Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter to this story. Thanks for the reviews, they really mean a lot to me. Addie and Derek are awesome!

Chapter 2

"Well, well, well," Richard scrutinized the couple in the hospital bed. They had just awoken to their chief of surgery sitting in a chair by the bed. He put the medical journal he was reading down and smiled at the two confused attendings, "you two are having a baby."

"So we are," Addison answered coyly. She was still feeling weak, but she wanted the chief to vouch for her ability to work for the next week; taking sick days was not her thing.

Using her arms, she tried to push herself up, but the chief reprimanded her, "No, don't sit up, it's fine. I was told that you have anemia. I am here because I am giving you two a month long medical leave of absence."

"Chief!" Addison whined, "Why? I am your best neonatal fellow! It is just anemia. Using tablets I should be fine in like three days!"

"What happened?" Derek asked deliriously, finally awoken by his wife's pleads. He saw the chief and quickly jumped out of the bed, straightening his hair.

"It's okay. We both know you guys are married and happy and such. I was just giving you two a month long leave of absence," the chief supplied.

"That's great!" Derek answered, "I was going to ask you for it in the morning anyways. Wait, what time is it?"

"No, I am working!" Addison stated defiantly. She then doubled over coughing, picked up a pink container, and vomited into it. "I am still working," she said meekly.

Derek helped her into a sitting position and rubbed her back. He whispered into her ear, "No, you're not."

Completely ignoring Addison's last comment about working, Richard asked, "Addie, are you okay?"

"It's just morning sickness. I'm fine. Everyone should just let me work."

"Is she paler than normal, Derek? I'm getting a little worried." Richard directed the question to her husband, knowing if he were worried, he would be able to convince her.

"I'm worried too, but Nancy said that it was just anemia. She should rest and take iron tablets. I'm taking her home today." Derek answered his question.

"Helloooooo. I'm still in the room!" Addison butted in, "I should have a say in this!"

"Anyways," Richard ignored her, "Nancy sent me in with discharge papers for you to sign then you can go home. This is an order. Go home. Any surgeries you schedule will be canceled," he said this in a very chiefly way but because they both knew him so well, they could only laugh at his attempt at reprimanding them.

"What is this madness! What happened to my freedom of decision!" Addison sighed. She knew what was best for her, but she didn't want a pregnancy to completely change her routine.

She signed the discharge papers and handed them back to the chief, "Fine, I will take the leave of absence." He smiled at her, knowing that she would comply to his wishes, then walked out of the room, satisfied that he had completed his mission.

She was about to stand up, when Derek's hand stopped her, "I'm getting you a wheelchair."

"No, I draw the line there. I will go home. I will stop doing surgeries for a month. But, I absolutely refuse to use a wheelchair!" She boldly stood up and then fell onto Derek, clinging onto his shirt. He carried her back to the bed, "Just give me a moment." She said, "Please, no wheelchair." Her eyes begged him.

"Okay, no wheelchair," he complied seeing the look in her eyes. He knew that she hated showing any weakness. A wheelchair equaled weakness to her. He understood. Slowly, he helped her up again allowing her to lean on him. Her knees buckled again and she yelped but he caught her and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I got you." She felt so safe and secure in his arms.

"I'm okay," trembling, she pushed against Derek's hands to test her legs then triumphantly stood up. "I'm okay."

Her husband kissed her on her forehead and encompassed her with a hug, "I know. You're okay." He held her hand and urged her to take a step. Unsteadily, she took a step and smiled.

Slowly but surely, they made their way out of the hospital and into their car.

"I feel pregnant already. I mean I can barely walk without you supporting me. Richard is making me take a medical leave of absence. I love you Derek, but did you have to knock me up right before my TTTS case!"

Derek only chuckled. He loved his wife so much, it was moments like these where they could just laugh together that he loved her even more. It seemed as the years went by, the more they learned about each other, the more they loved each other.

"Derek Christopher Shepherd! I'm serious!" She swatted him like she would a fly, "Stop laughing at your pregnant wife. It's not funny!" She couldn't help but laugh herself and soon they were guffawing like there was no tomorrow.

Finally, they stopped and Derek started the engine. They were at their Central Park West Brownstone in no time.

"Der, I don't think I can make it up the steps." She was referring the eight well-worn steps before the door.

"Addie, I got you. You know that," He put his hand around her shoulders and slowly supported her up the steps to the door. He turned the key with one hand, and then carried his wife onto the futon couch; it was very ugly and very heavy, but nonetheless, Addison insisted on putting it in their living room.

"Are you okay?" He noticed that his wife looked tired and pale again, like the day before when she had fainted in his arms.

"Yeah, I'm just really tired and there is no way I can make it to our bedroom. Just the thought of it…" She covered her mouth with her hand again and Derek noticing, grabbed one of Addison's prized plants. She threw up into the pot, but then looked angrily at Derek, "You couldn't have chosen the dead plant?" She pointed at the wilting purple flowers in a green pot. She erupted into coughs that sent Derek straight to her side patting her back and trying to soothe the coughs.

"Der, I'm really tired." She positioned her head into the crook of his neck kissed his stubble; he hadn't shaved in two days.

"Addie, let's get you in a bath first, okay?" He drew a bath and put in her favorite salts then carried her up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't strong enough to climb the steps yet was too stubborn to admit it. He took off her three-inch heels, she laboriously took off her clothing, and he slowly helped her into the tub for fear that she would slip.

"Derek, get in here." He followed her instruction and slid behind her, "Just hold me, okay?" After five minutes of peaceful silence, she had fallen asleep. Derek sighed and used the showerhead to clean the bubbles out of her hair. Not fully awakened, she allowed him to wrap her in warm towels and put on her sleeping t-shirt and sweatpants: both of which she had stolen from Derek.

"I love you, Der." She slurred in her half-sleep.

"I love you too Addie," He tucked her into the covers and got up to shower before Addison stopped him.

"Der? Don't go, please." She pleaded vulnerably; she hated the sound of her voice but because it was Derek, she knew she was safe."

"Okay. I won't go. I'm just changing into clean clothes okay?" He was dripping from entering the bathtub with her. Quickly, he changed into sweats and a t-shirt like hers and crawled into the bed. She snuggled close to his body and he wrapped his arms around her protectively. "Night Addie."

End of Chapter 2

So, what do you guys think? Do you think it is like what Addison and Derek might of been back in the day?

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Shannon