Daddy's Little Girl

Luvaddek: Thank you :) I really love writing this story because it can be so annoyingly cuteeeee

Addison-fan: I think I'll update the others soon too, I did update Counting Stars, but my motivation has somewhat died… BUT not for this story! Oh, and this might be even cuter than the last chapter.

LoveLastsForever: I'm pretty sure this story will be pure fluff from now on because writing fluff is so much nicer!

Guest: In this chapter even I was starting to wonder if it's too cute :D So more cuteness!

Guest: Thank you! And you will, I'm just absolutely terrible at writing smut :(

Em: :D Seriously? You'd probably have moved in with him right away!

Guest: Nah, Derek's great and understanding and doesn't want to rush things :D But they'll be taking the next step soon!


Derek Shares His Tent

"So what is all this?" She smiled when he was standing in front of her, Grace already running to look at her room and squealing when she saw that he had set up a tent in her room as well.

"Oh, I just thought that the rebel in you would enjoy painting just maybe one or two rooms yourself… Plus you hated the outdoor camping."

"It ruined my phone."

"Which is why I brought the camping, and also the paint, to you."

"Hmm…" She was debating what he had said and then had to smile at the dreading look on his face before she leaned in to kiss him. "You're perfect." She whispered and kissed him again. "So how did you get in here?"

"Apparently your relator really likes me."

"I should have known not to let you near other women."

"Yeah, you should have." He laughed before quickly kissing her before Grace came back into the room. "Grace, I'm sorry but they didn't have black…"

"Can I have the pink then?" She pointed at one of the cans on the floor.

"Absolutely." Derek smiled, especially when Addison mouthed 'thank you', before he picked up some rollers and paintbrushes. "Are you girls ready to paint?"

"I might need to change…" Addison motioned at her very expensive dress and shoes.

"We took care of that too." Grace pointed at a bag by the door.

"Oh, we?" She picked up her daughter to tickle her.

"Yes!" Grace giggled. She had tried so hard not to tell her mother anything because her aunt Adele had told her about the great surprise during their dinner when they had snuck off to pack a few things so they could actually paint.

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"Gee, is there anything you can't do?" Addison looked at Derek over her shoulder. They had been painting Grace's room and Derek had managed to paint something that really looked almost exactly like the Brooklyn Bridge on one of the walls.

"I'm a terrible golfer, if that helps?"

"It does, a little…" She whispered and grinned as she took his hand in hers to pull him out of the room, Grace already asleep in her tent.

"So you don't hate the painting idea?" He raised his eyebrows at her when they were upstairs, in the room she had picked as her bedroom.

"I love the painting idea." Addison smiled when he came to stand closer.

"Oh, you look like it." He chuckled and tilted her chin to the side to look at the paint spots all over her face before kissing her ever so softly, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck as he pressed her against the wall of her room. A low moan left her lips when his fingers travelled underneath her shirt and along her ribcage while she ran her teeth along his bottom lip before she pulled back, her forehead resting against his as her breathing was still a little heavy.

"And here I thought we were supposed to paint my room too, silly me." She whispered with a grin on her face before pecking his lips again.

"Mhm, we really should." He kissed her one last time before pulling back and walking towards the paint cans. "Which color would you like?"

"Hmmm… I don't know, but could you paint Russell Crowe on my wall?"

"No." Derek laughed and watched her look at the colors. "You may notice that there is no white, off white, vanilla, eggshell, or whatever else there is…"

"Uhhh! I like this one! Why is it like yellow but called baked scone?" She tilted her head to the side to look at him.

"It isn't yellow. And I only know that because I've referred to it as yellow as well while I was in the store." He picked up a can of paint and walked towards her room, Addison following.

"And what were you told?"

"That it is, and I'm going to quote, so you do not get to make fun of me, call me gay, or metro whatever it is you say sometimes, okay?" She had started laughing but nodded her head for him to continue. "It is sweet and subtle, these subdued shades of yellow guarantee a sunny disposition when you wake up." He stopped when she started coughing because she had been laughing so hard. "You don't deserve to hear the rest."

"Oh, please, sensei, tell me." She cleared her throat and bit the insides of her cheeks so she wouldn't laugh again.

"Fine. The warming hue provides a cozy neutral to pops of color while keeping the room calm and spacious. There, you will now forever make fun of me, won't you?"

"Oh, you can bet on that." She laughed as he only nodded and dipped a brush into the paint.

"Thank you, Derek, you're perfect." Addison leaned against a wall, a smile on her face, as she watched him paint.

Not long after they had started, or Derek had, as a matter of fact, they were sitting in front of said wall with wine glasses in their hands.

"Are you feeling the warming hue just yet?" Addison glanced at him over her shoulder after having sat there in silence for a few minutes.

"I am so looking forward to meeting that mother of yours." He laughed when she gave him a completely horrified look. "I'll even tell her I voted for Trump."

"If you did you need to get out of this house and never come back."

"Oh, somebody takes her politics very seriously." He chuckled. "I was joking, but it is very good to know that I, apparently, am not very valuable."

"You are. Without you this wall would still be vanilla and that would probably really mean that I am becoming my mother… So, and I'm not only asking because this last sentence needs to be forgotten, but are you staying over?" She saw the surprise in his face. "Because I'd really like you to."

"So you're sharing your tent with me?"

Addison had to laugh and shook her head. "Yes, but only because you shared yours in a time of great need." She got off the floor and extended her hand to him. "Come on, I'm tired from all this painting."

"Everything you painted I had to paint over again because for a surgeon you are not so thorough with the painting…" This earned him a slight slap but she laughed nevertheless.

"Well, I will make that up to you because I haven't showed you my favorite part of this house." She opened the French doors to the big balcony. The view was amazing and rather than seeing another house they only had a view of the forest close by.

"Why is there a sofa out here?" He pulled her towards him so they were now facing each other when he motioned to the sofa on the balcony.

"Yeah, you know, I sometimes like to shop and when I see something I like I buy it and then I had it delivered here without thinking that the painters were coming so then I told them to put it upstairs and on this balcony. So now that the painting is done I will probably realize that the sofa either doesn't go with any of the colors or that it is far too heavy for me to move anywhere, which is why I'll probably just leave it here."

"You are a very complex woman." Derek chuckled and sat down, smiling when she sat down next to him. "Now, one more question, I promise, but what happened with Karev? Because he was not exactly singing your praises."

"Oh, you'll enjoy this." She rested her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath before starting. "He asked Stevens to switch so he didn't have to deliver the triplets with me and I said no, then I overheard him telling the others that, apparently there is nothing I can teach him." When he was about to say something she quickly continued. "While that made me pretty mad, there is more. He also said, and I think this kept me from cutting him open while he was still alive, that I am insanely hot." She smiled when he had to laugh and shook his head. "And also the hottest woman he has ever hated."

"So you had him assigned to you permanently?" He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Eeeeexactly. Because I want to torture him and just make him care about the patients, a little, at least, but mostly because I want to make him so unbelievably mad." She had to laugh. "Is that mean?"

"Under normal circumstances, yes, but considering it's Karev, not so mean." He kissed her cheek when she smiled. "Even though I have to agree with him a little." At her annoyed look he grinned and continued, "you are insanely hot."

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"You look annoyed." Miranda sat down next to Addison, who was scribbling on some pretty jammed list in front of her in the cafeteria. "Weekend not good?"

"Actually we spent all of Friday night painting." She smiled when she thought back of the weekend. "Saturday indoor camping… What I'm trying to say is that my weekend was very good but I am annoyed because I'm trying to plan a birthday party…"

"You paint? You don't look like the kind of gal to do that herself…"

"Well, Derek did most of the painting."

"That McDreamy seems to be doing a lot for you." Miranda had to smile because her and Addison had become quiet close and she was happy her friend was happy.

"He's perfect. And he also really hates that people here refer to him as McDreamy, which makes it even more fun to say."

"Then what party are you obsessing about?"

"Grace's birthday." Addison sighed and put the pen and her glasses down.

"And that is stressful to you, who runs around saving lives all day, because…?"

"It's in three months, I have little time to plan anything, I don't know if my best friend is even going to come and I do believe that drinking in front of Seattle moms is about as frowned upon as it is in front of New York moms and I cannot handle this many children without alcohol, without my best friend and most likely with my mother there."

"So your mother is like my mother in law?"

"Yep, just that we are related by blood, which makes the whole thing even worse. That woman goes through more maids than I go through coffee."

"And you're rich too…" Miranda mumbled more to herself than to anyone else. "But three months is a really long time, which means that you're probably tense for another reason."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Addison quickly said and put her glasses back on before getting back to her list.

"Yes, you do, so you can just get over yourself and tell me."

Addison sighed and looked up, obviously debating whether she should say something or not. "Fine. But this is personal. Uhm… Derek and I haven't exactly…"

"Ever?" Miranda raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Ever."

"So how long has it been?" For someone as straight forward as Miranda this still was rather uncomfortable.

"Uhm, little more than two and a half years." Addison mumbled and cleared her throat.

"You know what? You should call that best friend of yours because I'm not a girl's girl, or any girl, as a matter of fact."

"You were great, thanks, Miranda." Addison had to laugh, thankful that the tension had subsided a little. "So, how was Tucker's birthday?" She gave her friend an apologetic smile when Miranda only groaned before walking her through the weekend…


Aaaaaaaaalright! You all want them to have sex, huh?

I'm terrible at writing that though! So maybe they just won't… Kidding, they will and soon, but I still suck at writing it, so more cuteness for now!

Thoughts? Anyone who would like to write the sex part for me? :D But, really, how cute is Derek!

Reviews are love!