Bizzy had been the first person informed as soon as Addison found out she was pregnant but she still had not seen her granddaughter. Every time she called to make travel arrangements Addison would make excuses. She and the Captain were determined to see the baby; that was exactly the reason she had chosen to keep their visit a secret from Addison. She just showed up at the house one night and knocked on the door until someone opened it.
"Bizzy." Derek said in shock as he held the door open for he r and the Captain to walk in. He had 9 month old Emma in his arms and she curiously staring on at her grandmother with her head tipped to the side. "We weren't expecting you."
"Well we've been wanting to come for a while now but there never seems to be a right time for you and Addison and we just couldn't wait anymore." The Captain explained as he looked around the house to see if it met his approval.
"Is this Emma?" Bizzy asked as she reached out to take the child from Derek's arms. "Did you see her, Captain?" she asked as she took a step closer to him with the child in her arms.
"She looks so much like Lena." The Captain whispered in disbelief as he stared at the child. "If I didn't know any better I would say it's her clone."
Bizzy glared at him, warning him that they were already on pins and needles and that there should be minimal mention of Lena. "She is beautiful. And she's so big. I feel like we've missed out on so much of her life. We should have come to see her sooner, we shouldn't have listened to Addison."
"Speaking of Addison, where is she?" the Captain asked, noting his daughter's absence.
"She in our room. I think she wanted to go to bed early to read up on a case that's being brought in tomorrow." He answered, though it was all made up. He remembered that usually always stayed up late if she could and he knew her parents would catch on if they find out her old habits had changed.
"Would she mind if I went to see her?" Bizzy replied.
That was a question Derek didn't anticipate. He couldn't tell the woman not go and check-up on her daughter. "No, go ahead." He said quietly after a few seconds.
"She doesn't uh…she doesn't sleep naked, does she?" Bizzy asked as she moved toward the stairs. "I may have not seen anything the night Emma was conceived but I heard it all and I would much rather not get the visual to match it."
Derek blushed and shook his head. "I doubt she's naked." He assured, considering the fact that he hadn't even seen naked in months.
Bizzy continued up the stairs with her granddaughter still in her arms. She had no idea which room to find Addison in but followed the direct of the light. Bizzy gave a soft knock on the door before stepped in to see Addison sitting with her back against the headboard with her laptop propped up against her thighs.
She looked away from the screen expecting to see Derek but her eyes widened when she saw her mother instead, "What are you doing here, Bizzy?" she asked as she folded down the screen and set her computer aside.
"I came to meet Emma and to see you. It's been a while." She answered. "She's beautiful, Addison. Congratulations."
"Thank you." Addison remarked quietly, wondering if her mother knew about her postpartum depression.
Bizzy moved forward to take a seat on the bed while Emma played with the pearls that hung from her neck. Just as she was about to sit she stopped and said, "There sheets are clean, right? They haven't seen any recent action. I don't wanna be sitting in mysterious liquids."
"Yes, Bizzy, they are clean. Derek and I are not animals. You heard us one time and you make it sound like it's the only thing we know how to do."
"I don't make it sound like that, you made it sound like that. I'm just pointing out the obvious." Bizzy teased.
"Besides, I don't even remember the last time we had sex so you've got nothing to worry about."
Bizzy curiously looked at her daughter, now quite intrigued about the matter. "Why is something wrong? Does he not do it for you anymore? Because there was period that your father and I…."
"Please do not finish that sentence." Addison stopped her from going any further. "I do not want to hear about your sex life with my father. And I do not want to discuss what turns me and what doesn't. Derek and I are fine, it's just hard to find time for that between working 60 hours a week and taking care of Emma."
At the sound of her name, Emma turned and smiled at her mother. "Ha!" it was the closest she could get to saying 'hi' and Derek knew that's what she meant but Addison had no idea what the random babbles meant.
"Derek said you wanted to go to bed early to read up on a case you've got coming in tomorrow. I don't want to bother you. Your Dad and I can go check into a hotel and we'll do dinner tomorrow night to catch up." Bizzy offered as she stood.
"That would be perfect." Addison smiled, putting on a façade to get herself through. "We will call you around noon tomorrow to let you know when we get off work."
"It's cute how you two are talking with 'we' and 'us' all of a sudden." Bizzy mentioned with an amused look. "Oh, should I leave Emma up here with you so you can put her to bed?"
Addison's heart immediately started to race as she shook her head. "No, it's Derek's turn." She lied. "Besides, I still have a lot of material to get through for this case."
Bizzy nodded understandingly. "Okay, goodnight." She said before walking out and shutting the bedroom door behind her. She quietly went back downstairs where the Captain took Emma from her arms to do some bonding himself.
"How was Addison?" he asked his wife in the meanwhile.
Bizzy shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Derek. "She seems a little off to me. She was so cold toward Emma, she was never like that when it came to Lena. Is she alright? She's not abusive or anything, is she?"
"No! No, she's not abusive." Derek assured defensively. "She's just been going through a rough time since Emma's birth. She's afraid Emma may be like a replacement for Lena and doesn't want that to happen. The loss is still a fresh wound and it's hard to let that heal with a new baby in the house."
"So she's got postpartum depression?" the Captain rephrased. "I was afraid of that. I just assumed everything was fine since you guys never mentioned it. I would assume that you would call to let us know if our daughter was battling something like this."
"Look, if it was up to me you guys would have been there through every step of this. I mean, we all know she's more likely to listen to you then to me. But she wanted to do this on her own and I have to respect that." Derek explained. "And she really is doing better. It's slow but its progress."
Addison quietly tiptoed into the nursery early in the morning while Derek was still in the shower. Emma was sitting up in her crib, the sound of her gurgling warning Addison ahead of time that she was awake. She moved closed to the crib and noticed a toy in her hand.
"You are very quiet in the mornings. I thought you were still asleep." Addison cooed to the baby. "Your daddy says you've made new advancements toward busting out of your crib. Knowing that is going to bother me. How am I supposed to focus at work while wondering what would happen if you wake up from your nap and decide to go on an adventure. Your nanny is kinda old, I doubt she'd be able to prevent any escape artist moves."
Emma brought the toy cell phone into her mouth and bit on it to soothe her aching gums. Her eyes remained steady on her mother while she soaked in the attention. "Eeep!" she squealed, tilting her head to the side with a smile. She held out the saliva covered toy to her mother. "Pa goo fo." She added, combining random vowels and consonants.
"Are you trying to tell me something? You dad probably knows exactly what all of that means." Addison mumbled with disappointment toward herself as she took the toy from her daughter. She found a similar dry toy and passed it back to the child. "I'm sorry, I've been such a shitty mom."
Emma grabbed the railing of her crib and pulled herself up. She shoved the plastic into her mouth and pressed down on it. Addison moved closed and pulled Emma's hand and the toy away from her mouth. She glaced inside then looked at her daughter sympathetically. "Looks like your lateral incisors are coming in, honey. No wonder you've been so cranky lately."
Emma pulled her hand out of her mother's grip and gave her an angry glare before attempting to put her fist back into her mouth.
"Anyway, Emma, I know you can't really engage in a conversation with me yet, but you probably understand a lot more than people give you credit for. I just want you to know that I'm trying very hard to get better. I want to be around for you when you need me. At least I can be in the same room alone with you for a few minutes now, before I could barely manage to be around you. I just need you to know that that was not your fault. I love you, Em, I just don't really know how to show you at this point."
"Addison?" Derek called from where he stood in the doorway wrapped in a white towel from the waist down. "Honey, stop torturing yourself like this. She knows you love her."
"How would she know if I've never told her?" Addison retorted. "I can't bring myself to hold her yet, but at least I managed to tell her that I love her."
"I I oo." Emma grinned back after pulling her fist away from her mouth.
"That's how she says I love you." Derek informed Addison. "She hasn't said any words or anything real yet but every time someone says they love her she says 'I I oo' so I assume that's what she means. And she only says it when she means it. One time she was chewing on Mark's car keys and he took them away from her then on his way out her told her he loved her and she refused to say it back. She smacked his face instead."
"Her lateral incisors are coming in, that's why she's chewing on everything."
"Her whats are coming in?"
"Incisors are the teeth in the front, Derek. Lateral incisors are not the center ones, obviously because I think she's got those but they're the ones to either side of center." Addison explained. "Where you paying attention at all during medical school to anything not related to neuro?"
Derek shook his head honestly. "Dentistry is for people who were not smart enough to go to medical school. Dentists are not real doctors. If someone on a plane had a heart attack, the stewardess would not make an announcement for a doctor and settle for a dentist. Our knowledge as surgeons surpasses any dentist."
"Fa oo!" Emma yelled as she glared at her father.
"And that's how she says 'fuck you.'" Addison smirked and then looked at her daughter with a smile.
"She's a baby, Addison. Nothing she says means anything." He replied like a sore loser as he went back toward the door to go to his own room and get dressed for work.
"Your just bitter because our baby just told you and your ego off."
One more chapter left to go, people. That makes me very sad. I need to think about another story plot ASAP because it's summer and I've got nothing to do but sit on my ass for the next two months. Let me know if you have any ideas to kickstart my brain.
Review- Very curious to know what everyone thinks so far!