really short update,, im really sorry.
After four 911 pages within less than 10 minutes, Derek had started to panic. They had made their own code for booty calls, and since it wasn't that number, he was picturing the worse scenarios; Her bleeding out, a murder, some sort of sister visit he didn't know about, etc.
He made his way, practically running like it depended on his life and found his wife sitting on the sofa chair on the corner of her office, holding a kid on her lap that couldn't be over a year, cooing every movement the child did. She looked up, sparkly beautiful eyes and that same flaming red hair, shorter now since about five days ago, five days that went incredible, no fighting, no yelling, once in a while a little irritability coming from her and amazing sex, nonstop sex.
"Look who's here!" Addison babbled, standing up slowly from her chair, holding the kid with her.
Derek looked at her stunned and let go of a breath, "Which one of my nephews is this and which sister are we talking about?!" The brain surgeon's panic increasing again, looking down at the cute little human, his heart melting because of the cuteness, but sadly his fear taking over.
"None, uh… Actually it is worse than one of your sisters. And I paged you to grab this kid while I pee, because hey, your own child loves to punish me," Addison joked bitterly, but still using that babbling voice, giving the kid to Derek.
The blonde child babbled nonsense and started touching Derek's face, while Addison hurried into her own private bathroom.
"Will you tell me who's kid is this and why you have it?" Derek raised his voice a little, using an extra nice tone not to scare the kid.
After the toilet flushed and she washed her hands, she met his eyes and said the following; "Remember Charlene Morgan?" She asked, her babbling had gone away and her pained eyes were staring at him.
"I do. Peds nurse."
Addison nodded and walked closely, "She's downstairs, probably lecturing Mark or…" She walked closer and covered the child's small ears, "...screwing him."
Derek's eyes widened, "Mark's the father?!"
"Yeah. Uh, I kind of witnessed the conception," Addison sighed, tucking a strand of her now shoulder length red hair behind her ear.
"You what?" Derek raised his voice a little, causing the little boy's eyes to widen as well.
She shot him a look of annoyance and took the kid from her husband, "Remember when Morgan left and nobody knew why? Well, this is why," Addison said, sitting the child to her hip.
"And you witnessed this?" Derek asked, his voice calmer.
Addison nodded and let go of a sigh, "I caught Mark and her in my office back in New York. It was the night you didn't show up for Savvy's birthday dinner. And I delivered him as well," Addison said proudly grabbing the kid's small hand with her free hand.
"How come I didn't know about this?!" Derek asked, trying his best not to sound upset.
"I didn't tell anyone, I didn't even tell Mark. I should have when I found him in between her legs."
A long silence was caused, a silence in which Addison and Derek just stayed at each other and the blonde kid played with Addison's pearls. Derek ran a hand through his hair. Somehow he cared for Mark, even if his anger towards him all this time was some sort of bridge to ignore he was important in his life at some point.
"Oh… So, Morgan's the cause you chose me over Mark," He sounded pained, almost depressed.
Addison shook her head no, rapidly. She furrowed her eyebrows at him, "No. It was the night I miscarried," She swallowed, looking down and taking a breath before looking up into Derek's eyes, "I was gonna tell him we were done and..."
"And Instead you found them." Derek said, finishing her sentence.
"Yeah, them. For the second time."
Derek sighed, "Why did you keep that off the table when you told me about everything?!"
"It wasn't my issue, it was Morgan's."
"Why didn't you tell Mark?"
"Morgan asked me to keep it to myself," Addison said, fighting the urge of yelling.
"You could have told me, it was before Seattle."
Addison rolled her eyes, "I could have, but you didn't show up, you barely showed up back then," She glanced down, feeling a pang to her chest.
"You could have tried to tell me!"
Addison was now the one that looked pained, she looked up at him and met his eyes, "Honey, I tried to tell you many things, it didn't matter how much effort I would have putten to speak to you... even if I had mascara running down my cheeks it wouldn't have mattered to you."
"Addison."
She let go of a breath and looked at him with upset eyes, her jaw clenching, "Derek, I'd love to fight about this, but right now there is an innocent child I'm taking care of. Believe me, I'd really like to clear things up, I do. But right now it's not the time."
"Fine," He replied, pissed.
"Fine," She said back, sitting down back onto the sofa chair of her office, settling the kid on her lap.
"Do you even know his name?" He chuckled, leaving aside their pendant argument, sitting on the edge of his wife's desk.
"Hmm… Jamie."
Derek crossed his arms over her chest, "You just read it in the name tag of his shirt."
"I didn't." She denied.
Derek scoffed, "You did."
"Oh stop it."
"But you did!" He chuckled.
"I wasn't talking to you," Addison looked up to her husband and then down to the kid in her lap, who had a big smile and sparkly eyes, "My eyes are up here, youngster," Addison said, removing the small hand from her left breast.
"Charlene Morgan."
Mark groaned, "Go to hell."
"Interesting." Derek sat down next to him in the empty gallery. Mark looked away and Derek stared at his former best friend, "My wife is taking care of your kid, he's a boob grabber by the way, so he's all you."
"Shut up," Mark rolled his eyes, truly tired of this long day.
"You really didn't know?" Derek asked, looking down to his feet, his arms crossed over his chest.
Mark sighed, "I had no idea."
"Was it more than just a hookup?"
"I have no idea," The plastic surgeon shrugged.
Derek scoffed, "Mark Sloan has feelings, that's funny."
Mark scoffed, "Why do you care," No question mark.
"I have no idea," Derek replied, cracking his neck to the sides, "Jamie is cute."
"I haven't even been more than twenty minutes near him. How could she keep him away from me? He's my son."
"Maybe it's not something about her, maybe it's you."
"This again? Yes, I am the worst friend ever, I know, would you drop it already?"
"It 's not that. You're never open for a relationship, you just screw anything that moves. Nurses, like Lilith Morgan among interns, residents, coffee shop baristas, your best friend's wife...it's nothing strange Morgan didn't want to raise this kid with you."
Mark groaned, "Why can't I do things right?! Dammit," He said angrily.
"At least she came clean to you, she came here to let you know about Jamie. I have to deal with Addison giving me bits and pieces once in a while." Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and ran his hand through his hair again, "We were never like this back then," Derek said, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, frustrated.
Mark looked at Derek in the eye, "Back then when you didn't make her feel like she was a burden."
"I never made her feel like that…" Derek accused, looking at his former best friend's eyes.
Mark raised his eyebrows at Derek, "She felt like that, man. Believe it or not, this whole mess is a complicated domino, everyone's to blame."
The worst part was that Mark was right, it was all so complicated now and as much as Addison would try to tell Derek everything, she was always going to have trouble with that; she had developed trust issues for years now, and if you include her childhood traumas, what had happened with Derek and then Mark did not give her anything to be one hundred percent sure of, there was no one to trust.
Mark sighed and ran a hand through his face, hoping to regain his composure he stood up and walked towards the exit of the gallery, but Derek's voice stopped him.
"Do you still have feelings for her?" Derek asked, looking up at Mark.
"Addison?"
Derek nodded silently.
"Sometimes I think I loved her because she was an easy prey… or just because she was there when you weren't."
Derek nodded and watched him leave the gallery.
Later that evening, Derek walked back inside Addison's office, finding her on the beige sofa chair he had seen her sitting on last time, but now she didn't have a kid on her lap, now it was only her, a hand supporting her head.
"Hey," Derek said, closing the door and walking towards his wife, ready to leave for their apartment.
Addison glanced up, her expression seemed senseless, "Hey," she replied softly.
"You're wearing scrubs."
"Jamie vomited on me."
"That explains it."
Addison sighed and stood up from the sofa chair, "Let's go home, shall we?" She asked, forcing a small lip-closed smile on her features, but it didn't reach her eyes.
Derek narrowed his eyebrows at her and when she stood up, he grabbed her arm gently and turned her around, "What is it?"
"Nothing," She muttered, her poker face evident.
"Addie…"
"I'm fine."
"Addison you can't lie to me, you're not fine."
Addison took a deep breath and blinked before speaking with an annoyed tone, "I don't want to go home and keep fighting, okay?"
"Okay," He replied reclutanly.
"Mark has a kid, and I knew about it, but hey, it's not my kid, not my problem. I really try to be a good wife and I feel like I keep failing, so yeah, I'm fine," The redhead said, shaking her arm away from his gentle grip.
Derek groaned but kept silent, watching her grab her things and suddenly, as he suspected, she stopped, letting her things fall to the ground and turned around, "I spent about seven hours with a kid, just me and a babbling nine month old, Derek. I can't keep fighting about what I knew or didn't know, it's past! I'm building a child, our child, and I'd rather my main focus to be us becoming good parents. I have no idea how I'll survive."
He took a step closer, his lips pursed and his eyes said he was sorry, "You handled that kid just right, and you'll do even better with ours, we will do amazing. Okay? You're not alone, you have me."
"How are you so sure of that?! All I know is that I only have myself. I don't have a nice, cozy mother to advise me with motherhood tips, and sometimes I feel like you're gonna leave me all over again, one morning you'll be gone and you'll delete my number, you'll move to another city, forget I even exist…"
"Addison!"
"Charlene never told Mark about Jamie because she knew he couldn't handle it, and I don't tell you some things because I'm scared you won't handle it! That's how things work for me, I'm scared you're going to leave me alone."
They both stared at each other's eyes, both at the edge of tears.
"I'm a jerk, aren't I?"
"No, you're not," Addison said harshly, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.
"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."
"It 's fine. You care about Mark."
"No I don't."
Addison wiped another tear, "You do. And that's one of the many reasons why I love you. You care. And I'm constantly afraid that maybe I'll screw up and you'll forget you care about me too," Addison said, "Just like you did in New York."
"I'll never do that again, Addison. Please know that."
"I know that, I just… I get scared sometimes. I'm only human," She said, running a hand through her hair.
"I'm happier than ever, Addie. I'll work for you to know I'm here. Okay?"
She nodded mutely.
Derek stared at her for a couple of silent minutes and decided to wrap his arms around her, bringing her warm body to his, he kissed her forehead and caressed her hair, "Jamie bit my finger and now it hurts," She commented.
Derek chuckled and grabbed her hand, "This hand?"
She nodded and held up the finger the kid had bitten, which showed a small mark of a small tooth, Derek grabbed her hand and kissed her finger many times, making her giggle, "better?"
She nodded and then spoke again, "He bit me on the lips too," She let out a chuckle.
He rolled his eyes, making Addison laugh, "How dare he," Derek said before kissing her fully on the lips.
Just when they were apart, Addison looked at Derek with a raised eyebrow, "You didn't kiss our baby."
"Sorry baby," He said, lowering his posture, reaching to kiss the middle of her slightly swollen stomach.