A/N: I'm not going to lie…I'm not sure about this chapter. I wanted to get it up before I didn't have a chance for a while, but I'm a little stuffed up at the moment and when that happens, I think phlegm takes over my brain. I hope you like, it though.

Addison awoke in the morning feeling a little achy, but overwhelmingly content. She stretched slightly, realizing that she was on the left side of the bed. She hadn't stayed on one side of the bed since she had been married. She usually took up as much space as she possible could. She looked over and saw that the right side was empty, but that there was still a Preston-sized dent in it. The pillows smelled like him and she inhaled the scent with a smile.

She sat up and ran a hand through her tangled hair and looked around. She felt a shot of panic as she noticed Preston's clothes had been picked up off the floor. She immediately thought that he had left without saying good-bye, that the situation had taken a turn for the awkward and he wasn't able to deal with it. Then she saw that his bag had been moved up to her room and was sitting on the chair opposite her bed.

Resisting the urge to look inside, she instead grabbed a robe off the back of her door and walked downstairs, tying it shut as she went. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw the backdoor was open and on the table was a note:

"A" –

Gone for groceries…do you ever go shopping?

- "B"

She held the note in her hand, slightly flummoxed, then slipped it into the pocket of her robe. Groceries? If she could recall, there was a grocery store a few blocks from her home. Maybe he noticed it on the way to or from the restaurant last night. It was a kind gesture and Addison was touched by it. She couldn't even remember the last time a man had gone out of his way to make her breakfast. Addison decided that the only to do while she waited for him to return was to make coffee, so that's exactly what she did.

When Preston came in ten minutes later with two shopping bags, he found Addison looking over a newspaper, sipping fresh coffee. She looked up at him over her glasses and he smiled, thinking he had rarely seen so welcoming a sight.

"You had just about nothing in your cupboards and I remembered you saying over dinner that you enjoyed Eggs Benedict. And we passed a grocery store last night that wasn't too far, so I took the opportunity to do some shopping for you."

Addison had no explanation prepared for why her kitchen was so devoid of food. She was sure there were at least a few containers of yoghurt in the refrigerator and perhaps some basic cooking supplies in one of the cabinets. She got up to help Preston put things away, but he waved her away.

"Sit, sit. I'm making breakfast." Addison was surprised at how at home he looked in her kitchen. She didn't think that she even looked that at home in her kitchen. He seemed to know where everything was, mixing hollandaise sauce with ease as he waited for the poached eggs to finish.

It was odd that, even though this was only the second morning Preston had been here, his making breakfast for her seemed almost like a habit. She wondered vaguely what life would be like when he went back to Seattle. Probably the usual grabbing a spoon and a container of yoghurt on the way out, taking spoonfuls at stoplights. She quickly pushed those thoughts away, preferring to think instead about the plate of steaming eggs that was being placed in front of her.

She wanted to ask if he made breakfast for a lot of his girlfriends but thought that it might be a touchy subject because his last girlfriend was Cristina and that did not end well. So she filled her mouth with Canadian bacon and English muffin instead and contemplated the fusion of the two countries into one delicious breakfast.

"Did you want anything to drink? I bought milk and orange juice," he said, holding up an empty glass.

"All right, I had orange juice already. There was no need to buy it." Addison tried, but she could barely muster a false frustration. "And I'll have milk."

"And it was two weeks past its date. No one should have been drinking that. I'm glad I didn't choose juice on my first night here. I'd probably be hospitalized." He placed a glass of milk in front of her and she smiled up at him through a mouthful of food, only slightly embarrassed.

They ate breakfast, mostly in a comfortable silence, each with a section of newspaper. It was occasionally punctuated with one of them pointing out a particularly interesting article. It felt particularly grown up and sophisticated to Addison. Grown up and sophisticated was a good feeling.

Addison took on the role of washing dishes once more, finding that there was actually something relaxing about scrubbing food residue off of flatware. When she had finished drying and putting the dishes away, she looked around uncomfortably. Preston's clothes were now in her room. Should she go up there and dress? What if he dressed while she was dressing? Would it be better if she waited until he was done dressing? It was then that she realized he was dressed; he had gotten dressed to go to the grocery store. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know if she should tell Preston that she was going to go get dressed. Should she let him know of her every movement? Should she simply go upstairs and let him figure it out for himself? She looked over at him; he had moved to the couch, still reading the paper. She hadn't noticed before that he wore glasses and added to the list of things about him that she found attractive. "I'm…I'm going to go upstairs," she said, gesturing. He nodded from behind the Sports section. Addison twisted in place slightly, a little unsure if that was enough, and then turned and went up the stairs.

She showered quickly, then faced her closet, which seemed a lot less cavernous than it had the night before. Everything in it seemed suitable. Dressing this morning took a lot less care than dressing for last night had. She no longer felt the extreme pressure to impress anyone. It was a typical work day and that required no special attention. Choosing something did not take the extensive thought process when there was no one to make a striking impact on. She could use her usual method, which was extensive in its own right, but a good deal speedier than her epic decision of last night had been.

She jumped slightly as she heard Preston enter her room and turned to face him. "You should wear that," he said, pointing to a pale green dress that, until he had suggested it, had looked unappealing to her. Now it looked like the only thing that was suitable in any way.

"I was just about to pick that one myself," she said, figuring that it wasn't really a lie as it was the only thing she wanted to wear now anyways. She went to take it off of its hanger, then realized she was in exactly the situation she didn't want to be in. Should she change now? Should she drop a hint that he leave? Was going to the bathroom to change too prudish?

Preston solved the dilemma by saying, "I was just about to head out. I wanted to explore the city today, since you'll be at work."

Addison was relieved that he wasn't going to come in to the practice with her today, figuring that the women there had caused him enough discomfort to last him a year. "And you're sure you'll be able to find your way back here? I don't want to get a panicked call at work asking me where the hell I live."

"You won't get one of those today, I promise," he answered and leaned in to kiss her cheek gently. "I will see you tonight. Have a good day."

Addison felt a little prickle at her eyes. When was the last time she had been treated this way? She thought it had maybe been when she was still in New York. She was almost sure it had been Mark, but she didn't know if it was when they had been friends or lovers.

She liked that Preston didn't realize how much his gestures meant, that he did them just out of his own genuine personality. She dressed slowly and when she looked in the mirror, decided that this green dress was sadly underused and deserved to be worn more often.

She knew it was going to be a good day.

A/N Again: So the only thing I really have to say is that the note from Burke to Addison is modeled after his note to Cristina in "Much Too Much" (2x10). He abbreviates their names and puts the letters in quotations. So I applied that note-leaving logic to this note. Thanks for reading!