A few days later, when Pete and Sam finally got a chance to have a drink together, they sat at the bar on the beach. They both had a bottle of beer in their hand and looked around in silence.

"I was going to have drinks with a patient's mother the other day," Pete began after a while. Sam raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his friend. "I told Addison and she made a scene, so I cancelled."

"She made a 'scene'?" Sam waited for his friend to elaborate.

"I told her to make sure she was okay with it." Pete shrugged. "She seemed fine but then she started yelling and left."

"Well, that doesn't sound like Addison at all," Sam commented sarcastically. "Hate to burst your bubble, Pete, but that is very Addison."

"What's the big deal? We were just going to have a drink together."

Sam shrugged and took a swig of her beer. "You'd have to ask her."

"She said she didn't mean it, she overreacted."

"Always does. That's Addison for you. You can always tell when she feels strongly about something. She makes a 'scene' as you call it and then says she overreacted the next day."

Pete sighed and took another swig of his beer. "I just don't get why."

"Addison works in mysterious ways. I've never been able to decipher her ways. You might be able to now that you're trying for a baby."

"I doubt it," he scoffed.

"You're getting close to her." Sam looked at Pete and shrugged.

"Yeah but I still don't understand why she would flip like that. It's not like we're in a relationship."

Sam shrugged again and took a long sip of his beer. "That's Addison for you."

"Yeah, I guess." Pete gave a small nod.

"You'll soon learn how to handle her. Don't worry."

"I hope so."

"You will. You just better hope that your child doesn't inherit Addison's temper," he chuckled.

"God no. I'm still hoping it was just the hormones talking."

"I'll let you in on a secret. Addison Montgomery has one hell of a temper on her. You know her brother, Archer? Have you seen the scar he has on his forehead?"

"I'm not sure." Pete looked at Sam, confused.

"Just here," Sam pointed to just above his right eye, "in a straight line. They were arguing once, about something stupid, and she threw her straighteners or her hairdryer at him. I can't remember now."

"Wow." His eyes widened slightly. "So if I don't watch out she might actually hurt me?"

"Not intentionally," Sam quickly replied. "She wasn't actually aiming for his head. She has a crap aim, by the way. She was just throwing it in anger, to prove her point, but like I said, crap aim."

Pete chuckled at that and shook his head. "Good to know."

"Just don't argue with her when she's in a room where she has heavy objects to throw," Sam warned.

"I'll try not to."

"She's very opinionated too." Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I know that." Pete nodded as well.

"That's a good starting point. You've got a lot to learn."

"I do know her, though."

"You do," Sam agreed, "but there is a lot more to Addison Montgomery than just the surface."

"I know." Pete nodded again and sipped on his beer.

"It's not as hard to learn as you think." Sam looked at his friend.

"I've just never seen this side of her before."

"Well, get used to it my friend." Sam slapped Pete on the back. "It's going to crop up more and more. With all the hormones a woman has during pregnancy you're going to have fun."

"Thanks, man." Pete sighed.

"Any time." Sam smiled. Pete rolled his eyes at his friend before he finished the beer. "So, apart from that, how is everything between you and trying?"

"Good." He gave a small shrug. "Not long until the IVF now."

"That's good, right?" Sam pulled a face as he thought back to when he and Naomi were trying.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous about it."

"It's a scary thing becoming a parent," Sam agreed.

"It'll become scary when she's actually pregnant. Right now I just want it to work."

Sam nodded. "Of course you do."

"She'll be devastated if it doesn't."

"There are other options you can try. You don't have to give up hope if it does fail."

"There's only adoption."

"There's surrogacy. You could always foster too."

"I just really want this to work," he sighed.

"And it will. The two of you will find a way."

"I hope so." Pete looked at his friend and nodded. Sam nodded as well and a comfortable silence settled over them.

"How are we feeling Mrs. Mayers?" Pete smiled at his elderly patient as he entered his office. "Ready for your acupuncture?"

"As ready as can be." She smiled back at him.

"Good." He helped her on his acupuncture table before he began to gather everything he needed for the acupuncture.

"Such a lovely office," she commented as she looked around her.

"It's alright." Pete smiled softly.

"No photos of a family, I notice." She tipped her head in the direction of his desk.

"Well," he glanced at the table before back at the table, "I don't have a family of my own, yet."

"Yet?" she questioned and raised and eyebrow curiously.

"I'm trying, actually." Pete gave a smile as he walked back to the table. "For a baby."

"I take it there's a Mrs. Wilder then?" Mrs. Mayers smiled.

"Erm, no, there isn't." He shook his head. "I have a close friend who really wants a baby. We're trying together."

She couldn't help but let her lips twitch into a knowing smile. "A close friend? I see." She nodded slowly.

"See what?" Pete looked down at her as he began with the acupuncture.

"She's a close friend, eh?"

"She is." He nodded. "We've been friends for years."

"Ah." She smiled widely and nodded. "That makes sense."

"We both want a baby." Pete gave a small shrug.

"Of course you do and there is only one person for you have to a baby with."

"We just get along really well," he explained. "Right now she's the only one in my life I'd want to have a baby with."

Mrs. Mayer's grin widened. "The only one you want to have a baby with," she repeated.

"Well, I'm not in a relationship."

"Not yet," she pointed out.

"Who knows if I'll ever be in a relationship with someone for so long that I'll want to have a baby with them?"

"Just give it time, Dr. Wilder." She patted his arm with a grin on her face.

"I'm not the youngest anymore."

"That doesn't matter. Age isn't what a relationship is based on."

"But if I want to have a baby I should have one soon, shouldn't I?"

"That's your choice. You have one when you're ready."

"Well, I'm ready now. We really want a baby."

"And you'll get one." She nodded.

"I really hope so." He gave a smile.

"Have hope."

"I do, I'm just a little scared."

"Good." She smiled. "Everyone is scared at the start."

"Yeah." Pete nodded.

"You have each other. That is what matters and the bundle of joy you get after the nine months."

"Hopefully."

"You will, trust me." She nodded.

A/N: So, this was just a bit of a filler chapter. We hope you liked it!