[One look, dark room, meant just for you. Time moved too fast, you play it back. Buttons on a coat, light hearted joke. No proof, not much, but you saw enough. Small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight, The light reflects, the chain on your neck. He says 'Look up" and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.]

Mark couldn't get enough of Addison, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Not in a sexual way (well, always in a sexual way) but more so in a general way. She had reached her seventeenth week of pregnancy and the glowing was only growing, as well as her baby bump. The swell of her belly was still small but definitely there and very noticeable. He absolutely loved it. Though Addison said it looked just looked liked she had been eating too much, he caught her on several accounts admiring her bump in the mirror. Now that the morning sickness, nausea and dizziness was lessening, Addison was enjoying her pregnancy more. Mark's excitement and adoration was definitely helping her feel better.

Aside from Addison's little baby bump, her hair was fuller, longer, and softer to the touch. Mark found himself constantly running his fingers through it or mindlessly playing with it when they laid together. Her breasts were definitely bigger as well, however currently sore so there was the 'hands off' as she would say. But looking was allowed which he took advantage of doing. Though he loved her bigger breast, it was her entire body that marveled him. Her new curves, her glow, her beauty, everything.

But also Addison's strength, her ability to go through all this. Her body was no longer hers, it was their daughters. The daughter got the majority of control. But Addison still handled everything with her usual grace. Mark was amazed by her.

Addison stood in the kitchen, gazing out the widow of their new kitchen, watching the light rainfall as she sipped on her morning smoothie. They were finally settled into their new house and Addison never felt more at home then she did here with Mark. She smiled when she felt two arms wrap around her, hands resting on her bump.

"Good morning, how's our little turnip?"

Addison giggles. "Its good."

"Any movement? You should be feeling movement soon."

"No movement. You know I will let you know the second I feel something."

"I know, I'm just excited. And we get to find out the gender tomorrow."

Addison smiles, putting her hands on top of Marks that were still resting on the swell of her stomach. "It's getting real."

He kissed her cheek. "It is. You doing okay?"

"Yeah.."

"Addie?"

"What if I'm a bad mother...?"

Mark turns her in his arms so she was facing him, he runs his fingers along her jawline. "Addison, you're going to be an amazing mother, what one earth would make you think differently?"

"I don't exactly have a loving family. My mother was never really a mother to me. Hell, she won't even let him call her mother. She's just...Bizzy."

"Addison..."

"I want to be a mother, I don't want to be a Bizzy."

Mark put his finger under his chin and lift her head to look into her eyes. "Addison. You are going to be an amazing mother. You have a big heart and lots of love to give, this kid is so lucky to have you. And so am I."

Addison smiles and relaxes in his arms. "We're lucky to have you too."

[You can hear it the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out. You are in love, true love, you are in love.]

"You can't look."

"What?!"

Mark sighed. "You can't look Addison."

"Why?"

"Because, you'll know right away, its not fair."

Lucy chuckles. "He's right you know."

Addison turned her head to look at the OBGYN who was performing the ultrasound. "Hey-I'm the one carrying the kid and I'm the one with the rolled up shirt and exposed stomach, you have to agree with me."

"I want us to find out together Red. As soon as you see the screen you're gonna know."

Addison smiled sweetly at him and kissed his hand. "Okay, I won't look."

Lucy squirted the gel onto Addison abdomen, prepping to start the ultrasound. "Alright, here we go." She said and started to move the wand until it was in the correct area to show the baby. "You two ready?"

Addison and Mark both nod eagerly.

"Congratulations Addison, Mark. You two are having a little girl."

Addison quickly turned her head to look at the ultrasound. There she was, their perfect little girl. Strong, healthy, beautiful heart beat. Everything was perfect, she was perfect. Addison was so mesmerized by the image of their daughter that she didn't realize she was softly crying until Mark wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"A mini Red." Mark was smiling ear to ear as he looked at her.

"A daughter! Mark we have a daughter!"

Mark leans down and kisses her passionately, cupping her face in his hands. "I love you so much Addison."

"I love you too Mark."

Lucy clears her throat, her presence clearly being forgotten by Addison and Mark in the moment. Mark stands up straight and chuckles. "Sorry Dr. Fields"

"I'll get you the ultrasound pictures and paperwork...and give you two a moment."

Lucy left and Addison sits up, wiping the gel off her stomach before rolling her shirt back down. Mark immediately put his arms her, pulling her into a hug. They both new they would have been thrilled no matter what they were having, boy or girl. Both just wanted the baby to be healthy. But hearing the gender made it real. More real. They got visions of the future.

Mark saw a mini Addison running around, a little red head girl with ocean blue eyes and a sassy attitude. He saw piggy back rides, bed time stories, teaching their little girl how to ride a bike. Addison saw a beautiful little girl with Mark's smile. She saw a book worm, daddy's girl, a little girl that was going to be so unconditionally love. That was already unconditionally loved.

"A daughter."

Mark places his hand on Addison's bump.

"A daughter." Addison places her hand over his.

[Morning, his place. Burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. And for once you let go, of your fears and you ghosts. One step, not much, but it said enough. You kiss on sidewalks, you fight then you talk. One night, he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses and says "You're my best friend", and knew what is was. He is in love.]

They laid on the couch together that night watching a TV. Ever since the ultrasound Addison had been feeling extra clingy, she repeatedly said it wasn't her fault and blamed the hormones. Mark didn't mind at all, whatever the reason was, he was always happy to have Addison laying in his arms.

"What about Ariel?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not naming our daughter after a Disney mermaid."

"Its not about the mermaid. What if I actually like the name?"

"Everyone is going to think its about the mermaid given the red hair she may or may not have that her mother definitely does have."

"Well, what names do you like?"

Addison went silent. Mark gave her minute, assuming she was just thinking of names to suggest, but her silence grew too long. He ran his hand up and down her back a couple times to comfort her from the thoughts she had gotten lost in.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Do you ever think...of our first...?" Addison asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mark shifted uncomfortably. "Back in New York...?"

Addison nodded.

"Yeah...I do..."

"I thought it would be girl. I had a feeling it would have been a girl. I called her Ella..."

Mark looked down at her, surprised that she actually brought this topic up. And not just brought it up but was opening up about it. After the termination, Addison never talked about it. She would mumble that she was sorry he was hurting because of her and leave it at that. Mark always assumed that the situation didn't bother Addison, at least not as much as it did him. Derek was her priority then. But now he was learning that the early end of her first pregnancy really did get to her.

"Ella is a pretty name."

Addison replied with a nod.

"I didn't realize you got attached."

"I don't regret my decision. I am sorry that I hurt you but I don't regret it. It was the right choice for me, and for us. I know that. But yeah, I still think about it. I'm thinking about it a little extra today."

"Oh Addie..." Mark wraps his arms around he and holds her closer.

"Its okay Mark, I'm still happy. I'm still thrilled about this baby."

"Ariella."

"What?"

"We can name her Ariella."

Addison thought about it for a moment, but before she could give her opinion, Mark spoke up again to defend his suggestion.

"No one can say its after a disney mermaid."

"You really like the name Ariel that much?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Okay. fine. I actually like Ariella. But I get to pick the middle name."

"Fair. What did you have in mind?"

"Everett."

Mark looks at her shocked. "What?"

"Ariella Everett Sloan."

"Addison..."

Addison smiles. "You already agreed to letting me pick the name."

"That's a big deal."

"Having a baby together is a big deal Mark."

"I'm serious Addie, giving our daughter my middle name is a big deal. At least to me it is. That means a lot to me."

"You mean a lot to me. Everything you've done for me means a lot to me."

Mark leans down and kisses Addison, full of passionate and love.

[You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love, true love.]

Addison hurried down the halls of Seattle Grace to catch up with Derek. She rolled her eyes at herself, she wasn't even half way through the pregnancy and she was getting drained power walking around he job. She made a mental note to herself to ease up on the cravings.

"Derek!"

"Addison?"

"You walk too fast."

Derek chuckles and rubs the swell of Addison stomach. "Well, you're doing more work then I am so that probably has something to do with the walking."

"That is actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Walking?"

"No, the reason behind my lack of walking."

Derek laughs. "That makes more sense."

"Mark and I found out the gender yesterday which lead to a lot of talking and-"

"You found out the gender?" The excitement in his voice surprised Addison, she couldn't help but smile. "Um, yeah. We're having a girl."

"A girl! That's great! Congratulations." Derek said giving her a hug.

"Thank you. We uh, we decided to name her Ariella Everett Sloan."

Derek smiled sweetly at her. "Look at you, turning Mark Sloan into a family man."

"I know. Hard to believe."

"I'm happy for you Addison, I really am."

"Thank you. But um, that's not exactly what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh?"

"Mark and I were wondering if um...if you would be her godfather."

"Seriously?"

Addison suddenly found herself growing nervous, worried about what his reaction and answer. She looked down, feeling the need to explain herself to him. "I know we're divorced and our marriage didn't exactly end while, and Mark and I hurt you. But you're still Marks best friend, and you're still an important person to me. I like to consider you my friend. You um...you were also there for me that night and supported me through my healing...and-"

"Addison." Derek waited until she looked up at him. He looked into her eyes and smiled. "I AM your friend. And I would be honored to be Ariella's godfather."

"Yeah?"

Derek pulled her into a hug. Addison let out a sigh of relief, relaxing in his embrace. Derek kissed the side of Addison's head. "Yeah Addie, thank you. Thank you so much."

Addison was right, they did have a lot of history. Both good and bad. Addison was the love of his life at one point. The love for her was still there, but it had turned into a different kind of love. Addison would always be his family. They may have ended their marriage, but that didn't erase their history. Sure, it was a little weird that Addison and Mark were now together and having baby. But overall, Derek was just glad that Addison was happy. That's all he wanted for her.

When they parted from the hug, Derek placed his hand on her shoulder. "I am happy for you Addison. You're going to be an amazing mother."

Addison smiled and tears up at his words, damn hormones. "Thank you Derek."

[You two are dancing in a snow globe round and round, and he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown. And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars. And why I've spend my whole life trying to put it into words. Cause you can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love, true love, you're in love.]