Daddy's Little Girl

LoveLastsForever: Aww, thank you :) And I think I won't ever be able to stop with the fluff in this story, seriously, just love a little happy Addek every now and then!

Addison-fan: Here's some more fluff and the next chapter will be even worse :D happiness is just always needed.

JustAnotherIntern14: Yep, I will do that ;) I already have a chapter with them but I'm not sure when I'll use it and I'm not sure whether they should be happy she's moved on or not just yet...

Luvaddek: I think they had sooooo much potential and would have deserved a fresh start! But writing ff will have to do :D

bennyexpi09: I really want a kid like Gracie at some point :D okay, feels weird to even say that… But thank you :)

Em: I kinda want them to go camping more often :D

Guest: Thank you :)

Guest: I don't know why this always takes me so long but here's a new update! And thanks :)


Surprise!

"I would like to inform you that I have just bought a townhouse." Addison said as she walked to Derek three weeks after they had been camping. Things between them had been absolutely amazing and she couldn't stop smiling, not just because she had finally found a great house.

"Oh, you have? And how come I wasn't dragged to that one as well?" He smiled as he handed her a paper cup with coffee in it.

"Honestly? Because I thought that you were bad luck." She grinned when he had to laugh and rolled his eyes. "And the fact that I have now found a house does prove that."

"Oh, okay, thank you very much." Derek laughed. "How does your daughter like it?"

"Well, Princess Grace of Monaco is, of course, not pleased because it is not living up to her royal standards."

"How come?" He smiled and leaned against the railing around the panorama window.

"Because it's not your house." Addison sighed and turned slightly so she was now facing him completely. "But she will live. I'm bringing her there after work today, so I was wondering, only if you really don't have anything better to do and—"

"I'd love to come see the house." Derek chuckled because he knew she would have gone on rambling if he hadn't stopped her. "And I'm only going to bring you decaf coffee from now on."

"Thank you, and you won't if you still want me to be nice to you." She gave him the sweetest smile she could muster and finished her coffee before walking down the hall again.

"Hopeless…" He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

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"This doesn't have a big yard!" Grace gave her mother a look once they had walked through the entire house and she hadn't said a single thing throughout the entire 'tour'.

"But it has a yard. And it's even bigger than our yard in New York." Addison leaned against the doorframe and sighed because nothing would ever be Grace appropriate when it came to houses.

"But we lived right next to Central Park…"

"And now we live almost right next to a real forest."

"Can't Carl and I just live with you?" She looked at Derek.

"And where would I live if Carl and you moved?" Addison raised her eyebrows before Derek even had a chance to reply to the little girl's question.

"Here because I don't know if Derek would really like to have all three of us living there…"

"My daughter, ladies and gentlemen…" Addison mumbled as Grace went to inspect the yard again, Derek could only laugh.

"Can I bring a tape recorder to these conversations in the future?" He chuckled and walked over to Addison, who just gave him a look, not funny.

"So, you hate it too? You want to move away and leave me here all by myself too?"

"Well," he pulled her a little closer by her coat and then tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I like the house, it looks great, good neighbourhood and, and this is by far my highlight, it's like ten minutes away from my house."

"Oh, and what's so great about that?" She smiled and tilted her head to the side.

"We could carpool in the morning, I can see my favourite six year old more often…"

"Is that all?" she leaned in to kiss him quickly before raising her eyebrows at him in question.

"Right, I almost forgot that you living here would mean that I get to see you more often as well." Derek whispered and kissed her again.

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"There is something so very disturbing about that image right there." Addison whispered to Miranda Bailey, who was standing next to her as they both looked at Grace sitting on the counter on the nurses' station, Preston, Derek and Mark standing around her.

"Since Sloan is there too, yes."

"She refers to him as McSteamy." Addison shook her head in pure horror. "And then she giggles."

"Yeah, you're on your own with this." Miranda laughed and turned around to get back to her interns.

"So, what are we talking about?" Addison stroked her daughter's hair and raised her eyebrows at Derek more than at anybody else.

"We were talking about how I should decorate my room! And Mark says he has a playground in his!"

"Oh, did he?" She asked, more than not amused and gave Mark a look.

"I'm going to go. Goodbye, Princess Grace, have fun in school." Mark bowed down in front of Grace, who only giggled and looked after him when he left.

"So, how excited are you about starting school here?" Preston tried his best not to laugh at the look on Addison's face, he could understand that any mother would be not so happy about having Mark this close to her daughter. No matter how old that daughter was, really.

"Very! But I would rather hang out here, with all of you and with uncle Richard and aunt Adele but mommy says that I'll make a ton of friends because school is great. But she still refuses to go to her reunions…"

"Because I wasn't as pretty as you are when I was in school…"

"Daddy said you looked awkward." Grace giggled, especially when she turned around to see her mother rolling her eyes.

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"Dr. Montgomery?" Izzie Stevens had come up behind Addison, who was filling out a chart and looked up at the intern. "Could I get in on your surgery and maybe switch with Alex? Because I'd really love to be there during that delivery and—"

"No." Addison took her glasses off. "Because even though I think you have great potential I know well enough that Dr. Bailey will be everything but happy about you two just switching, so that is not what we will be doing." She saw the intern open her mouth to say something. "That's all, Dr. Stevens. But I'll make sure to tell Dr. Bailey that you should be assigned to me more often." She nodded her head when Izzie smiled.

"She said no." Izzie shrugged her shoulders when she sat down next to her friends in the cafeteria later than afternoon.

"What?" Alex groaned. "So I'll be on vagina duty for another week?! Are you kidding me?!"

"Wow, Alex, you could be just, oh, I don't know, grateful because I am stuck in the pit and you complain about delivering triplets." Cristina Yang gave him a look when she got paged yet again and ran down the hall.

"What am I supposed to say?" He shrugged and took a bite from his sandwich. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to learn from Montgomery."

"Yeah, what would you ever learn from one of the best neo natal surgeons in the world…" Meredith Grey mumbled as Izzie just looked at him in disbelief.

"Be that as it may, I don't want to work with crazy bitches as patients all day and while Montgomery is seriously so insanely hot, she's also the hottest woman I have ever dated."

Before the other two could even reply there was a voice behind them and Alex felt his blood freeze in his veins when he slowly turned around to see who had come up behind them.

"Thank you, Dr. Karev." Addison watched all three interns turn around. "And those 'crazy bitches' are patients, patients who need your help. Even if you think they're crazy, even if you hate me and even if you think there is nothing I can teach you, there actually is and you know what it is I can teach you?" She raised her eyebrows and gave him a look that made it perfectly clear that he shouldn't answer her. "That your level of hating me has not reached its maximum capacity just yet and do you know why?" She smiled, not happily, but a lot like she was about to stab him with a scalpel right about now. "Because I'll teach you to care. From now on you will be permanently assigned to me. For as long as I please. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"You can't do that."

"Just watch me." With that and another glare she walked off.

"Oh, that was—" Meredith started but couldn't finish her sentence because she was laughing so hard.

"Brutal!" Izzie finished, also laughing hysterically. "I think she is, by far, my favourite attending around here."

"Oh, just screw you." Alex mumbled. This would be his death; his very slow and painful death.

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"Grace, honey, I'll just open the door real quick and then we can finish this discussion…" Addison sighed and walked to the door to let Derek in. Today was Grace's first day of school and it had not been going so very smoothly.

"Good morning." He smiled at her and saw the look on her face. "Okay, just morning…" He kissed her cheek and followed her into the kitchen.

"I swear this day needs to be over." She whispered and sat down on the chair in front of her daughter. "Honey, first days will always be hard. And this is the closest school and also one of the nicest schools here… But if you decide that you'd rather go somewhere else, we can talk about that too, but only after you at least give it a few weeks."

"Derek, did you have to go to a private school too?" Grace sighed and looked at Derek, who was taking a sip from Addison's coffee cup.

"I went to a private school but I really wanted to go there, if that helps."

"Did you have to wear plaid?" Grace pointed at her skirt and sighed again when Derek just shook his head. "Mom, I don't want to wear plaid! What can I grow up to be if I wear plaid?"

Addison had to try her best not to chuckle, or smile, because Grace would be a little offended. "Sweetheart, you can be whatever you want to be, whatever makes you happy, okay?"

"Even president?"

"Even president." Addison nodded her head and stroked Grace's hair.

"Then why can't I paint my room black?"

"We are not having this conversation again, now, we will drop you off at school because we both have to work."

"But mom—"

"No, school, now."

"Fine, Bizzy…" Grace mumbled and got up to put her shoes on, her mother only rubbing her temples, her eyes closed.

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"So, she wants to paint her room black?" Derek raised his eyebrows at Addison when they were on the ferry.

"Yes, can you please kill me? Because if she does this at six, can you possibly imagine puberty?"

"And why did she call you Bizzy?" He was glad about the smile that appeared on her face when he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer.

"Oh, now that is a story you will enjoy." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Bizzy is my mother and I made the mistake of telling Grace that she refused to let me paint my room in any different color than white, or vanilla, or eggshell, or off-white, which all look exactly the same. And now that she wants to paint her room black and since I refused she calls me Bizzy." Addison nudged him softly when he laughed. "It's not funny, I am not like my mother."

"What's your mother like?"

"Uhm, very conservative, very republican, very old money, very into appearances. I think that's the nicest way to describe her."

"Republican?" Derek laughed but stopped when she looked at him. "Are you for real? I can't picture you being a republican…"

"Yeah, I'm not. You should have seen the look on her face when Grace told her that I hated Bush during Thanksgiving when she was like four years old…" When Derek once again only laughed she added, "mhm, Christopher thought that was hilarious too. You should have seen her face when I wore my 'Hillary 2016' t-shirt to thanksgiving dinner …"

"Wow," he chuckled, "did that to spite her?"

"Little bit." She nodded her head and had to laugh.

"Did it work?"

"Oh yeah, I don't think my mother has ever said this much to me. Nothing nice but still… I even told her that I went from house to house to get people to vote for Bill back in the day and worked at Planned Parenthood, think she almost had a heart attack."

"I'm impressed." And he was still laughing. "So, what color will Grace's room be?"

"I don't know because she won't agree to anything other than black and the painters are coming today…"

"Painters? Really?" Derek gave her look when she nodded. "That's no fun! You won't even paint one room yourself?"

"And you assume that I'm the kind of girl who likes to paint because…?"

"Because you wore that shirt to thanksgiving dinner!" She laughed loudly at that. "Come on, I never would have dared to piss my mom off like that. But you have to do at least one room, it's fun."

"They'll be done by the time I get off work tonight. That's painting done my way." She quickly kissed him when he rolled his eyes and started to say something.

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"So, why do you get happier and happier?" Addison raised her eyebrows at her daughter. She had picked Grace up from school and apparently that had been better than expected but after having dinner with Richard and Adele Grace had gotten happier the closer they got to their townhouse because Addison had promised her daughter that she got to see her room in the new color, even if it wasn't black.

"No reason." Grace just giggled and jumped out of the car when her mother had parked it in the driveway.

"Okay, I don't believe you, but okay." Addison mumbled and walked towards the front door, where Grace was already waiting for her, and unlocked it.

"Surprise." The little girl grinned when she saw the look on her mother's face as soon as she noticed the big tent in the living room and Derek, who had apparently just finished setting it up.

"Yeah, surprise." He gave her a smile and then she also noticed that there were cans of paint and brushes next to the tent and she had to laugh as she walked towards him.


I'm sorry for the little politics thing but just had to…

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Ending this with one of my favorite quotes "And to all of the little girls (…) never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams." -HRC