Addison opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the trailer ceiling. It was a view she had been waking up to every morning for about a year now, so she had gotten used to seeing it every day. But this time, it felt strange to her.

She turned to her left and Derek wasn't in bed. He had closed the bedroom door and was cooking in the small trailer kitchen.

Addison didn't have any clothes there, so she took Derek's blue robe and slipped it on. His clothes were always more comfortable.

"Hey, good morning. How did you sleep?" he said, holding a frying pan. He was making scrambled eggs.

"Good. Hey, are you going to share some of that with me?"

"It depends, are you moving back in here, or do you prefer the hotel breakfast?"

"Well, the hotel breakfast is more varied, and they have fruits, juices, yogurts, and cereals that we don't have here..."

"Oh, Addison."

She laughed. She loved teasing him with trivial things.

"Maybe your breakfast service doesn't have a wide variety of dishes, but at least it provides diners with a privileged view of the chef cooking in his boxers. I think it's an interesting addition to the service."

"Oh, really?" he smiled mischievously. "That's just the standard service of this buffet. There are other premium packages that include different add-ons..."

"Hmm... I don't know. Do you have more information about that package? I usually don't buy anything without knowing all the benefits it offers..."

"Well, in addition to a breakfast with scrambled eggs, strong coffee, and seasonal fruits, it includes an extra that can be enjoyed before or after the meal," he whispered in her ear as he approached her.

"Oh, really?" she pretended to be surprised. She loved teasing him just for fun, to see how far he would go.

"What do you say? Do you go for the basic plan or the premium plan?"

"Mmm, I'm not very hungry today. Sorry, Chef. I'll stick with the basic breakfast plan."

"What?" he exclaimed.

"You gave up too easily, Derek," she started laughing as she took a bite of the scrambled eggs.

"The offers are for a limited time..."

"I guess there will always be new offers then."

Derek stared at her in silence. Addison enjoyed this. It was her way of getting back at him and letting him know that she had not forgiven anything yet.

~•~

After breakfast, both of them headed to the hospital. They were expecting a long day of work. They were still affected by everything that had happened the day before, but they had many patients to take care of. In a way, it was a relief because it kept them busy and without any time to think about Doc.

As they were arriving, all the residents and some doctors were crowded in the main hallway, looking towards Richard's office. Something new must have been happening and people wanted to know.

Addison approached Bailey and asked her if she knew what all the fuss was about. But before she could answer, Addison saw what was happening for herself.

"Oh, my God..."

"Oh, my God, no..." Derek said appearing behind her.

Mark Sloan was behind that glass happily shaking hands with Richard, a clear sign that he had been hired by the chief.

Derek turned around and left in anger, while Addison remained in shock, unable to believe the scene she was seeing.

Mark came out of Richard's office after a while, and he was happy to see her standing there.

"Hey, long time no see you, Red!"

"Mark, what are you doing here?" she asked between gritted teeth.

"Well, maybe you'd know if you had answered any of my phone calls."

"What do you want here? What happened with Richard in there?"

"You got a new haircut? You look hot."

"Why are you in Seattle?" she said crossing her arms. He glanced at her chest. Pervert.

"Well, from now on we'll be coworkers. Richard appointed me as the Head of Plastic Surgery."

"Why did he do that?"

"Well, they needed someone to take charge of the department, and he chose the best option available in the market," he smiled vainly.

"Excuse me," she quickly said and ran to the closest bathroom. Having Mark nearby had aroused the nausea she thought she wouldn't have that morning.

~•~

"Can I ask a question and get the truth instead of an automated response?" Meredith said coming out of the patient's room with Derek. She was at his service that day.

"Is it about Mr. Dickinson's condition?"

"No."

"Then no, Dr. Grey. We are on working hours."

"Why are you suddenly acting like this with me?" she asked anyway. "Why did you tell me you were going to leave her and last night you were hugging her as if nothing happened?"

"Meredith..."

"I deserve a fair explanation! You can't tell me you love me and that you'd give up everything for me and the next day regret it and pretend like nothing happened. You can't play with people's feelings like that! Is it because of the panties? Is it because of your reputation at the hospital? Is it because of Addison's reputation?"

"I thought you wanted to be with Finn, that he had plans and was perfect for you. I don't understand. Why don't you go with him and stop complaining."

"Because I don't want Finn! I want you! And you seemed to want the same a week ago! What happened? Were you drunk? Did you hit your head and forget your whole speech? Because I don't understand, Derek!"

"Stop shouting... I..." he led her to one of the empty rooms.

"I need to know what's going on with you. Do you have some bipolar disorder? Multiple personality disorder? Maybe it wasn't the Derek I know who told me he was going to leave his wife, maybe it was someone else and..."

"Can you stop saying stupid things? Of course, it was me. I know it, and I don't deny it. But I changed my mind. And it's best if I stay with Addison and you stay with the veterinarian."

"Why?! You're not giving me answers, you're just going around in circles!"

"Addison is pregnant."

"...W-What?"

"I found out the day after the prom. She's pregnant, and I slept with someone else while she's carrying my child. Okay? That's what's happening."

"But... I... wow... I don't know what to say."

"I don't want my child to grow up with an absent father. I don't want the same story that I had when my father died to repeat. I want to give him a supportive and loving family, and that's beside their mother. I'm not going to leave a pregnant woman alone. I'm sorry, but I'm not that kind of person. And if I have to choose, I'm sorry, but my family comes before any other desire I may have. And I hope you understand, Meredith."

~•~

"I know it's a surprise, but there was no need to react so poorly," Mark said as he handed Addison a bottle of water. She was sitting on the floor near the door of her bathroom.

"There was no need to come to work in the city where Derek ran away from you."

"As far as I know, he also ran away from you. When are you going to tell him the whole truth?"

"Are you here for that? To pressure me into talking to Derek? What do you want, Mark, for him to hate you even more or for him to leave me? Because that's exactly what's going to happen."

"I want him to know the truth. Because I'm the one who had it worse in this story."

"Oh, no. I must assure you, that's not true."

"The two of you are still together in a new life, and I'm alone in New York. You two were all I had, and you left me. You left me when I was starting to experience the happiest moments of my life."

"Don't start, Mark," she said, standing up.

"Are you going to vomit again if I remind you of the life we had for a few months in my apartment?"

"Probably."

"What's wrong with you? Are you pregnant or something?" he made a disgusted face.

"Of course not, I already told you it's a post-traumatic reaction to Doc's death."

"You better not be, it would be ironic if you had Derek's baby..."

"I'm sorry? He's my husband, we've been legally married for almost twelve years, what part of having a child with my husband would be ironic?" she emphasized the last word.

"Forget it."

"Mark... we can talk about this if you want, but I ask you not to tell Derek. Please."

"Why not? He's my friend and he has the right to know."

"No, he doesn't. Because it was my decision with my body at a time when he wasn't part of the narrative. He doesn't need to know, and I beg you not to tell him. If anyone has to tell him at some point, it will be me. Not you."

"You're always the one who decides everything. You never care about others," he said, leaving her office.

Addison sighed, sitting back on the edge of the bathroom door.

~•~

"Addie?" Derek said, entering through the door of his office. It was almost closing time and he hadn't seen her all day, so he began to worry about that.

"Uh?," she responded with a tired voice. She had just woken up.

"What are you doing on the floor? Come..." he helped her sit on the couch.

"I... I guess I fell asleep there..."

"Are you okay? You look a little pale..."

"I threw up a couple of times."

"Addie..." he looked at her worriedly.

"It's normal, Der. It's the nausea of the first few months, my body is adjusting to the effects of the placenta hormone and estrogen. Studies have shown that women with nausea and vomiting during the first trimester have a lower risk of miscarriage than those who don't have these symptoms."

"Hmm..."

"I'm an OB, honey. I see it daily with my patients, you don't have to worry. I'm fine."

"Are you sure it's just hormones or is it that idiot Mark landing in Seattle? What the hell's he doing here?"

"Richard hired him as the new Head of Plastic Surgery..."

"He did what? So it's permanent? I can't believe that asshole..."

"Derek, he feels lonely."

"Yes, and the last time you two felt lonely, you had sex in my bed."

"He wants to fix things with you..." she said, ignoring what Derek had just said.

"Well, I don't. I want him far away from you and the baby. He doesn't know about the baby, right?"

"No... but I don't know how long I can hide it if I keep getting sick every day. There are people here who already know..."

"What? Who knows?" he asked, scared that Meredith had said something. He hadn't explicitly forbidden her from discussing it with anyone, but it's usually a secret that is kept until the parents publicly announce it out of respect.

"Bailey, Richard, Karev..."

"Karev knows? Why?"

"He works with me every day, Derek. He simply noticed it without me saying anything."

"When are we going to tell our families? You're almost at two months..."

"To my family? If it were up to me, never. Or maybe when the child is at least five years old and can tell its grandmother that its mother made the vulgarity of getting pregnant and bringing them into the world."

"Bizzy won't think pregnancy is vulgar, she went through it twice herself."

"Sometimes I used to think I was adopted, or that I was gestated by a surrogate mother, because even when I make the biggest effort, I can't imagine Bizzy pregnant in my mind. That's too nasty for her."

"Archer looks a lot like her, and you look like the Captain, I don't think you're adopted," he laughed.

"Yeah… and the first surrogate pregnancy was in the late 70s, I was already around 10 years old by that time. I think it's obvious that Bizzy was pregnant..."

"Anyway, at some point she will find out. And it's always better for you to tell her before she discovers it on her own. She wouldn't forgive you if you hide a pregnancy from her."

"I know, it's just... I don't know how I'm going to tell her when the time comes. It scares me more than giving birth."

"Addie," he laughed. Her fearful attitude gave him some tenderness.

"I know, I know, I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm thirty-eight years old, I'm the head of two departments at one of the foremost hospitals in Washington, I've been married to a neurosurgeon for over a decade, but still, I got pregnant by accident."

"Did you tell Derek?" Addison's office door was slightly open and Mark overheard the last sentence of their conversation. "I thought you weren't going to tell him."

"Tell me what?" Derek said, confused.