So, not everyone caught it. But here it is: Tear Your Love Apart ended in October with this unanswered question of whether or not Addison was pregnant. If you messaged me and asked me, I told you that she wasn't. Because, she wasn't. This story started with Derek and Addison bringing the baby home on Halloween, which is in October, so over a year later. I liked the idea of them deciding to have a baby, rather then it being forced on them. Although I enjoyed some of the very elaborate guesses.

So things haven't gone to hell yet, so this chapter is still kinda fluffy.

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"It's a good thing you have me to bring home the bacon," Derek announced after 9 hours at the hospital.

"Literally or figuratively?"

"Figuratively,you naming your pig McDreamy killed my appetite for pork." Derek grinned at her, " But, I am Richard's favorite without you there, I am the one raking in the big bucks for the hospital, and for us."

Addison smiled back, "So good day?"

"Great day, which just got greater," he sank into the couch beside Addison, watching the baby sleep against her chest, "What are you girls doing?"

"Reading Nurse Debbie's blog. I'm trying to get James and I caught up on the gossip, we are going into work tomorrow."

Derek started, "You're going back to work?"

Addison smiled, "Just for one patient Derek. I'll take her with me, it will be fine. She'll do her baby thing, I'll do my baby thing."

Derek nodded somewhat pacified, "So Debbie has a blog?"

"All gossip, and not surpassingly we are mentioned allot."

"Really?" Derek slouched down comfortably and rested his arm around Addison shoulders.

"Mostly things I would rather forgot, and I am overjoyed to find preserved online, like... okay. 'This is why I get up in the morning. The former Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd have been just been arrested for Indecent Exposure at the Space Needle. Webber is furious. They don't seem to feel that bad, which is a shame since He-Shepherd's intern is right outside listening. Actually they clearly don't feel bad at all, Dr. Shepherd just took a very obvious and leisurely look down his Es-Wife's shirt, and she is clearly not wearing a bra (which in my opinion, at her age, is just tacky).' "Addison glared at him, "By the way, you're a jerk."

Derek smirked, "'At your age.'"

Addison kept reading, " 'She-Shepherd needs to start taking her happy pills again,' thanks, Debbie','Dr. Shepherd seems to be celebrating her independence by buying herself massive diamond rings,'" She grnned at Derek, who grinned back, " This one's funny.'Why is it that it was Montgomery-Shepherd before the divorce and just Shepherd after? Most women drop the married name, not the maiden,'"

"She's on top of things."

Addison shook her head, "Well, this is were she starts getting things seriously wrong, "'The two Dr. Shepherds are fighting again. I knew that this civil divorce idea wouldn't last,' then there's 'The Dr. Shepherds are going out of their way to avoid each other, they only speak when they have cases together," Which is the only time we have time to speak. Oh this one is good, I think this was when you had to be out of town when I was going to be ovulating: 'Derek cornered Addison in the cafeteria today. No one knows what was said, but Addison seemed really upset and Derek looked very off put. Olivia thinks that there might be something going on between them again. I don't think that they would travel that road a second time, I think it might be some sort of alimony issue' "

Derek snorted, "You make more, you should be paying me."

"Your living rent free in my house. Why does this woman hate me?" Addison continued reading exhorts, "'I don't know what is going on with Dr. Shepherd, she is always demanding, but this is a whole new level of bitchiness,' I was pregnant! It's not pleasant. You know she should try having morning sickness around placenta and hospital food. Then we will talk about who's bitchy, 'Addison Shepherd needs to start spending less time at the hospital and more time on the treadmill.'"

Derek carefully took Jameson from her arms.

"Is she calling me fat!?" Addison demanded, "I was not fat. I was on the low end of the curve for healthy weight gain my entire pregnancy." she glanced at Derek, "Was I fat?"

"No, dear," he said automatically.

Addison sighed and kept reading, "'Now don't quote me on this, but I think that She-Shepherd might be pregnant. It's something that I have been suspecting for awhile. If I'm right, there should be some sort of announcement any day now. I wonder who the father is?' That was in July, 'She is most definitely pregnant. She hasn't said anything yet, but it's fairly obvious,' That's the beginning of August," Addison shook her head and laughed, "'Addison Shepherd got a phone call today from her father. If my eavesdropping skills are up to par, her baby is due near the end of October (which is allot sooner then anyone was guessing), and the father of her baby is someone that her father knows but doesn't like. We discussed it at Joe's after work and at first we thought that Dr. Shepherd might be the father, but like I have said before, I don't think that there is anything between them at all. So we did what any self respecting nurses would do. We googled her.'" Addison froze, then began hitting the down button furiously, "She googled me? That bitch!"

"Something you don't want her to find out?"

"'I found some good stuff. Nothing spectacular like 'Doctors Gone Wild' (although that would have made my year), but her father owns ferryboats. FERRYBOATS. Can you believe that? I figured her family had money, but i assumed that it was something like publishing or real estate. Not ferryboats. Her family actually owns the Ferry company in Seattle. I probably put her through Med. School.'"

Derek watched Addison as she silently scanned the rest of the entry.

"She is mocking my ferry's," Addison pouted.

"You mean your 'fairy' boats?"

"Do you have a fleet of boats named after you?" she demanded indignantly.

"No." he smiled, "I also didn't try to convince my father to change the name to 'fairy boats' and paint them pink with sparkles."

"I was eight!"

"And didn't you wanted to paint pixies on them?"

"Shut up."

He smiled, "You know I have a thing for 'fairy boats'."

She ignored him, "They think James' father is the idiot head of the Seattle company. And I wanted to paint them purple. Not pink."

Derek chuckled, "I am going to give James her bath. Why don't you get to work banning Debbie from your boats," he teased.

"You're lucky you can still get around this city with ease. Did you know that Seattle is surrounded by water on three sides?"

"So I've heard," he called back, "By the way, if you are going into work tomorrow, you should know your entire maternity ward hates you."

"What?" she called back.

"They hate you. You had the baby at a private clinic and flew in staff from New York."

"I wanted privacy." she yelled back to him, still reading.

"And they wanted to see what you'd put on the birth certificate."

"Listen to this, "'Well I guess that puts to rest rumours of Shepherd and Shepherd. The baby was born 5 days ago, and I KNOW that He-Shepherd was in surgery all that day. I don't care how horrible a relationship they have, he would not miss the birth of his child. Interestingly enough, I remember seeing Mark Sloan that day.' Why do people care? It's not like we are hiding the fact that we are together and have a baby. It's just not their business."

Derek didn't respond

She sighed and shut down the laptop. She should go help with bath time, Derek had a habit of getting wetter then the baby.

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Let's work

Let's work

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Addison ripped off her shirt. Again. "Perfect. Just perfect," she muttered. She was experiencing somewhat of a wardrobe malfunction. Addison Shepherd doesn't have wardrobe malfunctions.

But alas, none of her work clothes fit.

It had taken her 20 minutes to find a pair of pants that she could zip up and button, she finally settled on a pair that she had been wearing in at the beginning of her fifth month.

Not good for her self-esteem.

But pants were proving easier then shirts. Nothing fit across her chest.

"Damnit," she exclaimed, tearing off another button up shirt. At this rate she was going to be late and look sloppy. Neither was an option. Addison Shepherd is not late and does not look sloppy.

She slipped on another shirt. It buttoned. She sighed with relief.

And the button popped.

She was going to have to find a pullover with some stretch.

Derek glanced up as Addison stormed out of the bedroom, mostly ready except her shirt wasn't buttoned up.

"You still don't have her dressed?" she groaned, "I am going to be so late."

"At least I'm dressed."

Addison pushed him aside impatiently, "I'll dress her, you pack her diaper bag. There are bottles and things in the fridge."

Derek sighed heavily as he watched Addison efficiently snap the baby into her outfit and pick her up.

"And don't mix up the baby bottles with Truman's bottles," she called after him.

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Let's work

Let's work

I've had my eyes on you

Ever since you walked in the room

Come on and take my hand

Don't try to understand

Let's work

Let's work

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Addison strode confidently in to the room and placed the baby carrier on the table.

"Susanne?" she introduced herself, "I'm Dr. Shepherd."

Susanne didn't reply, but glanced at the baby carrier.

"I talked to your OB, and she faxed over your charts..." She looked up and saw that her patient was not looking at her or paying her the slightest attention, "Is there a problem?"

Susanne smiled and looked again at the carrier, "You have a baby."

"Yes, is that all right?"

"Do you always bring babies along to see patients."

Addison chuckled, "Only when they are mine, and your actually the first."

Susanne nodded and moved so she could see the baby, "How old?"

"3 weeks," Addison smiled softly.

"3 weeks and you are already training her in the medical arts?"

"Can't avoid it. Her father's a brain surgeon."

"I was paged?" Derek entered the room.

Addison handed him the chart, "I need a consult."

Derek took the chart, but went immediately to the baby

"This is Dr. Shepherd," Addison introduced.

"Husband?"

"Ex." Addison smiled and began going over the case. Derek was silent the entire time. "Derek? Derek?"

Derek looked up from the baby, "Yeah?"

Addison gave him a look at put her hand on her hip.

"Sorry," he smiled at both Addison and Susanne and began to outline his treatment plan, his finger still grasped tightly in the baby's fist.

beep! beep! beep!

Derek glanced down at his pager, then regretfully at the women, "Sorry," he apologized again, "Bye pumpkin" he whispered to the baby, touching Addison's arm as he left.

Addison shook her head as he left.

"That must have been an amicable divorce," Susanne mused.

"We stayed friends."

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"Good afternoon Dr. Shepherd."

"Dr. Shepherd," Addison didn't look up.

Derek sat down beside her and settled back to watch the baby, he favorite pass time of late. He crossed his arms over his chest, "I expected red."

Addison glanced up, then at the baby, "Mmmm," she nodded in agreement.

"She's almost blonde."

Addison nodded again, shifting so her position mirrored Derek's.

Derek smirked mischievously, "Wasn't Andrew kind of blonde?"

Addison's expression didn't change, "Andrew? No. Jacob kind of."

A nearby nurse moved closer.

Addison tilted her head, "You know Mark..."

Derek leaned closer and examined the baby's features, "She does kind of look like his sister."

"And she does have his mothers temperament."

Derek nodded in agreement.

The nurse ran off, wide eyed and bursting with news.

Addison watched her go, and snorted.

"Ladylike," Derek deadpanned, picking the baby up and cuddling her to his chest.

"We are such gossip whores."

"Language," he admonished.

"We just created a paternity triangle concerning our own daughter."

"I was going to try for a pentagon or an octagon if she hadn't run off," He grinned, "Think they'd believe you'd sleep with Karev?"

Addison shuddered, "Why? Why would you do that?."

Derek just continued to laugh at her expense.

"You know, " Addison stood and reclaimed her baby, "It is odd that she doesn't look like you. Kinda makes you wonder."

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Derek drained the pasta and sighed. He really wasn't much of a cook when it came to things that he couldn't grill.

Addison burst through the door, arms laden, "Hi. Oh, spaghetti, I'm starving."

"Well it's almost 9."

"I know, I got held up waiting for lab results." Addison poured herself a glass of milk and smiled at Derek fawning over the baby, "Did you hear the latest?"

"That Mark Sloan is the father of our baby?"

Addison nodded with a smirk.

"I may have overheard something to that effect, multiple times."

"The rumours are more entertaining when you start them yourself, and they are completely not true."

Derek laughed and picked up the kicking baby, "I'll get her ready for bed, you relax."

Addison shook her head, "She's all ready, just needs to be fed and changed."

"I can do that."

Addison shook her head and took the baby out of his arms, "I want her to breast-feed as much as possible," she kissed him lightly, "You can't do that."

Derek sighed, "Night pumpkin," He watched Addison leave the room, talking softly to the baby.

When she was older, he reasoned, there would be more for him to do.

He sighed again, and went back to his pasta.

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Ya, that's right. I used a Prince song. Your jealous, you WISH you could be as cool as me. But you can't. No one can.

You know, I really hate the first few chapters of new fic's. Cause you spend all this time setting things up and it... i dunno, it's just not as fun to write.

Anyway.

I don't know if I really have much to say about this chapter. There was quite a bit about the last year, like, that the hospital staff really doesn't know much about their relationship. Although after everything they have been though, I would be trying to keep things quiet too. And I am sure that if Debbie asked Addison who the father was, she'd tell her. And I kinda like watching Derek trying to be a dad. It's cute.

All right, I have nothing else to say.

Review.