"Hey Mc Dreamy," Addison whispered as she watched Derek open his eyes. Derek raised a brow. Color crept upon his face.

"Mc Dreamy?"

A smile played on Addison's lips. "Mc Dreamy. Mc Steamy. Dr. Gorgeous. Are you blushing? Is the charming Dr. Derek Shepherd blushing over his nicknames? I have to say, Mc Dreamy is cute, but I prefer to call you handsome."

"Addison, please," Derek groaned.

"I'm pushing it, aren't I?"

"Just a bit."

Addison sighed and got out of bed. Upon recommendation of Dr. Talvert, Addison moved in to the trailer. She was against it, till Derek agreed they could do house hunting… eventually. All most 2 months had passed since they began marriage counseling. They were making some progress.

"I'm going to make some coffee. Would you like some breakfast?"

"We're meeting Richard and Ella for breakfast, remember?" Derek called as he entered the bathroom.

Addison slid back down to the bed. Reconciling with Derek was not going to be easy. He was still so guarded. It was as if touching her repulsed him at times. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the twisted blankets. She wondered if it would have been easier for them in Manhattan. Brian had left New York for a better offer in Detroit. She rolled over and looked at the bathroom door.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?"

She was unsure of the answer. Turning over once again, she reached for his wedding band on the night stand. She had scoured the city in search of the perfect band. She wanted everything about their wedding to be perfect. And it was, well almost. Everything had been a nightmare till the day of. Her maid of honor, Kendel, almost didn't make it to the actual ceremony. The wrong bridesmaid dresses had been given to her bridesmaids. A grimaced came over her face as memories leading up to her wedding came to mind.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked walking out of the bathroom a few minutes later in a pair of boxers.

"I was just thinking how I wanted to kill my sister on our wedding day for delivering the wrong EVERYTHING. You had my dress. I had your suit. Your parents were stuck in traffic. Kendel was stuck at the airport."

Derek laughed as the image of a crazed Addison came to mind. She had shrieked in horror when she found her wedding gown in his possession.

"I would have not made it through the day if you hadn't swept me off my feet. Did you know that it took me 7 New York jewelry stores and 3 in New Jersey to find the perfect wedding band for you?"

"It took me 3 weeks to plan your proposal and only Marty knows how long to design your ring," Derek replied holding Addison's hand up to inspect his handy work. Addison squeezed his hand in hers. " I couldn't believe that you ran from the room after saying yes."

"I didn't want you to see me crying like one of those sappy girls. Plus there was this really embarrassing dance."

"You danced?" Derek chuckled.

"Yes, but you will never, ever see it," Addison replied with a playful smirk. She pecked Derek on the lips before making her way to the bathroom.

Derek sat down on the bed and looked at his wedding band. Inside the platinum band, the phrase "How Do I Love Thee.." was engraved. When a 22 year old Derek, met Addison, she was sitting on the steps of the school library with a book in hand. The book was a copy of poetry by Elizabeth Barrette Browning. Addison had just turned to the poem, "How do I love thee. Let me count the ways," when Derek took a seat next to her and asked her to dinner. Addison, of course, turned him down flat. She told him that there was no way she was going to let any man interfere with her career dreams. He continued to ask her out every week after that. She finally caved 6 weeks later. He slipped the ring on his hand and proceeded to get dressed.