"What do you think of Dylan?" Sloan asked later that night.

Mark wasn't home yet, but Addison was and they were attempting to get along. Sure, swapping opinions on baby names was just small talk, but it was a good start. It was much better than the silent treatment or than bickering back and forth at each other.

"I think of the bomb squad guy."

"The bomb squad guy?" she asked.

"Before your dad came out here, we had a patient come into the hospital. He had a bomb inside of him."

"Inside of him?" she asked.

"Inside of him," she nodded. "He built this gun and..."

"And he was Dylan?"

"No. Dylan was the bomb squad guy who was sent in to deal with it."

"Awesome."

"Well, yeah," she said as she cut up some vegetables. "I mean, he saved so many people. So that makes him awesome, I guess. But he died."

"Oh. So, I guess he's not Dylan."

"Not if you want all your dad's friends to be sorta weird about it."

"Yeah."

"Should I even be naming the baby?" she asked.

"What?"

"I mean, Mark's talked about adopting him. Meaning, technically he'll be his kid. So should he name him?"

"I think he'd want you to," she told her.

"Do you think that's weird? Mark adopting him. I mean, I'll still be living here. And I'd be my kid's sister. That's gotta screw him up at some point, right?"

"You don't want Mark to adopt him?" she asked.

While in Los Angeles, Addison had brought adoption up to Sloan. She had meant that another couple could raise the baby, but Sloan had decided against that. Mark's plan ever since Sloan told him she was pregnant was to adopt the baby. He was trying to make her life as easy as possible, that was all. Addison's talk plus Mark's plan combined seemed ideal in some ways. Sloan would be able to have a life, while still having contact with her son. That was she and Mark had decided together. Only now, Sloan was having second thoughts.

"I just don't wanna be my baby's sister."

"Have you told your dad?"

"I don't want him to think I don't trust him with the baby or something."

"Sloan, this is your son. It's your choice."

"I know," she said. "And really, everything would stay the same. I mean, I'd still need my dad's help. The baby'd just call me Mom."

"Mark loves you," she told her. "He'll understand."

"I'm not gonna like...up and leave once he's born. I can't. I have nowhere to go."

"I know."

"My dad'll just be Grandpa."

"I know," she said. "Like you said, very little changes. And I know I don't really know you, but for what it's worth, I'm really glad to see that you're thinking hard about this. That you've considered the options with your baby's best interest in mind."

"Thanks," she said.

She looked back at the list of boy names she had pulled up on her laptop.

"Even a name seems like such a huge choice. He'll have it forever, you know?"

"I'm sure you'll find a good one," she smiled. "And I think its okay to feel a little overwhelmed."

"Sorry it was just you and Sloan for dinner," Mark apologized later that night. "I thought I'd make it home and it didn't work out."

"It's okay," Addison replied, looking up from her book. "We actually talked a little."

"About...?"

"Well, first of all, the baby's fine. Niether of us saw you today to tell you that."

"She texted me."

"Oh, good."

"What did you talk about?"

"She probably should tell you this herself, but I think she's scared to."

"Why would she -?"

"She wants to keep the baby," she said. "Still live here and everything, but just not relinquish her parental rights. She thinks that legally being her kid's sister is weird. For once, I have to say, she's a little right there."

"She thought I'd be mad about that?"

"She knows you're excited about him."

"I am," he nodded. "But he'd still be in my life, and so would she. I admit I wasn't found of her giving him to strangers, but I don't have to adopt him either. It was just the first plan I had. I just want my family together."

"I think you need to go talk to her."

"Yeah," he said, getting up. "Probably."