Somehow I managed to write a one shot… weird huh? Anyway, laugh with me pls.

"Hey honey!" Addison yelled as she entered her house, her husband behind her.

"Hello parents." Their daughter greeted, using that imitation of british accent that was part of her charm, she went down the stairs fast and hugged her father, then kissed her mom's cheek. "Long day at work?"

Addison sighed, closing the door and taking off her coat, just as her husband was doing, "It was, and you know what's also been too long lasting? The british accent."

"What?! No. It 's amazing." Claire exclaimed, surprised by her mother's comment.

"Addison, you can't ask her to quit the british accent." Derek supported her daughter, kissing her daughter's cheek.

"Exactly, thanks dad." The redhead kid said.

Addison took off her heels and scoffed, "I rather have the italian one back."

"Italian? Don't you mean french?" Derek asked, walking towards the kitchen, his daughter next to him.

"Whatever, I just think it's time to change accent." Addison exclaimed from the entryway, grabbing the pair of shoes she had just taken off and going upstairs to their bedroom.

"Don't hear her, she's just jealous you can perform a better accent." Derek said nicely, winking an eye at her sixteen year old, which made her chuckle.

Claire was a good kid, certainly a well behaved one, had a little trouble with History and English class, but she managed and had amazing grades on everything else. She had nice friends and wasn't much of a party girl, she preferred to go out with friends to a mall or just chill at some place calm. She was an amazing tennis player, but of course she couldn't beat her mother on the tennis court.

"How was school?" Derek asked, "How was Nancy?"

"School was fine, a little boring. You know I hate sports season. And Auntie Nance seemed a bit tired, but still was sweet with me when I asked if she could give me some money for coffee."

"Sports season means exams season." Derek observed, pouring himself a glass of milk.

"Yup." She nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Then they heard her mother humming an unknown song as she went down the stairs, "First of all, why are you wearing my Yale sweatshirt?" She pointed at their daughter.

"It's comfortable. What's the second?" Claire said.

"Secondly...Where's the cat?" Addison asked, now her eyes on her husband.

"Oh you mean the imaginary cat we adopted a couple years ago?" Claire joked at first.

"Yeah, I think she's talking about… what was his name?" Derek followed his daughter's lead.

"Brownie." Claire said, nodding.

"Ah, Brownie." Derek nodded, as well.

"Ha, ha. Very funny. I meant the cat sweatshirt… a yellow one?"

"Mom what are you talking about?" Claire laughed.

"Jessica's sweatshirt." Addison said, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"That makes more sense." Derek scoffs, almost not remembering that Liz's kids had been there last night, chasing around each other and singing happy birthday to him.

"I think it was in the closet down the hall." Claire said.

"Right, almost forgot." Addison nodded, and just when she was about to leave, her daughter spoke.

"Anyway there's a package that arrived when I came back from school."

"Which one?" Addison responded quickly, almost automatically, looking around.

"I left it at dad's office, it said 'blossom', or something like that."

Both adult Shepherd eyes widened, "Uh, thank- thank you for telling us it arrived." Derek said, awkwardly.

"Yeah… Uh, I'll get Jessica's sweatshirt, Liz is coming in five to pick it up. Um Derek, Niagara Falls?"

"Oh yeah, yeah." He nodded and watched her wife leave the kitchen.

Claire's face said it all: what the f*ck?!

Derek sighed and took another sip of his cold glass of milk, "So, honey. Tomorrow is Saturday. Are you doing anything? Going out? Studying somewhere that doesn't include the house?"

Her confused face turned in a little bit more confused although she felt she knew where this was going, "I don't know, I was going to study math in the privacy of my room." She said, her british accent present again.

He smiled a little because of the british accent, but kept himself from changing the theme, "Why don't you go to Alice's house to study? And after that you guys could have some sort of… pajama festive thing!"

"A sleepover?" She laughed.

"Exactly." Derek nodded, pointing a finger at her.

"Um, I don't know. She's been weird lately. I don't wanna ask if I can hang with her." Claire sat down on a chair at the kitchen aisle.

"What about Sophie?"

"Her parents are getting a divorce, remember? Her house is a battle court."

"Right, right. How about Will?"

"He is a male human being and has band rehearsal anyway." Claire said, her eyes narrowing, she had been told since she was 10 that boy friends were okay, but staying at a boy friend house or a boyfriend house, was not a thing that was ever going to happen unless her parents were too drunk to allow it or she was older than 18.

"You could go to his band rehearsal!" Derek said, shrugging his shoulders.

She scoffed and tried hard not to roll her eyes, "Dad, how would I be able to study while he plays an electric guitar inside of his mom's basement."

"Right, right. Uh, do you know any nocturne libraries?"

"Why do you want me out of the house?" She said, raising an eyebrow, just like her mother.

"You know… you know… um… code word?" Derek cringed.

"Jesus, dad! We agreed to use the word 'elephant' when you needed to… do that."

"I'm sorry, I had forgotten the code word."

"So now it's Niagara Falls again?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm sorry." Addison said as she entered back into the kitchen.

"You know, my friends and people my age don't have to deal with learning code words so I don't have to be traumatized by my parents screaming in the middle of the night. They usually deal with their parents having weird hobbies like painting frogs on curtains."

"That is bizarre." Addison cuts in.

"Another thing that is bizarre is how this month there has been three different code words… Can't you guys… I don't know… Do it elsewhere? Better yet, not tell me about it all the time and just go out like a normal couple, enjoy a fancy dinner, talk about bones and blood and then do whatever you like to do without having to make me imagine things I don't want to imagine?!"

Addison scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Honey, you shouldn't be this uncomfortable about sex."

"Addison." Derek's eyes widened and he made a look at her, obviously surprised she just mentioned that word; loud and clear.

"What?! I'm an OB-GYN, it's my job to know the word and the meaning of it. So, yes, Claire, our father and I have sex."

"Mom!" Claire exclaimed, covering her face with her palms.

Derek did the same and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a long conversation.

"So what?! We enjoy sex, sex is a thing, sex is a part of the human life unless you are asexual…"

"Mom, could you not say that word?"

"You don't have to be embarrassed, you'll enjoy sex too. What am I saying, maybe you already do." Addison shrugged her shoulders, locking eyes with her only daughter, who was feeling embarrassed, clearly.

"Mom!"

"I've seen the look Will gives you."

"God, mom. No, okay? No. I'm not having this conversation. And for the record I haven't done it. I will go upstairs and act like I wasn't here, I will call aunt Amy and I will book a hotel far away from here for you to… use whatever that 'blossom' thing it is. And Happy Birthday dad."

"It's tomorrow." Derek says, his tone above a whisper.

"I know, but tomorrow you both will be somewhere else, somewhere far away from me." Their daughter said and walked out of the kitchen.

"She gets that from you, you know?" Derek said.

"What?"

"The bossiness."

She hit him playfully on the arm, "Hey!" He protested, "That's how you treat the birthday boy?"

"You said it yourself, it's not your birthday yet." She smiled and walked out of the kitchen as well.

"Derek", she whispered in the dark, moving slightly so she could look at him.

"Hmm?" He responded, groggy, barely awake, his eyes closed.

"Am I a bad mother?" She asked him, her eyes completely open, looking to the figure of her husband, who was lying next to her.

"No." He said, yawning.

She moved closer to her husband, "You mean that? I just… I feel like I'm becoming my mother."

He cuddled her closer to his chest, "You're nothing like your mother." He said, his voice sounding less sleepy than before, and his thumb was caressing her shoulder, somehow giving her enough comfort to close her eyes, feeling peaceful.

She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and kept on talking, "I come home after a busy week, a week that I've barely seen my kid, and I decide to push her away even further because of my sexual needs? Sounds like Bizzy."

"It doesn't." Derek says, locking eyes with her, being able to see the concern on hers, even if the lightning that was produced by street lights was bad, but enough to see her.

"It does!", Addison said, unfolding herself from his arms, sitting up in bed, "It's like I only care about me and not her, and I want to be there, but I have to work and I also am a wife and mother and aunt and… it's overwhelming."

He sighed, now he was completely awake, looking up to his wife, who had to choose this time and hour to have a flip out about her motherhood, "You are nothing like your mother, Addie.", he said, sitting up just like Addison had just done and he moved a little closer to her, letting one of his hands rest on her thigh, caressing softly, "You do care for Claire, you pay attention, you ask… You even considered quitting your career so you could stay home and take care of her. That makes you an awesome mom. Everything you do makes you an awesome mom."

"I love you." She said, the corners of her mouth turning into a small lip-closed smile. She rested her head against his shoulder, letting out a breath she hadn't realise she was holding.

"I love you too. And Clairy loves you no matter what."

"Aw, I haven't heard you say Clairy in so long." She said, grabbing the hand he had been resting on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I miss using that nickname on her."

"Ah, I wish she was a baby again, we could cuddle her nonstop. Now I can't even hug her." Addison said, bringing their united hands to her lips, so she could kiss the back of his hand.

"I do think we should be less open about… sex, with her. She 's a kid."

"Maybe we are too open about that, true. Should we like… go to a therapist or something?" Addison asked, her voice turning into 'alarming-momma-bear', as Mark would describe it.

He chuckled, "Addison why do you always think a therapist could fix all of our problems?!"

"That's the only thing my parents ever did for me besides paying for my education."

"Right…" He nodded.

"Should we go to the hotel tomorrow? I mean, it is your birthday. We could spend it like the old times, the three of us watching a movie or going somewhere to eat. Like when Claire was a toddler and we still worked at our practices." Addison said, rambling a little, but making herself understandable; he would always be able to read in between her rambles.

"We could do that, and then try the… blossom thing." Derek said, trying his best not to smirk.

Having intercourse had never been a problem for them, but they of course wanted to try new things, maybe have something left to surprise each other with, and when they thought they had seen it all… Addison was reminded of her 'masturbation-phobia', as Derek and Savvy would describe it… so she thought maybe she would face that fear with Derek and an extra friend she had bought on the internet.

"That's not gonna work." She shook her head.

"Why?!", He whined, "It's supposed to be my birthday gift."

"We've talked about this already. If we don't go to the hotel, she's going to be here too, and you know I can't keep my mouth shut when… we do stuff."

"Oh, now it's called 'doing stuff', but downstairs it was straight up sex." He said, scoffing, clearly making her feel annoyed.

"Shut up." She groaned, "So, should we do what I told you? You can decide though."

"Hmm, yeah I'd like a family dinner. Just the three of us. I miss that."

Addison nodded and pecked his lips, "I'll go ask her."

The door to her daughter's room was slightly open, the light was on and Addison decided to knock slightly on the door, "Anyone there?" Addison asked, opening the door properly, spotting her daughter on her bed, laptop on her lap, books opened and all around, she even had her reading glasses on, but she was soundly asleep. Addison stared in awe; she looked so cute asleep.

Slowly she took the laptop from her lap and placed it on her nightstand, careful not to make any noise that would wake her up, when she turned to remove her daughter's glasses, she saw how Claire slowly opened her eyes and took off her glasses, handing them to her mom.

Addison grabbed the glasses and placed them on top of the laptop, "I think you're done studying for today."

Claire nodded, yawning, she stood up from her bed slowly and went inside of her bathroom; When she returned Addison had cleared up a little, and had opened the bed for her to go to sleep. Claire smiled and muttered a 'thank you' to her mother before climbing into bed.

"Sweetheart, I spoke to your dad, and we would like to celebrate all together tomorrow. We miss doing things all together. We miss you. I miss you." Addison said softly, sitting on the edge of her daughter's bed, looking down at her sleepy face that was conscious still, for now.

Claire nodded slightly, "That would be fun, I've missed you too." She said, adding a small lip-closed smile, "And then you guys will stay at the hotel and I'll have a girls night with aunt Amy."

"If that's what you want, we'll do that. But if you want us to stay, we won't do anything… sexual."

Claire groaned, "Mom, just go with dad, alright? We'll spend Sunday together, maybe you can help me memorize all about the atom for chemistry."

"Deal." Addison nodded, "And honey, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. Okay?"

"I know mom." She rolled her eyes, staring at her mother, "Good night."

"Good night." Addison said softly, kissing her daughter's forehead.

Addison stood up and turned off the light, then when she was about to leave her daughter's room, a small voice called for her, "Mom…"

"Yes?" She turned around, finding those little puppy eyes that she had missed so much.

"Would you tuck me in like when I was a kid?" Her daughter's sweet voice said, which made Addison's heart melt.

Addison nodded mutely and went right back to her daughter's side, got the covers around her and secured them, like if her kid was a human burrito. "Thank you, mommy." Claire whispered before she drifted off to sleep.

Addison smiled, her chest warm from all the love and the way her sixteen-year-old called her 'mommy', it certainly wasn't a recent nickname for Addison. She kissed her daughter's forehead again and went back to her room, where she found his spouse asleep as well.

She chuckled and got back in bed, feeling so full of love.

"Happy birthday," Addison said, staring at her husband as he stirred after waking up, Addison's small smile making his day already better.

"Thank you," He said, rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the light.

Addison started kissing his jaw up to the back of his ear, he chuckled at the feeling, both exciting and ticklish, Derek found the way to kiss her fully on the lips, which she did as well, adding a bit of a salvage grip onto him, obviously pulling him closer… until a loud knock stopped them from going any further.

"Hello, It's me, your daughter. Whatever you are doing or not doing in there, I will count to three and then open the door." Claire said loudly from the other side of the door.

Derek and Addison separated from each other, "You can come in!" Addison yelled back.

Claire entered her parents bedroom with a cupcake, that had a small birthday candle with a question mark, "Happy birthday, papa!" She said, her best imitation of an australian accent, which was as well Derek's favorite accent imitation from his daughter.

He smiled, "Thank you, Clairy." Derek chuckled.

Claire rolled her eyes but kept her smile on, she sat on the end of the bed, "You've got to make your birthday wishes, sir." She said, still using the australian accent.

Derek blew the candle right away.

"Hey, your birthday wishes!" Addison reclaimed.

Derek grabbed the cupcake from his daughter's hands and scoffed, "I don't have any wishes, all my dreams are come true."

"You could have asked for mom to let you have a motorcycle again."

"Dammit." Derek cursed, making Addison and Claire giggle.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Claire said, directing her words to her mother, "...um, the neighbor's dog is in our backyard again."

"Dammit!" Addison cursed this time, getting her robe and slippers fast, leaving to get the dog off of her yard.

"Poor Arlo." Derek said, chuckling along Claire, giving a bite to his birthday cupcake.

Addison smiled charmingly at the young man from the restaurant, "Reservation for Shepherd." The redhead said politely.

"Shephard, table for seven?" The young man asked.

Addison sighed.

"Oh man." Claire commented to her father.

Addison shook her head, and entered the little desk place so she could be next to the young man, herself reading the chart with all the reservations, "No, no. It's Shepherd, with all E's. See? Table for three." Addison pointed at her last name that was clearly well written on the paper.

He nodded, nervously, "Alright Ma'am, could you please not… stand here. You're not supposed to be back here. If my boss sees-"

"I get it, Steve." Addison said, getting out of there.

Claire was trying her best not to burst into laughter.

They got their table and Addison obviously had to make a comment about what had happened just a couple minutes ago; to which Claire and Derek chuckled, staring at Addison with an apologizing look.

The Shepherds ordered their drinks and food, even the whole restaurant sang happy birthday, and even if Addison hated that kind of cheesy thing, she was clearly full of joy, happy to be with her family.

"Remember that one time you were fixing the security cameras on the roof at the Hamptons house and you didn't tell mom you were going to do it so she started panicking and attacked you with the water hose after she called the cops…" Claire giggled as they made their way to their parking spot.

"Oh God, don't remind me." Derek said, running a hand through his hair, "I'm pretty sure I had nightmares about that occasion."

"I still feel sorry about that." Addison chuckled, "That was a chaotic summer."

"It was!" Derek agreed as they climbed inside the car.

They dropped Claire at the brownstone, watched as she came inside the house and then Amy came out to talk to Derek, of course.

"Happy Birthday big brother!" Amy said, smiling at him through the opened window on Addison's side of the car, "You two look cute, huh. How's forty-five treating you?"

Addison chuckled.

Derek rolled his eyes, "So good so far, until now."

"Well, I'll take care of your girl, we will definitely watch some Ryan Gosling movies and Mom offered to stop by later, so don't worry about it."

"Thank you, Amy." Addison said, smiling gratefully at her sister in law.

Amelia smiled at both, "My pleasure. Now, you better go. See you tomorrow."

Addison tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Shepherd. All E's. When I spoke to the other lady she said we would stay at some sort of suite…"

"Yes, here it is." The man nodded, smiling. He turned around and gave them their key to the room.

"Also, would you please send champagne to our room?"

Derek chuckled as they went inside the elevator, "For real, what's with the Shephards with A's?!" Addison said.

"I don't know, to be honest I don't know." He said.

As the elevator doors closed, Derek stared at his wife, who was staring down to the small box that had their guest inside.

"We can avoid using that though." Derek comments.

She looks up at him, "No, It's fine. I just don't know why I get so nervous or ashamed… It's normal."

"If it makes you feel better, this will be an unforgettable birthday."

"It does. It really does." She nodded, moving closer enough to kiss his lips.

He stopped the kiss, "Addie…"

When he first asked her 'Would you ever be into me using a vibrator on you? I think it would be really hot.' She had laughed at him, she had even almost choked out of breath, thinking it was some sort of joke. But then with the time the idea stuck on her head. And after giving it some thought, she decided maybe they could try.

"Hm?" She asked, her eyes filled with lust from the kiss they had just shared.

He smirked a little, "You look beautiful tonight."

Addison chuckled softly, "And you look sexier than ever," She said, winking at him.

The doors of the elevator opened, they walked through the corridor until they found their room. Derek opened the door to their room, and moved so Addison could walk inside first.

After room service had arrived, they opened the bottle of champagne and shared a meaningful look, "Happy birthday." Addison said, holding her glass a little higher, of course wanting to make a toast, "Cheers."

"Cheers." He responded and clinked his glass against hers, both taking a sip of the liquid, without taking each other's eyes off, "Don't look at me like that."

She raised an eyebrow and left her glass on the coffee table nearby, "Like what?"

"Like it's our wedding night again and you can't stop smiling."

She snorted, "You wish," Addison said and grabbed his glass, leaving it next to hers on the coffee table.

"I swear, you have the eyes." He said, facing those eyes again when she looked into his. The greenish-blue eyes that had filled almost every single important moment in his life, the same ones that cried in front of him, that sparkled with love, joy, lust, excitement. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

Addison leaned closer to her husband, "Maybe I'm just as happy as that night."

Derek smiled brightly at his wife and leaned closer as well, his hand holding her jaw in place, both their lips were slightly parted, their eyes closer to be closed and their noses touching. The tension was cruel and for some sort of motive, they stood like that for a couple more seconds; maybe it was the anticipation, the rush, the desire or the adrenaline of the moment.

When his lips finally collided with hers, she grabbed his jaw as well, pulling him closer to her, running her other hand through his hair, gasping for air after a few seconds. Addison started kissing down his jaw to his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her hands across his abdomen, her lips back on his, driving him crazy.

He stopped the kiss, looked right into her eyes and asked, "should we open the package?"

Addison couldn't hold the laughter, so she just laughed and nodded, "Alright."