Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's (unless you count DVDs and soundtracks.) If I did, Addie would be having a kid.

I could stay here forever, just like this. She's so beautiful. I turned off the alarm just before it turned on. I didn't want to wake Addison because she'd had a particularly rough night. We'd eaten Japanese for dinner, and apparently, the little guy was not a fan. Every time she would get comfortable, she would start to feel sick again. I felt so bad for her, but there was nothing I could do to help. When she finally fell asleep in my arms, I couldn't bear to let her go. I lay there, staring at her beautiful hair and face, one hand over the baby. She turned slightly, so that she was facing me and smiled slightly. Her face didn't look quite so pale anymore. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, she looked surprised.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," I whispered. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I think so."

"Good."

"What time is it? I didn't hear the alarm."

"It's 6:15. I didn't want it to wake you up since you had such a bad night."

"I'm okay now though. Peanut just didn't like Japanese food. I need to get ready for work."

"Are you sure you should be going to work?"

"Who's the obstetrician?" Addison looked quite annoyed.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she replied, her expression softening. "My hormones are going to be crazy for a while."

"That's okay. You're still cute."

I tickled her just a little, and she jumped out of bed to take a shower.

"Can I join you in there?" I asked through the door.

"NO!"

Harumph.

"Dr. Bramwell, have you seen Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd?"

"Funny. I was just getting ready to ask you the same thing."

"So, you don't know where she is?"

"No. She was scheduled to do a C-section thirty minutes ago, but she didn't show up. We've been paging her, and she hasn't answered."

I hope she's okay. She hasn't been herself since we had Japanese food a few nights ago.

"I'm sure she's fine, Dr. Sloan," Katie had apparently noticed the look on my face. "She's probably in the pit with some emergency case."

"I just came from there, and I didn't see her anywhere."

"Oh. Well, I was just heading to her office. Maybe she got distracted with something there."

"Good idea. Let's go."

I quickened my pace almost to a run. When I reached Addison's office, the door was shut. I knocked, but there was no answer. Now, I was really worried. What if she's sick? Surely, she would page me if she didn't feel well and decided to go home. As quietly as possible, I tried the doorknob. It opened to reveal a picture that will never leave my mind. Addison was sitting in her desk chair, shoes kicked off to the side. Her head was on the mahogany desk, on top of several charts, and her brilliant red hair was splayed across the expanse of her work area. A cup of coffee rested just out of reach, extremely close to the edge of the desk. The only thing out of place in Addison's pristine office was a tissue lying inches away from the trashcan. I turned to Katie, who smiled and nodded before heading back to the waiting patient. For a moment, I stood looking at my sleeping fiancé. She seemed so calm and peaceful. Then, I went over and threw away the tissue and empty cup and gently scooped Addie from her chair. I was leaving her office with her in my arms when she mumbled.

"Shoes. Don't leave my shoes," her sleepy voice reminded me to take the red Manolo Blahnik heels.

A few hours later, Addison paged me 911. Thinking something was seriously wrong, I let a resident take over the surgery I was performing to answer the page. When Addison answered her phone, she began to yell at me.

"Why did you take me home? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You…"

"No! You should've woke me up! I didn't have time to sleep today, and you brought me home and put me in bed."

"Sorry, Baby, but you needed the rest. You were obviously exhausted. Otherwise, you wouldn't have passed out at your desk."

"I know, but…"

"No 'buts'. You needed to sleep. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I feel fine, just tired."

"Go back to sleep. I'll bring home dinner in a little while."

"Okay," her tone told me that she was smiling.

That was too easy. I wonder what she's up to…

"Hey, Ads, I'm home!" I listened for an answer. "Addie? I brought dinner. Are you hungry? Addie? Where are you?"

I had started to unload the food from a bag when I heard pounding on the stairs. The pounding continued through the house and into the kitchen, announcing Addison's presence. She bounced across the kitchen and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I stumbled backward slightly before noticing the grin on her face. It was a grin that plainly said "I did something you wouldn't want me to." Oh, boy. I wonder what kind of mess I'm going to find myself in. Do I dare ask her what she's up to?

"What did you do?"

"Nothing," was the singsong reply.

"Addison," I put on a mock stern face and pretended to be serious.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"That means you did, I think."

"I did not."

"Okay, preggers, you sound like a kid. Just tell me what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into."

"I didn't get myself into a mess. I got you into one."

"What did you buy and what tools do I need to assemble it?"

"Well… I sort of decided to redecorate my office, but that's not the important part. I love you."

"I love you, too. Addie, wha…"

"Ooh! Food!" she squealed. "Let's eat! We're starving!"

"Tell me what you did first."

"How about what I didn't do?" she suggested, and I glared at her. "Okay. I might have decided to repaint my office in addition to all the new furniture….don't look at me like that…working on the nursery is fun, so I decided to do my office too. But the thing is, I changed into something of yours before I finished my nap, and I…"

"Addie, please tell me you didn't get paint on my lucky hooded sweatshirt."

"Oh, I didn't. It's worse," her smile had faded now, and I was beginning to get scared. "I sort of cut it in half."

"How did you cut my shirt in half? No, wait. I don't even want to know." I plopped her down in a chair and ran toward her office.

"I'm so sorry, Mark! I didn't mea…"

"ADDISON! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" I walked into her office to find a bigger mess than I had bargained for.

"I'm sorry!" she called from the hallway

"Why is there blood everywhere?"

"It slipped," she said, pointing to Derek's saw, and my fears escalated. "I was trying to make that thing over there short enough, but I was all sweaty, so I took off your shirt. When the saw got the shirt, I tried to grab it, but it was too late. I'm so sorry!" her eyes glistened with tears.

"I don't care about the shirt! Why is there blood on the floor, the shirt, and the saw?"

"The saw slipped and sort of hit my leg."

As what she'd just revealed registered in my brain, I reached over and pulled her sweatpants off. A large piece of gauze covered the middle of her left thigh. Do I dare see what's under that? I gently removed the gauze and found twelve stitches underneath.

"It's not as good as you would have done it, but I think I did a pretty good job."

"You did a…wait a sec…you sutured your own leg?"

"You sutured your own face last summer when you fell of my horse."

"Oh, right. Was it really deep?"

"Not too bad. I sewed it up, and it was fine."

"Addie, you're crazy. What possessed you to use a saw?"

"I don't know," she shrugged.

I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief. She was still grinning as widely as she had been before. Deciding it would be best to sort out the mess in Addison's office later, I reminded her that dinner was downstairs and getting cold. Her response was to grab my hand and tug me the whole way back to the kitchen.

"Is this your way of paying me back for bringing you home?"

"I hadn't intended it that way. I got bored and decided to redecorate. It just so happens that I also created a mess for you."

"Let's just eat. You probably are starving now."

"Not too bad, actually. I ate a grape jelly, mayonnaise, and hot dog sandwich not too long ago," she said this as if it were a completely normal combination.

"You ate…what?" I shuddered.

"Grape jelly, mayonnaise, and hot dogs."

"That is disgusting!"

"I can't help it."

"I know you can't. How about some real food?" I asked, taking the Chinese out of its boxes.

"That is real food!"

"Well, I brought Chinese food."

"Mmm. That sounds good. Where's the mayonnaise?"

Not knowing what else to do, I handed her the bottle of Kraft Miracle Whip and continued setting out the food. When her plate was full, she turned the bottle upside down and squirted everything on the plate, muttering about how Miracle Whip wasn't the same.

AN: I've actually seen someone ingest that particular combination (with the hot dogs.) Believe me, I couldn't make that up. My job sucks. Reviews make me happy. Help me forget about work.