My first Mark/Addison fic. My second fic at all. Reviews are appreciated. I already have part of the next chapter written up, and I'm pretty certain I know where things are headed. But we all know that changes in the blink of an eye.

Addison opened the front door to hear the sound of her daughters laugh, something which always brought a smile to her face. It was followed by the sound of her husbands voice, another thing which always made her smile. Walking into the kitchen, she rolled her eyes at the mess she saw, it appeared that whilst she had been at work all day, they had been somewhat destroying the kitchen.

"Mommy!" The little girl squealed, jumping off her chair only to be grabbed by her father.

"Not so fast there, kiddo." Mark said, his arms around her waist as he picked the small girl up.

"But Mommy's home." The small red head pouted as she looked at her Father, unsure as to why he had stopped her.

"And I doubt that Mommy wants to be covered in paint. Do you Mommy?" Mark looked from his daughter to his wife, a small grin appearing as he looked at Addison who was taking her coat off.

"No, she doesn't. Go and wash your hands, honey and then you can tell me all about your day." Addison said softly as she watched Mark put Ellie down.

"Yes Mommy." The four year old sighed and rolled her eyes slightly before walking out of the kitchen and heading to the bathroom.

"She gets more and more like her Mother every day." Mark teased as he walked over towards Addison.

"Shut up!" She said as she pushed his arm slightly, before almost instantly letting them slip around his waist, holding him tightly.

"You alright, Addie?" Mark asked, as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame.

"Yeah. Just tired." She muttered as she let her head rest against his chest, she knew that she could stand there in Mark's arms all night if she could. But Addison knew that within seconds her daughter would soon be back and all would be interrupted.

"Done! All clean." She held her up her hands to show them, proud of herself for getting them so clean. "Now, Daddy. Would you let go of Mommy so that I can hug her? You've had long enough." The young girl said stubbornly, placing her hands on her hips like she had seen Addison do frequently.

"Taking after her Mother." Mark mumbled as he let go of Addison, receiving a dirty look from her before she walked over to her daughter and picked her up.

"Hey honey. Have you been good for Daddy today?" Addison asked with a smirk as she saw the look on Mark's face, followed by her daughters voice.

"Of course, Mommy. We've been painting, Daddy was the messiest though." She said quietly, letting her head rest on Addisons shoulder.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" She teased, grinning at Mark who was leaning against the counter looking at the two of them.

"I'll clean it up, don't worry. Why don't you take this little troublemaker for a bath? I'll clean this up and after we can all watch a movie. Sound good, kiddo?" He asked as he walked over towards Addison and Ellie.

"Beauty and the Beast!" She squealed as her head nodded vigorously.

"Beauty and the Beast." Addison agreed reluctantly. They had seen that movie more times than she cared to remember, but it was Ellie's favorite and she couldn't say no to Ellie. Leaning to Mark, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out of the kitchen to take Ellie for a bath. Never had she thought this would be her life, she had dated Mark's best friend in college, it hadn't worked and Mark had been there to comfort her. Despite his manwhore ways, she had fallen hard for the man long before she actually admitted it. Now, here she was happily married to him for six years and a four year old daughter. Things were perfect.

Thirty minutes later, after both Addison and Ellie had bathed and changed, they went downstairs to a clean kitchen other than Ellie's paintings all over the work surfaces. Making their way to the living room, she saw Mark on the couch with popcorn and cookies on the coffee table, along with a glass of wine for Addison, milk for Ellie and a bottle of water for himself.

"Are we out of beer already?" She asked, ruffling his short hair slightly.

"Not in the mood." He muttered tilting his head back slightly to look at Addison. Their brief moment was interrupted by Ellie, nudging Mark's leg slightly.

"Daddy, move over. Me and Mommy need to sit down." Ellie said as she went back to the position Addison stood in frequently, hands on hips.

"What? I can't sit in the middle of you two beautiful women?" Mark asked, looking down at Ellie who was now grinning at him. Something Mark had realised a while ago was that Ellie loved being referred to as a young woman, and he used it to his advantage, as many times as Addison told him not to.

"I suppose so." Ellie rolled her eyes and climbed up on the couch beside Mark, moving his arm and wrapping it around herself. "There. Mommy, you have to sit next to Daddy, I'm afraid. He won't move. Sorry." She looked up at her Mother, an apologetic look on her face.

Addison couldn't help but laugh slightly at her daughters words. "It's alright, I'm sure I can cope this once." Addison put the DVD in the DVD player before passing the control to Ellie as she took her seat the other side of Mark. Slipping her arm through his, she took hold of his hand and let her head rest on his shoulder. Nights in, watching movies never seemed to get old.

"Sshh. It's starting." Ellie said loudly, fidgeting to get in a better position.

"We're being quiet." Mark whispered giving Addison's hand a gentle squeeze, only to feel her return it seconds later.

As usual, Ellie said the lines of the movie when she remembered them and then fell asleep with her head on Mark's lap.

"I'll take her." Addison said quietly, moving away from Mark and standing up before picking Ellie up and taking her upstairs to bed.

Ten minutes later, she walked back into the living room to Mark going through the channels trying to find something to watch. Standing behind him, Addison leant over the couch, her arms wrapped around his neck. "You two have fun today?" She asked softly.

"Yeah." He mumbled, glancing up at her.

"What's wrong?" Addison asked curiously, removing her arms from around him before walking around to the front of the couch and sitting down close beside him.

"Nothing." He muttered as he went back to looking for something to watch.

"Mark." Addison warned as she took the control from him and put it down on the coffee table. "Talk to me."

"When Ellie was born, we used to have days where it was the three of us. We'd have the day together, and we always said we'd carry on like that. But lately, it's been either me and Ellie, or you and Ellie. Never the three of us. Never even the two of us." Mark loved spending time with Ellie, but he wanted time with Addison too, a lot more time than he actually got.

Seeing the look on his face and hearing the tone of his voice, Addison knew it was something Mark had been going over for a while, and she hated it too. She missed her husband. Sure, they got the occasional evening in, but it wasn't enough. Taking his hand and intertwining their fingers, she gave it a small squeeze before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips. "Is this what you've been worrying about lately?"

"Don't say it like that, Addie. Don't tell me I'm being paranoid."

"But Mark...." Addison began.

"We both grew up with crap parents, admit it. Without a real family. I don't want Ellie to go through that. I don't want us to become our parents."

"She won't. We won't become them." Addison moved her legs so they were over his, snuggling against him more than before. "We'll arrange days off together. We can get Derek and Meredith to look after her sometimes, she's always going on about spending time with Justin. That'll give us some time together. I've missed my husband."

"I've missed my wife." Mark whispered, letting his head gently rest against Addisons.