AN: I wrote most of this while drunk... I have no idea how that will affect the fial product. Thank God for spell check! PS, things will progress pretty quickly from here. So... Yeah.

PS: I thought I'd move things up a bit and I have a poll question at the end...


Once Mark had slipped out the next morning, Addison headed into the kitchen for a little breakfast and interrogation. Callie looked up from her newspaper and grinned like the cat that had just eaten the canary. She wanted answers and Addison knew it.

"It turned into a slumber party," Addison told her as she sat down at the table. "A slumber party that my parents would not have approved of."

"So what happened?" Callie leaned forward, clearly anticipating what Addison had to say. "Sex?"

"We talked a little and then we cuddled," Addison said. She waited until Callie sighed unhappily. "And then we had sex."

"I knew it!" Callie clapped her hands together. "Good sex?"

"Callie, it could have been the worst sex I'd ever had and it would have been awesome," Addison dead-panned. "Luckily though, it would have been awesome even if I'd been getting it every day for months."

"That good huh?"

Addison nodded. "It was that good. Actually, it was that good twice."

"Whore." Callie laughed and shook her head. "So what are you then?"

"Sex buddies who happen to be in love with and are expecting a baby with each other." Addison shrugged. "We're not a couple."

"But you love him?" Callie asked.

"I don't know," Addison said and took a bite of cereal. "He's Mark for God's sake."

"Whatever." Callie rolled her eyes and started chanting, "Addie loves Mark. Addie loves Mark."

Addison groaned. "I blame the hormones."

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"So we get to find out what the sex is?" Mark asked two days later. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Addison told him with a nod and laid back on the hospital bed. "Excited?"

Mark grinned and grabbed her hand. "I've never been so excited in my life. Do you think it's a boy or girl?"

"I don't know." Addison shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"I guess not," Mark said, looking up as Elliot Paige wandered into the room. "But if it's a girl she'll be locked in her room until she's thirty." He paused. "Or until I'm dead."

Elliot chuckled. "You sound like just about every father-to-be I've ever heard."

"Including himself," Addison piped in. "His daughter's fifteen and he refuses to let her date until she's eighteen."

"I commend you," Mark said, saluting Elliot as he placed the jelly on Addison's bare stomach. She shivered. "Cold?"

"Uh huh."

Elliot placed the wand on her stomach and smiled as the babies heartbeat filled the room. He stared intently at the picture on the screen and then looked up at Mark. "Well it looks like you have nothing to worry about. It's a boy."

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Addison grimaced and shook her head.

"What's wrong with Oliver?" Callie asked. "I happen to think it's a sweet name."

"I happen to think a name like that will get my kid's ass kicked on a daily basis," Mark countered as he took Callie's empty plate to the sink. "How about Mark Jr?"

"That's stupid," Callie shot at him. "Lucas."

"Manly Callie." Mark rolled his eyes. "We're going for manly here."

"What about a family name?" Callie suggested. "Addison, what's your Dad's name?"

"James Alexander," Addison told her. "Look, why don't we just wait until he pops out and figure it out then."

"Good idea." Mark nodded in agreement. "You never really know what to name a kid until you see him. I mean, what if we agree on Lucas and he's a total Mark Jr?"

Addison rolled her eyes.

"Well name the kid whatever you want," Callie said and stood up. "I've got to call George."

Addison watched her leave and then turned to Mark. "It seems so much more real now, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"We're really having a baby."

"Yeah."

"A boy."

"Yeah."

"What are we?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I mean, you've practically moved back in here," Addison said, shrugging. "Are we just friends with benefits that happen to be having a child or are we something more?"

"Do you want to be something more?" Mark asked.

"I don't know," Addison said quietly. "There's just a lot to work out."

"Why don't we take it slow?" Mark suggested. "We'll do it right this time."

Addison snorted.

"Shut up."

"So we're dating?" Addison asked, lifting her eyebrows.

"Sure." Mark pulled her chair closer to him and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Dating has a nice ring to it."

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The next day Addison had off so Callie and Lisa decided to turn the day into one giant shopping trip. Both Callie and Lisa were planning to drop quite a bit on baby clothes and Addison was in desperate need of maternity wear that was actually up to her standards.

"So when are you two planning to go back to Seattle?" Lisa asked as she ran her hand over a tiny pink dress. "Or do you plan to have Mark Jr here?"

"We haven't really thought about it yet," Addison said, studying a blue onsie. "I guess we'll figure it out at some point."

"You know you only have a limited time before you're grounded right?" Callie sighed. "Why can't you be having a girl? These dresses are adorable."

Addison rolled her eyes. "Maybe we'll wait for a few months after he's born."

"I doubt Richard will appreciate that," Callie snorted.

"I have maternity leave," Addison said. "And Mark said he had as much time as he wanted."

"I'm just saying that I don't know how happy Richard will be waiting for Mark to come take over," Callie said with a shrug. "I mean, maybe he'll change his mind."

"What are you talking about?" Addison looked up at Callie. "Change his mind about what?"

"Mark hasn't told you?" Callie looked at Lisa and then back to Addison.

"Told me what?" Addison said slowly.

"George told me that the board finally announced the new Chief of Surgery a few days ago," Callie said nonchalantly. "It's Mark."

"Sloan?" Lisa scoffed. "Wow."

"Apparently he really wow'ed them in his last interview."

"When was that?"

"About a week before he came out here. But since he's been on leave they didn't want to announce it."

Addison clucked her tongue. "Well hell."

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"So were you ever planning to tell me?" Addison asked over dinner that night.

Mark looked at her curiously. "Tell you what?"

"About being named Chief," Addison said nonchalantly and buttered her roll.

Mark nearly choked on his water. "What?"

"Callie told me about-"

"I'll kill her."

"-you being named Chief. I was just wondering when you were planning to tell me."

"I needed some more time to think."

"About?"

"If I wanted to take the job or not," Mark said simply and gestured to the waitress for another gin and tonic.

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I just don't know if it's what I want anymore."

"But you've always wanted to be Chief." Addison was completely confused. "If anything, you want it just to rub it in Derek's face."

"I've got other priorities now Ad." Mark shrugged.

"You would turn down Chief of Surgery for us?" Addison looked at him skeptically. "Come on Mark. What's the real reason?"

"Addison." He put down his fork. "You know what happened to Richard and Adele. Being made Chief ripped them apart and, what with having a baby on the way and everything, I don't want to risk it. You're more important to me than any job."

"Mark, no," Addison took his hand in hers. "You need to take this position."

Mark bit his cheek and took a deep breath. "I want to be Chief Addison, but I want what we have more. It's up to you."


Okay, should or shouldn't they move baack to Seattle before the baby is born? I need help with this one!