That Thursday, Addison made her way down the hallway of the practice to the empty reception bar one person. A young woman was stood in the lobby and kept checking her watch as she looked around her.

"Can I help you?" Addison asked as she placed the file behind reception.

"I'm waiting for Pete." The woman looked at Addison. "We're supposed to have lunch together."

"Oh." Addison was shocked. Pete had promised to have lunch with her.

"Yeah." She nodded and watched the woman closely.

"I'll, erm, go tell him you're here then." Addison nodded.

"Thank you."

Addison turned and began to make her way towards Pete's office. Who was that woman? She could feel the anger inside of her as she reached the door and pushed it open.

"There's a woman here to meet you for lunch." Addison crossed her arms and looked at him.

"Oh right." Pete got up from his chair as he checked his watch. "I didn't realize how late it was."

"Yeah. Enjoy your lunch date," she commented sarcastically and turned to leave.

"Wait." He watched her and stopped gathering his things. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Pete."

"Then why does it feel like there is?"

Addison gave him a look before she turned and made her way to her own office. Pete sighed and gathered his stuff before he walked out of his office and followed her. Angrily, Addison began to tidy her desk up before she grabbed her handbag.

"What is it?" He stood in the doorway and looked at her. "Is it because I'm having lunch with Lindsey?"

"Is it because you're having lunch with her?" Addison sarcastically pretended to ponder over the thought.

Pete gave a frustrated sigh. "I told you I'd see her again this week."

"Forget it, Pete." Addison turned and pushed past him out of her office.

"Just tell me what's wrong," he called after her before he sighed and shook his head, making his way towards the reception.

"Hey." Lindsey smiled at him.

"Hey." Pete smiled back at his sister. "Sorry you had to wait."

"It's fine." She shrugged. "Are you ready to go? I thought we could grab a Chinese."

"Sure, Chinese sounds good." He nodded.

"Great."

"Let's go then." Pete gave a smile. The two of them made their way over to the elevator and waited for it. As they did Pete could hear the familiar clicking of heels behind them and he turned to see Addison entering the lobby.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm looking for Nae," Addison replied shortly.

"We're having Chinese, do you want to join us?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Addison glanced at Lindsey and then back at Pete. "I'm not discussing it here."

Pete sighed and looked at his sister apologetically. "I'll be right back, okay?" Lindsey nodded and watched as he made his way towards Addison. "What's wrong?" he asked as he looked down at her.

"What do you care?" she mumbled.

"Can you just tell me what I did?"

Addison spun around to face him with an expression full of fury. "I never realised that when you got in touch with your father that I would be pushed completely aside."

"What? You are not." Pete looked at her. "I'm just having lunch with her. I told you that."

"You were supposed to be having lunch with me," she reminded him.

"I was? Today?" He frowned slightly. "Well, I offered for you to join us."

"I'm not going to sit there and be a third wheel."

"You are not a third wheel. I wanted you to meet her anyway."

"No." Addison shook her head. "I'm not going to be a second thought."

Pete sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry I forgot about lunch, that doesn't mean I don't want you to come."

"Just go and have lunch with your sister."

"Come on." He held his hand out. "I want you to meet properly and you need to eat."

Addison turned her head and looked at him. "I'm having lunch with Nae."

"Naomi still has patients."

"It's fine. I can wait." She crossed her arms over her chest.

Pete sighed and dropped his hand. "Alright then."

"Enjoy your lunch with your sister."

"Yeah." He didn't look at her as he turned around and made his way back to Lindsey and the two of them disappeared in the elevator.

Fifteen minutes later, Pete and Lindsey sat at a table in a Chinese restaurant and had already ordered something to eat.

"I've never been to this place before," he commented as he looked around.

"Really?" Lindsey looked at him in surprised. "It's quite close to the practice so I thought you would have found it."

"I usually go to a different one."

"Ah." Lindsey nodded. "So, been busy today then?"

"Yeah, I had to stop by the hospital earlier and then went to the practice." Pete nodded. "What about you?"

She shrugged. "Not much. That redhead didn't seem too impressed with us," she commented and looked at him.

"That was Addison," he sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's the hormones."

"Oh, that's Addison?" Lindsey sat up a little straighter. "She's…not how I expected her," she admitted.

"How did you expect her?" Pete looked at her.

She shrugged. "Different. What was her problem?"

"Apparently I had made plans to have lunch with her."

"Oh, I didn't mean to tread on her toes. You could have gone for lunch with her."

"No, no." He shook his head. "I asked her to join us. It's fine, really."

Lindsey frowned as she looked at him. "You're upset."

"I'm fine. I just don't get what her problem is."

Lindsey shifted in her seat and leant back in her chair and waited for him to explain further.

"I forgot that I had made plans with her." Pete looked at her. "I mean it's not like I don't want her to come. I wanted her to meet you. I just thought she'd be more supportive of everything."

"Pete, you forgot that you'd made plans with her and made plans with me instead. She's hormonal. Just try and put yourself in her shoes. I know if I was her I'd be pretty pissed with you now."

"But I asked her to come join us. It's like she doesn't even care that I want you to meet her."

Lindsey couldn't help but smile. "You really don't understand women well, do you? She's angry right now. She doesn't want to spend her lunch with the guy who made plans to meet someone else when he was meeting her and the person he made plans with."

Pete shrugged and gave a sigh. "She could have tried a little harder."

"Has she not supported you?"

"She has, I just wish she hadn't made a scene in front of you."

"Are you embarrassed about that?"

"No, I'm not embarrassed. I just wish the first time you met her would have gone differently, that's all."

"Technically, I haven't met her," Lindsey pointed out. "Well, not as Addison, just as some random person."

"Yeah." Pete nodded.

"So, how are things between you otherwise?" she asked, casually.

"Things are good, I think."

"You think?" Lindsey raised an eyebrow.

"Well she's pissed at me right now, other then that we're fine."

"Still just friends?"

"Yeah." Pete nodded. "Just friends."

"God, are you both so cowardly to do anything about that?"

"I told you it was complicated."

"Like I said, it's only complicated if you make it." She pointed a finger at him. "How do you feel about her?"

"What do you want to hear?" Pete looked at Lindsey. "Why don't we talk about you for a change?"

"I want to know how you feel about her."

"She's having my baby of course I like her...a lot."

"Do you want to be with her?"

"I don't want her to be with someone else," he admitted as he looked at his little sister.

"Ah." Lindsey grinned. "And I take it you don't want to be with anyone else either."

"You're having great fun trying to analyze my feelings for her, aren't you?"

"Yep." She nodded. "Are you two sleeping together?"

Pete rolled his eyes at her. "Not since we found out she's pregnant."

Lindsey raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to him in curiousity. "Really?"

"Yeah." He nodded slightly.

"Hmm, if you say so."

"There was no reason for us to anymore."

"Apart from the fact that you want to," she pointed out.

"We really should talk about something else."

"Why?" Lindsey grinned wickedly. "Waking you up is it?"

"You're unbelievable," Pete chuckled softly.

"Why?" She frowned slightly.

"Because you just won't let it go."

Lindsey shrugged. "That's me. Deal with it."

"We should really talk about you for a change." Pete smiled at her as the waiter served their food and they both began to eat.

"What do you want to know?"

That night Pete pulled into Addison's driveway on his motorbike and took off his helmet before he made his way up the steps to her front door where he knocked softly. It took a little longer than normal for her to open the front door and when she did the rim of her eyes were red and her face was void of make-up.

"Hey…" Pete couldn't help but frown slightly as he looked at her.

She looked at him before she turned and left the door open for him as she made her way into the living room. He sighed and followed her inside before he closed the door behind him. By the time he walked into the living room, Addison was already curled up on the couch, her gaze on the TV. Pete hesitated before he sat down on the futon and looked between her and the TV.

"Enjoy your lunch?" she asked shortly and didn't look at him.

"It was good." He nodded slightly. "We should go there some time."

"Maybe," she replied and still didn't look at him.

"I'm sorry I forgot about our lunch date." Pete watched her.

"Hmm." Addison gave one, small nod.

"I wouldn't choose lunch with her over lunch with you, I just forgot."

"So you keep telling me."

"I'm sorry."

"So you say."

Pete gave a small sigh and leaned back into the couch as he turned his head towards the TV. A silence settled over them as they absently watched the TV.

After a while he looked back at Addison who was still determined not to look at him. "Can we talk about this?"

"About what?" she asked, her gaze still not on him.

"About why you're still mad at me."

"Who says I'm mad?"

"I can tell."

"Hmm, if you say so." Addison nodded and draped a blanket over her lap.

"Have you been crying?" Pete looked at her.

"What does it matter if I have?"

"I don't want you to have a reason to cry."

"Too late now."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"What do you think, Pete? Is there?"

"I don't know." He shook his head.

"Well then." Addison gave one nod.

"Do you want me to go?"

"It's your choice whether you stay or go."

Pete gave a small nod and watched her in silence. Addison stretched her legs out before she stood from the couch and made her way into the kitchen. He gave s small sigh and stayed where he was.

"Have you eaten?" she called after a few minutes.

"Yeah."

Silence floated in from the kitchen as Addison milled about to make herself some pasta.

"Do you need help?"

"No," she called and returned a few minutes later with a bowl of pasta for herself. Pete had his head turned towards the TV and watched absently.

"Are you staying?" Addison asked after a while.

"I don't know."

"Well, hurry up and decided. I want to go to bed soon. It's been a long day."

"Is there any chance you're going to talk to me before you go to sleep?"

"I am talking to you."

"Not about why you're mad or why you've been crying."

"Why do you think, Pete?" Addison snapped and turned her head to look at him for the first time that night.

"I told you I'm sorry." Pete looked back at her.

"Saying sorry isn't going to make everything better instantly, Pete."

"No, but you can't even look at me properly because I forgot one thing."

"Forget it, Pete. I'm going to bed." She stood up from the couch. "Lock up before you decide to stay or leave."

Pete gave a loud, frustrated sigh and didn't look at her as she left the room. Addison climbed the stairs to her room and fought the newest batch of tears. Pete could hear her close the door behind her and he covered his face with his hands as he sat on the futon. He knew she was mad but he couldn't bring himself to go and leave her alone like this.

Pete gave a heavy sigh and locked up as she had instructed before he climbed the stairs as well. He made his way along the landing and towards the guest room before he hesitated. He turned and made his way into Addison's bedroom where she was already curled up on one side of her bed. He found his way to the other side in the darkness before he began to strip down to his shirt and boxers.

Addison felt the bed shift as he got in behind her but she made no effort to snuggle up to him, no matter how much she wanted to. Pete knew that she was awake but he also knew that she wasn't going to make a move. Instead he shifted closer until his chest came in contact with her back and he slid his arm around her waist to rest on her stomach. Her body relaxed at his touch but she still did not give in and snuggle into him. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her hair and his fingers softly caressed her stomach.

"Did you lock up?" she asked quietly after a while.

"Mhm." He gave a soft nod.

"Goodnight, Pete."

"Goodnight."