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"What are you still doing up?" Mark asked his second child when he arrived home. "And how'd you get home?"

"I'm eating Addison's terrible cookies because I never seem to remember they just don't measure up to Mom's," Sofia replied. "And Mom found me and made me come home."

"Oh."

"Ella had some boy crisis again."

"Lovely."

"Addison's on it."

"As long as she's not pregnant or anything, I don't get involved. Or at least I try not to. Sometimes I'm home and I get sucked in, but..."

"She's not stupid enough to get pregnant," Sofia said. "And if she ever does, I'm not babysitting."

He laughed. "Deal."

Addison and Ella came in from the back patio. "Hey, I thought you'd be home sooner," his wife said, giving him a kiss.

"I had to go back."

"Because of me," Sofia had to add.

"Aren't you not supposed to be going -?" her step-mom started to ask.

"Minor detail," she replied, eating another cookie. She was hungry and they were around. Yet, they still tasted just a little like sandpaper. "Why do you have to bake?"

"I'm not that bad!" she laughed.

"Mom, you kinda are," Ella replied.

"Am I really?" she asked her husband.

"Can I be honest and still get sex tonight?" Mark asked.

"Ew," Ella grimaced.

"What?" Mark asked. "You're teenagers."

"And you're old! And...our parents."

Addison laughed. "Goodnight, girls."

"'Night," Sofia said.

"Oh, and you've gotta clean your room," she added. "It's a mess."

"It's my room."

"In our house," Mark said. "You clean your room at Madre's. Clean here, too."

"Fine," Sofia agreed. "But I only do that because Madre started saying she'd throw stuff out. Starting with anatomy textbooks."

"You're such a nerd," Ella teased, playfully.

"At least I'm not freaking out about boys."

"At least I have a boyfriend."

"And one day, I'll have a PhD and a MD. To each their own," she said as they went upstairs together.

"How are they both your kids?" Addison laughed.

"I have no idea," Mark replied.

Addison's ten hour labour was only going to consist of a few more contractions. She knew this, but she was having a difficult time pushing. She was exhausted and it seemed impossible to her that she could actually do this.

"C'mon," Mark whispered. "Ella's almost here."

"I know," she said.

He was running his fingers through her hair as he held her hand in his other one. "Just a few more pushes."

"That's annoying," she told him, moving her head away.

"Sorry."

A contraction came and she bore without even thinking about it. She had always just assumed she'd be the model Labour and Delivery patient, but she was far from it. She had been a complete mess, lacking her usual ability to stay calm under pressure. She felt like she had no idea what she was doing.

"Easy, easy, easy," her doctor instructed. "Don't rush her out."

Addison didn't even hear her say that. She pushed, and pushed, and pushed – even once the contraction was over – until Elizabeth's head was delivered.

"Breathe, Addie," Mark said.

For one, Addison's entire face was now appearing to be comparable to her hair colour. Dr. McGee was also trying to unwrap the umbilical cord from around his baby girl's neck, Mark noticed.

Addison looked up at him and tried to focus on her breath. "I want her out!"

"Addie, she's almost out," he replied.

Once the umbilical cord was unwrapped, Dr. McGee told Addison to give one final push.

Addison began laughing and crying all at once when she felt Baby Elizabeth emerge from her body. Complete disbelief set in. She was that baby's mommy.

"She's here!" she said, as the eight pound girl was placed on her chest.

"She is," Mark smiled.

He felt his hand meet her vernix coated skin even though he was still looking into Mommy's eyes. Mark realized this and looked down. "Ella!" he said, in a slightly high, yet soft baby voice.

Addison didn't even bother correcting him. She just wanted to take in each and every one of Elizabeth's flawless features.

"Hi, Beautiful!" she smiled.

She made contact with the little bit of blond peach-fuzz on her newborn's head. This was the first thing she really noticed about her girl, and it surprised her. She had never pictured her child without hair. The entire pregnancy, she had imagined just the opposite. She figured Elizabeth would have more hair than she knew what to do with.

"She's bald," she said.

"And what did I tell you," Daddy smiled. "Sloan nose."

"Sure," she laughed.

"She's sure got a good set of lungs," the nurse commented.

Addison kissed Ella's little hand. "You're the best baby ever," she told her.

"Ever, Ella," Mark smiled. "Hear that?"

Addison looked up at him. "She's really ours," she said, still smiling.

Without realizing it, he found himself kissing her lips. He didn't know it until he felt her kissing him back. It felt so good.