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Derek unlocked the door to their house, almost bumping into a cardboard box near the entrance, Addison was supposed to take those over to Kate's later, but apparently she didn't.
Derek sighed and smiled a little, now that Addison didn't take the boxes to Kate's and he did pick up the laundry, maybe he was going to get extra points or a reason to win an argument in the future, "Honey? I'm home!"
"Upstairs," Addison called. She didn't sound like she was thrilled, maybe she was still working on what she was going to give away for that charity Kate's kids school had been involved with. Most stuff inside their boxes were old clothes, books nobody read anymore, things like that.
Derek locked the door of their home and left his keys on the small plate on the table by the coat hanger.
As he went upstairs he realized there was no sound, no comments under his wife's breath as usual when she had to organize stuff around the house, actually there was uncomfortable silence.
"Picked up the laundry, made sure your blouses had no wrinkles as you requested." Derek said, his voice a bit raised, so she could hear him from their bedroom, "You didn't take the things to Kate's huh? Now who's the one that forgets things!" Before he could say another word and keep trying to strike a nerve on his wife, he opened the door to their bedroom and found her lying in a fetal position, her back to him.
She was wearing the 'uniform of sorrow' as he would like to call it. An outfit that he had only seen her wear when something was wrong or when she was extremely depressed and couldn't show human emotion.
"Addie, what's wrong?" He asked, his tone changed from previous playful to worried loving husband. He left the laundry he had just picked on the nearest sofa and looked at her, or at least what he could see of her, which was almost nothing.
She looked up just a bit, "Wrinkles," That's all she managed to say, watching Derek picking up the laundry as soon as he could and making sure they were wrinkle-free before getting them inside their closet. Her voice sounded small and bitter. He took off his shoes and walked towards their bed, finding Addison in what he feared was the Yale sweatshirt and his navy blue sweatpants that were oversized on her, making her look so small and fragile, uniform of sorrow indeed.
"Addie, what is it?" His eyes turned worried and he sat on the edge of the bed, her back still to him, not being able to see her face, just her red hair. Derek brung up a hand to rest on her knee, palming it gently.
"I don't feel so good," She managed to mutter, moving her head slowly to meet his eyes.
He felt so sad for her, seeing her like this, with those puffy eyes and her skin paler than usual, no signs of the smallest grin whatsoever, the cutest but also saddest pouty face he had ever seen, "Aw, do you have a fever? What is it? Where does it hurt?"
"Don't doctor me please," She groaned, sighing, going back to her fetal position.
Derek sighed, "Honey, come on," he caressed her knee again, "I just want to help you out."
He didn't receive a reply, at least not one with words, suddenly she rolled over, looking up to him with puppy eyes, like she was about to cry, and when she swallowed and a tear ran down her cheek, he leaned down and kissed her cheek, brushing her hair off her face, "That time of the month?"
"Mhm." Addison nodded, another tear running down her cheek. He felt horrible for not noticing that the date of her period was coming up, he used to remember all the time and make his schedule flexible and available for her.
Derek bit his lower lip, her sad eyes were definitely not his favorite thing to look at, probably one of the many things he hated so much it pained him as well, and now he was not only pained because she wasn't at her best, but because he hadn't realize.
"Come here," He opened his arms and helped her sit up properly, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back in circles, trying to soothe her sobbing.
Addison groaned, inhaling sharply, "I bled on my skirt." She made eye contact with him, "My damn, perfect gray skirt," Addison lamented in between small sobs, now her forehead was resting against his shoulder, gripping onto her husband, clearly not feeling well, "And you weren't home and I couldn't reach you. You wouldn't answer, I had to send my intern to get me tampons. It was humiliating."
"At least Smith is nice with you."
She nodded her head no, and pursed her lips before speaking; "It wasn't Smith, it was Flemming." She cried, "I hate Flemming."
"Ah, I hate him too." He said, brushing her hair with his hands, kissing her cheek, "I'm sorry, honey."
She sniffed in between cries, "He's such a jerk, he didn't remember the brand I asked for and he got me the ones I don't like, Derek. I don't like them!"
"Shh, shh. You're alright. I'm sorry," Derek said, kissing the top of her head, feeling as her cries started to calm down, "Maybe you could try and get some sleep?"
"I don't feel like sleeping," Addison sniffed.
"Alright," He let out a breath, "If it makes you feel better, I got here later than expected because a squirrel got inside the car when I went to the dry cleaner. I couldn't get it out, I had to walk three blocks to get bagels as bait."
She giggled through muffled cries, "You're lying."
Derek giggled, "I'm not. Actually it scratched me, see?" He said, showing her the back of his hand, which did have a small fresh scratch, "You're probably going to see it in the news tonight."
Addison giggled again and then groaned all of the sudden, "Cramps?" Derek asked, looking into her pained eyes, her eyebrows narrowed in that way when she tried to resist pain. There was no need for an answer, with a look into her eyes he knew, "I'll call Savvy to let her know we're not making it to dinner."
"No, no. Don't cancel, we can still go, I'm alright. I'm fine." Addison said, un-hugging her husband to show strength.
Derek rolled his eyes, "Addison, we're not going."
"I'm okay! Let 's just go. I'll put on something that won't make me look bloated and makeup can make wonders!" Addison insisted.
Derek inhaled sharply, "No. This is not on the table for discussion, we're staying home and you're going to rest. You're clearly not fine."
"But I want to go," Her eyes turning glassy again, "I want to see Weiss and Savvy."
"Honey, we'll go another day, you're not feeling okay now," He said, trying to use his softest tone, brushing some strands of hair off her face, "Addie, on a scale from one to ten, how are you feeling. Ten being the worst."
"One," She challenged.
"Liar." Derek accused, still using a kind tone on her.
She sighed, "Fine, eight point seven," Addison rolled her eyes and dried a tear away from her cheek with her thumb.
Derek tilted his head to the side, "See? We're staying home. We can watch Doctor House and criticize how fake it is, you like doing that," Her husband suggested.
Addison groaned and rolled her eyes, "I hate you so much right now," The redhead sniffed.
"No you don't." He chuckled softly and pecked her lips, "We'll reschedule, Sav will understand. Please don't cry."
The redhead let out her bottom lip, and used her puppy eyes on him, "Why are you so mean to me?"
Derek ignored her comment and kissed her temple, caressing the back of her head, "Do you want me to get you something? Did you eat?"
She kept her mouth shut and looked up to his eyes, besides annoyance there was his answer.
"Honey, you should eat something."
Addison rolled her eyes dramatically.
"I know your schedule, you definitely had no time for lunch. Coffee in between surgeries doesn't count as a meal," He said, stroking her cheek, "I'll get you something to eat, alright?"
"Agh fine." She responded, a little less sassy than he expected. She allowed Derek to get her back on lying comfortably in bed.
"Need anything else?" He asked charmingly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
She nodded her head no, and when he stood up from bed, she yelped, victim of another cramp. Derek looked back at her before exiting the room, "bad one?"
Addison nodded slightly, bringing up a hand to her stomach, Derek groaned, not resisting on leaving her alone right now. He took off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, getting it off as well. He helped her out of the Yale sweatshirt, revealing his 'The Clash' t-shirt underneath it, instead of demanding as to why she was wearing his clothes again, he shut up and got behind her in bed, her being the small spoon.
Derek started rubbing circles on her tummy, "Does that help?"
"It does, thank you," Addison said softly.
Derek kissed the side of her neck and said, "I love you. So so much."
Addison didn't respond, just blushed and fought a smile.
"You're so beautiful."
She moved her head indicating a no, to which he replied, "yes. You are."
"Shut up."
"Never," He kissed her fully on the lips, softly, and then pecked her lips, seeing as she closed her eyes slowly and then her eyebrows frowned, another cramp taking over.
Addison let out a breath, "Ow. Ah, it hasn't been this bad in so long."
"I'll go get the heating pad." Derek decided, but as soon as his hand got off her skin, she looked back.
"No, that was good. Don't go. Just stay." Her shiny eyes begged for him to stay.
Derek nodded and went back to cuddling her and rubbing her stomach, "Still eight point nine?"
"Nine point three now," Her voice shaked a little.
He frowned, worried about her, "That bad?"
"Mhmm." She managed to softly mumble, grabbing hard onto a pillow, "I hate this."
"Me too. I hate it when you don't feel alright. Breaks my heart," Derek said nicely as he kept on rubbing her tummy and developing kisses on her cheeks, neck and the top of her head, trying to shower her with love and make her feel better.
After a while Addison let out a relieved breath and her hand grabbed the hand he had caressing her belly and guided them a little lower, just a few inches below her belly button, "Try to massage there, please?"
Derek did as told, "How is that?"
"Better. Thank you babe," Addison closed her eyes and gave in to Derek's magic touch, feeling her cramps intensity lowering and feeling more relaxed than before, "I'm still mad though."
Derek held a laugh, not wanting to start an argument as to why being mad at him was absurd, and kissed her neck a couple of times, "Number?"
"Seven."
"Just a seven?" He chuckled, loving how she would always be so specific.
"Mhmm."
Derek kept on massaging her. The sound of her relieved moans meant it was helping, "How about I cook you some blueberry pancakes and then prepare a warm bath for you."
"With extra blueberries?" She asked hopefully, making eye contact with her husband.
He smiled down at her, "Yes, with extra blueberries."
Her eyes sparkled, "How about chocolate chips?"
"I don't think we have those."
"But I want chocolate chips!" She pouted.
Derek smiled slightly down at her, "I'll go to the store and get you chocolate chips."
"But I don't want you to go," Addison kept on pouting and her eyes were turning glassy as earlier.
"Fine, I'll call Mark and he'll get them."
Her smile appeared on her features once again, "Yay, I like that idea. Extra chocolate chips?"
"Extra chocolate chips," He nodded.
"Are you going to join me in the bath?"
"Only if you want me to." Derek replied, kissing the tip of her nose.
She giggled and captured his lips with hers, surprising him, not giving him enough time to breathe, which caused him to pull away and cough, making Addison laugh, "Oh my God," she kept on laughing.
"It's not funny." Derek pursed his lips after calming down his coughing.
Addison grinned at him, trying not to keep laughing.
"You practically attacked my life, taking away my air? I could have died." Derek accused her with that 'grumpy smurf' face, as Addison would describe it.
"Aw, poor baby boy. You want me to call your mamma?" She teased him, brushing his hair with her hand, smiling.
"You're so mean," He said, smiling down at her, happy that he had helped her with her cramps, and strangely happy he choked on his wife's salive now that she was back on smiling.
Addison winked at him, "I have a right to be mean."
Derek rolled his eyes playfully, "I'll go call Savvy and then I'll fill the bath for you, k?"
"K." Addison nodded.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" She tilted her head to the side.
Derek had brought her the pancakes to bed after she had gotten out of her long warm bath, just in time, "Like I'm the keeper of the chocolate chips."
"You are. More, please," She said, holding up a fork pointing in his direction.
For her luck, he indeed had brought the chocolate chips upstairs as well, he added more chocolate chips to her pancakes, "Better?"
"So much better," She said, taking a bite of the pancakes he had specially cooked for her, "The banana slices were a nice touch though."
He smiled at her, looking so cute wrapped in that comfy robe, "I'm glad you liked it. How was your bath?"
"It was nice, how was Mark?"
"Annoyed, because apparently I interrupted his conquest."
Addison giggled, "I missed your pancakes," she said and then took another bite.
Derek stared at her for a couple of silent seconds and then proceeded to change from his undershirt and pants to something more comfortable.
When he came back, Addison was almost finished eating, he leaned and kissed her cheek, causing her to groan with a full mouth, "M EATN DREK!" Addison complained, sounding nonsense, her eyebrows furrowed, with her free hand she hit his arm a little bit more stronger than he expected.
"Ow!" He complained, "I was just trying to be nice," He clearly did not miss her mood swings.
"SH," That he could clearly understand from her full mouth, "Y DO U ALWAS TRYN TO BTHER M!?"
Derek let out a chuckle, "I don't understand a single word you're saying, honey."
She waited until she had swallowed to get back to him, but instead of talking she hit him with her fists, she had already left her fork aside, of course.
"Ow, Addison! Okay, Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He laughed.
"You're so annoying," She complained, hitting him one last time, a bit more playful than the others, she sighed, "I think I'd like the heating pad now."
"I'll get it for you, are you finished here?"
"Ah huh," Addison said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Derek went downstairs to get Addison a heating pad and leave the tray, which didn't take long, although he had forgotten to call Savvy. It was about to be six thirty, so he hurried to the phone and dialed their number, thank God Weiss responded, who immediately started begging Derek to hurry up and end the call.
When he was back she was curled up in a ball underneath the covers, she had changed into fresh pajamas and she looked tired, she had also drunk up the whole glass of water that had been on her nightstand before he left.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, walking towards her, he offered the heating pad.
"Eightish," Addison said, taking the heating pad from him, and getting comfortable, "Sorry for snapping at you."
"It's alright," He said, sitting down at the edge of the bed, "All that matters is you," Derek said, kissing her face, her giggling as he kept kissing her.
She grabbed him by the side of his face and brought him down to kiss her softly, "Thank you for taking care of me."
"No need to thank me."
"I'll give you a proper thank you when I feel better," Addison promised her husband, kissing him softly on the lips again, smiling as their lips parted, "Why did you take so long?"
"No reason, I washed the dishes," He smiled charmly, somehow getting away with such white lie, and as well now having to actually wash the dishes if he could get himself far from her.
"You're so pretty. Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"
Derek raised her eyebrows, "Pretty?" He asked, causing Addison to roll her eyes dramatically, hating when he would criticize her vocabulary.
"Handsome, sexy, gorgeous, pretty. Yes, Derek. Pretty." Addison insisted, playing with his hair, "Your hair is pretty, your eyes… everything about you," The redhead giggled, giving him space to join in bed beside her.
He rolled his eyes, "I should be the one telling you how pretty you are," Derek challenged.
She chuckled and got closer to her husband, snuggling on his chest, letting out a sigh of relief.
"You are very pretty too, you know? So beautiful, divine, perfect… I love all about you, your skin, your hair, your lips, your eyes. You are so stunning, so so sooo pretty," He looked down and heard her breathing calmer than usual, "Addie?"
Derek moved a little, trying to reach her eyes with his, but Addison groaned sleepily and changed her position, still snuggling, her eyes closed. He tried not to giggle at the sounds that would come out of her, she would still be pissed and annoying in her sleep somehow. He kissed the top of her head, happy she was finally getting some rest, hoping it would last and that the pain wouldn't wake her up later.
He caressed her hair and whispered to her ear, "I love you so much," Derek kissed the top of her head again.
She mumbled some sleepy nonsense and gripped onto Derek before drifting off to a deep sleep.
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