AN: Hello everyone! Thanks for the reviews! They're better than I expected. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure people were gonna respond to the story at all. So here's another oneshot. :) I'm still deciding if I want to post the angsty story I wrote before this one. Let me know? Thank you!

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Mark entered the scrub room, his hands both full with a cup each of good luck juju. He chuckled slightly at Addison's disheveled appearance, her pacing quite endearing.

"You're gonna wear a hole through the floor if you don't stop," he warned in greeting, extending the steaming cup to her.

She took it gratefully, breathing deep, calming breaths as she took a sip. "Thanks for the juju," she stated. "Where's Derek?"

"Stuck doing sutures in the pit. He pissed off Webber today."

Addison raised a brow at him, urging him to continue how her new husband had pissed off their resident. She hadn't seen Derek since the start of shift, and she was about to do a C-section all by herself while the attending assigned to her watched. All the attendings knew that Addison had the passion, the drive and the skill to surpass theirs, and it was in their best interest to develop her potentials so early in the program.

Mark shrugged, taking a sip of his own juju. "Something about questioning Webber's authority at the OR this morning."

She sighed, shaking her head in disapproval. "He tends to do that, doesn't he? He's too… arrogant for his own good."

"Sounds like me, actually."

"Yes, but you didn't piss off your resident on the most exciting moment of your wife's career yet."

He chuckled, the sound hearty and low. "You're right, as always. But he said he was going to try to get out of it to watch you."

She nodded, hoping he could. She always found comfort and confidence in Derek's presence, and she desperately needed those things now. "I'm so nervous," she admitted. "I mean, it's a routine C-section, but it's going to be my first and I'm afraid I might screw up."

"You won't," he said firmly. "You'll do great. Just keep your cool and focus on the task at hand."

"This is like… a defining moment for my career, Mark! I can't afford to mess up."

"Like I said, focus. And look up."

She turned her head and furrowed her brow in confusion, laughing amusedly. "What?"

"Look up," Mark said simply. "At the gallery, I mean. Derek's going to be there. And he's like… your good luck charm, sappily speaking," he said disgustedly. "I mean, you're getting all the luck you could get. You're drinking juju, you're wearing your good luck scrub cap, and Derek's gonna be there."

Addison nodded, her hand subconsciously going to the scrub cap she was wearing. It had tiny butterflies embroidered on it, a gift from Derek's mother when they first started dating. "And don't forget, I'm wearing my good luck underwear too," she added, grinning at the uncomfortable look Mark had.

He made a face, disturbed. "Okay, you did not have to tell me that! Now I'm going to imagine your panties the whole time you're operating."

She grinned cheekily at him. "You don't have to imagine, I can show you," she joked, thoroughly enjoying Mark's expression. "It has stars on the garter. I got it at Victoria's secret. Derek almost ripped them off the first time I wore them but I told him he had to be careful with them because they were gonna bring me luck and—"

"Stop!" he cried, completely surprised by Addison's descriptions. "Seriously, it's disturbing. You're like a sister to me. Can you imagine my sisters describing their underwear to me? Or Nancy describing her underwear to Derek?" The disbelief was laced perfectly well in his tone, but somehow finding it highly likely for Nancy Shepherd to actually describe her underwear to her only brother.

Addison doubled over in laughter, gasping for breath as she tried to calm down. But her face was red and her stomach hurt from the laughing, Mark looking at her un-amusedly. "I'm so—I'm sorry," she managed. "It's just… I…"

"What are you laughing about?" Derek said from the doorway, his face confused at Addison's peels of laughter and Mark's un-amused stance.

Mark turned his head to Derek, shaking his head. "Your wife has just been telling me about her lucky underwear."

"Lucky under—" He paused, scanning his eyes over Addison's laughing figure, and grinned. "You mean the one with stars on the garter?"

"Oh please, not you too," Mark said. "I imagined it enough, thank you very much."

"Come on, Mark," Addison said, finally calming down. "They're very lucky. I always get there when I wear them and—"

"It boosts her confidence like you can never know," Derek continued, grinning widely as he made his way to Addison and kissed her softly on the lips. "I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner," he apologized. "I got held up."

She nodded, still grinning from ear to ear. "I heard. We'll talk about that later."

"I got here as fast as I could. Though I must admit, you telling Mark about our little secret wasn't how I expected to find you."

Addison shrugged. "What can I say? It boosts my confidence," she teased.

"And tonight," Derek said suggestively, "we'll celebrate with said lucky underwear. Off, preferably."

She laughed, wrapping her arms around Derek's neck and meeting his gaze. "I can't wait. But… thank you for being here. It means a lot."

Mark cleared his throat. "I'm still here, you know?"

She turned her head and smiled at Mark. "Thank you, too, for coming. And for bringing me juju." She paused. "And for listening to my insane ramblings about my lucky underwear," she added as an afterthought.

"Glad to be here," Mark said, lifting himself off of the wall he was leaning on. "But Derek and I better go. You'll be scrubbing in soon."

Derek nodded. "He's right. But I'll be at the gallery, I promise."

"Promise?"

"Didn't I just?" he laughed, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Think I can do this?"

He grinned. "I know you can do this. Remember that song you used to sing when you're nervous?"

"I have confidence in sunshine, I have confidence in rain. I have confidence that spring will come again," she recited, automatically remembering the encouraging lyrics from her childhood.

Derek laughed, but continued reciting the lyrics with her. "Besides which you see, I have confidence in me."

The thought eased her mind, and she hugged Derek in appreciation. "I have confidence in me," she repeated, feeling so much better with the thought.

"That's right. You won't screw up." He gave her one last kiss and walked to Mark, waving slightly before exiting and making their way up to the gallery.

Addison sighed, taking a sip of her juju before setting it in the trash and beginning to scrub her hands. The patient was being wheeled in to the OR, and she could feel the butterflies starting to flutter in her stomach. She was so nervous to be doing this that she almost forgot about the pep talk she had with Derek not 5 minutes ago.

"Are you ready, Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd?" her attending asked, the long surname rolling off her tongue in a swift wave of sounds. She stood behind the redhead, smiling at her encouragingly.

She nodded, following her uncertainly into the OR and allowing the scrub nurse to slip on her latex gloves. She muttered a quiet thanks and positioned herself rightfully by the patient, her eyes scanning the gallery to find Derek's blue ones.

Blue met green and she smiled, reassured and encouraged.

"The OR is yours, Montgomery," the attending declared, beaming with pride at Addison's progress. She was everyone's prodigy, all the attendings fighting over her whenever interns were assigned. But she had an unsurpassed knack for obstetrics, and it showed early on in her internship. Everyone knew she would make a great doctor.

Addison turned her head to her attending and smiled in gratitude. "Thank you, Dr. Price."

Taking a deep breath, she extended her hand to the scrub nurse, muttering the lines "I have confidence in me" before nodding determinedly. "Scalpel."

-

Addison could barely contain her excitement as she exited the OR and ran straight into Derek's outstretched arms, his whole being beaming with pride at her accomplishment.

"You did it, Addie! What'd I tell you?"

She hugged him tighter, too wrapped up in her excitement to respond. "Oh god, oh god. That felt incredible!"

"I'm sure it did," he beamed.

The procedure went by smoothly, Addison's hand expertly navigating their way among the pile of flesh and successfully delivering the 7-pound baby boy. Her eyes stung with tears as she expelled the baby from the mother's womb, her heart beating rapidly at the success she was about to achieve. And she closed the mother up, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonderment, as if she were exactly where she was supposed to be, like she had found her calling. That in itself put her in an excellent mood, too giddy to notice anything else but the apparent success of the surgery.

"We have to go out and celebrate!" she exclaimed, detaching herself from Derek and turning to wash her hands, still giddy from it all. "Oh, let's have dinner with Mark please?"

Derek chuckled. "Anything you wish, my lady," he said gallantly, the endearment something they had acquired while watching Robin Hood together.

She turned her head and grinned before noticing Mark by doorframe of the scrub room, a big smile on his face.

"So your lucky underwear really is lucky," Mark commented, walking to Addison and wrapping her in a bear hug. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you. And I suppose you'll never doubt the power of the lucky underwear ever again?" she questioned, eyeing Mark knowingly. One should never diss the lucky underwear.

He shook his head. "Never. It does wonders. For instance, if tomorrow Derek comes into shift with a goofy grin on his face, I'll know he got lucky, and I'll be able to prove even more just how lucky those Victoria Secret undies are."

"Ha-ha, Mark," Derek said, glaring playfully at Mark. "I never sport a goofy grin."

"Yes you do," Addison and Mark said simultaneously, bursting out laughing at the coincidence.

Derek's glare got harder, pouting un-amusedly at them. "Fine, then. No more sex for you, Addison. And no more juicy details for Mark."

Addison's eyes widened. "What the hell? You compare notes?" She was beyond shocked.

They both shrugged. "Just moves," Derek answered nonchalantly. "Don't look at me that way," he said, raising his hands up at Addison's expression. "Thanks to my note sharing with Mark, you actually reach your point."

Mark chuckled at Addison death glare, the blush on her face scattering profusely from her cheeks to her forehead and ears. "I cannot believe you," she huffed.

"What can I say? It boosts my confidence," Derek said unashamedly, deciding that with the adorable pout Addison sported, he loved her even more.

So? What do you think? Angst for the next chapter? :D Thank you so much for reading!