On Sunday morning Alex followed the directions Addison had given him and arrived in front of a large white two-story home promptly at ten. "Wow, nice place," he commented when she let him in.

"Thanks. Can I get you anything before we get started? Water? Coffee? Tea?"

"Coffee would be great." She poured two cups and led him upstairs to the nursery.

"He picked up the instruction sheet and studied it for a minute. "Piece of cake," he boasted as he knelt down to get started.

"She sat down in the rocking chair, one leg drawn up and chin resting on her knee. "You know, I really do appreciate this," she said.

"It's no big deal. Like I said, I'll do just about anything for free food." What he didn't say was that he would have done it without free food, too.

"Still. You work a lot and it was nice of you to give up a day off for this."

By eleven thirty Alex had the crib and changing table assembled. "It's early for lunch. What else you got? You want me to get that set up?" He pointed at a long box containing a closet organization system.

"Oh, you don't have to. That's gonna be a pain in the ass," she explained, not wanting to take advantage of his kindness.

"Look, I'm here, the tools are out, we have time. Let's just get it done," he said as he tore the box open.

Two hours later, after a little swearing and a lot of laughter the organizer was finished. "Okay, let's go eat," she said once the tools were put away.

He stopped her as she went to grab her keys. "I'll drive. You just point me in the right direction."

She directed him to a little hole-in-the-wall deli a few miles away. "It doesn't look like much but believe me, they make the best chicken soup and their sandwiches are to die for," she informed him as they approached the building.

"He held the door for her and they went inside. "Have you tried the shaved steak sub?" he asked as he scanned the menu.

"No. Sounds good, though." She eventually chose the chicken soup and a turkey club sandwich, while he went with the shaved steak and tomato soup. "Oh, that looks amazing," she said, practically drooling over his sub as the waitress set the plates in front of them.

"Here, try it." He held out half of the sub. She took a bite, then offered him a bite of her sandwich. "Not bad. Shame on you for keeping this place to yourself all this time. You sure you don't have anything else to put together next weekend?"

"Careful what you wish for," she warned. "I'm sure there will be more projects requiring assistance in the next few months."

"Well, I'm your guy. Don't forget that."

"Once they were finished she convinced him to go to the ice cream place down the street. "Ella likes ice cream. Especially strawberry."

"Ella?"

"That's what I'm calling her. Short for Eleanora. Eleanora Jane, I think. Or maybe Eleanora Katherine. I'm not sure yet."

"I like Eleanora Jane. It's simple, classic. But they're both nice," he decided as he studied the ice cream flavors, eventually picking mint chocolate chip. They got their cones to go and headed home.

"Thanks again for your help. I really appreciate it. See you tomorrow," Addison said as she hopped out of the car.

The next morning Callie ambushed Addison in the parking lot. "So, I thought you were over the lines of deliciousness," she called as her friend got out of her car.

Addison jumped a mile. "Jesus, Cal, you,scared the shit out of me! And I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, don't think I didn't see you and Karev leaving that ice cream place looking all cozy," Callie teased.

"Stop it. We're just friends. He helped me with the nursery furniture, so I took him out to lunch. That's it," she insisted, though Callie couldn't help but notice her cheeks turning pink.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Montgomery. Whatever you say…"

"I mean it! He made it very clear that he wasn't interested last time. Besides, I'm having a baby! This is not the time to be getting into any relationship nonsense. We're friends, nothing more and nothing less. Just friends," Addison said firmly.

"Okay. Just friends."