A/N: Here it is! Sorry it took so long. Please R&R!


When Addison awoke a couple of hours later, Mark was sitting beside her. The television was on softly, and though he was facing the screen, he wasn't paying attention to the program that was on. When he felt her shift beside him, her turned to look at her, needing to know what she wasn't telling him.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" He asked. She cleared her throat, grimacing.

"Okay," she offered, her voice thick with sleep, "been better."

"What was that all about, Addison? That was the worst I've ever seen it." She groaned, dropping her head against the headboard.

"I don't want to talk about it, Mark. Leave it be."

"You were going to tell me, Ads, and you still are. I can't let this go."

"Mark…" she said, grabbing on to his shoulder desperately, starting to panic again.

"You're okay, you can do this. Breathe," he said supportively, pulling her against him and rubbing her back. Her body relaxed as she drew deep breaths, "good girl." She pushed against his chest, sliding herself back.

"I can't," she paused, taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm, "I can't get pregnant." He opened his mouth to say something, but she held out a hand. "Physically, I can't get pregnant. Ironic, isn't it? I'm probably just getting what I deserve. It's just...poetic, isn't it?" she laughs bitterly.

"Addison…"

"No, don't...don't do that! You can't be nice to me after that. You're pissed at me, and you hate me because I killed our child. And now? Now my FSH levels are too high and my antral follicle count is two. Two! No fertility potential. At all."

"Oh, Addie…" he wrapped his arms around her, and she struggled, trying to push him away, but he wouldn't relent. Eventually the anger drained out of her body and was replaced by sobbing, she was finally allowing herself to feel. Mark knew that he had to be persistent, and most of the time she needed to feel secure in order to let herself acknowledge her pain, otherwise it would be likely to make her anxiety worse and she would have panic attacks. That was another reason he had stayed outside of her hotel room in Seattle-- he wanted to be there in case something like that should happen.

After a long while, Addison had once again tired herself out. Once she fell asleep, he carefully untangles himself from her long limbs to get her some water, knowing that she will need it when she wakes up. Ideally, it would have helped if she had drank it before she fell asleep, but she was too upset to let him leave to get the water, much less hold a glass steadily enough to drink from it. When she woke up she would probably feel sick and almost hung over from dehydration. Mark was filling a glass in the small suite's kitchenette when her panicked voice rang out through the room.

"Mark?!" He shut off the water, moving quickly back to her side.

"I'm right here, Ads!" he called out in transit, handing the glass to her when he got there. Her body visibly relaxed when she saw him, and she worked to make her breathing return to normal and blink back the tears that had been gathering in her eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah…" she laughed nervously, "I just...I thought maybe that you left." She looked down nervously, tracing her index finger around the rim of the glass. He put two fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face up to look her in the eye.

"I would never leave you, especially not knowing something like that could happen."

"I wouldn't have blamed you for leaving...I mean, I killed our child without even talking to you and here I am complaining about how I can't have a kid. God, I am such a bitch." Mark forced himself to stay calm and his voice from breaking.

"It's okay, Addison. You didn't want to have a baby with me. I can't blame you for that."

"But you would've wanted one with me! I didn't even consider that you might have been happy about it. I was too busy worrying about being on my own and raising a baby and I was being selfish. I didn't give you a chance!"

"Ads, it's in the past. What's done is done."

"So you are mad." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"Look, I would be lying if I said that a part of me didn't wish you had kept the baby, but I'm not mad at you. You did what you felt you had to do, but I still feel horrible that this happened to you. You didn't deserve this." She turned her attention to drinking the glass of water that he had given her while also fighting back tears. When she finished the water, she placed the glass on the table beside the bed, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his.

"What do I do now?" Mark wrapped his arms around her, letting her know that he would be strong for her so that she could break down.

"Let me hold you."