A/N: Next installment, kinda short but I'm trying to rewrite some more so please
bear with me! Thanks.

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Derek tossed and turned for more than two hours. How was it possible that he couldn't sleep? The two months after he left Addison in New York he had been fine, and it wasn't until he'd had his epiphany and realized what he was about to lose that he came to the realization that he missed sleeping with his wife. He missed her warmth and the way she would wrap her body around his and not leave him any room to breathe. The feeling of being smothered and comforted at the same time was what had him up at 2:00 in the morning. He got up and was about to go over the reports for his surgery in the morning when he heard the jiggling of a lock. Checking his watch he swore, he had hoped Mark had gone home but unfortunately it looked like he was back again. He rolled over and decided he was going to ignore this intrusion. He would be okay as long as the idiot didn't try to get in bed with him that was something that he would pull out a gun for, or at least his fishing rod. The door closed behind him and Derek sat up in bed recognizing that it couldn't possibly be Mark because he didn't have a key. He started to get out of bed when he heard someone yell

"Shoot."

Addison?

What was she doing here, the last he had heard she was supposed to be sleeping safely at Miranda's house or that was at least what Miranda's husband had told him. What did she think she was doing out this late at night? He started to get up and scold her for causing him worry when he remembered the fight they just had. All the men he had spoken to tonight warned him that when your wife is pregnant, all you can ever do is go with the flow. Tucker had offered him some good pointers about how to keep the amount of fights down in the household. Give her whatever she wants. Well that was the advice he was following at the moment. He was going to let her do whatever she wanted and pretend to be asleep and then in the morning he could pray that she would have a better outlook on their marriage.

"Derek?"

Addison tip-toed into the bedroom and she looked upon her sleeping husband. She walked over to his side of the bed and brushed a kiss from her lips onto his cheek by way of her hand. She then started rummaging through his pockets. She just hoped he hadn't gotten rid of them because if he did then they would inevitably have another fight in the morning. When she encountered her rings, she grabbed them close to her chest after kissing them in joy and started out of the room when Derek groaned and rolled over in bed. He was moaning something unintelligible and Addison had to lean closer to hear what was coming out of his mouth. As she leaned down she got a chance to hear what he was whispering. He was whispering her name. Overcome with emotion she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek but then decided to stroke his hair as he had hers this evening and watched pleased as the simple touch of her hand calmed his fears. She sat on the edge of the bed and started stroking his silky, brown hair and watched fascinated as how it fell through her fingertips. They were going to have gorgeous children, long flowing hair and everything if she didn't continue to screw everything up with her hormone tantrums. She yawned as the events of the day caught up with her. She stood up as she realized that she better make it home before her fatigue got the best of her and she would end up sleeping on the edge of the bed. She started to leave the room when she heard Derek whimper. She turned back to the bed in shock as he was searching even in sleep for her hand that had once comforted him only moments before. She crawled into bed with him and started stroking his hair again and Derek through a leg over her and promptly fell back deep asleep. Addison swore softly, she was going to get killed in the morning if she didn't show up at Miranda's house. Leaning her head back on the headboard, she made a silent decision to leave once Derek rolled over back to his side of the bed. Yes, she would just stay here for a couple of minutes and then she would leave. Within five minutes she was soundly asleep in her husband's arms.

Derek waited after ten minutes to verify that his wife was indeed sleep before cracking open an eye in glee. He looked down at her sleeping so soundly in his arms with the chain of her wedding rings clutched tightly in her hands. When he had heard her rifling through his pockets he had been tempted to see what she was looking for so frantically. When he heard her pull out the chain with the wedding rings and engagement rings on it and kiss them softly he felt immense relief as he realized that all the men who had been giving him advice were right and it was just hormones. When he realized she was about to leave again, he decided to play the role of actor and see how she truly felt about being back here with him, so he decided to play possum. When she started to stroke his hair, he knew that she wouldn't be leaving here tonight so he played the guilt card to his advantage. When she crawled in his bed, he felt like laughing but changed his mind as he waited for her to fall asleep. He was a son of a bitch, he knew it he embraced it but he was a son of bitch with his sleeping wife in his arms, where she belonged.

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Next Morning

Derek was interrupted from the most peaceful dream, with Addison and their kids with pigtails running down the street on their bikes with him and Addison running after them laughing as he heard banging on his trailer door. He sat up quickly as he realized that Addison was still snoozing peacefully. He didn't want to disturb her so he crept quietly out of bed ensuring that she still slept peacefully and ran to the door.

He flung the door open and saw Miranda standing in her robe and slippers tapping her feet while Callie stood behind her yawning. Miranda looked at him up and down and turned to Callie, "Yea she's here."

Callie yawned and nodded her head, "Wonderful coffee ready?"

Derek looked at them in shock, "What are you doing here?"

Miranda walked into the trailer with Callie on her heels and slapped him on the arm, "What kind of fool question is that? Your wife was supposedly under my care and she disappeared and I needed to ensure she was okay. I know she is and that she left my house to go back to her McIdiot, I'm fine, I'm hungry but I'm fine."

Derek closed the door behind him and said, "What is up with all of these aggressive callers, first it was Mark last night talking about Callie."

Callie looked up and spoke a complete sentence for the first time since coming in, "Mark was talking about me?"

She hit Miranda on the arm and smiled, "He was talking about me."

Miranda rolled her eyes, "Wonderful, where's the coffee?"

Derek threw his hands up in the air and started for the coffee maker.

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She was going to be murdered; there was no other way for women like her. Women that abandon their friends in the middle of the night to go sleep with her cheating husband who just proclaimed his love for her after finding out the truth of her supposed affair. She was going to be killed because when Miranda found out that she wasn't at the house, she was going to send out a search party. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for one of Derek's sweatshirts out of his drawer. As she pulled the fabric to her face, she inhaled his scent comforted by the familiar smell of his cologne. She slipped into the shirt then went to search through his drawers for a pair of his sweatpants. When she found a pair that was at least three sizes to big she slipped them on and then left the room. She inhaled a deep breath as she realized that this would be the first time that she would be face to face with Derek after their blowup of yesterday. As she walked closer to the kitchen she was shocked to her laughter, women's laughter. She turned the corner to see Derek sitting in between Callie and Miranda beet red with embarrassment.

Callie laughed aloud when she saw her and nodded at Miranda, "You were so right Miranda. I owe you twenty bucks. I'll pay up when we get to the hospital."

Addison turned to Miranda in confusion, "Betting at 7 in the morning?"

Miranda rolled her eyes, "I'm not talking to you. You decided to escape my house at god knows what hour of the night and didn't have the decency to leave a note. I'm not talking to you at the moment."

Addison held up her hands in surrender, "In my defense, it's all Derek's fault."

Miranda smirked, "I had a feeling." She slapped him on the back of the head, "What did I tell you about lying to me?"

Derek stood up and walked over to Addison, "Why did you tell her it was my fault, I had just about convinced her that this was totally your idea. I wasn't the one who snuck in the house at 3 in the morning rifling through my pockets."

Addison opened her mouth in shock, "So you were awake…You were faking?"

Miranda leaned forward interested, "Faking? What was being faked, who was faking?"

Derek shook his head and Callie cleared her throat, "Now that Miranda won the bet, do you think you can finish making our breakfast? I have a hip replacement at 10 and I still need to head back to the hotel and shower and get ready and after looking for your missing wife since 5 in the morning, I'm starving."

Derek smiled at Callie grateful that she had helped keep the focus off of him as Addison sat down. She turned to Callie and Miranda in apology, "I'm sorry, I never meant to scare you guys but after our slumber party last night, I felt horrible for the way I treated Derek and the only thing I wanted was my rings back…Even if I don't get his forgiveness, I didn't want to lose the memories behind the rings."

Miranda threw her a glance of disbelief, "Derek will you please tell your hormonal wife that the last thought on your mind is divorce."

Derek looked up from reading the mix for pancakes, "Divorce is the last thought on my mind."

He looked back at the mix and to the box and then turned to Addison with a puppy dog look, "How about I drive somewhere and pickup breakfast?"
Callie snorted, "Well Addison, he has one strike against him, the man can't cook."

Derek crossed his arms in front of him, "I'm sorry if I'm not a master chef, I'm too busy saving lives."

Callie stared him down and said, "It's never too late to learn."

Addison was fascinated in the meantime about the bantering between the two women and Derek.

Derek reached for his keys and said, "I'm heading out for breakfast, don't go too far from the phone as I'll be calling for order placement shortly. Any requests?"

Miranda nodded, "Anyplace other than McDonalds. I think we're "Mc-out."

As they started into another fit of laughter, Addison finally felt safe to join in on the humor as Derek kissed her on the head goodbye.

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