AN: So this is what happens when I listen to music and watch Grey's instead of studying for English...hope you enjoy this as much as I did!
Pairing: Mark/Addison pure fluff
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's, Private Practice or the Characters.
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Where You Lead
Wanting you the way I do
I only want to be with you
And I would go to the ends of the earth
Cause, darling, to me that's you're worth
- Carole King
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Mark shrugged his leather jacket off and hung it up on one of the crisp white hangers in the hallway closet. The last thing he wanted was to invoke another outrageous fit from Addison, something that had happened the last time he'd left his coat hanging on the banister. He smiled a slightly crooked smile as he remembered her admonitions that had escalated into full blown yelling before dissolving into hysterical tears. He shook his head and double checked his appearance in the mirror, making sure everything was up to her newly heightened standards.
He ran his fingers through his slowly greying hair and peeked around corners searching for Addison. He could smell a hint of her vanilla body spray as he walked into the den, but Addison was nowhere to be found.
"Addi?" He called quietly.
No reply came but he ignored it, she could be napping or out on the deck. He stepped into the kitchen and her voice rose from the sunroom,
"Shoes."
Dammit he moaned inwardly and slipped out of the blue Nike sneakers, going back to place them in the closet. He was surprised that she didn't tail him, berating him for ignoring one of her newly imposed rules. He returned to the kitchen and called,
"Sorry Addi."
No reply came.
He stepped into the sunroom, where the room was glimmering in the early morning light, and found Addison perched on one of the white wicker chairs they'd purchased from a vendor at the market last year.
Her legs were curled up beneath her body and she was wearing only a blue blouse, with two buttons done up to contain her cleavage, and a pair of white boy short panties. Her hair was pulled back into a tangled bun with a pencil jabbed through the center, a few strands of auburn hair slipping down into her eyes.
In her lap she balanced a tub of freshly made chocolate chip cookie dough and a crossword puzzle, which explained the pencil. He sat next to her and gently brushed away smudged chocolate from her cheek. She looked up and smiled,
"Good morning."
He returned the gesture, "Morning."
"How was work?"
"It was fine."
She let out a sigh and he knew she was missing it. He moved his hand down to her abdomen, brushing away the blue material to expose her swollen belly. The skin was stretched thin and was the colour of rich cream and as he brushed his hand over her slightly protruding belly button the baby behind the layers of flesh and muscle gave a firm kick.
Addison placed her hand over his and he saw her eyes sparkle as the baby turned, her skin rippling over the movement.
He kissed her forehead gently and she lifted her head, catching his lips. As they broke apart she gently rubbed her belly and said,
"Only one more week."
He planted a soft kiss on the peak of her belly and repeated, "One more week."
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Fin