Gorgeous

A Grey's Anatomy fic by Gigi

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own a single shred of Grey's Anatomy, its characters or Shonda, otherwise you would be seeing my story lines Thursdays at 9 on ABC, not on this.

Chapter 3: Through the Bedroom Door

A/N: Once again, I am so pumped that people are enjoying this story! In two chapters, I've gotten more reviews than some fics that have seven or eight chapters in them. That's huge, and I really appreciate it. Hopefully, this huge response will keep on coming. Enjoy!

Addison's eyelids fluttered open at the sound of her BlackBerry blaring obnoxiously, begging to either be picked up or thrown against the wall. Groaning, she turned her head toward the LCD digital clock on the nightstand and seriously considered doing the latter when she saw it was five thirty in the morning. Only one person could be calling that early. Bizzy.

Mumbling underneath her breath, she finally reached and retrieved her phone, squinting in the bright light the screen gave off when she held it close to her face to read the caller ID. Yep. Mommy Dearest was calling.

"Hello?" she greeted blearily.

"You got married and didn't tell me?" her mother's shrill voice demanded from the other end of the line. As soon as her mother started talking—ranting, more like—about how much she'd done for Addison, and how she deserved to know when her own daughter had remarried her ex-husband, Addison slipped out of bed and started putting on a robe. Unfortunately, the culmination of the ringing phone, the screeching from Bizzy and the movement of Addison leaving the bed was enough to rouse Derek from his exhausted slumber. When he saw his "wife" dressing herself in a soft, plush white robe, he made a face and reached for the tie.

"Stop that," Addison hissed, lightly slapping his hand away from the belt and tightening it.

"What did you just say?" Bizzy asked, affronted.

"I wasn't talking to you, Mother," Addison explained exasperatedly as she started meandering around the hotel room.

"It's rude to have a conversation with someone else while you're on the phone, Addison," her mother scolded.

"I'm well aware," the redhead answered dryly. "Anyway, you were saying?"

Derek watched in the weak light of the sun just starting its ascent from the point where it still wasn't visible on the horizon as Addison continued to pace around in an annoyed manner while her mother pattered on about how betrayed she felt. Finally, Addison decided she had had enough and stopped walking – conveniently right next to Derek's side of the bed.

"Look, Bizzy," Addison started, not noticing Derek's slow, but steady removal of the belt that held the robe closed. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you about Derek and me, and I promise that next month, we will come and visit you, and then you can reconnect with your son-in-law, but right now I have to go." By this time, Addison felt a tugging on her waist, thanks to Derek's insistence that she get back into bed. Turning her head over her shoulder to look at him, she saw that he had that mischievous spark in his eyes. That could only mean—"Bye!" she squealed before dissolving into giggles at Derek's fingers attacking her stomach to make her fall back onto the bed with him. "Be patient!" Addison admonished playfully, hanging up her phone and letting Derek pull her in for a lengthy kiss.

"Good morning," Derek smiled when they had separated.

"Morning," Addison replied sarcastically. "Bizzy's livid."

"What else is new?" Derek asked wryly. He inched the robe open so that he could have a really good morning, the way they'd used to wake each other up back when they were first married.

"Well, you're going to have to pull yourself away from Seattle for a weekend next month," Addison continued, ignoring his advances so that she could focus on getting across to him. "My mother is insisting we go see her in Connecticut so we can start making it up to her for not letting her know about the 'wedding.'"

"Next month?" Derek repeated, to which Addison gave a tentative nod, biting her lip softly in apprehension. All she could think of was how much she was enjoying this—and how much she wanted to fake being married to him. She didn't want him to say no. "I could do that."

Addison's face lit up. "Really?" Now it was Derek's turn to nod, except his was far from apprehensive. With a squeal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in for another long, thankful kiss. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she expressed when she pulled away. "You just saved me from a very long and unpleasant conversation with my mother about lying about my marital status."

"Glad to be of service," Derek laughed. "Now take off that robe so I can have a proper wake up call."

8D

Day Three of the conference consisted mostly of Addison and Derek floating around and visiting whatever lectures suited their fancy. Well, they floated around until two o'clock, when Addison's lecture began, and he'd insisted that his daughter and newly reinstated son-in-law attend. Why, neither Addison nor Derek had a clue. But then again, with the Captain, the "why" never really made a difference. When the Captain wanted you to do something, you did it. Questioning it would only give you a headache.

So at two o'clock, Addison and Derek filed into the lecture hall behind a crowd of people who were obviously professors at various medical schools. They even recognized a few as their former teachers at Columbia Med. The hall was set up in rows of long desks that each ran roughly half the width of the room to allow for an aisle between the left and right columns. Addison and Derek took two seats in the middle row on the right hand side so that they were neither too close nor too far away from the Captain; either one would have excited comment from him had they not sat exactly the right distance away from him. The Captain himself stood beside the podium at the front of the hall, smiling serenely at the group as he waited, with his hands in his pockets and his weight on one leg, for everyone to find their seats. His eyes alighted on his little redhead and her companion, and his smile grew just a hair bigger for them. More for her than for the companion, though. Derek didn't need a crystal ball to know that.

Addison sat with her legs crossed and her left hand intertwined with Derek's right. While she was riveted by listening to her father speak—she told Derek that it reminded her of when she was nine and sat in the back of his classes removing the skin off a hotdog—Derek spent the majority of the time not paying the slightest attention to the Captain and simply gazing at the two rings glittering on Addison's fourth finger. He remembered the day he grasped her left hand and touched two strikingly similar rings on that same finger, all but glaring at Addison for still wearing them right after the divorce had been finalized. Now he came close to stroking those rings, mentally slapping himself for being so harsh and heartless towards her during her first—and only—year in Seattle.

That memory, that regret, was like a cold rush of water being poured onto his head, and he wanted desperately for that sensation to subside. Leaning over, he whispered, "Hey, Addie, will you go out to dinner with me tonight?"

Addison's face transformed from being one of interest and focus to being one of shock and curiosity. Turning her head slowly, she searched Derek for any indication that he was joking. "Like on a date?" she replied just as softly. He nodded. "Seriously?" He nodded again. A look of wonderment entered her eyes as a smile inched its way onto her face. "I'd love to."

"Great," he breathed. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'll make reservations at your favorite restaurant, okay?"

"Okay," Addison smiled before turning back to face forward. After a few seconds of listening to her father, she retracted her hand from Derek's and instead wrapped her arms around his and leaned her head on his shoulder. As she did, a small, softly spoken sentence escaped her throat that kept a light feeling in Derek's chest for the rest of the lecture. "I'm really happy you're my husband."

It wasn't even those six words themselves that set a spring in his proverbial step. Of course, they did their part in making him grin like an idiot, but that wasn't all. She'd left out any insinuation that their relationship was a fake one.

Derek's eyes widened when he realized that was why he was so giddy all of a sudden.

In three short days, he had fallen in love with the woman resting her head on his shoulder all over again, hook, line and sinker.

A/N: Okay, so now we're at about the length of my normal chapters. The previous two chapters were like normal chapters on steroids, but, like steroids, too much of more than normal can have its detrimental effects. Maybe not to you awesome readers, but to me, the writer who can't be so exhausted from one chapter that she can't update any of her other fics. I hope you weren't spoiled by my long first two chapters, though! Don't worry. The chapters may be shorter now, but the writing, hopefully, will stay as consistent as possible. I mean, I hope I'll improve over time, but it shouldn't get any worse. I'm rambling now, so I'll end with a closing statement: REVIEW!