"You've forgiven Mark?! You do know that he's Mark Sloan… right? The man I slept with—almost-ended-our-marriage-slept-with," Addison asked for the hundredth time, obviously outraged. Her husband just frowned at her, wondering where all the frustration was coming from.
If they were still on a rough patch with their relationship, Derek would have understood Addison's disbelief. And he would have taken her bait and threw adultery to her face. But they're both okay now, and honestly, he could use a guy friend in Seattle other than Richard (which technically doesn't count so, really, he has none).
She has been wondrously frustrated with him these past weeks… so what else is new? He just wonders when all of the mood swings would stop… was it because of lack of sex…?
No, that's definitely not it.
"Yes. For the last time, Addison, I have forgiven him and we're going out for drinks tonight. Why are you so worked up?" Derek asked, sincere curiosity lacing his words. Addison just shrugged and forcefully opened the drawer where her shoes were. Her husband would not understand. He would think she was petty and the moment she tells him, he would laugh at her—no doubt.
"Nevermind. Go do whatever you want…"
"Correct me if I'm wrong but… I seem to be getting that you don't want me to get a drink with Mark tonight… or ever... is that it?"
"I said, nevermind, Derek. This conversation is over," Addison said as she looked at the mirror to check her appearance, only the cramped and small space just increased her annoyance.
With all her frustration, she tried to push back her love-hate thoughts about the trailer. They're meeting with the contractor and that's enough for now. At least, there's progress…
"You know it isn't. Talk to me. Our 300-dollar an hour therapist told us to communi—"
"Alright! Fine! You really want to know?!" Derek watched his wife took a deep breath after he nodded, as if conditioning her whole body with what she was about to say.
They were riding the elevator and Addison was ready to smash her purse on her husband's head. He kept snickering. When he clearly wasn't able to hold back his amusement the moment the elevator doors closed, she immediately detached herself from his hold, yet it seemed as if nothing could deter her husband's mood.
She really shouldn't have said the reason why.
The elevator doors opened and Mark Sloan came in.
Derek burst out laughing.
"Alright… well, someone's in a good mood," Mark stated as he pressed the floor where he was heading. He took a brief side glance at a brooding Addison and smirked. "But I can sense that someone's going to spend tonight on a couch…"
"Yes, but we're drinking at Joe's tonight… so it's all alright." Addison rolled her eyes as her husband spoke with a mixture of amusement and smugness. Her frustration with him wasn't new, because that seemed to be the trend these past few weeks—getting annoyed even at the most mundane small things Derek does.
But at that hour, in the elevator, he was just pushing the right buttons.
"Oh, yeah! Uh… you wanna come, Addison?" Mark hesitantly asked, cautious as he noticed how Addison was close to snapping.
"Yeah, Addie, you wanna come?" Oh, how she wishes she could wipe that smirk off her husband's face. The elevator dinged—thankfully—and before Addison got off, she glared at the men left behind.
"I hope you both drown in alcohol tonight."
She knew that he knew before he could even come near her. Mark Sloan alone already oozed arrogance and more-than-enough-confidence. With the knowledge he more than likely now holds, that just increased those two characteristics ten-fold.
Derek's really sleeping on the trailer's couch for a whole month.
"I heard." Addison snapped her chart shut, glaring at the now smug Mark Sloan.
Of course, Derek told him. They were gossip-y like that.
"You know what? Both of you are gossips—giving teenage girls or the nurses here a run for their money," Addison said moodily, starting to walk away.
"You can still join us tonight!" Mark called out purposefully being loud and teasing.
"Over my dead body," Addison hissed when she briefly turned around to face him. She shouldn't have because she once again saw the smugness leaking out of Mark Sloan's… entirety.
Derek had been sleeping on the couch for a week now and his back was killing him. He does not show how much it was bothering him when he's in the trailer with his wife because, well, pride, but Addison noticed it right after he finished a 7-hour surgery, given that she watched the surgery and waited for him.
"You're back's killing you." He glared at his smirking wife. "God, you're old."
"What did you just say?" Derek asked, following his wife as she started walking down the hallway. "I am not old, Addison. And if I am, so are you."
"Two years is a lot of difference, honey," Addison said as he caught up with her. He did not really know where they were going as he kept ranting about how his back was flaring due to unnecessarily sleeping on a trailer couch for a week.
He noticed her being quiet when they slowed down. He shut up when she gently took his hand as they stopped in front of an exam room door, and he stared at her now obviously nervous face.
She really has no chances winning poker.
"I gotta show you something…" He was so confused at Addison's sudden mood shift that he wasn't able to say anything even as the door closed behind them.
He saw the set-up in front of him, he knew what was going to happen… or what was happening.
"I already printed out pictures the first time I did it—well, Miranda did… but you know… we could do it again so you could see for yourself…?" He looked down at the pictures Addison handed to him. He felt like his heart was about to explode.
"Derek…"
"Yeah. I… I want to see…" His voice was so quiet, Addison would have not caught it had she not been anticipating his reply.
He had to pry his eyes from the picture he was holding to look at Addison, and he smiled widely when he saw her obviously happy face.
He helped her get to the bed and shifted the machine closer.
"I knew it." That got him a raised eyebrow from Addison.
"You knew I'm pregnant? Even before I took the tests?"
"Well… no… but, you know, the mood swings should have given us a heads up." Next thing he knew, there was a stinging pain on his arm. "Exactly what I was talking—alright! I'll stop," Derek immediately cut himself once Addison sat up and attempted to get off the bed.
"I mean, I knew you were going to try to be your own OB-GYN when you get pregnant," He said quietly, smiling at Addison. He settled down on the chair by the stirrups.
He carefully did what Addison instructed for the transvaginal ultrasound and he was so focused with what he was doing to not hurt Addison that he didn't realize it was time to look.
"There's our baby," Addison whispered, not even sparing him a look. He shifted his gaze back to the monitor and he swore the whole universe shifted when he saw the image of their 8-week old child… despite him or her looking like a blob.
When Addison directed him a few more times, his eyes teared up when he heard the one they were looking for. It felt as if it's unfair he couldn't shout to the whole world that they were going to have a child. He held Addison's hand with his free one and they stared at each other sickeningly happy, tears pooling in their eyes.
When they were done and Addison was finished fixing her skirt, he gave in and kissed her.
"Well, now you're not going to be alone being a third wheel to me and Mark," He teased her once they broke apart. That earned him a slap on the chest.
She might not admit it, but she was also thinking what Derek just said… and it's really petty feeling like a third wheel when Derek and Mark are having a guy's night, but she can't help what she feels. It was one of her many regrets in life, telling Derek how she feels when he and Mark are hanging out (especially when she's with them).
Sans the New York Brownstone Mishap, Derek and Mark as best friends had always been inseparable.
"You printed four pictures right?" Derek asked as they walked out of the room and down the empty hallway. Addison just nodded and frowned at her husband.
She really hopes the conversation isn't going where she thinks it is.
"Yes, two for you and two for me…" When Derek made a noncommittal hum and kept walking when Addison stopped, she grew more suspicious. She caught up with him and before she could ask anything, Mark sprouted out of nowhere, waving at them.
"Oh, there's Mark. I'm going to tell him… we can tell him, right?" Addison stared at the way Derek openly held the ultrasound photos he was holding.
"I swear to god, Derek. Are you seriously giving your boyfriend one of your copies?" Addison hissed.
"Honey, jealousy doesn't really suit you," He smirked, and kissed her forehead. When he softly placed his hand on her currently flat stomach, Addison forgot what she was frustrated about as her heart melted.
"I'm gonna go tell my boyfriend!" He laughed loudly as he walked away—joined by Mark who apparently heard the whole thing.
Note: Honestly, help pray for my multi-chapter fics.