Author’s POV
In the middle of the night Max wakes up and looking around he doesn’t see Meredith anywhere.
“Where is she? Why is she not in my arms anymore? ” he asks himself and seeing that she is not in the bathroom the horror catch him.
"Stark!" he said in panic, fearing that someone had kidnapped her again while he was sleeping.
“She is in the house” Stark said tracing her and immediately Max took a deep breath and went after her sweet smell of strawberries and vanilla.
And seeing her his tormented soul finds peace. His angel is still here and wasn’t just a dream.
In the middle of her living room, crouching on her couch, wearing her very comfy and fluffy PJ’s, Meredith is drawing something on her notebook.
Max just stays at the door and looks at her, at the way her eyebrows frown
