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"Me too. I think we should start thinking about kids, Der."

"We'll talk about that later Addie." Derek answered, not knowing that outside Addison's room a fuming Alex stood, waiting to enter.

Alex couldn't believe what he just heard. It was only one week ago that he and Addison had this discussion even though it went slightly different.

It was raining outside. Of course it was raining, it's Seattle. The rain was making the windows of their house blurry. Their house. There wasn't a moment that he ever regretted admitting his feelings for Addison. Every time he saw her beautiful face, every time someone let her name roll of their tongue, a smile appeared on his face. And there was no doubt she felt the same way about him. He noticed it in little things, like her snuggling closer into him in the morning, or paging him randomly during the day just because she felt like a kiss or a hug. Not to mention that she was the one who proposed moving in together. Yes, he just knew that Addison felt the same way about him. That was also why the topic 'children' didn't come as a surprise to him.

It was around nine in the evening, one of the rare one's they both weren't on duty. They'd just finished doing the dishes and Addison crawled into Alex's lap, resting her head onto his shoulder, sometimes placing kisses along his neck and cheek.

"Honey." She spoke softly waiting for him to indicate he was listening.

He moaned, "Mmmh."

"Do you want kids?" She spoke again in the same tone, not moving her head to look at him.

"With you? Yes." He answered, also not tearing his eyes away from the film they were watching.

"Good." She nodded, absently playing with the engagement ring on her finger which Alex noticed. She always played with her rings when she was doubting if she should say something.

"Do you want them right after we get married?" Alex questioned calmly.

"I want them as soon as you're ready."

"Are you ready?"

"I've been ready for 10 years."

"Right, you're old." He teased and earned himself a playful slap. In the beginning of their relationship Addison had made a big deal out of their age difference which Alex thought was incredibly cute. Now it had become a recurring joke.

"I'm ready too. But I think we should wait until after we're married because I don't know if Prada makes maternity wedding dresses. But we can practice if you want to."

"Oh, I want to." She grinned, pinning him down to their couch.

He felt himself tearing up again but tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He was not going to cry again. Walking into Addison's room, he pretended he didn't hear anything about the kids topic except for the glare he sent Derek's way.

"How are you today?" He asked Addison, sitting on the other side of her bed.

"Better. Derek's taking good care of me." She sent a smile to Derek, who returned it.

"How are the babies?" She asked, she didn't remember any of her recent patients but she knew she was head of the department so she had to know other people weren't screwing her work up.

"All fine. Your replacement sucks though." Alex answered.

Their conversation was interrupted when a worried looking Callie knocked on Addison's door.

Addison immediately looked at Derek for an explanation.

"Addison, this is Callie. Callie Torres. She's an orthopedic surgeon and she was your best friend here in Seattle." Derek explained calmly.

"No, I'm sorry I don't remember you. But you can come in though." Addison motioned for Callie to come in. She wouldn't admit it but it was hard on her that she remembered no one. Not even the person who apparently was her best friend. She took every opportunity to trigger her memory.

"I have to go, see you later." Derek said as soon as the sound of his pager filled the room. He was stopped by Addison's hand. He went back and leaned in to peck her cheek but she shifted her head, wanting Derek to give her a real kiss. Derek tried again to kiss her cheek, painfully aware that Alex was still in the room, but she didn't cave and got her way. Derek leaned in and softly kissed her on the lips. He pulled back quickly and saw Callie patting Alex's shoulder before he stormed out of the room. Derek followed him.

"You know I'm starting to think that my intern has a thing for me. He looks at me in this kind of way that I can't describe." Addison starts.

"The lines of deliciousness. " Callie smiled.

"You know those cartoons, where there's a bear or whatever, and it's starving and it looks at the table, and the table turns into this delicious cooked turkey, with like lines of deliciousness coming off it?" Callie said as soon as she caught Addison staring again. "I was not looking at him like that! Because he is the help, and I am not going to be sleeping with the help!" Addison reasoned, not believing a word she said. "I married the help!" Callie announced proudly.

"Addison? Did you even hear what I said?" Callie asked her friend, who was brought back to reality.

"Callie. Callie Torres, once Callie O'Malley. I do remember you. You married the help." Addison smiled broadly.

Callie pulled her friend into a hug and a tear made its way across her cheek. "You remember me?"

"I do, your lines of deliciousness triggered me." Addison spoke, still smiling.

"I'm so glad I have you back, Manhattan." Callie replied, giving her the nickname out of habit.

Manhattan.

"Say that again." Addison's eyes widened and the smile fell from her face.

"I'm glad I've got you back, Manhattan." Callie repeated herself, a worried and confusing look making its way across her face. "Addie are you okay?"

"Manhattan." She whispered softly.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asked, a cold look on his face.

"What are you doing here? You just pick up and leave everything, your house, your practice, your friends. You had a life in Manhattan." She retorted.

"Had." He replied coldly once again.

"And now you have a girlfriend in Seattle. She seems... sweet."

"He cheated on me." She spoke incredulously.

"Addie, how much do you remember?" Callie spoke, trying to help her.

The sadness in her eyes changed to pure venom when she saw a certain blonde entering. "Meredith Grey." She grabbed a vase with flowers from the nightstand next to her and threw them at the woman who broke her marriage, not caring who she hit.

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