A/N: Last chapter was kinda short so I could go back and retink with the drama in this chapter.
Let me know how you think it turned out.

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I look up as he helps me into my coat and we head out into the cool, Seattle air. I smile when he holds out his arm for me and I reach over and take it. I like looking at the smile on his face, it was a genuine smile, it was I'm just happy to be with you smile. I hadn't seen a smile directed at me just because they were in my presence for so long I was momentarily disconcerted by the sight of it but tried to not let on.

"Addison, I had a phenomenal time tonight. I hope this will only be just the beginning."

As we are walking down the sidewalk I pause to consider his words. Only the beginning? Could I really find happiness with him? I look into his eyes and notice he is self-conscious, "So do I Alan, so do I."

There it's done. I'm moving on. I, Addison Forbes Montgomery have made a solemn vow to not waste my life hoping that Derek Shepherd will once again love me. I will be a mother to my son and hopefully a wife again to someone who truly wants me. It's the least I can hope for.

He starts steering me towards the car when a man rushes up to us. I wait for him to move so that Alan and I can be on our way and that's when I notice the gun. I feel my stomach drop to my toes as I instinctively cover my belly in hopes of protecting the only thing important on me.

"Give me all your money."

I hand over my purse without letup while Alan shields me behind his back. I couldn't believe the stupidity of our robber who was robbing us in front of a lamppost with a gun aimed on our faces. The robber stares leeringly at me and I want to vomit but Alan won't let him near and I feel safe for a moment.

"Look, you've got what you want our wallets and money. Now, just go."

I hope that Alan's words would be enough to convince the robber to go but I feel his beady eyes checking me out up and down. Alan must notice it as well because he pulls me closer even as the gun is pressed directly at his chest, "I want her too. I want the girl."

Girl? Who is he talking about? He obviously can't mean me, I'm not a girl. I'm a woman, I'm a mother but I'm not a girl. I feel the hysterical sobs start to rise in my chest but I hold them back, I have to be strong if nothing else for my son. He has to be my only priority.

The robber points the gun directly in my face and reaches for me. I'm so afraid I stumble back and feel the lamppost hit my lower back and I gasp at the pain that starts radiating from that area. In act of what either could be called heroics or stupidity Alan, punches the robber throwing him off guard and making him lose his gun.

I gasp in shock as the robber turns around and runs down the street leaving us here to gather our wits. Alan turns to me in horror and asks, "Are you okay?"

I can't speak, I'm too frozen but as I look down, I know that nothing will ever be the same. "Alan, I need to go to the hospital, I'm bleeding."
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The ride to the hospital was the longest in my life. I held my belly and kept whispering to my son. "Domi, hold on we are just fine. Mommy's going to take care of you." I only wished that I felt the same amount of trust that I tried to enforce in my voice. I was terrified, if anything happened to you, I don't know how I would go on living.

For so long, I had made you the center of my world, the reason I still lived in Seattle, the reason I was still at Seattle Grace instead of moving back to Manhattan.. When I was rolled into the ER the first two faces I was greeted with, were that of Miranda and Izzie both of whom I needed desperately.

I turned frightened eyes on Miranda and whisper, "I'm bleeding. Alan and I were out on a date and I…"

I can't even finish the rest of the events that had permanently taken at least ten years off my life as I continue to talk to and stroke my stomach. Miranda smiles and squeezes my hands softly, "Let's not panic until I give you a reason to panic. Even if, you are going into early labor, there is still a possibility that this baby can be born with minimal complications."

I try to focus on the rationality of those words but my only concern is my child. What would happen to my child?

Izzie opens her mouth to offer me some comfort I think when I hear a yell scream through my head, "Where is she? Where is she?"

Miranda smirks from her position at my side checking my vital signs and motions to Izzie, "Get the door. I think Dr. Shepherd is expecting entry."

I shudder to imagine the look of rage that must be on his face now. After all, he had asked me to specifically cancel my date and if I had none of this would've happened. I could only pray that there was nothing wrong with our son because if otherwise I didn't know how I was going to face you.

Izzie opened the door and I watch as he came rushing into the room and instantly appeared by my side. I can't help but feel guilty at the look of terror that's crossing his face and I feel the fear that had been present throughout my whole ordeal catch up with me and I start to sob. Within an instant I was in Derek's arms and I felt like I could finally breathe again, I didn't even pay attention that he had been kissing the top of my head and squeezing my hand forcefully. He was as worried as I was and I finally allowed him to comfort me.
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I had been closing my eyes and was concentrating on sending all of my love and strength to my child. I didn't want to learn that something had happened because of what happened but I was afraid that I had lost my baby. I had never been allowed a chance to ever win anything. I lost Derek, I would lose my baby and I would lose me.

The door opened and Miranda shuffled into the room with Izzie close on her heels, "Everything's fine Addison. A blood vessel burst when you hit the lamppost but I checked the vitals on the baby and he doesn't appear to be in distress."

The sob I had been holding in came out as a whispered prayer as I look to Derek and see the same face of relief on his face appear. I reach for him as we hug each other in relief, Domi was okay.

I exhale a sound of relief as Derek leans forward and kisses me on the lips. I open my eyes in shock at his actions, I hadn't expected that one. I knew that he was obviously worried about our son but a kiss? A kiss meant something more; well it did at least to me. I refused to dwell on it, I was okay and our son was okay.

I gasped as I realized that I had only been focused on Dominic and completely forgot the heroic man who allowed us to be here and looked Derek in the eyes and spoke softly, "Alan? Is Alan okay?"

I don't respond to the scowl that crosses Derek's face as I rationalize that he's just upset that I was in danger in the first place. I reach out and grab his hand, "He saved our lives Derek. He put me behind him even when the robber…"

I feel the hysteria threatening to rise up again when you take me back into your arms and start kissing my head, cheeks, forehead and then finally my lips. I sigh on a shudder as he locked my lips with yours and you start to explore my mouth with your tongue. I pull back in shock as I realize that we were getting intimate in the hospital and I shake my head.

I couldn't be thinking straight so I ask again, "Is Alan okay? He saved our lives Derek."

I'm hesitant when he reaches over and starts stroking my face and pulls up a chair next to the bed. "Alan Coldstone is fine. I left him in the ER where he was being treated for minor injuries. He wanted to come by and ensure you were okay himself but I told him not to bother you wouldn't be going on anymore dates with him."

I gasp indignant that he had the nerve to assume he knew my mind, my heart and that gave him the right to dictate my actions. I pull my hand out of his and cross my arms in a defensive pose, "Derek, the man saved my life. He saved our son's life, the least you could've done was to be grateful."

I watch in disbelief as a pout crossed his face, "You wouldn't have been in danger if you had refused to go out on that date with him in the first place. Face it, you're stuck with me."

I don't know how to answer that question and am saved from having to do so when Miranda comes in with a syringe. I look at Derek and then her in fear, "What's this?"

I look between Derek and Miranda who are struggling with the appointed one to tell me what's in the instrument that you are about to inject into me, "I don't want any drugs, I need to be lucid for whatever may come. What is that anyway?"

Miranda scowls at me as she presses the syringe into my IV ignoring my pleas for information. Once the syringe is empty, she walks over to the side of my bed and takes my hand, "Now Addison you know better than believe I would give you anything that would harm your health or my nephew. Don't worry; I just applied a mild sedative and anxiety medication. You've been through a lot today and what your body needs and your baby is some rest. I know you, you are still wound up about what happened and you won't be able to get some sleep. If you don't get some sleep, then you could cause damage to your health and that of the baby do you want that?"

I shake my head emphatically and smile at her sheepishly, "I'm glad you're here to keep me in line Miranda."

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As I felt the drugs lift their hold over my consciousness I realize that I'm still in unfamiliar surroundings. I'm still at the hospital and my life had almost ended quickly tonight. I crack open one eye and then look at Derek who's spread out across the couch in my room. He hadn't left? I had assumed after he found out that our son was no longer in danger he would've headed for the apartment to have a good night sleep. I feel my eyes falling slowly and as they close I hear remnants of a conversation.

'She's sleeping. Please leave.'
'I just want to check on her.'
'Haven't you done enough?'
'I don't have to listen to this, I'll be back.'
'I love her, I love my child. I want the whole package.'
'I'm still going to talk to her.'

When my eyes finally do open fully it is night again and as I survey the dark room the only figure I can clearly distinguish is him on the couch in my room. He is curled up in a ball with a blanket draped across his shoulders. I feel a flutter in my heart but tell myself to get a grip, that he's here for the worry that comes with being a parent but my heart is trying to push for some other connection.

So too much? Not enough, I'm really curious because its never happened to me but I wanted to throw our characters in the mix and see what would
happen so please let me know your thoughts on this one! Thanks, EP!