Addison slowly stretched her body out and kicked the covers off her. She yawned and turned over onto her side right onto Pete. He mumbled something at the movement and tiredly blinked a few times.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I forgot you were there."
"It's okay," he whispered with a tired voice and rubbed his eyes. She pushed herself up onto her elbow slowly and looked at the red numbers on her clock. "Do we have to get up yet?" Pete asked as he watched her.
"We have another hour." Addison let her arm go slack so her torso collided with her mattress again and she closed her eyes.
"Good," he murmured and shifted underneath the blanket. She gave a nod before she opened her eyes to look at him. He gave her a tired smile and turned onto his side. "How are you feeling?" Addison lifted one shoulder in a small shrug. Pete sighed and reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "You need to relax."
"Do you think I'll be a good mother?" she asked quietly and looked at him.
"Of course," he replied without hesitation. "You'll be a great mother."
"Really?" Addison questioned.
"Really." Pete looked at her and nodded. "I'm sure of it." She didn't reply. She studied his face carefully before she reached out a hand to touch his cheek.
"I'm more worried about me being a dad," he admitted as he looked down into her face.
"Why?" she whispered. "You'll be amazing. You just have the way about you."
"I don't know." Pete shook his head. "All I really know is that I want my child to feel loved. Always."
"Me too," she agreed. "So much."
Pete nodded and gave a soft smile as he looked down at her. "We'll be fine together."
"Together," Addison whispered before she curled up against his side. He slid an arm around her underneath the blanket and rested his head against hers softly. A comfortable silence settled over the pair of them as they lay together, needing the other's comfort.
"When is your next hormone therapy?" Pete asked after a while.
"Tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to come?" Addison moved her head on his chest so she could see him.
"Did me being there help?" He looked down at her. She nodded and curled her legs up a little more. "I'll be there then."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"No need to thank me," he spoke softly. "My sperm is due soon. I assume you don't want to be there for that?"
"It would be a little weird," she admitted.
"I was just kidding." Pete gave a smile.
"When do you plan on giving Naomi your sperm?" Addison placed her left hand on the centre of his chest and spread her fingers.
"Well, she said the end of the week, so I guess Friday." He shrugged.
She nodded slowly. "So, we should stop trying Wednesday then until after you've given your sperm."
"Hmm, I guess Thursday morning would be alright."
"Your sperm needs to be at its best." Addison couldn't help but pull a face after the words had left her mouth.
"Hey," Pete nudged her side, "my sperm is always at its best."
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant that… well, you know." She shrugged, unsure of how to word it.
"What?" His lips curved into a smile as he watched her. "We're not going to have sex twenty-four hours before to save the best swimmers up, just like Naomi told me to."
"I just meant that you need to erm, have a lot of sperm." Addison gave a weak one shouldered shrug as a blush crept onto her cheeks.
Pete smirked at her. "I will, don't worry."
"Good." She nodded. "That's good."
He smiled and brushed his finger over her cheek as he looked down at her. "You're a doctor and you blush when you talk about my sperm."
"My patients are female," she pointed out, "and you're my friend. It's weird." She pulled a face at him. Pete nodded slowly at her and didn't say anything. Addison looked up at him before she placed her head back on his chest so she could hear his heartbeat.
He looked up at the ceiling and kept an arm on her side. "I should probably take a shower before work."
"There are towels in the bathroom," she spoke quietly.
"That's good."
"Do you want to get lunch together today?"
"Sure, sounds good." Pete nodded. Addison smiled softly and snuggled a little bit further into his side. Pete buried his nose into her hair before he spoke again. "Remember how you told me morning sex increases the changes?" he asked quietly. Addison slowly pulled her head back from his chest and looked up at him. "What?" He frowned as he looked back at her.
Instead of replying she simply leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Pete's arm around her tightened instantly and he kissed her back passionately. They moulded their bodies together before they began to try to create another life.
Sam gave a tired sigh as he wrote in the file of his last patient of the day. The sound of his door caught his attention and he looked up to see Pete stood there.
"Busy?" he asked.
"Last patient." Sam motioned to the open file in front of him.
"I just finished my paperwork. Do you want to get a drink or something?"
"Sounds great." Sam nodded, quickly scribbled one last thing down in the file and stood up.
"Addison is at your place for a girl's night, isn't she?" Pete asked as he waited in the doorway.
"She is. They want me out of the way for a bit. They have something to talk about apparently," Sam informed his friend as they made their way down the hallway to the elevator.
"Oh." Pete nodded slowly. "Right."
"Easier to leave them to it, right?" Sam chuckled and shook his head as they stepped onto the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor.
"I guess." Pete smiled and nodded as they rode down.
"So, any reason for drinks tonight?" Sam asked and glanced at his friend.
"Not really, we just haven't been out in a while." He gave a shrug.
"Sounds good to me." Sam nodded as they made their way along to the bar on the beach.
They sat down at a small table outside and each ordered a drink. Sam took a long swig and then let out a contented sigh.
"So," Pete looked around at the other people in the bar before back at Sam, "what's new?"
"Same old, same old really." Sam shrugged. "Maya is being a teenager, Nae is freaking out over it."
"Must be scary, having a teenage daughter." He smiled.
"You have no idea." Sam looked at his friend. "The constant mood swings, the loud music, the boys."
Pete smiled and leaned back in his chair. "It's worth it though, isn't it?"
"Of course it is! It's the best thing in the world. No matter how much grief they give you, the love is all worth it."
Pete nodded at his friend before he took another sip. Sam looked around the bar at the other people and took a sip as well.
"I might get that soon." He smiled slightly as he looked down at his drink.
"What?" Sam turned his attention back to his friend. "Get what?"
"What you have."
Sam frowned in confusion. "I don't follow you."
"A family." Pete gave a small shrug. Sam pulled a face and waited for his friend to explain further. "Has Naomi really not told you anything yet?" Pete watched him.
"Told me what?" Sam asked, still confused.
"Addison, she's trying to have a baby."
"That's why she originally came here." Sam nodded.
"Well, she's trying again now."
"I didn't know that."
"She is." Pete took another sip of his drink. "And I'm helping her."
Sam stared at his friend for a few moments. "What?"
"I'm helping her," he repeated as he looked back at Sam.
"You're…you're going to have a baby with Addison?" Sam questioned, trying to wrap his mind around it.
"Well, we're trying to." Pete nodded. "She mentioned how much she wanted it, so I offered to do it with her."
"Wow," Sam finally replied. "That's…unexpected."
"I know. But we're friends and she really wants a baby and I've always wanted to be a dad too." He shrugged.
"How are you going to raise the baby?" Sam questioned.
"Well at the beginning the baby will be with her and then once they're old enough we'll take turns."
"Man, do you have any idea how hard it's going to be? It was hard enough with both me and Naomi, but with the both of you not together, it will be worse."
"People who aren't together raise their children together all the time."
Sam sighed and looked at his friend. "Have you really thought about this or did you just think you both want to be parents?"
"We'll figure the details out when she's actually pregnant." Pete looked back at him. "If I hadn't offered, she would have tried to adopt or gotten a sperm donor and she'd have to do it all on her own. Now she's got me."
"It's your choice, Pete." Sam shrugged and took a sip of his beer.
"I already made a choice." Pete finished his drink before he put the glass down.
"I know." Sam nodded.
"We'll figure it all out."
"I'm sure you will."
"First it has to work anyway," Pete sighed. Sam nodded slowly and looked at his friend. Pete looked around and waved the waiter for another drink before he leaned back in his chair. A silence settled over the friends as the idea settled between them.
A/N: Don't be fooled, this won't be a easy journey for these two to take.