"Aw, you look cute wearing that." Derek smiled at her as he kept driving.

He had made her put on his fishing bucket hat and she looked incredibly irritated and annoying because he had actually remembered the 'fishing promise', as Derek liked to call it. So they drove to the land, Doc on the back of the jeep, barking joyfully as they made their way into the woods.

"Don't you dare mentioning it." Addison sighed, rubbing her swollen abdomen, "You have great memory for some things but not so great for things like picking up the laundry, walking Doc when it's your turn, go grocery shopping, remember to call that tech guy to fix the oven…"

"Okay, we get it." Derek interrupted her before she could keep talking, and Doc barked, agreeing.

"Seriously?" Addison directed her words at the canine.

Derek chuckled, "Relax, you'll have fun. Trust me. You love silent places, and you can just sit and watch the water… maybe throw a stick at Doc." He said, posing a hand on her knee, patting it twice.

"There's not even signal, Derek. I was supposed to reply my emails today."

"Emails can survive without being opened, Addison. You can check them when we go back home."

"No, because I want to take a warm bubbly bath, which includes relaxing, and answering emails is not relaxing."

He groaned, "Addison."

"Okay, fine. I'll shut up." She said crossing her arms over her chest.

They arrived, Addison stayed inside the jeep and waited for Derek while he took the fishing rods out of the trailer. Doc was following him around, barking and running, having fun. And Addison? Addison just sat there and looked around. It's not that she didn't like the nature. She did, but fishing wasn't her thing. Plus her mood swings were not only tiring Derek, they were also tiring her.

Finally, she decided to get out of the jeep.

She was wearing boots, ready for the mud, or anything disgusting she would probably step on.

Addison walked towards where her husband was and followed him towards the lake, they were both quiet, listening to the wind, the birds, the cracking of branches far away, and also Doc's sniffing, because Dear Lord he loved to sniff things.

Addison chuckled because of the sniffing and Derek smiled sweetly at her, "See? Not so bad."

They sat on a big rock together and Derek prepared the bait, after that he threw the rod and handed it to Addison. She was a little clumsy, not knowing if she was holding it properly, "Derek if something wrong happens to this rod, it's all your fault for thinking I would be able to fish."

"Come on, you sailed when you were a kid, right?"

"Yeah… but sailing didn't involve trout. Or fishing. Or acting like we're fishing, because I'm just holding a long stick." She said rolling her eyes, but holding tightly on it, a little scared of a fish surprising her anytime now.

He patted her back, "If the trout tries to attack you, Doc and I will defend you."

"Oh that makes me feel way more safer, thank you." She said sarcastically.

"Okay, enough pessimism, now, shut up and hold it a bit higher, so I can talk to the little hobbit."

She couldn't hide the smile and just held it higher, allowing him to touch her stomach and whisper to their unborn child, "Hello little intruder!" He said in that baby talk tone she loved so much, "Your mom…"

"Derek…" She interrupted annoyed already, knowing he was going to say something stupid.

"Hey, I'm talking to it right now." He said, "Anyway, so… where was I? Oh, yeah. Well, your mom is now fishing, which is something you might not see with your own eyes ever again, but at least you're present for this historical journey."

Addison's cheeks flushed and she giggled, not being able to contain it.

"I really wanna meet you, and congratulations on being the ideal size and weight. Your mom was a little worried about that, but we investigated your doctor, so it's all fine now."

Addison laughed, "Don't tell our intruder that, it's gonna think we're crazy."

Derek sat straight again, apparently ending his chat with their baby, "Why do we keep calling it it, I thought we had decided…"

"We can't decide it, Derek." Addison said, looking at the lake, the water moving slowly and calmly. It was soothing.

Derek groaned and scratched Doc's head, since he was sitting next to him, "Fine. But I don't like calling it that way, and intruder just seems too rude. Hobbit is cute, but… I feel like giving it a name."

"Apple."

"Apple?" Derek chuckled.

She nodded, "Yeah, it's a cute nickname until we know if it's a he or she."

"It was also your midnight craving last night." He teased her.

She rolled her eyes, "We could call it apple, it's not a she or he, it's just an apple. A fruit." She said, "Besides, it's your favorite fruit." Addison winked an eye at him and leaned in for him to kiss her cheek, which he didn't do, because instead she took her by the chin and kissed her lips, "Hey! You stole a kiss from me!"

"And it's not the last I will steal." He said, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear, "Fishing isn't so bad, huh?"

"Don't push it." She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, "I like this land…"

"I'm glad you do."

"When are you going to start building the house though."

"I don't really know." He sighed, that thought had gone out of his mind for a while.

She nodded slightly, "I told Mark." Addison let out and closed her eyes shut, knowing it was stupid to drop a bomb like that just when they were in such a good place.

"What?" He asked.

She sighed and removed her head from his shoulder, "Before you came back after Vivian… I told him about the miscarriage." It burns her throat to pronounce that word when it's such a common one when it comes to her profession, but it still hurts, "He… he was worried. He was supporting and understandable. I felt sorry for telling him and not telling you afterwards, I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey… It's fine. The… It… It was your business, not mine. It was his child, not mine." He said, surprisingly relaxed, which sort of scared Addison and made her feel confused.

She frowned at him and saw his eyes glimpse with something that she'd like to acknowledge like sympathy, even empathy, "Are you sure you don't want to yell? You're not mad?"

"I just wish you had told me earlier. We had agreed to improve communicating."

"I know. I should have told you when you had came back." She said, rubbing Vivian's bracelet on her wrist.

"He tried to talk to me yesterday, but he went away when Sydney Heron came back to my side after finishing my post-ops." Derek said.

She gasped, "You sent her to do your post-ops?!"

"Yeah, and she was really helpful. She's not as horrible as you all describe her." Derek said, his tone a little defensive.

"That's because you're Derek Shepherd, the dreamy neurosurgeon." She said, giggling at his annoyed expression.

He rolled his eyes, "For real, she's nice."

"She is nice. Too nice. Sickening nice."

"You're mean." He pointed out.

She scoffed, "You are the mean one, you sent her to do your post-ops!"

He shrugged, "She's energetic, she speaks too much… I just wanted some time alone, besides, she even offered."

"Alright, I'm going to believe you this time." She chuckled. Her husband didn't like teaching, taking pauses every five seconds to explain something basic to interns and residents: wasn't exactly his favorite thing.

After a while she started to get frustrated, "Why doesn't any fish want to be fished?!" Addison said, still with the fishing rod between both her hands.

He laughed, "Because you won't shut up."

"Me? What about Doc? He's been barking at those ducks." Addison said, pointing at the birds that were now way far away as they were a couple minutes ago. "Oh my god. We're scientist and we didn't realize- There's ducks Derek! There are ducks." Addison said, handing him the fishing rope.

"What about the ducks?!" He sighed, his wife was starting to sound delusional, he might even advice her to get an MRI.

"Ducks eat fish, Derek! That's why we haven't caught a thing! It's duck season!" She points her index finger at him, like she's accusing him of some sort of felony.

"Do you even know what that is?" He asked, not being able to contain the laughter, remembering that one patient he had that wouldn't stop playing that video game.

"Um, yeah! It's the season of the ducks. The season when the ducks fly here and they…"

"Migrate?" He snorted.

She snaps a finger, "Exactly! And eat the trout. Now we can go home and take a shower, because I smell like bait!" She said, smiling widely, kissing his cheek.

"Uh-Uh." He stopped her, tracing the line of her jaw with his hand.

She frowned, "Uh-Uh?"

"We brought food, we can still do the picnic. You were excited about the strawberries." He pointed out, watching her face grow annoyed.

Addison pursed her lips, "I was. But those strawberries could go back home with us and be used for a better activity that wandering around the forest." She said, a mischievous smile appearing on her features, her eyebrows raised.

He stood up from the big rock they had been sitting at and shook his head no with a gentle smile on his face.

"Derek…" She said, knowing he wasn't going to surrender, but trying was worth it.

He chuckled, "Addie, you promised. I did my part of the deal."

"I said fishing! And there's no fishing because of the ducks."

He shook his head no, "You said you'd come to the land, and after that added the fishing part."

"You're using my own words against me? Really?" She raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"Weiss taught me that."

"Good, I'm having a chat with him when we have decent signal." She said, patting his shoulder twice.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Look at Doc, he's enjoying this."

"He's a dog, Derek. Of course he's entertained." Addison said, rolling her eyes, feeling like she was in some sort of survival reality show, what's next? Having to kill a deer to use its skin as clothing?

...She's eating and he is eating. And Doc? Doc is trying to eat a rock… which could also be classified as eating. They're both sitting on a picnic tablecloth they had purchased that same morning at walmart, and they're eating the fresh strawberries that were also purchased that same morning. He agreed to let her eat more than him and have a bigger half of the oatmeal and carrot muffin. But suddenly there's no more food and nothing else but each other to keep their hands busy, so she looks up to the clouds, her head resting on his shoulder and his hand caressing her hair. "Addison." He said softly.

She looked up a bit and locked eyes with him.

"I was thinking maybe we should start telling people." Derek commented.

She bit her lower lip and looked away, "Are you sure?"

"Only if you want. I mean they're going to know anyway. The whole hospital knows already."

She sighs because she knows how the hospital found out, because of her damn own fault. Anyway, she winces and faces him again, "I wish we could keep this a secret, you know? I mean don't get me wrong, but I would love to never ever even have the possibility for Bizzy to find out."

"It's not like she has ever cared before."

Her eyebrows raised, and felt a little irritated by him, but decided to blow it away, "Yeah, but then Susan is going to send a postcard or an email saying congratulations on my mother's behalf and I'd have to overthink my childhood traumas as I often do when that happens. I really want to go around and just shove it at everyone's faces and smile."

"Addie…"

"Just a couple more weeks and we'll call Mom. I just need a couple of weeks." She assured him with such a kind and gentle tone it hurt his soul.

He nodded slightly, "Fine." Derek said, agreeing. He knew it was hard for her and he was happy she was telling him how she felt instead of hiding her feeling as she was taught to since a very young age… he'd like to say even before birth.

Addison sighed, "Don't be mad. I'm just not ready yet. But I will be."

"I love you Addie and I understand." He said assuring her, kissing her temple and caressing her hair again.

Addison snuggled even closer to him and closed her eyes, inhaling his scent and feeling how soothing his hand caressing the back of her head felt like. This made her like the woods. Even get to love the woods.

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