I GOT LAZY AND IM SORRY AND I DECIDED TO SKIP A FEW WEEKS AND JUST WRITE THIS. BUT, HEY, ADDISON WAS SERIOUS ABOUT QUITTING SO NOW SHE DOESNT WORK, SHES JUST BORED ALL THE TIME AND DEREK HAS TO DEAL WITH THAT, SOON I WILL MAKE HER COME BACK TO SURGERY, FOR NOW ENJOY THIS REALLY SHORT AND FLUFFY CHAPTER !
—
It had been a long night shift and all he wanted was to take some rest, flop on bed and sleep for a year, well that didn't sound exaggerated on his thoughts anyway, but the point was that he wanted to rest. He got home and found a sleeping Addison on their fluffy white bed, sleeping on her left side, one hand on her baby bump and the other one under her pillow.
Derek walked slowly, trying not to excite Doc about his arrival or wake up his wife from it. Slowly he changed into his pajamas and then slipped into bed, facing her beautiful closed eyelids and her slightly swollen stomach. He had read an article that babies could hear outside the womb, but he didn't remember exactly at what week the fetus should be able to hear. Either way, suddenly he did not feel as tired as he thought he was.
He smiled and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, watching her chest rise and fall with every calmed breath and then cupped her rounded stomach. His smile grew wider and he got his face closer to his wife's midsection, "Hey baby." Derek whispered. "It's me, your dad." He chuckled a little, feeling silly for doing this.
"I've never spoken to you before because well… your mom is always around, but now that she won't disturb our privacy, I feel a little bit more comfortable. We can't wait to meet you, and I don't care if you're a boy or a girl, I'm gonna love you endlessly just like I love your mother, whom you're inside of by the way. She feeds you and she takes care of you and she has to carry you anywhere she goes… you're a lucky baby. Your mom and I love you very much and we just want you to come out here and freak us out."
Derek kissed her stomach and caressed the side of it slightly, careful of not waking Addison, "We're trying to figure out a nickname for you because we don't know your gender yet, but we've come up with some pretty good options actually. We've thought of 'baby', "intruder", "mini shepherd", "kiddo", "hobbit", "muffin" and "cutiepatooty" but your mom doesn't like the last one. If you have a trauma with hobbits when you grow up, that's your mother's fault, she suggested that one."
Addison stirred a bit under his touch after a while but kept on sleeping.
"Besides blaming your mother for your future issues, I'm sure you'll be a nice kid. I really hope you will enjoy fishing with me when you grow up, it's fine if you don't, but a fishing buddy would be amazing, so if you're up for the job…" Derek chuckled at himself for what he was saying, "I don't really know what to say to you or anything… I just know that you changed our lives and will keep doing that. I love you for it, for bringing me even closer to your mama and for existing. You're the most treasurable little thing that ever happened to me." Derek said, as tears started to grow on his eyes, "You can be whatever you want, if you don't want to be a doctor like me and your mom it's just fine, you can be a writer, an astronaut or a… an actor! You can be whatever you want. We'll love you no matter what."
Derek sighed and took a few tears away from his cheeks, "Now, your aunts. This is a delicate subject. Your mom loves them all and she'll keep insisting that they're all nice and great, but it's all a scam, kiddo. Nothing is what it seems. It's okay if you like aunt Lizzie or aunt Kate, but aunt Nancy and Amelia are the dangerous ones. Aunt Amelia or how we also like to call her: Amy, she's funny and pretty, but she's extremely crazy, she'll probably promise taking you bungee jumping at some point but never say yes. As for aunt Nancy? She's extremely crazy too but not as much as Amy, she is indeed crazy in many different ways and if you turn out a boy she might dress you up as a girl as she did with me when we were kids. Aunt Kate is the boring aunt, so you might think twice if we ever give you the option of choosing your babysitter, and aunt Lizzie is sort of controlling but bakes amazing cakes so you might consider that option if aunt Nancy is not available."
And then he realized it: He was talking like they still lived in New York, surrounded by his crazy family. Or maybe he just felt like and imagined his family involved on his child's life. Either way, it was a strange overwhelming feeling, he had never cherished family this much, he actually even thought of giving Nancy a call the next morning or just send an email asking how they're doing.
"Um… I… well I might dislike your aunts and grandma at times but I still love them very much. I also love your cousins, who will love you too and will invite you to playdates when we visit them." Derek looked up to Addison beautiful eyelids that were closed now as she kept on sleeping profoundly.
"I'll put some Radiohead for you when you're born, no Mozart for babies crap, that's useless, your dad knows good music… as for your mom? Well, she doesn't have such bad taste."
"Derek…" She started to stir and fluttered her eyelids open, "You were talking to the baby?" Addison asked, sleepy.
He smiled and pushed himself up to kiss her forehead as a greeting, "We were just chatting, telling our little intruder about what he'll see when he arrives."
"Or she." Addison added, rubbing the curve of her stomach.
He nodded and allowed her to get closer to him, resting her head against his chest, "What do you think it is?"
"A girl." Addison chuckled, looking into his eyes.
He smiled at her, "You're the intuitive mother, I have no say in here."
"Oh shut up, you have a fifty per cent say, so do I." She chuckled.
"Alright then. I think it's a girl too."
"Are you saying that just to please me?"
"No. I mean, can it be both?"
"yes."
"Then both."
"Keep talking to her." She instructed, "Pretend I'm not here."
"It's impossible not to notice you're here." He said, and kissed her jaw before he kept on speaking to their probably baby girl.