At the restaurant
Derek sat at one side of the table and Addison was across from him. The two of them hadn't said much to one another since they left the hospital. "Are you going to speak to me?" Addison asked as she looked up from her menu.
Derek placed his menu down on the table and picked up his wine glass, sipping it slowly. He then nodded his head at Addison's question. "Yes." Derek replied. He couldn't help regret no telling Meredith sooner. Once again he hurt her. "I should have told her earlier today." Derek muttered, but he knew Addison knew what he said.
Addison looked down, glad that Derek was going to talk to her. The question was when. She looked up when Derek muttered something, she understood him perfectly. "At least she knows." Addison said.
Derek nodded. "But it's not how I wanted her to find out." Derek replied, looking down. He wanted to tell Meredith. He didn't want to find Addison and him together.
"I know." Addison replied, looking back at her menu. "Let's just forget about it and focus on us, okay?" Addison asked. She didn't want to talk about Meredith; tonight was about the both of them. Not Meredith and Derek.
Derek nodded his head. "Yea okay." Derek said as he picked his menu back up and began looking at it again. "I'm going to go with the Basil Salmon. Since I won't be able to have trout for a while, might as well get some kind of fish." Derek said as he smiled. He was willing to give up the trailer, it wasn't a problem.
Addison laughed slightly as she heard what Derek was ordering. "I'm going to go with the Chicken Marsala and a small salad." Addison replied, looking up from her menu then closing it and placing it on the table.
Derek nodded, and then placed his menu down on the table. "Are we going to go back to the hospital and get your car?" Derek asked, unsure what she wanted to do.
Addison shook her head; she didn't want to go back to the hospital. "No, we can leave it there." Addison replied. She just wanted to go to Derek's trailer and spend time with him, that's it. She just hoped they weren't going to be paged.
"Okay." Derek replied, noticing their waiter walking to their table. "What can I get the two of you?" He asked as he looked at both of them. "She will have a small salad and the Chicken Marsala and I'll have the Basil Salmon." Derek told the waiter as he looked at Addison. The waiter nodded his head and walked away.
"Are we going to take it slow this time around?" Addison asked. She didn't want to rush into everything, then it would just end badly like it did before and she didn't want that. She couldn't go through another break up with Derek.
"I think that would be a good idea." Derek replied. He wanted to take it slow so that this time maybe it would last. He didn't want it to crash and burn. "Are you going to announce it to the hospital or just Richard?" Derek asked, knowing the staff at the hospital. Everyone will know in a matter of minutes.
"Just Richard." Addison told Derek. She didn't want the whole hospital knowing, even though they probably already did. She shouldn't have put her arms around Derek neck; there were too many people around, too many Seattle Grace Staff members.
Derek nodded his head. He understood why Addison would just want to tell Richard. Then again, Meredith will probably tell Cristina, which then all of the interns will know. And some nurse or resident will hear them and spread the word.
Twenty minutes later.
The waiter had then brought over their dinner. He placed Addison plat and salad bowl in front of her then Derek's plate in front of him. "Thank You." Derek said politely, picking up his fork when the waiter left. "Dig in." Derek said as he smiled.
Derek smiled as he waiter brought their food. Addison nodded at Derek and picked up her fork and began eating her salad. She loves the restaurant. Her favorite one in Seattle, but it's not better than her favorites in New York.
Derek took a bit of his salmon. It was to die for. Then again Derek loves any seafood. "Good, right?" Derek asked, already knowing the answer to that question. But it's nice to ask.
"Delicious." Addison replied as she smiled, and then picking up her knife and cutting a piece of her Chicken Marsala and eating it. "Want a bite?" Addison asked Derek, they always shared the dinner when they went out, though it depended on what they got.
Derek shook his head. "No thanks." Derek replied, eating some more of his salmon. "Want a bite?" Derek asked Addison, knowing she would say no or ew, something like that.
Addison squirmed and shook her head. "No way." Addison said, continuing to eat her Chicken Marsala. The last thing she wanted to eat is salmon or any other fish, like trout for example.
After dinner, Derek and Addison decided just to get coffee and not desert. Addison was full so she didn't want to eat anymore. While Derek could eat a whole turkey and still have room for more. Addison and Derek walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand walking to Derek's car. He opened the door for Addison and closed it, then getting into the driver's side. Derek turned on the car, but didn't pull out of the parking lot. He leaned over and kissed Addison on her lips. She smiled against her lips and pulled away. "Let's go home." Addison said as he put her seat belt on.
Derek nodded his head. He put his seat belt on and pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward his trailer.