A/N: Okay, so this is like my MADDISON chapter, even though I'm not really liking what I wrote, but my friends do, so I won't argue with them. The next chapter will be in Seattle, I'm not sure how I'm going to do that because I don't want to write what we all know happens. So, your next update may take a while, but the good news is, I'm writing the very final chapter, not sure how that's good, or how it's helping, but yeah. Just go read and review :D

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"Archie?" Addison's small voice floated down the line and she gave a small sniff, telling Archer that she was crying.

"Ads? What is it? What's wrong?" Archer instantly began to panic and he jumped from his bed, grabbing clothes and pulling them on.

"I screwed up." She whispered. "I screwed up badly, and I've lost him." She closed her eyes and began to cry again.

"Ads, calm down, okay? I'm coming to you now."

"Okay." Addison squeaked out as she began to sob again and she pulled her knees closer to her body and dropped her phone, the noise of the storm ringing through the house, fitting her mood completely.

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Ten minutes later and Archer rushed into his sister's house finding his baby sister sat curled up at the bottom of the stairs wearing a damp t-shirt and shorts, her hair damp as well signalling she had been out in the rain.

"Ads." Archer rushed towards her instantly and pulled her close as she cried. He ran a hand up and down her back, wondering what had happened between her and Derek. He had seen some of her clothes thrown down the steps and knew that they were ruined. He held his sister close as she cried, not bothering to question her just yet, and ready to punch Derek if he came back.

Once Addison had calmed down she just clung to her brother's side still as he helped her up and up the stairs so she could change into something warmer. Once she had changed she refused to stay in the master bedroom and Archer took her to the spare room where he sat down on the edge of the bed looking at her.

"What happened, Ads?" His voice was soft as he spoke and he held her hand.

Addison looked up at her brother sadly, knowing that he would be disappointed in her. "He walked in on me and Mark having sex." She whispered and Archer was instantly shocked. Addison wasn't the sort of person to do that, he was the one who cheated, not her, she was faithful.

"You…what…why?" Archer looked at her.

"He was absent. I hardly see him anymore and he always sends Mark instead. I'm starting to feel like Mark is my husband and not Derek. Mark was just here and I had been drinking because I was upset and I needed to feel loved. I needed to be loved. Mark was just here…I made a mistake. I made a stupid mistake." She squeezed her eyes shut to stop herself from crying again.

Archer sighed and pulled his sister into a tight hug, knowing that she would get hurt by Derek, but he didn't think she'd hurt him at the same time.

"It's okay, it'll be okay." He ran his hand up and down her back, soothing her as she started to cry again, crying herself to sleep.

Archer laid his sister back in the bed and covered her up before he quietly left the room and walked down the stairs and opened the front door. He walked down the steps, picking up Addison's clothes and carried them back in, looking to see if any were salvageable. He sighed and got a black bag, putting all the clothes in there to throw away, finding most of them ruined. Archer looked around the room before running a hand over his face. He just knew it would all end in tears.

Archer stayed the night and he stayed for most of the next day with Addison, making sure she was alright before she had insisted that she was fine and that she would get over it before she went back to work. Archer knew that she wasn't fine but he knew that arguing wouldn't work so he let her do it her way. He was prepared to stay with her a while but she refused, telling him to go home and go back to work. He hesitated but had agree, insisting that he come over everyday to see her though and she gave in, knowing she didn't exactly have a choice.

For a week that was how things went. For a week, Archer would stop by everyday to make sure she was alright and spent time with her. For a week that was how they worked, until Archer got a phone from Addison, telling him that she was moving in with Mark, that they were starting a relationship, that she needed to make sure she hadn't thrown her marriage away for nothing. Archer sighed but let her do it, knowing that she needed something right then. He still saw her everyday, although after a while it was every other day when he saw that she was herself again and she seemed to have gotten over Derek.

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"Hey." Mark smiled at Addison curled up on the couch as he returned home from the hospital.

"Hey." She smiled up at him.

Mark sat down next to her and pulled her close, kissing her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close so she was sat on his lap. He slipped his hand up the back of her top and ran his hand over her smooth skin, moving his hand up to unclasp her bra and grinning when he found she wasn't wearing one.

"You're not wearing a bra. Sexy." He mumbled into the kiss.

"I haven't had one on all day." Addison whispered and heard him let out a moan.

"And I had to work." Mark murmured and took hold of the hem of her top, pulling it off of her body and attacking her breasts with his mouth.

Addison moaned softly and closed her eyes, letting her head roll to the side as she enjoyed the attention Mark was giving to her right breast and she could feel her nipples harden. Mark smirked, moving his mouth to her left breast, hearing her moan softly. He moved his hands down her sides, pushing the sweat pants off her body, leaving her in her lace panties. He ran his hands up and down her sides, before slipping two fingers inside of her panties, running them over her clit, hearing her gasp and grip his shoulders tighter.

Addison let her head drop to his neck and she could smell perfume that certainly didn't belong to her, it was too tacky to. She knew he thought she didn't know, but she did. She certainly knew, and she knew that she deserved it. She had cheated on her husband so she only deserved to be cheated on by Mark. It was Karma.

Once Mark had slowly removed her panties, Addison began to undress him, his hips lifting up so she could remove his jeans and boxers. His hands took hold of her hips, gently guiding her to him and sliding her down so their bodies joined. He brushed his thumbs over her hips bones as he helped her set a steady rhythm, before moving her hips faster, to the fast pace that was them.

They came together, moaning the other's name, but Addison knew that it just didn't seem to feel right anymore. Nothing seemed to feel right anymore. Everything felt wrong.

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Addison groaned slightly, turning over in bed as the alarm beeped loudly and she heard Mark sling an arm out of bed and hit the alarm off, before dropping his arm back onto the bed. She lay on her back staring up at the ceiling, her arms lying at her sides as Mark lay beside her on his side.

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out.

Mark froze as Addison's words sank in. Pregnant. Addison was pregnant. She was carrying his child. They were going to be parents. They were going to have a baby. They had managed to create a little life between them. They had created a miracle. Slowly Mark turned over in bed and looked at his girlfriend.

"Pregnant?" He smiled. "We're having a baby." He reached a hand out and placed it on her still flat stomach. "When did you find out?"

"A few days ago." Addison turned her head and looked at him. The fact that she was carrying Mark's child still hadn't sunk in.

"Wow." He grinned and just looked where their hand lay, imagining what their child would look like.

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When Addison got home that night from work, Mark had bought a Yankies baby grow already and a calendar, marking her due date on there. She placed her bag down on the side and just looked at it, before turning and looking at Mark, seeing the grin on his face and she realised then that she couldn't have the baby. She couldn't have a baby with Mark. She couldn't bring Mark's baby into the world. She wanted a baby with Derek. With her husband. Not Mark. This wasn't how it was meant to be.

Addison looked at Mark before rushing from the room and locking herself in the bathroom as she broke down crying. She turned the shower on to hide her sobs as she slid down the wall and hugged her knees close. She couldn't do this.

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The next day Archer opened his front door to see Addison stood on his step, hugging herself tightly and trying not to cry, failing as a few tears escaped her eyes. He just reached out and pulled her into the hallway, shutting the door and pulling her into a tight hug, letting her sob into his chest, his hand just running up and down her back soothingly.

Once Addison had calmed down he led her into the living room where she sat down on the couch and he disappeared into the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee and some tissues, returning a few minutes later. Addison wiped her eyes and wrapped her hands tightly around the hot mug.

"What happened?" Archer whispered softly, watching his baby sister in concern.

"I had an abortion." She admitted and looked down as a few more tears escaped her eyes. "I aborted Mark's baby."

Archer sighed and just held her again as more tears rolled down her cheeks. "It's okay, it'll all be okay." He ran a hand up and down her arm and kissed the top of her hair.

"I don't want a baby with Mark." Addison whispered. "I want a baby with my husband."

"I know. I know you do."

Archer took the coffee from Addison's hands and placed it on the table, pulling her close as she cried for the loss of her child. The baby that she wanted with Derek. The baby she wanted to be a mother to. Archer just held her, wishing he could make it all right again, make her happy like she used to be.

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That night when Mark arrived home, he knew something was different as he walked in but he just couldn't put his finger on it. As he walked further in though, he knew. She was gone. Addison was gone. She had taken her stuff and left him. He stood in the living room, a note on the coffee table catching his eye. Slowly he bent down and picked it up, beginning to read.

Mark,

This isn't working between us. I know about the other women, and I know you know I know. This just isn't right. We wouldn't last. We both know that, we've just been choosing to ignore it.

There's no baby now either. I couldn't do it. I couldn't have a child with you so I had an abortion. I'm not proud of it, but I did what I had to do. I'm sorry.

I need to get my husband back. I need another chance. I'm sorry I brought you into my marriage with Derek.

Addison.

Mark screwed he note into a ball and threw it. He was angry. She had just gone and left him. She had aborted his child, their child without even saying anything to him. She had taken the chance of him being a father away from him. She had taken everything from him. She had been selfish and only thought about herself, what she wanted, not about him, not once and now he had nothing.

Mark turned and slammed his fist angrily into the wall, trying hard not to cry. Not to let the tears slip past his eyes at the loss of his child, at the loss of Addison, at the loss of having the chance to have a family. He tried his best not to cry, but it just wasn't good enough.

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Addison sat in her seat on the plane, looking out of the window, her fingers nervously twisting the rings on her wedding finger. She was flying across the country, flying to where her husband had run to.