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"Ever heard of baby-steps, Addison?"

I can't afford baby-steps, Derek! I've wasted enough time waiting as it is. It may never happen now because I have waited too long. In case you haven't noticed, Der, women can't pop out babies willie nillie whenever they feel like it. Addison told him over the phone; Derek was sitting in the Attending's lounge at the Seattle Grace Hospital. Women like me have windows, and my window is closing.

"Oh, trust me. I have noticed, Addison. And, your window's not -"

It is so closing, Derek! Faster than you think!

"Well, I still don't see why you called me for to do this, Addison." Derek said nervously, running a hand through his hair as he looked around the lounge to make sure that nobody was listening in on their conversation. "Why can't you talk to Pete or one of those other guys you have dated in LA?"

Um…I'm single at the moment. Those relationships didn't last.

"So, the first thing that popped into your head when you thought about what you needed to get over that guy was 'I need to get pregnant?"

NO! The first thing I did when we broke up was curl up into a ball in sweatpants and a t-shirt with the intentions of never leaving my damn house!

Being married to Addison Forbes Montgomery for just little over twelve years, Derek knew her better than she knew herself; but, he never thought of her as one to own a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She had always worn dresses or skirts and a nice shirt around the house, never a t-shirt and sweat pants. A sly smile crossed his face when she told him; they were yours from when we were married. You left them at the house and I've kept them ever since…I have never been able to part from them no matter how hard I have tried. Now that I have gotten those men out of my system, I need to move on and move forward.

He laughed at the thought of Addison wearing sweats and a t-shirt, that woman had always been able to pull off any look that she wanted to; "By having a child?"

By having a child. She said in agreement to what she had just said.

"Have you ever thought of in vitro pregnancy?" Derek asked her as he leaned forward before proceeding to grab the newspaper off of the table in front of him.

Derek, I am a highly regarded board certified OB-GYN who specializes in maternal-fetal medicine and genetics along with being a neonatal surgeon. Yes, I have thought long and hard about it, but, I've come to the conclusion that if I did that. I wouldn't know my child's father…And I would like to know the father.

Derek sat still in his seat, trying to think of an answer that could get him out of the situation that he was currently in; he always had feelings for Addison, he still did and they weren't going away, but he was afraid that if she got him to have a baby with her…

He wouldn't be able to let her go.

"What about Karev?" He asked. "You had a thing for him a few years ago."

Izzie.

"What about Izzie?"

She is a nice girl, but, she doesn't seem to be the 'sharing type' when it comes to her husband.

Derek let out a little laugh; "That's true."

So…That leaves you, Derek."

"I'm sorry, Addison... But, I'm not the right person to choose. I—I just—" Derek cut himself off when he heard silence on the other line; Addison was the type of person to fight back, to argue, and this topic was defiantly up for debate. But, she wasn't saying a word. Perhaps she was just playing a joke on him…

Although, it wouldn't be a funny joke.

No, not perhaps. She was playing him, although, the tone in her voice said otherwise; like she was secretly pleading with him to do this. It was very clear that Addison needed him, and although she wasn't saying it out loud, it was very clear; she was a woman in need, and even Derek Shepherd couldn't turn down a woman in need.

"Can—Can I think about it and, um, call you back earlier this afternoon?" Derek asked her. He needed time to think about what she had asked him for; if she would have asked him for money he would have gave it to her in the blink of an eyes, hell, if she would have asked him for anything else in the world…He would have given it to her right away. But, a baby wasn't just anything else.

It was his baby.

His child.

He decided that he needed to have a nice surgery to make up his mind, to help him decide; everybody knew that he was at his best when he was in surgery. He had to be. He was a fucking neurosurgeon. He slipped into his scrubs and walked down the hallway, feeling tired as hell, he rounded a corner and pushed open a door to one of the on-call rooms before sinking into one of the beds It was too early for sleep, and he couldn't have slept even if he had tried; his thoughts were still tossing around in his head. Listening to the sounds of footsteps echoing through the halls slowly drifted him into a light sleep, after what felt like only seconds, the door flung open and presented a very angry Miranda Bailey; "What the hell are you doing, Derek Shepherd? There is a patient who has been prepped for surgery and you are lying here, sleeping? What the hell do you think you are do—"

"She asked me for a baby, Miranda." He said in a voice that sounded like a whisper to her. He listened as she shut the door and approached him, pulling up a stool and sitting at the side of the bed staring at him. She hesitated responding to him for a moment before saying; "W-Who did?"

"Addison did."

"Addison did?"

"Yes."

"Addison asked for your child?"

He sighed; "Yes, she is expecting an answer this afternoon."

"What about Alex Karev? Or Mark Sloan?" Miranda asked him, trying to be helpful. "She had a….thing for them at one point."

She received a glare from Derek and said; "Okay…Okay, you are right. Who would want their children." She paused. "Do you still have feelings for her?"

"Feelings? Hell no…It's more than just feelings, Miranda." He sat up and looked at her. "I still love that woman."

"Then do it."

"I can't."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because I don't know if I can handle watching her walk away again."

Miranda looked at him before sighing; "Then you know what to do. You don't need my help." He watched her as she moved the chair back to where she found it and exited the room saying; "Surgery starts in twenty. You'd better not be late!"

He sat there with his hands folded in front of him; Miranda was right, he did know what to do. He just….He couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

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