A/N : Another one from Dulchey (Dulcineah1). We have all the fun, seriously.

Derek dipped his brush into the can and slapped some more paint on the wall. "I think we should name him Derek Jr."

Addison looked up from the rocking chair, where she was paging through a catalogue of nursery ideas. "What if it's a girl?"

"I think Derika is a pretty name," her husband offered.

Addison laughed. "Yes, and I'm sure she would thank you for that. Years later. While you're asleep. You won't feel a thing."

"I think it sounds nice," Derek pouted, setting down his brush and coming over to give his wife a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll tell you what," Addison offered. "When you conceive a daughter and carry her for nine months, you're welcome to name her whatever you want."

"I think we'd better hold off on that idea, then," Derek gave in, grabbing Addison's hands and pulling her to a standing position. "Because you and me, pregnant at the same time? Not a good idea. Although I have to say, I had my heart set on having a little Derika."

Addison giggled. "Derek, I'm six weeks pregnant. Which means we have another thirty-four weeks to argue about names."

"Thirty-four weeks, huh?" Derek murmured, kissing his wife's forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. "That means I only have thirty-four weeks to do this whenever I want to."

Addison shivered as her husband's hand moved under her shirt and up her back. "All the more reason for you to do it now."

Derek kissed her again, harder and more insistent than before. He had just slid Addison's shirt over her head when he stopped and placed a hand on her stomach, looking slightly uneasy.

"He, or she, can't, um, hear us, right?"

Addison laughed. "Derek, you're a doctor. You know the answer to that."

"Right." Derek looked embarrassed. "Besides, we do need to christen the baby's room."

Addison smiled. "We did that yesterday, remember? Although technically, we haven't christened the rocking chair yet."

"Well then." Derek gave his wife a wolfish grin and pushed her back down into the chair. "What are we waiting for?"