So. You know me. I think I'll never write again and then 10 minutes later I have a new idea. Then I try to put the idea out of my head, but it won't go. My plot-bunnies are stubborn bitches.

So. The thing about this fic is it's a plot-line that I've noticed a lot of people doing, but I'm trying to do it in a different way. For about a day and a half (yesterday and the day before to be exact) I was going to write it from Meredith's POV, but there were a lot of logistical issues plus everyone I ran that idea by hated it. So. We have this. And this is the third first chapter I've written. The first first chapter is now the second chapter.

Enjoy please.

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"Where'th Daddy?"

"He's very busy. You'll see him tomorrow."

"Ith he going to pway with me?"

"I think he might. Did you bring things to play with?"

"I got bookth and my bathball-th an' da farm wif da horth and cow-th," he lisped excited.

"Did you bring your boat?"

"Ith not a boat, Mummy. Ith a ferry."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Boat-th ith not the thame ath ferryth. Ferryth da carth go on and the ferry thwims them acroth the water."

"The ferry swims the cars across the water?" She smiled at her son's urgent description.

"Yeth."

"Daddy likes ferry's too."

'I knowth. Weth gonna taketh my ferryth boath an weth gonna thwim itth in the wather and maketh it go backth and forth the whooole othean."

"Slow down when you talk honey," she instructed, "And there aren't any oceans in Seattle. Remember? I showed you on the map?"

"No beach?" he asked, carefully forming his words.

"No. The ferries don't swim –– sail –– the ferries don't sail at the beach. Remember how we talked about how LA doesn't have ferries? They need a harbour so they can go from one side to the other." She turned her son towards the window of the town car that was escorting them to their hotel, "See? That's the ferry boat there."

"Can we go now? Please," he asked being especially careful with his 'please' as he often got caught on the 's' at the end.

"Don't you want to wait? Daddy will probably want to take you on the ferry tomorrow."

"I can go again tomowo."

"He might get mad at me for taking you without him. He really likes ferry boats."

"I won'th tell Mummy. I won'th. I'll pretend dat I nevers been on the ferry before. Pleeeeeeathe."

She laughed, "Okay. But you better not tell your Daddy what we did. It's going to be our secret okay?"

"I pomith."

"What's that."

"PRRR-O-MI-S-E."

"Good job. Promise is a hard one." She leaned over the front of the seat and asked the driver to make a detour to one of the ferry routes.

"Mummy?"

"Ya, honey?"

"Doth Daddy rweally like boats like me?"

"He does. He even has a hat with ferry boats on it. And he likes to go fishing."

"Fitheth?"

"Fish is still a tough one for you huh? He catches fish. with a fishing rod."

"Howth? Howth doeth he do that Mummy?"

"Think about your words honey. He has a fishing rod, it's like a big stick and he holds one end and at the other end there is a string. And the string goes down in to the water and the fishies nibble," she paused to tickle him under the chin as she repeated the word nibble, "at the end of the string and then Daddy pulls them out of the water."

"Then what?"

"Then he eats them," she wrinkled her nose.

"He killth the fitheth?" he asked horrified.

"Uhuh. And then he cooks them, then he gobbles them up!"

"Oh," he sat in silence as the car drove onto the ferry. He watched the process carefully and strained against his booster seat to see better.

"Do you want to get out and walk on the deck?"

"Ith that what Daddy doeth?"

"Yeah. Usually. He likes to get coffee and watch the water."

"Then thatth what I wanth to do."

She reached over to unbuckle him, "We can get Choco."

"Yeth!" He hopped out of the car and bounced on the balls of his feet while he waited for his mother to catch up. "Will Daddy take me fithethin'?"

"You want to go fishing?"

"With Daddy," he affirmed.

"Well, not this trip. Maybe when you're older."

"I'm gonna like fithethin'"

"You're going to like fishing?"

"Yeth. Cauth Daddy liketh fithethin' and I'm juth like Daddy."

She laughed, "Yes, you are."

"I hath hairth like Daddy. An I hath eyeth like Daddy. And Ith demandinatin' like Daddy. And I'm smartth like Daddy too."

"No. You are smart like me. You are stubborn like Daddy."

"N'ant Noni said Ith thmart like Daddy."

"Aunt Naomi is wrong."

"Up? I wanth to thee the ferry thwimmin'."

She picked him up and wrapped his legs around her waist, "Are you cold?" She tugged at the zipper of his miniature leather jacket and pulled the collar of his blue plaid button up shirt higher against his neck.

"I wanth to thee da boatth thwimmin'."

"Honey, boats don't swim. They sail and they float."

"Day lookth like theyth thwimmin' to me."

She laughed. "Do you want to look through the view finder? You can tell me when we are getting close to the other side."

"What abouth my Coco?"

"We'll get some on the way back."

"We go again," he's eye's widened.

"We have to get back to the side with our hotel silly," she kissed his forehead and dug a quarter out of her pocket to pay for the view finder. She held him tighter and watched the expressions of amazement on his face, first as he fought with getting the quarter into it's slot and moments later as the picture on the view finder came into focus.

"Addison?"

Addison's heart sank into the toes of her $1000 boots. She'd know that voice anywhere. It haunted her. She turned around anyway.

"Meredith."

Meredith stared straight at Addison's son wrapped protectively in her arms. "Is my husband his father?"

"It's not––"

"Is Derek his father?"

"Yes."

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Do you guys like when I bribe you? 'Cause I had a pretty awesome supper and I'll give you leftovers if you review. On the menu: roasted sweet potato's with cinnamon, mexican rice and green beans.

So review and get a free meal.