A/N: Here's chapter 2, finally! I'm really sorry I took so long but I was so busy and I've had exchange students in my home for half a week, but here it is.:)

I'll try to upload the chapters from 'Behind the pokerface' and 'Fighting for you' before Wednesday, because I'll be gone for half a week then, but well, you'll see.:P

Have fun and, of course, review!:)

Why did she always do that? Why did she always have to take care of others before taking care of herself? He knew that was just how she was and he loved her for it – yes, he just admitted he loved her, but that was old news, actually – but he was a grown man, capable of making his own decisions. He had already known whom he was going to choose, he had known long before Violet had shown up. He had known the moment Addison had told him that maybeshe could be in love with him too. He had known that the woman for whom he had fallen for so easily two years ago had gotten him falling for her again even harder. He loved her and he was ready to have a family with her. He had gotten a small glimpse of how that would be and he had loved it. Now she just had to let him talk to her long enough to tell her just that, because she had to know, she had to know he chose her, not Violet.

He didn't know how he had fallen for her so fast again… after he had stood her up – which he had always regretted – they had become close friends and he had even been the one she would tell about her problems with men – though he hadn't always liked it. Maybe he had been jealous of the men that had been able to be in a relationship with Addison Montgomery. Maybe he had just been a protective friend. All he knew was that he hadn't liked any of them. Not the cop, not the arrogant doctor from the floor he now worked on, not the married guy… It was not that she had dated a lot of men – because she hadn't, at least, not in the time she had been in LA. It was just that they hadn't screwed up their chance with her, and because of that, they had obtained everything he had wanted and not gotten; being with her.

Now that he finally had her, he wasn't going to screw it up or throw it away, it had only been about two or three months since they had first slept together and now he already knew for sure he loved her. Before he had met her, he had been sure that was impossible, so now that he knew it could happen, he would do everything to keep it. He didn't know how, he just knew she was the most amazing woman he had ever met and she made him smile the biggest grin possible. She was just special.

She had been the first woman he had dared fall for since Anna, and she had been the first woman – besides Violet, since she had been his shrink – he had told about Anna. She had been the first light after the dark because her smile lit up the whole room. She had been the one who had made him so happy he had forgotten about the sad periods in his life. She had made him forgive Anna, because there wasn't anything to be mad about anymore. She was the woman that had changed his life just by walking into it and he wanted her back, because he couldn't imagine his life without her.

But he knew her, and he knew how stubborn she could be. He knew that she wouldn't listen to him. He had to find a way to talk to her, a way to get around the protective walls she had probably already built up around her.

He suddenly realized he had arrived at work and parked his car, getting out and locking it before walking towards the building. He tried to ignore the little bit of hope he had of seeing her when he would walk into the building, knowing it wouldn't happen.

To his surprise he did see her, but he only got a glimpse, because when he walked into the building a familiar flash of red caught his attention and just as he looked her way, he saw the doors of the elevator starting to close. He wanted to sprint to the elevator and yell 'hold the doors', but he knew he didn't have to. He wouldn't make it on time and she wouldn't hold the doors, he knew she wouldn't.

He couldn't understand how she could give that up. Them. The knowing exactly how someone would react or how someone would deal with something in a certain situation. The knowing almost everything about the other person and loving him or her even more because of that. The special feeling one got when seeing the other person. The feeling only that one other person could give you. She was that other person for him and he had thought he was that for her too.

He knew the cute and personal things; like the sound she would make when she turned around in her sleep or how she actually really couldn't cook. Those were the things only someone you are very intimate with knows and he had been that someone for her. He loved her despite her flaws – which she didn't even have according to him. How could she throw all that away; being the family she had always wanted, having someone that knows you through and through and that you can tell everything without having to be afraid of what he or she might think. That was what they had had and what she had thrown away so easily. That was what he couldn't live without anymore.

He sighed and slowly walked towards the elevator, pushing the button and staring off into space. He knew she had seen him, he knew because she had quickly looked down, a pained expression on her face. And he had stared at her like an idiot, because he had never been able to keep his eyes off her and he couldn't look at her whenever he wanted anymore. No matter how much he wanted her back, it would take time to get her to realize they could be together, because she still thought he loved Violet instead of her. Even if he could convince her he loved her, she would still feel guilty because of Violet. He would convince her, though, he had to.

The elevator finally arrived and he got in the little cabin, pushing the button for the third floor. He looked up when he heard footsteps and immediately regretted it as he saw the one woman he actually didn't want to see. Violet. It wasn't that he hated her, he just wasn't ready. He needed Addison back first, because she was the one that kept him from going crazy, she was the one that kept him going. She would be the one that would make him strong enough to confront Violet.

Violet stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed him and he quickly broke eye contact when he saw the look in her eyes, cursing the elevator for being so slow. He needed to get out of there. He needed to get out of that very uncomfortable situation.

The doors eventually closed and he let out a sigh of relief, thanking the doors for finally saving him. He suddenly realized that he hadn't even thought about Violet until he had seen her, which made him even surer; he was over Violet. All he had been thinking about since last night's events was Addison. At first he had been shocked, not able to believe she had really done that. When the shock finally wore off, he had gotten mad, he had gotten furious. If he hadn't had Lucas in his arms, he would've punched the wall. He hadn't been mad for very long – which was strange, actually – because he had known it wouldn't help. He wouldn't get Addison back by being mad; it would only drive her further away. Then, when he wasn't that mad anymore, he realized she was really gone, and he got immensely sad. He hadn't been able to sleep much, he had just thought about her, about how happy they had been, and how he was going to get that back.

And now, however, he was still sad, but there was also confusion. He couldn't understand why. Why couldn't they talk about it before she ran off? Why couldn't she give him a chance to say something? Why did Violet have to come back and suddenly want to be a family? Why had he not told Addison he loved her? Why was Addison so sure he didn't?

When the doors opened, he stepped out. Picking up his patients' files for the day at the receptionist's desk he walked towards his office, noticing Sheldon had asked him for a consult. He sighed, not looking forward to it at all. He would just go by later, all he wanted to do now was go to his office and think.

He walked into his office and sat down behind his desk, staring at the picture on his desk that showed the three of them together, a little family. They looked so happy, with twinkling eyes and enormous smiles on their faces.

Mommy's smile.

Yeah, Lucas' smile kind of looked like Addison's… It had freaked her out, but it had been even better after that. She had been and always would be more of a mother to Lucas than Violet, because she had witnessed all the important firsts. His first smile, his first word, his first step…

He sighed, this definitely wasn't helping. He needed to do something… the problem was that his first patient wasn't until ten, so he still had an hour to kill. He decided he'd go to Sheldon to get him to fill him in on his patient, since he had nothing else to do and he would just think about Addison when he would wait in his office.

He got up from behind his desk and walked out of his office towards Sheldon's. Not expecting anyone to be there except for Sheldon; he just opened the door without knocking and walked in, not noticing the other person until he was already talking.

"Hey, Sheldon. Do you have…" He started, but trailed off when he saw who was sitting on Sheldon's couch. Addison. She didn't look very happy to see him, but at least now he could look at her without doors preventing him from doing so. He studied her face and instantly knew she hadn't slept well either. He could see the hurt in her eyes and wanted to do nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and comfort her, but he couldn't do that anymore, she wouldn't let him.

"Addison…" He started, trailing off. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask her if she was okay, if they could talk… he wanted to ask, say, so much. He looked into her eyes, looking for answers, not finding them. What he saw was sadness, and it killed him, but it also showed him that she cared, that this wasn't how she wanted it to be, and that gave him hope.

"Pete…" she spoke quietly, staring into his eyes before snapping out of her trance. She quickly got up and avoided his eyes. "I have to… go." She pointed to the door and gave Sheldon a small smile before she quickly walked towards the door.

When she had gone, Pete looked at Sheldon. "What do you know?" he demanded, trying to sound not too eager.

Sheldon looked around nervously. "I… she didn't tell me much…" he responded.

"What did she tell you about us? About how she feels?" Pete asked, looking at him pleadingly. "I know you have patient confidentiality, but just tell me why." He continued when he didn't get an answer.

Sheldon sighed. "Violet loves you, Violet is Lucas' mother, you love Violet…" he summed up, as if he was telling him what he had eaten the day before. "Addison… She can't be the one to stand in the way of other people's happiness, she just can't. She will not let herself do that because she won't be able to live with it," he added.

"Yeah, I know." He smiled a dreamy smile at the thought of her.

Sheldon smiled back when he noticed. He then voiced a question that he was sure had already been on Pete's mind for a while. "Do you still love Violet?" he asked, when secretly, he was actually asking 'Do you love Addison?'

Pete looked at him for a while. "I don't know… I think I'll always love her, you know. I mean, she's the mother of my child… But – since you actually want to know if I love Addison" He gave Sheldon a knowing look. "I don't love her the way I love Addison, not anymore. Addison… she's different, she's more," he responded, making Sheldon smile a surprised smile.

He nodded appreciatively at him. "Good…"

Pete gave him a small smile, one that slowly made place for a serious expression. "But she thinks I don't… she thinks I still love Violet, but I don't understand why..." He started, but stopped when he saw a look of realization cross Sheldon's face. "What do you know?"

Sheldon looked at him for a moment and then sighed, looking defeated. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, so…"

"I won't tell her, just…" tell me.

Sheldon nodded. "Okay, good… Okay, so when you were both sick a couple of weeks ago, you told her something that kind of… stayed with her…"

Pete frowned. "How do you mean, 'stayed with her'? What did I say?"

Sheldon hesitated for a moment. "You probably don't remember…" He started, not really wanting to continue. Pete however just looked at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "You said 'I love you, Violet' to her." Sheldon finally finished.

Pete raised his eyebrows. "So that's why…" he trailed off, not able to finish his sentence.

Sheldon nodded. "Yeah."

"I… I need to go… think," he told him, walking out of the door.

He stormed into his office, sliding into his chair and sighing deeply. How could he have been so stupid? Now he understood. Now he knew why she thought he loved Violet, why she believed it would be better if she would leave him. She was so wrong though, and he would prove it to her.

He looked at the picture again, not able to stop a smile from forming on his lips when he saw her.

Mommy's smile.

Her smile, her smile was the most beautiful one he had ever seen. It was bright, happy, kind… there were not enough words to describe it. Her smile… her smile was… Addison Forbes Montgomery. That was the only description. Everything about her was Addison, and that was what made her so damn special. She was a 100% real, nothing fake, nothing the same as someone else. She had her own style, her own voice, eyes, smile, laugh, hair… everything about her screamed 'Addison' and he would get back every piece of her. This time he wouldn't give up.

A/N: So, that was it.:P I hope you liked it. It was quite long because there was so much I wanted to happen. It's not really everything that I wanted, but well, at least I uploaded it.:)

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