This was the chapter I had the most issues with. But I'm much happier with this version.

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A few weeks following his semi-tearful reunion with Emily Shepard, Mark sits in the living room of his apartment with Addison's back resting lightly against his chest. He lays his cheek on the top of her head and takes a deep breath as she sighs contentedly. They've slowly and steadily been working on their relationship since Mark came home all those weeks ago to explain gently, yet firmly, that he intended to be the father he himself never had. He then pulled out the Yankee's onsie he'd spent hours pondering over and the Sesame Street calender with their child's due date marked from a bag on the kitchen table and handed them to Addison. The tears began immediately. Mark pulled her into his arms and whispered reassuring words about their future until she finally smiled up at him and he took her to bed.

After a few minutes of uninterrupted silence, Addison asks softly, "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

Mark raises his eyebrows. This is the first time Addison has mentioned anything baby related that doesn't have to do with an appointment or statistics in months. He knows that she's still trying to resolve her lingering guilt over Derek, her trepidation regarding him, and the gnawing fear of becoming a mother and so he understands her choice to stay quiet until she's ready. This, he thinks, is a step in the right direction.

"I know it's cliche but," he shrugs, "I don't really care as long as it's healthy."

"Liar. You want a boy," Addison teases as she turns her face to grin up at him. "Admit it."

"Doesn't every guy want to have a son?" Mark asks, and kisses her forehead.

"I guess," she admonishes. "A boy wouldn't be too bad. Have you thought of any names?"

"A-Rod?" Mark suggests. "Or Joe?"

"Or Der…" Addison clamps her mouth shut as her eyes grow to the size of saucers.

"Jeter," Mark says lightly, saving the moment. "Although, I'm not sure if I want to name my son after the only reason you go to see Yankees games."

Addison raised her eyebrows, questioningly.

"Don't give me that look," Mark chuckles and taps her nose. "I know you stare at his ass the whole time."

Addison giggles. "What about for a girl? And I'm not naming her Babe Ruth so you can close your mouth right now."

Mark grins. "Actually, I'd like to name her after Emily."

"She'd like that," Addison tells him, nodding her approval. "She'd like that a lot."

"Or we could just pull a George Foreman and name all our kids Mark," Mark says with a shrug.

"Unlikely," Addison scoffs with a giggle. She sobers slightly and says, "You seem excited."

"I am," he tells her. "I really am."

After a few moments Addison smiles and nods and says, "Me too."

They stare at each other for a few moments before Addison turns her attention back to the television. Mark, once again, lies his cheek against the top of her head and watches as Harry meets Sally. Or someone's Sleepless in Seattle. He's not really sure which movie they're watching.

"Mark?" Addison asks after ten minutes of intense movie watching.

"Hm?"

"Richard Webber called me earlier today," she says softly.

"Webber called?" Mark asks, remembering the man from his time as an intern. Webber hadn't been his actual resident like he'd been for Addison and Derek, but he'd worked with him for a full year before Mark transferred to a hospital with a better Plastics program.

Addison nods without turning around. "He's the Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace now."

"What the hell is he doing in Seattle?" Mark asks with a scoff.

"His wife is from there," Addison says.

"Oh."

"He's got a TTTS case he wants me to consult on." Addison glances at him before turning her attention back to the television. "I'll only be gone for three or four days."

"That's not too bad," Mark says. "I'll miss you though."

Addison bites her lip. "Mark, he told me Derek's there. At Seattle Grace."

Mark's veins turn to ice as he stiffens. "Der... Derek?"

Addison nods against his chest.

"So you'll be with Derek while you're there?" Mark asks, worried.

"I didn't say that," Addison states quietly and pulls away. She props herself up so that she's twisted at the waist, looking at Mark intently. "I don't plan to see him."

"You'll be working at the same hospital as him," Mark says as he, too, pushes himself up into an upright position. "You'll be working at the same hospital as him across the country from me."

"Mark..."

"You're going to try to get him back. Aren't you?"

"Oh Mark." Addison sighs at the look of complete devastation on Mark's face. She reaches out to him and softly places her palm over his cheek. "Of course not."

"But what happens if he sees you and he wants you back?" Mark asks in a small voice. "Would you stay with him?"

"No," Addison says resolutely. "No, I wouldn't."

"But..." Mark takes a deep breath. "But Ad, you still haven't even taken off your rings. And the papers are still sitting on our dresser completely blank."

Addison smiles and gets to her feet. "Mark, just wait here. Okay?"

Mark's eyebrows knot in confusion, but he nods and sits still until Addison returns a few moments later. She thrusts a packet of paperwork into his hands and watches as a look of recognition crosses his face. However, he's still confused so she tells him, "Look through it."

Mark glances at her before he slowly flips the first page. A grin comes to his face as he begins flipping though the pages faster and faster. At last he comes to the very last page and looks up at Addison. "You've signed it. You've signed the whole thing."

Addison nods.

"So..."

"I'm not just going out there on a consult," Addison tells him. "I want to push the divorce through. I want to get these papers signed and then I want to come home to you."

Mark swallows heavily. "So it'll be over? Completely over?"

"Yes," Addison says. She gasps and grins at him and pulls her wedding rings off of her finger. "I think it's about time these came off as well."

Mark can't help the grin that spreads across his face at the sight of her bare ring finger.

"Come on," Addison says and pulls Mark into the kitchen by his hand. She pulls him to the sink, holds her rings over the drain, and drops them. They hit the bottom of the drain with a clang. "It's not as dramatic as throwing them off a ferry or something, but this comes pretty close."

And with that she flips on the garbage disposal.