On November 1st Addison Montgomery abruptly ended her budding relationship with Kevin. She was different all of the sudden. She was quiet, and began to keep her thoughts to herself. She seemed to be in a constant state of exhaustion. She seemed withdrawn and her co-workers began to notice. They discussed with each other, but made sure never to broach the topic with her.

A few months pass and there is no explanation. Despite their curiosities they do not ask about the change. They simply wait for her to say something, or return to normal.

Addison Montgomery had difficulty explaining the change in behavior to herself. Not really explaining so much as rationalizing. She thought after this amount of time she would have recovered but she hadn't. Instead the thoughts running rampant in her head made her physically sick.

The day beforeValentine's day 2009: Addison is finishing paperwork, and Violet is wrapping up a consult. All of the others had left an hour earlier, at five. Finally Violet finishes with her consult and she decides to check in on Addison. She leaves her own office, and wanders to Addison's. She wraps gently on the glass door. Addison looks up through the glasses on the end of her nose, and motions for Violet to come in.

"What are you still doing here?" Violet questions.

"Just finishing up some paperwork,"

"Don't you have plans?"

"No. What about you?"

"I have a roll of slice and bakes waiting on me at home,"

"Sounds eventful,"

"Sounds lame," Violet corrects her.

"It's nice,"

"So why don't you have a date? Tomorrow is Valentine's day,"

"I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to date right now,"

"Uh huh,"

"You don't believe me?"

"Not exactly,"

"So...,"

"Addison are you ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem different lately,"

"Different how?"

"I don't know quieter. You seem very withdrawn,"

"I'm fine," she argues poorly.

"Is there something on your mind?"

"No," she answers to quickly trying to keep her mind from going there.

"Did something happen?"

"Like what exactly?"

"I don't know something traumatic,"

"I'm fine," she replies not answering the question.

"Addison..."

"What?"

"I don't believe you. You know that right?"

"So?"

"Please let me be your friend. Please talk to me. And if you don't want to talk to me that's fine, but you should talk to someone,"

"You sound cliche,"

"I don't know what's bothering you, I admit that, but you need to deal with whatever it is,"

"Why is that?"

"It's effecting your personality greatly,"

"I just... I'm fine," she repeats.

"No you're not. We all know that you're not fine. Something is wrong,"

"It's unimportant. I'm here to do my job, nothing more,"

"I know that, but you can't do your job to the best of your ability if you're being distracted by something else,"

"It's nothing. I..."

"Why did you break up with Kevin?"

"I don't know. We just weren't working out,"

"I didn't see that,"

"Violet please just drop it. I don't want to be psychoanalyzed today,"

"Ok. If you want to talk you know where I am. Or if you just want a cookie feel free to stop in tonight,"

"Ok," she agrees.

"Oh before I forget I'm supposed to remind you that we all have to get our yearly physicals by next Friday,"

"I keep forgetting to do that. I guess I'll just have Naomi do mine on Monday. Have you had yours yet?"

"Yeah I had mine done on Wednesday,"

"So you're still alive then?"

"Um hum,"

"Good I didn't think that I could communicate with ghosts," Addison jokes.

"You can't," Violet smiles, "If you did, I'm sure that you'd have mentioned it to me before."

"Very true,"

"Don't stay too late," Violet tells her.

"I won't,"

"Night,"

"Night Violet,"

As promised on Monday Addison has Naomi do her physical.

Wednesday February 18th 2009:

Addison is jolted from her sleep by the shrilling telephone. She feels around for the phone, and after three more rings she finally answers it.

"Hello," she answers more than slightly perturbed.

"I need to tell you something," the voice on the other end responds.

"Naomi," Addison checks her alarm clock, "it's seven thirty on my day off. Can't this wait?"

"No,"

"I'm sure that it can?"

"No it can't,"

"Ok what is it?"

"I can't tell you over the phone,"

"Is something wrong?"

"No. This is just something that needs to be done in person,"

"I'm going to go back to sleep now," she threatens.

"Just come in. It will only take a few minutes. You can go home and go back to bed if you'd like,"

"This can't wait until tomorrow?"

"It can but you'll want to know now,"

"Ok, fine," she agrees.

Less than an hour later Addison arrives at the practice. She stomps into Naomi's office and stares at her unrelentlessly.

"That's a nice look," Naomi smiles at Addison who is sporting a jacket a pair of boots and a set of flannel pajamas.

"What is so important that it couldn't wait?"

"Why don't you sit down?"

Addison rolls her eyes but also complies.

"I got the results of your physical back,"

"That's what couldn't wait?"

"Yes,"

"Am I dying?"

"No,"

"Then it could have waited,"

"No it couldn't you need to know now,"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong,"

"So why did I come down here then?"

"It's good news,"

"What kind of good news?"

"Miraculously good news,"

"Like what exactly?"

"Are you ready?"

"I'd like to get back to bed please just spit it out,"

"You're pregnant,"

"Shit," Addison responds.

Naomi looks at her in puzzlement, "That wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting."

"That wasn't exactly the news I was expecting,"

"Aren't you happy? You should be jumping for joy,"

"Not exactly,"

"Why not? Don't you want this?"

"Not right now,"

"You don't really get to chose the timing of miracles,"

"This isn't a miracle it's a punishment,"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. I'm going home,"

"When you get in tomorrow I should...."

"Yeah whatever," she responds as she leaves the room.

Naomi wonders into the break-room where Violet is finishing a blueberry muffin.

"What was Addison doing in here? Isn't it her day off?"

"Uh huh,"

"Was she wearing pajamas?"

"Uh huh,"

"So why was she in here?"

"I asked her to come in,"

"Why?"

"Because I had something to tell her,"

"What did you have to tell her?"

"Something great, and she didn't... I just..."

"Just spit it out Naomi,"

"She's pregnant,"

"Oh how did she take it?"

"She didn't jump for joy. She was surprised but not in a good way,"

"Huh,"

"What are you thinking?"

"Maybe there is a reason,"

"Such as?"

"I don't know but I intend to figure out,"