As promised, DRAMA.

In case you didn't read the author notes from the previous chapters, Addison never told Derek about Mark's aborted baby. The confession will come when the time is ripe muahahahaha :)

In the midst of the gruesomely long 6h surgery, you had Mark drive you to nearest Louboutin and Jimmy Choo boutique when you realised you couldn't remember the last time Addison had worn flats. There, you had snatched every women's flats within sight.

"Size 8 please"

The salesgirl was noticeably satisfied with the hefty bill.

Surgery went smoothly, and Addison awoke to the smell of leather and the sight of piles of shoe boxes stacked one on top of the other.

The first time you helped her into a wheelchair she tensed visibly beside you. And for a few hours it seemed as if she had slipped back into her depressive trance.

Well, not on your watch.

When she laid there, still motionless and blank after, you left, and came back on a wheelchair.

Manoeuvring it's heavy wheels to her beside, you asked if she would like to grab something from the cafeteria downstairs with you.

"What the hell are you doing Derek?"

You told her that since she couldn't use her legs, you wouldn't use yours too.

She eventually shook her head at your offer, and you had feigned hurt before announcing your decision to go in your wheelchair anyways.

After paying for chocolate croissants and bagels for the both of you, your attempt in retuning back into her room had been disrupted when your wheelchair decided to defy your demands.

The entire chair overturned when you forcefully pushed its wheels forward, and you landed in the middle of the cafeteria with a thump. The pastries that had been in your lap now lay on the floor.

You refuse to break your promise to Addison, and so you had leant forward to grab the discarded plates and food residues and then hoist yourself up, without using your legs, back onto the wheelchair.

It was difficult, the chair refused to cooperate, slipping further and further away from your grasp everytime you put your weight onto it.

How do people even do this?

She had appeared then, in her own wheelchair. She reached out to push a lever situated near the wheels of your chair, activating its brakes.

She was always the more intelligent one between the two of you. Not that you're not smart.

It was much easier after, with it now being securely rooted to the ground. Placing your forearm on each of the armrests of the chair, you raised yourself onto the seat with a grunt.

She smiled at you when you went back to order another fresh serving of bagels from the cashier.

Physical therapy began a week after her surgery. The first session she managed 10 minutes of choked tears and painful moans before eventually pleading you to take her back to her room.

Addison always had a higher pain tolerance than you. You couldn't bear to listen to her mewls of agony anymore, and so you had.

She cried that night, and you had climbed into her bed, careful not to aggravate her injuries before pulling her close to you and wiped tears from her cheeks with your thumbs until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

You ask Mark to come along the next session, and he had stood in the middle of those metal railings in the therapy suite, told Addison that if she reached where he was he would buy her the Burberry pocket bag she had been eyeing before. He added Mark Sloan brownies into the deal when she rolled her eyes.

Mark Sloan brownies. It was invented during Med School days, when you and Mark were room mates and Addison crashed there so often that the both of you had installed an extra toothbrush holder for her.

It was a silent agreement between you and Mark. Food? 3 portions. Toiletries? Get tampons as well. Milk? Skim ones because Addie dosen't like full cream.

Addison was amazing at everything. Everything except for the kitchen. She was horrendous in the kitchen. That didn't stop her from wanting to surprise the both of you with breakfast one morning though, and the both of you had awoke to the smell of burnt food and a flustered Addison in the kitchen.

Turns out, she burnt the scrambled eggs she had been working on, and accidentally spilled lemon cake batter to the bottom of the oven.

Lemon poo she called it.

"Seriously Red, how do you even burn eggs?"

Eventually, breakfast was salvaged because it turned out that Mark could make excellent brownies, something he attributed to his childhood with his estranged parents.

It became Mark Sloan brownies from that day on, the only brownie Addie would willingly consume the extra calories for.

The bribe worked, and Mark had stretched out his arms from where he stood. She gripped onto those metal railings until her knuckles turned white, forcing her legs one in front of the other. Mark spurred her on like she was a child taking her first step.

That's it Red. You're doing amazing.

When she finally collapsed into his arms with sweat clinging to her temples, panting, the both of them giggling together, you can't help but wonder what it might have been like if Addie actually fell in love with Mark back then.

Mark had his arms around her waist, supporting her weight, and Addie clung onto his neck. "Guess I'll be making a trip to Burberry tomorrow,"

They do fit. They would have been something.

"Don't forget my brownies!"

They would have if Addison didn't love you.

She fell asleep quickly at night, and you had propped your head up with one arm, stroked her hair with the other all the while dozing off yourself.

An intrusion into the room startled you awake, and you turned your head swiftly to see the last person you imagined standing there.

"I need to talk to you. Outside. Now." Her words sounded rehearsed. The nervousness evident all over her posture aroused you from your position, and you made your way with her outside, not before glancing at sleeping Addie for another moment.

Under the better lighting, you could see that Meredith Grey was afraid when she stuttered out the next words that would change your life there and then.

"I'm pregnant."

OOOOF. Hows that? HAHAHAHHAHAH The wheelchair scene was awfully hard to write because i couldn't think of any synonyms for wheelchair so it just seemed as if the word wheelchair was repeated 500 times. So, Meredith is pregnant. What's next? Review / Followed stories list please!

The lemon poo reference was from Kate's recent tiktok video where she made the lemon bundt cake in case you were wondering hehe