I want to get dressed, get the kids ready, get breakfast going and Jackson...he just wants to lay in bed all day. The only way he is up early is if he has a big surgery or meeting, he wants to go for a run or if he's planning something for me."

They all laugh before Meredith sighs, "Maybe I could...print a Derek. Just for sleeping."

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Laying in bed, Ivy feels Jackson wrap his arms around her waist, "Goodnight."

He kisses the side of her neck, "Goodnight, love."