A few weeks had passed and things were going as fine as possible, except for the daily "I hate this trailer" complain from Addison. They would argue about it a couple of times and then he would apologize of she would apologize.

The 'trying to act like those young in love couples' seemed to be working. Going out to just take a walk, even Derek proposed to go swim in the lake near his land, which they agreed to do but Addison couldn't bring herself to even touch the water.

He had been genuinely happy around her or ever since he came to Seattle. Derek had started to see her sparkle again, her bright self in many different ways. He holds her close at night just as he did when their marriage was healthy all those years ago.

After a long shift and a couple of drinks at Joe's over conversation with Burke, the Shepherds arrive their small metallic place. Derek gets ready for her to complain again and wishes he could take his ears off, and Addison is ready to complain about the trailer. As usual she mutters an "I hate this trailer" when they approach such, and Derek rolls his eyes. She opens the door to it and Doc jumps toward his owners.

"Doc!" Addison shouted, surprised by the canine. "Derek could you… calm him down?" Addison asked as the dog kept on jumping against her legs, clearly excited of having her home.

Derek took Doc by the collar and pulled him away. Surprisingly the beast understood the point. "I'll go take him for a walk." Derek announced, grabbing Doc's leash from the kitchen counter.

"Okay", she nodded at her husband and walked towards the bedroom.

As soon as he had left the trailer, he dialed a number on his phone and looked back to the trailer making sure he wasn't being watched by his spouse. As the other voice joined the call he took a deep breath, relieved there was an answer.

…

Addison sat down on the bed and started removing her clothes, after that she took a short shower and put on some fresh pajamas, she got inside bed and as soon as she was getting sleepy, her phone started beeping. Unknown number.

She answered the call anyway, "Doctor Addison Shepherd."

"Addie! Still Shepherd?" Her older brother's voice made her feel surprised and confused. Archer only called when he needed a favor or was in trouble.

She scoffed, "Archie? What do you want?"

"Why do you always assume I want something?" The male voice asked through the phone. "I've been good too." His sarcastic voice added.

She rolled her eyes, "You never call unless you want something, you're in trouble or when you feel lonely… which I don't think you are because there's always a pair of young women following you around." Addison said, sitting up in bed, "Come on, spit it out."

"Fine." Archer sighed, "I need the Hamptons house."

"For what."

"To stay at during the weekend."

"Archer, you can pay whichever expensive hotel you want in the Hamptons, you certainly do not need my house."

"Fine… Agh, Bizzy wants to go and see if the property is good for business."

"What?!" She exclaimed, anger growing within her.

"She said that now that you and Derek are having problems and you guys are probably having a divorce anytime now, she would want to see the house and then convince you to sell it." Archer said.

Addison scoffed sharply, "You have got to be kidding! For God's sakes, Archer. After all these years you're still Mama's boy? I can't believe it." She laughs sarcastically and runs a hand through her hair.

"I so not am Mama's boy." He says, defensive.

She inhales sharply and says; "I'm just so upset that everytime I hear from you is for your own benefit!" Addison said angrily.

"That is not true!"

"You don't even remember my birthday." The redhead stated as a valid argument.

He laughed, "I do remember it!"

"You do?! When is it?" She asked, standing up from the bed and walking out of the bedroom towards the kitchen, she was going to need a drink after this call was over.

"September 11th?"

"Not even close, Archer." She said as she grabbed a glass from a cabinet.

An uncomfortable silence followed as Addison poured herself a glass of bourbon and took a sip of it. The silence was killed by Archer speaking again; "Is this a 'no' on the Hamptons thing…?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Addison said angrily.

"Bizzy's not gonna be happy." His annoyed tone responded.

Addison took another sip of her drink and took a deep breath, "Well, maybe she might even think about calling me herself instead of using you as her minion."

"You are mean."

"Good Night, Archer." She said and hang up the call.

Leaving her phone on the small kitchen counter, she proceeded to take another sip from her drink and start thinking about the conversation she had had. Addison knew her mother wouldn't take no for an answer and would show up at their summer house anyway just to take a peek. That's when the idea pops in her head.

But suddenly her thoughts were interrupted because Derek opened the door to the trailer, revealing an exhausted him and a perky dog. "Had a nice walk, Doc?" Addison asked friendly to the furry canine who was now jumping against her legs, hoping to be caressed.

"Doc, cut it off." Derek said, taking him by the collar, expecting the dog to not bother his redhead wife.

"Want a drink?" Addison asked nicely, trying not to think about how annoyed she was because of the 'Bizzy situation' going on.

He smiled at her, "Sure."

Addison nodded and poured him a drink. Her face had went from perky as much as Doc was to a stressed expression. "So… we have the weekend off." She said, handing him his drink.

He took it from her and nodded, "We do." He said, sipping his liquor.

"Any important surgeries on Monday?" Addison asked sipping her own drink.

Derek frowned at her, "Nothing that important until Wednesday. What are you up to?" He asked, seeing the expression on his wife's face, something was going on.

"We need to go to the Hamptons." She spilled.

Derek looked surprised. The Hamptons was certainly not his favorite place and Addison suddenly saying such thing considering where they were standing in their relationship was just odd.

"Look, Addie, I get that it's been a stressful week, but why taking a trip to the other side of the country just for a weekend? What's going on?"

"It's our house, why can't we go? We used to visit it often when we lived in New York!"

"Exactly, lived." He echoed for emphasis.

She rolled her eyes, "Fine!"

Derek sighed and drunk the last of his drink quickly, afterwards leaving the glass on the sink, "Addie, what's wrong?"

Addison was clearly upset and she knew Derek could see it, so she just exploded; "I hate my mother, ok?! I hate Bizzy. I just… I can't believe that she doesn't even have faith in me, not even the very less. Nothing." She says, doing gestures with her hands as she usually does when she explains something.

"What happened?" He asked, taking a step closer to his wife.

"Archer called. Bizzy thinks our Hamptons house would be great material for business."

"Well, it's ours, which means it's still mine and she hasn't asked me." Derek shrugged.

"That's the thing! Apparently she's convinced we will get a divorce and then she will be able to just convince me in a much easier way because I would be vulnerable and depressed."

"Yeah, but we're not getting a divorce, so you should call Bizzy and explain it to her: We are together again and we want to stay that way." He said, taking her by both upper arms and looking straight into her stressed and emotional eyes.

The redhead sighed and looked down, "Agh, I can't help it, Derek! I just can't. She just…"

"I know." He cut her off, embracing her, letting her head rest against his chest as his arms kept her closer to him.

Addison closed her eyes for a moment, "Come on, say yes… Let's go." She started begging again, the anxiety of her mother somehow controlling her in a way kept on growing. She looked up to her husband.

He smiled at her and kissed her nose, "Nope," Derek said, letting go of his wife and walking into the bedroom.

"Come on! It would be great. You can fish… I can keep my nerves calmed somehow after telling my mother not to be a bother ever again… We could even have pizza at that place we used to like!"

"Don't you ever play with something as serious as Francesca's pizza."

She rested both hands against her hips and met his gaze, "I would never play with such thing and you know it."

"You are evil." He said, letting out a long surrender sigh.

"Is that a yes?" Addison asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, letting her win.

She giggled happy of being able to convince her husband, "Thank you!" She said, walking towards him, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Addison said thankfully, smiling and kissing Derek's face. "Thank you." She said softly after a little while.

If this trip was going to help Addison's anxiety and mommy issues, then he was going to go.

Which he didn't know was that he was going to be woken up by Fleetwood Mac songs and an stressed Addison packing their bags. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light of the morning and Doc licking his cheek, that's when he saw her there: In her underwear, trying to figure out what to take to their Hamptons house.

"Addison?" He said groggily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in bed. She looked up and met his sleepy gaze, her smile brighten up.

"Morning," She said nicely, putting on some jeans.

He yawned, running a hand through his hair, "You already took a shower?! How come I didn't hear the water running?" He said surprised as he kept on looking at his gorgeous wife.

She chuckled, "You were tired, that's why." Addison reasoned, "Already booked the plane tickets, told Richard we were getting away for the weekend and he seemed okay with it based on his perky tone, so… the only thing left is leaving Doc at Grey's house and you need to shower and dress up." The redhead said in record time.

He blinked, "Why is Doc staying at Meredith's house?"

Addison sigued, "Because I called her and asked her. She said, as I recall, 'I would love to take care of him.'" Addison said, picking up a blouse from her side of the bed, starting to put it on slowly, trying not to cause any wrinkles.

Even if for Derek the image of his wife putting on a blouse slowly was a perfect picture, he was thinking about Meredith and the vet. He had known they had a thing going on since the last time he went to the vet with Doc. He never told Addison about it, not because he was afraid of causing any jealousy if he spoke about Meredith, but because he wanted to ignore it.

He stood up and went to the bathroom, he washed his face and took a deep breath. He didn't want to see Meredith. Worst of all Addison might have explained that they were going on a trip out of town, maybe that had affected the intern somehow. What the hell was he thinking about anyway?! He was married. He had a wife; a really loving, beautiful, kind, intelligent, hot wife.

Things were going okay between him and Addison, why did he have to start to think about his former fling?! He just hoped Addison wasn't going to suddenly read his mind and get upset.

"Derek, honey? Are you gonna take long in there? I need to brush my teeth.." Addison shouted, not actually needing to raise her voice that much, considering the trailer wasn't big at all.

Did you just call me honey? Don't call me honey.

He had to do the right thing, after all Meredith was just a drug, and Addison was his medicine. The intern never conquered anything but his penis and the redhead woman had conquered his whole life.

"No." He said, opening the door, coming out of the bathroom and pecking her lips as she walked towards the bathroom.

…

After he finished his shower, he found the trailer impeccable. Addison had chosen an outfit for him and she had made the bed, she wasn't home and neither was Doc, so the only other place she could be at was on her way to Meredith's house.

And he was right, because next to his prepared outfit, there was a note, 'I went to drop Doc at Meredith's. Be back soon!', He smiled at the way she had drawn a little heart at the end of the note and started to get dressed.

Addison clearly did not approve flannel shirts, but apparently she had started to accept them over the time, because she had chosen a pair of jeans and a navy blue flannel shirt.

…

Before they knew it, they were parking outside of their Hamptons house. A tired Addison and a growing headache Derek both thanked the taxi driver and started taking their luggage out of the car.

It was weird to enter their house and realize how familiar it felt to be inside it. It smelled the same and was as stunning as always. The sunset gave a good lightning as they walked inside the place. Addison had kept on paying the woman who cleaned the house once per month, and luckily she had been there last week.

A part of Addison hated herself for insisting on making this trip, considering that it held memories of a life before Meredith and Mark. It wasn't as worse as getting inside the brownstone, but it did feel odd and a little melancholy.

"I'm exhausted." The redhead said, leaving her luggage next to the couch of the living room, flopping on the couch.

She was already jetlagged and needed to sleep. Addison wasn't one of those people who would sleep in a plane. "You should have slept in the plane." Derek nagged her, flopping next to her on the couch.

She sighed, "Let me be, Derek." Addison said, running a hand through her curls and closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Do you think it was… passive agressive of me to just… fly to the other end of the country and drag you with me just to prevent my mother of doing something nonsense?" She asked, getting closer to her husband, resting her head against his shoulder, eyes still shut.

"It kind of is, but we also came for the pizza." He said, a little excited about that.

Addison looked up to her husband, "You rather come here because of a restaurant instead of me?" She asked, jokingly, with a fake hurt voice.

"No… I mean… both?" He chuckled.

She got closer to him and kissed his lips. He parted his lips so she could keep going but she stopped and held up her index finger, "Francesca's pizza or me? Make a choice." She said with a cocky grin.

After a small silence he grinned at her and said in a slow and warm tone; "You. It's always been you." He said, his blue eyes shining as hers did too. Somehow that sentence meant a lot, and they both knew it. And with that, he kissed her lips and as the day disappeared and the night joined them, they kept on snuggling on the couch, making out once in a while, laughing at each other's cuteness.

Before any one of them would fall asleep, Derek suggested going to bed.

After changing into pajamas and climbing into bed, he fell asleep as soon as his eyes shut and his head touched the pillow. But for Addison things were going completely different. Her thoughts were so loud that she couldn't even shut her eyes. The moonlight filled the room with a little of lightning and she kept looking at the ceiling, wondering how her husband could sleep so deeply.

"Derek." She said sharply, expecting his peaceful asleep body to react to the sound of her voice. It didn't, so she tried again, "Derek!"

He started mumbling something as his body reacted to her voice. "What is it, Addison?" He asked, sleepy.

She sighed, "Do you think I'd be a bad mother? Like… would I become Bizzy? Would I be a controlive arrogant bitch to my hypothetical children?" Addison let out, a little frustrated at the thought.

They had discussed kids after a year of dating, and they both said they wanted a family, but just weren't ready for it yet. And they 'weren't for it yet' for the next eleven years and counting. The desire of a family was there, but their careers were also there and more present than ever.

"You woke me up to talk about hypothetical children?" He scoffed, sitting up in bed, getting comfortable as he watched her eyes glimpse with a little bit of sadness and her facial expressions demonstrated a pouty face. "Addie… you would be nothing like your mother." Derek said, landing a hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.

"You don't sound too convinced."

"I am! Look, I'm sure you would be there for them on a daily basis, you would play with them, attend their special events, help them when they have to study, you would even quit smoking!"

"I don't smoke."

"Well, you would quit the hypothetical smoking for the hypothetical kids, wouldn't you?" He teased her, which made her giggle.

"Yes I would do that for them."

"See? Your mother couldn't even quit being an 'arrogant bitch'" he said, quoting her own words from before.

She smiled and got closer to him, snuggling as closer as possible, their feet touching and their noses inches apart. "Thank you." She said, pecking his lips.

"Me too." He said, smiling at her. But then he said, "Will they always be hypothetical?"

"I don't think I'll start smoking anytime soon, Derek."

"The kids. I meant the kids."

She gasped, surprised by the question. "We never discussed that before."

"Well, maybe that influenced the crumbling of our marriage."

"So did your workaholic behavior."

"Just don't say another word before we start a fight we don't want to have."

"Fine."

"You didn't answer the question."

"I wouldn't want them to keep being hypothetical at some point."

"You wouldn't?"

"No. Would you?"

"I wouldn't want them to keep being hypothetical either." He smiled at her, kissing the top of her nose, "Let's go to sleep, alright? You have a long day tomorrow looking through the windows in case your mother decides to make an appearance." He chuckled.

She rolled her eyes, "It's not funny, Derek."

"I'm sorry… let's sleep, shall we?"

Addison proceed to lay her head on his chest and caress his naked abdomen, closing her eyes and hearing his heartbeat. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He said.

…..

i know this is super short and i hate myself for it but currently working on future updates.

i apologize for the typos and i send u all love, hopefully you are all taking your social distance and healthy! get your flu vaccines! and review so i can get encouraged to keep writing this crappy fanfic :)