After a psychotic weekend at The Hamptons and various weeks of Addison and Derek becoming some kind of passive workaholic theme, things could totally get more interesting.

The whole 'hypothetical children' chat made them feel a little strange but they were getting through it.

"Christ." She murmurs as she ends vomiting for the second time today. Addison shuts her eyes closed, taking a deep breath, waiting in case there's something left to throw up.

Apparently there is not, finally. When she's ready and done vomiting, she exits the bathroom she's been locked in, she sees herself in the mirror. She's pale. She looks like a ghost, and not a pretty one.

What she also sees through the mirror is Miranda Bailey staring at her, concern in her expression.

"Is everything okay, Doctor Shepherd?" Miranda asks, as she washes her hands. A concerned look making the redhead uncomfortable.

Addison nods, "Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you for asking Doctor Bailey." Addison says politely, walking closer so she can wash her hands and clean her mouth. She feels embarrassed as she notices Miranda staring.

"I don't think you are." The resident says, taking a paper towel and drying her hands. "You don't look so fine."

"It's probably just food poisoning." Addison says, taking a paper towel too, cleaning away any rests from her vomiting from her pink lips and proceed to smile just a little at the resident.

MIranda frowned and stepped closer to the redhead, "Stick your tongue out." the resident ordered.

"Excuse me?" Addison asked surprised, tucking a strand of hair away from her face,

"You heard me." Bailey said, both hands on her hips, waiting for the redhead to do as told.

As idiotic as it seems, she did stick her tongue out for Bailey to look at. Miranda stares and makes a face. "You're not that much dehydrated. At least not yet. Since when have you been like this?"

"The nausea started last night when Derek brought the trout inside the trailer. Ugh, even the thought of it makes me nauseous."

Ah, that too. There were complains about the trout still and that was one of their main problems at the moment.

"Well, did you eat any trout?"

"Hell no." Addison said, shaking her head.

"Are you sore? Have you experienced any-"

The redhead decided to cut off the resident, "Miranda, I'm and OB and a double board certified neonatal surgeon; I know how these things work. I'm definitely not…" Addison says making a gesture towards her stomach, "that."

It had been four weeks since the Hamptons weekend, exactly four weeks since they talked about the 'hypothetical' children. The problem was that maybe it wasn't going to stay hypothetical for long.

Somehow the redhead manages to exit the ladies restroom with no longer questions coming from the resident. Addison went to the attendings lounge and searched for a toothbrush on her purse. She had started to become a dental care addict since they're second year of marriage, when Derek had to get rid of his wisdom teeth. He assured her many times that the wisdom teeth had nothing to do with cleaning or not your teeth after every meal, and she knew this too, but seeing him suffering like that after the surgery made her obsessed about having a good dental care.

She went into the ladies restroom again and brushed her teeth and tongue, hopefully she would get rid of the taste of vomit.

After this she went to get prepped for her next surgery. It was a simple C-section and she just had to make it through it without throwing up the rest of her stomach contents. Derek would nag her and tell her to pass the surgery to someone else, and he would insist for her to take some rest, but Addison is stubborn, so she's going to try her best to remain in a good mood and without any kind of sick faces through the day.

Now, standing in the OR ready to start, she smiles at her patient underneath her mask and assures her things will go as well as possible. Suddenly the doors of the OR open and Richard comes in. "Chief? What are you doing here?" Addison asked, surprised to see him here. She was hopeful Bailey didn't say a word about her horrible morning.

"Well, since today I'm going to be seeing the surgeries of my best surgeons." He said in what seemed to be a cheerful tone.

Addison sighed and smiled under her mask, "And you start with me because you know I'll make everyone else look lousy?" She chuckles.

"Sort of… except that they're all pretty much not cutting at the moment." He chuckled back.

"How come?" Addison asked, knowing Derek had surgeries scheduled for today.

Richard nodded his head, "Well, they do have surgeries, but you're the only one who allowed interns inside today." He said, gesturing to Karev by her side.

The insolent intern rolled his eyes.

"Okay, well… let's get started." Addison said. She took the ten blade and when she was about to cut she felt nauseous again. She stepped back and took a deep breath, closing her eyes, hoping she didn't have to rush out of the OR at this exact moment, because 1/ it would be incredibly unprofessional, and 2/ she wasn't in the mood to keep vomiting.

"Everything alright Doctor MOntgomery?" Sheila asked from the table. She was already afraid and was concerned as to why her surgeon backed from her.

Addison nodded, "Yeah." She shut her eyes, feeling how the nausea started to go away slowly, "I'm sorry, I just felt a little dizzy that's all."

And she wasn't lying.

The surgery went marvellous and as she left the OR walking next to Richard Webber who seemed happy about how the procedure went. "Well, I know you must hear this a lot but you were great inside of there."

She nodded, "Thanks Richard" Addison said happily to hear that, taking off her scrub cap.

"You felt dizzy earlier, feeling alright now?"

"Yeah, It was just a minute."

"Maybe you should take your blood pressure, Addie." He suggested.

She chuckled, knowing he was being nice and all, "It's fine Richard, it was nothing. I swear."

Later that night she entered the trailer and kicked off her heels, Derek confused as he watched his wife literally drop her stuff to the floor. She tossed her purse and coat to the floor, and after a few seconds she started to unbutton her blouse and unzip her skirt.

"Hey, I get you're happy to see me, but chill." Derek teased her.

Apparently she didn't even notice he was staring at her.

"Jesus Christ." She exclaimed.

"Addie my jeep is outside you would have known I was in here."

"I knew, I just didn't expect you to talk." She chuckled, grabbing her items from the floor and toss them on the couch, she sighed exhausted, happy to be out of her clothes and uncomfortable shoes. "Where's Doc?"

"Sleeping inside of the shower."

"What?"

"I don't know, he got in there and he won't come out of it." He laughed, watching his wife approach to the bed. Her hair was into a messy bun and her curves looking magnificent as always. "You look pretty today." He complimented as she flopped in bed next to him. "Hard day?"

She nodded, closing her eyes, "I'm tired." She said.

He got closer to her and touched her knee, slowly going up her thigh.

She chuckled, opening her eyes, she pecked his lips and removed his hand from he thigh, "Not today."

He pouted and she caressed his cheek with her thumb, "Sorry, I'm just really tired today. Can you kick Doc out of the shower?" Addison said sweetly, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, hoping he would do so. "Please." She practically begged.

He kissed her forehead, "Fine."

Derek stood up and successfully made Doc get out of the shower, Addison saw how the dog walked to the kitchen and flopped next to the fridge. "He's odd today." Addison said standing up.

"Yeah, he's acting weird lately." Derek says.

"Maybe he knows we're moving," She teased knowing that he wasn't going to give up the trailer.

He snorted and watched as she started to get her underwear off. Her pale skin was incredibly gorgeous and the way her hair was now falling onto her perfect shoulders and collarbone, was extremely beautiful. It was hard not to watch, but her curious blue-greenish eyes made him realized she had noticed him staring.

"Derek, no." Addison said, getting inside the mini shower to get the water started. She obviously meant that they weren't having sex tonight. She was truly exhausted and was trying to ignore the fact that her body's behaviour was strange.

"I heard Richard talk about you today…"

That surprised her, so she stood in there, naked, looking at him confused. Her alarmed blushed cheeks were getting redder and redder, "Really?"

"Yeah, you've always been his favorite." Derek rolled his eyes, but still walked towards his wife and kissed her cheek softly.

Addison knew what was coming next after that kiss on the cheek, because suddenly his lips touched behind her earlobe and trailed down to the curve of her shoulder and neck. She gasped as he kept sucking her sensitive skin and his fingers started to linger around her sides. "Derek…" She mumbled, begging for mercy. She wanted to take a shower and go to sleep, she wanted to take this day to an end and think that things were going to be just okay after today.

"You know I can't resist you." He whispered to her ear, a hand on her back, caressing her milky white skin with his thumb. Derek looked into her eyes and smiled shyly as her eyes started to grow with desire and lust.

Their moment was interrupted by one of their pagers sounding. Addison thanked whoever needed his husband right about now, because she was afraid she wasn't going to be able to deal with her husband sexiness. "Dammit." He muttered, getting up from bed and checking his pager. "911, I gotta go." He said, pecking her lips and grabbed his shoes from the floor. Thank God he hadn't changed his clothes yet.

"Good luck, drive safe." She said, folding her arms over her chest, seeing him as he got his shoes on.

"I will. Love you." He said taking his keys and phone, taking a second to smile at his wife.

"Love you!" She yelled as he exited the trailer.

Addison sat on the bed after a long warm shower. She was wearing her light green robe as she sat in bed and rested her damp hair against the pillows, sighing heavily. Addison turned to her side and ran a hand through her hair. According by the hour difference it was one in the morning in New York, but she had no choice to call.

So she grabbed her phone and dialed the familiar number, "Hey!" She said happily as the manly voice at the other end greeted.

"I'm surprised to hear from you." Weiss said on the phone, his tone sounded happy too.

She chuckled, "Who knew moving to a rainy place would make me disappear, huh?" She joked, "What's Sav doing that you had to answer the phone?"

"She's cooking dinner." Weiss sad, letting out a small chuckle.

"Weiss it's one in the morning over there."

"We're not exactly in New York…"

"Where are you?" Addison asks curious.

"We're in San Francisco, for a trial. I mean, it's my trial and Savvy needed time off the office so…" He chuckled.

"So… she's cooking." Addie said, disappointed this meant she wasn't having the chat she needed to have.

Weiss sighed, "I can give her the phone if you want."

"No, no… I don't want to disturb. Just tell her to call me tomorrow." She said, trying not to sound too sad.

"Okay I will. And Addie, for the record, you're not a bother at all." Weiss said nicely.

"Thank you. Love you guys, bye!" Addison said before ending the call and flopping in bed once again.

Flopping in bed once again, she brought her hand to rest on her belly and muttered to herself, "Maybe it's a false alarm. Maybe Richard is right and my blood pressure is low!"

She laughed at herself, "I'm nuts, Doc!" She yelled to their dog as the creature found a comfortable spot next to her legs, "I'm nuts and I'm talking to a dog." She said, rubbing her forehead slightly, not sure what to do with her life. "Damn hypothetical children." She mumbled.

When she had gotten pregnant with Mark's baby she didn't feel sick, she actually didn't feel a thing, she was fine and that was mostly why she didn't realize she was pregnant at first, but when she checked her calender she just knew. She just knew she had made another horrible mistake and she was willing to do whatever it took to come back to what her life used to be.

However, things never end up the way they are planned.

She kept walking around the trailer or… large room. Whatever it was, she just kept walking around, trying to figure out a way to just know. They were having frequent intercourse and she was aware she did forget her pills a couple of times and she was two days late now, but still it could be stress or a low blood pressure.

She sighed and stood still for a couple of seconds, "Dammit." She muttered as her nausea suddenly increased and obligated her to get inside of the bathroom as soon as possible.

After a long night of crappy sleep and issues going through their minds, somehow they both survive it and start the day as positive as they can. He had to sleep in an on call room last night after saving a little girl from a complicated brain bleed… well that happens when you don't watch your kids for a minute and they fall down the stairs, right?

On the other hand, Addison arrived earlier than ever at work and proceed to spend twenty minutes in the attendings lounge bathroom barfing the hell out of her. After that she had to deal with using her makeup skills to cover her eye bags. She was exhausted and didn't know what to do or say. Currently her life was some sort of not so amusing roller coaster and all she ever wanted was to feel safe and not anxious at all.

She wanted to finally convince Derek to move out of that trash can they have been living in and just find out what on earth was happening to her body. The hypothetical children talk kept flashing on her thoughts and she just wanted them away, she needed to slow down and just relax for a minute.

She excited the bathroom and found her spouse changing into fresh scrubs, "Morning Doctor Shepherd," She greeted, walking closer to him. He smiled slightly at her, and kissed her cheek as she sat next to him. He probably had just arrived so he did not hear her throwing up her stomach contents.

"Good morning." He greeted back, putting on his scrub top, "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, did you? On call rooms are not as good as your mattress."

"Trailer arguing, really Addison? This early?" He teased.

She rolled her eyes, "Sorry."

"You know what, why don't you call that realtor Callie told you about?"

"Really?!" She almost jumped in surprise, "Please don't joke about something like this."

"I'm not. Maybe we should rent a condo and I can get started on building a lake house as I've always wanted."

"Oh my god, yes! I'd love that. I'd really, really love that." She exclaimed happily, grabbing both sides of his face and kissing his perfect lips to seal the fact that they were moving.

He chuckled as Addison finally pulled away, "I love it when you're all perky and fabulous."

"I might not always be perky, but I am always fabulous." She winked at him and then excited the attendings lounge, leaving a perky Derek behind.

That she was: Fabulous.

God, he had a fabulous wife and a fabulous life and a fabulous job. They even had fabulous hypothetical children and hypothetical vices. A clearing throat sound made him react from his thoughts to watch Preston Burke staring at him questionaly, "Is Addison okay?"

"She's fabulous." Derek said, not helping the smile forming on his lips as he remembered his fabulous wife sitting next to him being her fabulous self. "Why are you asking?"

"I don't know, she was just weird today and this morning she seemed like she hadn't slept in weeks."

"Of course not, she looked great."

"Makeup skills can be wonders, you know that right?" Burke grinned a little as he started to get ready for his hard-working routine.

As Derek excited the attendings lounge, he couldn't help but wonder if he had missed something. Maybe something was wrong, maybe he was being indifferent again and he couldn't realize it yet… maybe everything was crumbling down again. His fears started to increase as he walked to the first case of the day. Ex wife and Ex husband both stuck in a bedroom having to deal with their baby girl, the case he had to practically fly to the hospital for last night.

They had a perfect daughter and couldn't stop arguing, even if Derek would be there, standing, they would just keep yelling at each other for stuff that was nobody's fault.

He didn't want that again. Being the couple that yells and hates each other even if deeply they care for each other but their problems seem to stand up in the surface as the love and affection seemed to fade away slowly.

He didn't want that for Addison and him, they both deserved a better chance after all that had been happening between them. He had been trying, right? He had been there when her childhood trauma made her anxious, he had been there when she spilled all her dark secrets and cried on his shoulder. And now he was going to be there for her to help him be a better husband.

Nobody likes the too-cute-nauseating couple. Specially when they both are just perfect in their own individual ways. The intelligence was one thing, but the beauty was sometimes superior for the fooled minds, wasn't it? Not to mention the amounts of chemistry they radiated for each other, it was truly nauseating, so nauseating that she had to abandon her patient and her husband to quickly throw up again and come back as new as she could look like.

Phil and Sophie had a T.T.T.S. case in their hands and Addison was the one in charge to explain the procedure, but her changing body had to interrupt the whole thing. Phil and Sophie were that kind of couple that as Addison would describe: had a young love that never seemed to deflourish.

After leaving Sophie's room she entered a supply closet and decided it was time to take the bandaid off, just suck it up and accept the hypothetical children might just not be hypothetical ever again. Was she afraid of getting pregnant? A little. Well, actually it terrified her. The last time it wasn't with the right man and the ending of it wasn't as nice as she had wanted it to be… what if this was another of those cases? What if her uterus just couldn't do it? What if there was a problem with this one too if there was a 'this one'?!

She walked to the back of the supply closet and found the pregnancy tests box. Sadly and surprisingly they were all closed, so her clumsy hands (outside the OR only, of course) had to do the job of ripping the delicate box and causing all the pregnancy tests to fall on the floor. "Dammit!" She hissed. She started to grab them all from the floor and afterwards someone else joined. At first she hadn't noticed the blue navy scrubs and thought a nurse had probably heard her and come in to help, but no, Preston Burke was next to her grabbing pregnancy tests from the supply closet floor.

"Geez, Preston you scared me." Addison chuckled nervously.

"You feel dizzy, you vomit, you spill all these pregnancy tests to the floor and you seem upset about something, so, is it what I think it is?"

"You heard me in the attendings lounge, didn't you?" She sighed, quitting to stay quiet about her current situation.

"No, I actually saw you rush out of a consult to barf." He said sincerely, still helping to put the last of the tests on the almost too damaged box. "You seemed to have lost your color after you left that bathroom."

"Do you think Derek knows? Am I too obvious?!"

"Well, if you keep escaping consults to throw up, then yeah, you're pretty obvious."

"First of all, It wasn't a consult, it's an important case and I care for my patient and I feel pathetic and completely against nature at the moment." Addison said, leaving the box on the same shelve where she had found it.

Preston reached for it and took a test out of it, "You might need one of these." He chuckled a little, "And Congratulations, Addison." Preston smiled at her.

She smiled shyly at him,"Thanks…" She said, not sure what to think about this situation. She saved the tests on her pocket and watched him leave the supply closet.

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