A/N: Hey guys. Here's chapter six. I've decided to do probably one more chapter of this, and then jump ahead to the future. What do you think?

"What's your name?"

The extremely young, blonde nurse cowered slightly under Mark's glare. She looked down at the chart she was reading, pretending to think that he was talking to someone else.

"You," Mark growled, getting right in her face. "What. is. your. name?"

"Lily Brown," she whispered.

"Did you answer the phone just now when Dr. Montgomery called?"

"Yes, sir."

"And before, when the elementary school nurse called for one of the Shepherds?"

She lowered her head. "Yes."

"Look at me. When someone calls about a doctor's child, you find them. It's that simple. If my wife hadn't been home, that little boy would have been stuck at school all day when he was sick, and it would have been your fault. Do you understand me?"

She nodded.

"I said, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Dr. Sloan. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Good. See that it doesn't."

- -

Mark walked into the scrub room of the OR in which the Shepherd team was operating, and found Derek just washing up.

"Ah, Dr. Shepherd, just the man I was looking for."

"Hello Dr. Sloan. What can I do for you?"

"Your son is at my house," Mark told him, smiling.

Derek raised his eyebrows, drying his hands and following Mark out of the scrub room. "Why is Caleb at your house? He should still be in school."

"He got sick. Addison picked him up."

Derek's jaw tightened. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Some dumb nurse answered the phone. I took care of it, don't worry."

"Is Addie okay with him? I'm not technically off for an hour, but if she's still feeling really bad I'll go get him now."

"She said she was feeling better. I'm sure they'll be fine for an hour."

"Okay. Thanks, Mark."

- -

Derek, for the second time in as many days, let himself into the Sloan household with his key. As there was no sign of anyone downstairs, he walked to the second level, calling Addison's name softly.

"In here," she called back from the bedroom, equally as soft.

He walked into the bedroom and saw his ex-wife lying in bed, propped up on one elbow, with his six year old curled up on his stomach next to her. The TV was playing quietly, and Addison was rubbing Caleb's back, the little boy just on the verge of sleep.

"Hi," she said, smiling up at Derek.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"A lot better, thank you," Addison said softly. "Your little guy's not feeling so well though. He was fine when I picked him up, but he got sick again about twenty minutes ago."

Derek cringed. "I'm sorry. I wish they had gotten through to me. You shouldn't have to be taking care of my kid."

Addison smiled affectionately at the little boy next to her. "This is what godmothers are for, Derek."

"Well, thank you."

"It's not a problem, really."

"Do you need anything before I take him?"

Addison shook her head. "No, I'm fine," she said, so Derek pulled back the covers and lifted his son into his arms. "I'm actually thinking of going back to sleep."

Derek straightened up holding Caleb and frowned. "Are you sure you're okay? You're looking a little pale."

"I'm recovering from the flu, Derek," Addison pointed out. "Pale kind of comes with the territory. Go, take your son home. I'm just going to get some more rest before I have to go back to work in the morning."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then. Thanks again."

- -

Addison woke up again, hours later, to a tiny pair of lips on her face. They moved from her forehead, to her cheek, to her nose before Addison finally opened her eyes.

"Hi," Emma chirped when her mother finally responded to her kisses and sat up.

Addison pulled her daughter into her lap and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey babydoll. Did you just get home?"

"No. Dinner's ready."

"Daddy made dinner?"

"Mmhmm, c'mon," Emma said, scampering down off the bed. Addison dragged herself out of bed and combed her hair back into a ponytail with her hands.

Mark met her at the door to the kitchen with a mug of herbal tea which he set on the counter before pulling Addison into his arms. "Hey," he whispered.

"Hi," Addison replied, resting her head against his chest for a few seconds. "You cooked?"

"I did," Mark said, pulling away and handing her the tea.

She wrapped her hands around the mug and inhaled the steam coming off of the tea. "Mmm, thanks."

Mark just smiled, and crossed to the stove where the spaghetti sauce was simmering. "Dinner is served ladies," he said, dishing three plates up with pasta and sauce.

"Alright, Missy Em, let's get you settled," Addison said, lifting her daughter into her booster seat. "This is quite the outfit you've got on here pumpkin," she teased, aiming more at her husband than the little girl.

"That was low, Add," Mark growled playfully as he carried plates of spaghetti over and set them in front of his girls.

Addison laughed, seating herself next to Emma. "I'm sorry sweetie; did Mommy hurt your feelings? It's not your fault Daddy has no fashion sense."

"It's otay, Mommy."

"Don't worry, Mommy will help you get dressed tomorrow," Mark assured his daughter, as he went back for his own plate.

"Soon you'll be getting yourself dressed," Addison said, her eyes just the slightest bit misty.

"Aww, look at Mommy, Em. She's crying," Mark cooed, leaning over the table to press a kiss to the top of his wife's head as he sat down.

"So what if I am," Addison said, wiping at her eyes. "My little girl is growing up."

"We could always have another one," Mark suggested, only half-joking.

"I hope you're serious about that."

Mark looked up from his spaghetti, slightly shocked. Addison had been pretty adamant until recently that she wasn't ready for another kid. "I am," Mark said sincerely, glancing at Emma. "Especially if it means I get some you-know-what," he added, his tone light and playful.

"The you-know-what part of the equation was taken care of two weeks ago, Mark."

Mark smiled, remembering the night that Emma had slept over at the Shepherds until his wife's words finally dawned on him…at which point he grinned.

"Really?" he asked, smiling to the point where Addison thought his face might split in two. She laughed and nodded. "Stand up."

"What?" Addison asked, his reaction not quite what she had expected.

"I know it's cliché, but I really need to pick you up and spin you around right now," Mark said, making his way over to her chair.

Addison threw her head back and laughed as her husband tugged her out of her chair. He did just as he said he would and spun her around in his arms while she squealed with laughter.

When he finally set her down, she giggled breathlessly and he pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Emma too!" Emma cheered from her seat, loving the sight of her parents so happy.

Mark laughed and picked Emma up, sandwiching her between them. "Mommy and Daddy love you so much, baby."