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However, now I'm very sceptical about the upcoming chapters, including this one. Its all good and stuff, just I'm more in love with some specific parts than others. *Sigh*

Oh the woe!

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That morning provided some surprises for Derek. For one thing Addison was still in bed, her arm crooked around his neck so that her fingers could tangle in his hair. She was asleep, but he could feel her plucking lightly, twisting the black strands through her fingers. He could smell the mint on her breath suggesting that she had probably gone through her morning sickness already and had brushed her teeth to get rid of the horrible taste. Blinking his eyes into focus he looked down at her, through her spayed red hair across his chest, seeing that she was smiling slightly, noticing that she sighed whenever he took in a large breath of air, which had mixed with her perfume.

Stretching slightly, he froze when she curled into him, her hand de-tangling from his hair to rest above where his heart beat. This was definitely different. It was…awkwardly nice if that was even a phrase to be used in this situation, it fitted.

Suddenly, she turned away from him, going to her side of the bed and immediately beginning to fuss when he guessed she couldn't feel him near.

"Then why did you do it?" he grumbled, before he reached over and cuddled close to her, happy and surprised to see that she had stopped fussing.

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"I'm guessing you had the sex chat?"

Derek rolled his eyes "A man can have other reasons to smile."

"Yes" she shrugged "But you were frustrated that you hadn't been intimate with Addison, so sue me for making links."

He chuckled "No, I didn't have sex."

"Ok…so what did happen?"

"I made some realisations."

She motioned for him to continue.

"Well-" he shifted his chair "I know that she needs me." he struggled to explain "Its like she normally puts a stubborn lid on things, but I guess we both know that we gravitate towards each other because we want to…on some very deep, deep level."

"Is this relating to the nocturnal Addison?" she flicked back through her notes "You've described some cuddling before?"

He smiled again "Its different than it was last time, she fusses this time, like she hates it if she doesn't know someone is there with her."

"Hmm" she wrote on her notes then looked up when she was finished "Tell me Derek, because of this new reaction, do you feel the pregnancy is still selfish?"

He looked thoughtful "No."

"No?"

"No." he cracked his knuckles briefly "It got promoted to scary."

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"Hey." he said, throwing down his keys into the little dish by the sink.

"Hi, how was your day?"

"Good thanks." he looked at her, noting the concentrated look on her face, her hands cradling her belly "Addison? Are you ok?"

"Huh?" she looked up "Yeah I'm fine, just seeing something."

"Care to share?"

She sighed then dropped her hands from her stomach, flopping backwards on the bed carefully "Three hours. I've been sat here for three hours trying to feel something." she looked up at him "The baby kicked earlier."

"Really?"

She smiled "Yeah." she lay back down, sighing as she replaced her hands back onto her belly.

Shedding his jacket, he began to share himself dinner then ate at the small table when it was sufficiently heated "The baby will kick again, just be patient I guess."

"I guess." she sat up and began taking unbuttoning her blouse, his view obstructed by the closet door she had now opened. When it had closed, she was already in her night gown "I'm sorry you missed it though, it would have been nice." she sniffed at her skin "I'm going to go shower now."

He nodded "Don't worry it'll happen again."

She rubbed at her stomach, nodded then closed the bathroom door behind her, the spray of the water loud enough for Derek to hear through the thin door, then the undertones of her tuneless humming as she washed her hair.

Nearing the end of his meal, he heard the shower stop abruptly, then he waited hearing her sudden gasp.

"Addison?!" he dropped his fork and went to stand by the door "Addison what's wrong?" he heard her shuffle inside before the door knob turned beneath him and she stood in her towel "Addie…"

She put her hand up, hushing him, then rotated her hips, gasping again when she felt a thump "The baby's kicking!"

"What?" he looked at her dumbly.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled him towards their bedroom, inviting him to sit with her.

"Wait a second." she began swivelling her hips, making the mattress shift as she did so "Are your hands warm?"

He flexed the fingers, "They're ok."

"Good." she took his hand, then shifting some of the thick terry cloth out of the way, then she bared her stomach and placed his hand on her rounded tummy "Any minute now." she breathed, concentration across her features as if she was trying to urge the baby to kick.

They sat there for about five minutes, her hips shifting back and forth hoping that she was shifting the baby. He let out a huge yawn, switching hands and rotating the wrist of the one that had been on duty, when she stilled.

"Addi-" he stopped, looking down at his hand, his eyes widened. There was a soft thump, followed by another, then another until finally came the hardest kick of all causing his hand to jump slightly.

"Ow." she frowned.

Derek rubbed the spot slowly, then felt more slow thumps softer this time, almost remorseful "I guess baby's sorry."

She nodded then rubbed at her arms "I need to get dressed."

"Oh right." he stood up "I'll give you some privacy." he said, walking to the kitchen nook and emptying the remains of his dinner in the bin.

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She was always running. This bit, this bit he could handle. He could handle the running; the running in all essence was fine. In fact he liked the running, it was understandable and it meant she was safer for at least another couple of minutes.

Then it began to change. The greens and browns vanished, the animal sounds disappeared but they were still running. Running on a wide dirt track, their footsteps scuffled along out of sync and their breathing became laboured, heavier as they both ran faster. At this point he always tried calling to her, shouting, screaming, bawling till his throat was raw. Then she stopped. He could see how close to the edge she was and by now it would take nothing just for her to jump. He always began pleading with her then, holding out his arms, kneeling on the floor, begging her not to walk any further and then she would turn to him and smile, smile to say that she would be ok, that she didn't need him anymore, and before he could grab her, she'd jump, her red hair flailing behind her as he scrambled to look over the edge.

"Derek!"

He woke up, adjusting to the darkness, before he turned his head slowly and looked at her, her eyes large with worry.

"What happened?"

He frowned at her question "I…I dunno."

She nodded, then pulled the covers back going over to the kitchen and filling a glass up with water, taking a few sips herself before she handed it to him. He sat up and took the glass from her, watching as she ambled away to the bathroom to pee. She came back as he set the glass on the small table next to him, crawling into the covers once more, lying flat on her back.

"We don't have to talk about it."

He bobbed in response, then she turned, allowing him to pull her close, a solitary kick against his hand.

The kicking was such a bonding moment then WHAM! She needs to get dressed, and he's going to give her some privacy.

I honestly don't know.

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