So, I went on a snowboard trip right after the exams and I had this chapter almost finished, but forgot to upload it… But here you go, hope you like it. I'm introducing one of my favourite friendship couples in this chapter and like in all my chapters, nothing really happens… And OMG, tomorrow I'm watching Private Practice on Belgian TV with my mum, hip hip hurrah! I've already written something for this fic, but I don't know when I'll insert it in the story, but I can tell you now that it involves a little crossover…
"Meredith, George! Get your asses out of bed, you're going to be late again."
A grunt came from the couch. Izzie held a cup of coffee in her one hand a glass with an aspirin in the other over the mess of a person groaning in the living room.
"Which one do you want?"
"Ugh. Can't I call in sick?"
"No, now which one do you want?"
"Aspirin first, coffee later." Meredith grunted as she sat up. Izzie put everything on the coffee table "What time is it?"
"Eight. You have an hour and a half to get decent so Bailey won't kill you when she sees you."
They could hear the shower being turned on.
"If you decide you want to eat something, I made pancakes." "Thanks, but I don't think I can stomach pancakes right now."
"There's some white yoghurt in the fridge; it helps with the nausea." Izzie told Meredith as she went back into the kitchen.
Suddenly two strong arms were wrapped around Izzie's waist. "Good morning beautiful." Izzie smiled.
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"Honey, have you seen my shoe?"
"Addie, you're going to have to give me more than that, you have hundreds of pairs." Derek Shepherd placed a soft kiss on his wife's lips.
She held up a simple black pump. "No, haven't seen it, but can't you wear any of your other shoes?" He asked her, while kissing her again.
She frowned.
"Lucy! Have you been playing with your mother's shoes again?" He yelled downstairs.
No answer came. "Lucy Amelia Caitlyn Montgomery-Shepherd!" Derek bellowed. It took the girl exactly fifteen seconds to run up the stairs to her parent's dressing room.
"What did you do with your mother's shoe?" Addison had trouble hiding her smile as she watched Derek with his hands in his side, trying to be severe.
"Nothing, Daddy." The girl was looking at her feet and fiddling with her hair.
"Did you play with your mommy's shoes?" The girl nodded.
"And you forgot where you put them?" Once again, a nod was all they got.
Derek lowered himself to his daughter's height. "Lucy, I know mommy has really pretty shoes, but they are also very expensive shoes and they are not toys, you know that, don't you?"
"But, but, I just wanted to be tall like mommy."
"Do you remember where you played with them?"
Lucy shrugged. "All across the house?"
"I'll wear something else." Addison sighed.
"Do we have an agreement?" Derek asked his little girl.
"I won't play with mommy's shoes again."
"Good." He winked at Lucy and gave her a hug. "Now go finish your breakfast."
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"Pancakes? What's the occasion?" George was surprised. Izzie only made pancakes when she was very cheerful or extremely unhappy.
"All right, a full fridge, haven't seen one of those in ages." A voice came from behind the fridge door and answered George's question.
"Hey, O'Malley." Alex greeted him, while helping himself to some orange juice.
"Good morning." George answered, grinning at Izzie. "You fed the beast." He said quietly.
She grinned. "I fed the beast, twice and I'm planning on feeding it again." She whispered back.
"You know, whispering isn't a very polite thing to do." Alex told Izzie as he walked towards her.
"If it makes you feel any better, we were only saying good things about you." She answered back, smiling playfully and putting a piece of pancake in his mouth.
"It doesn't, but the pancake does." He kissed her, softly.
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"Mark"
Mark smiled at his old friend as he stepped in the elevator.
"Derek"
"You slept with my sisters."
Mark couldn't help himself, there was no way he was going to be able to keep his smirk of his face. He shrugged. "Before any of them were married, I promise. Besides, they wanted it."
Derek frowned. "Don't push it."
Mark shrugged. "Look, I'm sorry, but I've really missed you, you know, as a friend, and I miss Shepherd family holidays."
Derek finally turned to face Mark. "Nobody said you had to move to Seattle."
Mark sighed. "Well, that's not really the reason I moved cross country."
"And all these years I'd been thinking you left because we fought." Derek answered mockingly.
"Remember Jackson Hornby?"
"Your tennis partner?" Of course Derek remembered him, well, he remembered Jackson's wife, Elise, a former model who turned heads everywhere she went. And she talked, a lot, but had nothing to say.
Mark put on his I-did-something-wrong-with-a-girl-face, something he'd been doing since they were five and he'd caught cooties from Molly Bauchschmerz.
Derek couldn't believe it, though then again, it was the only logical explanation he could come up with, it was Mark, after all. "You slept with Elise." Derek stated and Mark just shrugged.
"Jackson bought a gun." Derek had missed laughing at his friend for doing idiot things like this.
"I never thought he had it in him."
"I know." The old friends laughed.
"I've missed you too." Derek had to admit it and he really was glad that there was someone in Seattle he knew.
"Lucy looks just like her." Mark changed the subject.
"I know, it frightens me. She has her character too."
They got out of the elevator at the surgical floor.
"You want to go for a drink tonight after work?" Derek suggested.
"Sure, I haven't made any plans yet."
"I've been hearing about this Joe bartender?"
"The Emerald City bar." Mark explained. "It's where all us frustrated doctors go at night to drink away our sorrows." He laughed.
"I saw some of Bailey's interns there the other day, they had to carry the Grey girl out of there."
"It sounds like something I need to check out."
"You should ask Addie too."
"I don't think she's going to come, Mondays are mother-daughter evenings, Addison and Lucy do all this girly stuff and I take the time to catch up on some paperwork or work even later as usual."
Mark laughed. "They ban you every Monday?"
Derek just shrugged.
"Dr Shepherd, I need you for a consult."
"Of course Dr Bailey, just lead the way."
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"I got a page..." Addison entered the patient's room.
"I paged you Dr Shepherd." The woman examining the patient's leg said.
"Dr Torres, right?" She just nodded at Addison's question.
"Lauren Lehman, fell down a flight of stairs and broke her ankle in the process."
"And I presume you are pregnant?" Addison asked the patient.
"Twelve weeks." The woman answered. "My baby's going to be fine, right, I mean, I didn't bleed or anything, so, I haven't miscarried?"
"Your baby is probably fine, babies are tougher than people think." Addison said in a reassuring voice.
The woman let out a sigh of relief and looked lovingly at her husband, who was holding her hand.
"She's refusing pain meds, and I'm going to have to put that ankle back where it belonged and that's going to hurt badly." Callie hoped that maybe the woman would listen to an OB.
"First time mom, huh?" Addison asked while she approached the woman.
"How do you know?"
"It's a gift." Addison answered.
"This is going to feel a bit cold." Addison said as she put some gel on the woman's still rather flat stomach for the ultrasound. Luckily Dr Torres had sent someone to get the ultrasound machine at the same time she'd paged Addison.
"If I were you, I'd take the pain medication; there is absolutely no reason not to."
"Well, but I was thinking, if I can stand this pain, I'll be able to stand the pain when the baby is born." The woman objected. Addison and Callie frowned.
"Lauren, the pain you feel when you're in labor…" Addison paused and thought of Lucy's birth. "…it disappears the moment you hold that precious little baby of you in your arms. That pain…" she pointed at the ankle "that's just pain and it's in no way going to prepare you for birth, believe me."
Lauren caved, this woman made an excellent point. "They won't hurt the baby, will they?"
"Not a bit." Addison said. "And see, your baby's in perfect health." …