Some people are simply not meant to be parents, or so they think. That was the case for Mark and Addison Sloan. They'd gotten married in college and they'd been together ever since and not once did they talk about having children. It wasn't something either party was concerned over. Their main goal was to get through med school and get through it together. After that, they dedicated themselves to being the best they could be. That served that well enough until just about half way through their first year of residency, the year that Addison got pregnant.

She was working on a specializing in obstetrics and gynecology and neonatology. Mark's focus was and always had been plastics, no one expected him to see the sighs but no one expected her not to see the sighs. By the time she realized it, it was too late for an abortion and she had no choice but to bring the child to life. But neither she nor Mark were ready for the responsibilities that came with a child. Without much thought, they pawned their child of on Addison's parents ensuring her a rich, privileged life that most children dreamed off. And they never looked back.

It had been six years since than, their daughter still in the custody of her grandparents. It never really bothered them, they'd visit every two or three year for a day or two and leave to return to a care-free lifestyle. The little girl they were her parents and never understood why they didn't care for her themselves. Everyone else she knew lived with her parents, not their grandparents. She was fascinated by her mother, the last time she saw her she was 4 and she remembered it clearly. She didn't look away from Addison for an entire two days although the woman wasn't all too warm with her. She'd never respond to 'Mommy' and she go ten minutes without snapping at the child. But Stephanie never care, she'd sit there and stare, not sure how long the dream would last. Her father was the same. He wasn't too great with children, he didn't know anything about them and couldn't bond with her if his life depended on it. But he was her hero, and she wasn't afraid to broadcast that fact. Two years had gone since she'd seen them or spoken to them but she's think about them every single hour or every single day. Her only concern was if they ever thought about her...which they can't say they did too often.

Mark and Addison Sloan were definitely not the ideal definition of parents. It's not that they didn't care for their daughter, it was simply that they couldn't care for her themselves. They were too busy for a child, too wrapped up in their own lives to make room for anyone else in their family. Addison's parent's were suppose to be a temporary solution, until residency drew to an end. But it had long been since they'd established their careers and they still hadn't looked back to the little girl that turned their lives upside down.

Flashback:

Addison sat on a bed in an on call room. She was sobbing hysterically and nothing would be able to stop her. That's when Mark arrived, he opened the door and slipped into the dark room, closing and locking it behind him. He went and sat next to her, placing his hand just above her knee as he wiped away her flow of tears with his other hand.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asked softly, not wanting to force her to talk about something she wasn't ready to talk about. She usually got this way after losing a patient. And she hated talking about losing patients, especially if they were infants or children. She's just keep it inside and cried, as if she'd lost her own child.

Addison heaved for air while her tears continued to run down her cheeks. She couldn't stop crying long enough to say two consecutive words. Finally, after a few minutes of trying she managed to cut back her tears. "Remember what we were talking about?"

"We talk about a lot of things, Ads. You're gonna have to give me more than that." he replied with a small reassuring and supportive smile.

"When I told you that I feel like I'm getting...bigger and you told me not to worry about it. And we came to the conclusion that I was just bloated because I haven't had my fucking period in 5 or 6 fucking months and we credited my stress levels for that...Remember that?"

"Yeah, I do. That was what? Like...two weeks go?" he answered. "So what? You're on it, is that it? Because that would explain why you're all hormonal and...crying."

"I'm not hormonal because of that. I'm like that because I'm pregnant, Mark. Which is why I'm hormonal." she explained, following the words was another sob begging to get out and another set of tears made their way to her eyes.

"You're like 6 months pregnant?!" he asked in shock. There was no way she could be six months pregnant and retain the figure she had, there was no way they could go this long without noticing. It was no physically possible for a OB resident to not noticed her own pregnancy. "How? You can not be six months pregnant... you're suppose to be huge."

"Every woman is different, Mark. Some people get big beyond words, some put on a considerable amound of weight, some retain a slim figure with a huge bump and some barely show. I've see it before." she explained. Although she had to admit, she wasn't really in the mood to do much explaining. The only thing she wanted to do was hit her head against a wall for not being able to keep her legs together. "Which means 24 weeks by now and that's the latest I could have aborted. So..." Addison continued, still sounding like she was explaining the situation to a patient.

"So we're having a baby?" he asked, wondering if she'd put some thought into what they were going to do to fix the mess they had gotten themselves into.

"We could put her up for adoption." Addison suggested. "Or um, we could try to raise her ourselves I guess. I don't know...I don't have time for a kid. I can't take time off work, you can't take time off work. And I don't want her to grow up with a nanny or in day care all day but...I guess if we have no other choice."

"Her?" Mark asked.

"I did an ultrasound on myself, okay?! I was in pain, I thought it was cramping and I wanted to see what the hell was wrong with my uterus. I was curious to know what 6 months of unexpelled uterine lining would cause. And it turns out...there's a heartbeat in my uterus and it belongs to a baby. It wasn't cramping, it was kicking. And yes, it's a girl."

"I don't want to put her up for adoption. She's our kid, no matter what. We are not ready now, we might me one day. And I don't want John and Jane Doe to be raising my kid instead of me. We need a temporary fix. Can't she just wait or something? Why does she need to come out?"

"She's a child...a baby, Mark. Not a dress at Neiman Marcus. We can't put her on hold and come back a while later and expect her to still be there. Life doesn't work that way. I'm sorry." she answered. She let out a breath and closed her eyes, pressing her head against her knees while hugging her legs to her chest. "My parents." she finally whispered.

"What about them?" Mark asked, looking at her strangely.

"We give her to my parents until our lives settle down a little, until we know we can handle a child. She'd be in the family, we'd be able to see her, know what's going on with her. We'd still be her parents...just very absent in that. And when we're ready we'll take bring her back and give her the life she deserved from day one."

"If we're ever ready that is." Mark mumbled beneath his breath.

Stephanie Sloan now lying in a hospital bed all by herself, not too sure what was wrong with her. She knew that she was sick but the fact that she was dying was beyond her knowledge. It was meant to keep her at peace, keep her from fearing the inevitable.

She had gotten used to doctors poking her and questioning her. It had been her life for months now. But she still had no idea what was wrong. She secretly dreamed that her father, her hero would come and whisk her away and take her to her mother where the three of them would be together and none of the previous problems would exist.

"Mrs. Montgomery..." the doctor started. "You really should tell her parents about this. Her condition is... I'm not sure how much longer she's got. They deserve to know to get some closure."

"They don't deserve to know." Bizzy answered firmly, looking over at her granddaughter who was watching the TV in the hospital room without a visible worry in the world.

"If you don't call them by law I am required to. You are legally only a temporary guardian. By law, they still hold all rights as parents."

Bizzy took a second to withdraw from the conversation. She took into consideration her granddaughter who regardless of their behavior, loved her parents. She'd always ask to hear stories, see pictures. She'd asked if she could speak to them on numerous occasions but was taught that her parents didn't have time.

"Fine, I'll call them tomorrow."

Bizzy wasn't in constant contact with Addison, hadn't been since she moved out. Every so often Addison would call to ask about her daughter but that had ceased recently too. The only connection Stephanie had with her parents was DNA, that was it. It's the only thing that bonded them.

Bizzy stepped back into her granddaughter's room. She acted casual, as if nothing was going on. She sat down on a chair beside the bed and went on reading the book she had brought to keep her occupied.

Stephanie looked away from the TV at her grandmother and asked, "What did the doctor guy say now?"

"Nothing, it's not important." Bizzy answered. She couldn't tell her granddaughter that she was dying. She couldn't crush a child like that. What she doesn't know wouldn't hurt her. "Stephanie, it's getting late. You have to go to sleep so I can go home. The Captain is probably waiting."

"I'm scared." Stephanie admitted. "I don't wanna be alone. I wanna go home with you. Please."

"You can't. You need to stay here. And I can't stay with you."

"Yes you can. Lots of kids have their Mommies with them over night."

Bizzy sighed, trying to maintain as much patience as she could. "Well, Stephanie, I'm not your mother." and she never let her forget that. She mentioned it to the child every chance she had, most times not even realizing what she was saying. She just said it to get it out of her system.

"I know." she whispered and looked away sadly. "Is she ever gonna come?"

"Who?" Bizzy asked, the question catching her off guard. Stephanie never ever responded to that comment. In fact, when that statement came up it usually signified the end of the conversation between the two of them. But this time she had to ask, she couldn't help herself.

"My mom." she answered, still speaking as low as she possibly could.

"What about her?" Bizzy asked stupidly, hoping that the child would just drop the subject.

"Is she ever gonna come see me again?" Stephanie wondered. "Cause I'm in the hospital. And when people are in a hospital everyone goes to visit them. I want Mommy and Daddy. I want someone to stay with me. I don't wanna be alone, I wanna be like everyone else. I want my Mommy." she paused and sniffled, "...And my Daddy."

"Stephanie... don't make this harder than it is, okay? Please." Bizzy begged. "I know you're going through a hard time understanding what's going on with you and understanding what's going on with your parents. But don't make this any harder on me. I've had enough for one lifetime."

Stephanie looked away and nodded her head in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll stop asking." she whispered in response. That was the day she gave up on her dream. No one was gonna come save her, she wasn't ever going to be able to lose herself in her mother's embrace. And dreaming about it was a waste of time, asking was a waste of effort. She was giving it. She wasn't going to fight anything anymore. At just six years old she'd given up hope, not knowing the fact that she doesn't have much left to hope for.

So obviously...this is the first chapter of the Maddison story I mentioned I was working on during the A/N for my last story. Been dying to post it but I still feel like sucks. Give me your honest opinion. If it sucks, I'll take down, fix it and post it all over again.

But seriously...be as honest as possible because I want this to be the best Maddison story I've ever written. All the other Maddison stories of mine suck. I'm just too attached to delete them.