"Wise Up" 7/?
Author's Note: Wow, less than a week between chapters, new record (for this story at least). Enjoy! P.S. Forewarning: this is definitely a Derek-centered chapter so I hope you can stomach McBastard/McNightmare/McJerkface/McAsshole. LOL
Title: Wise Up ch. 7
Rating: PG-13, I guess. Adult themes. Some swearing.
Summary: Derek and Addison are trying to come to terms with their feelings for each other and their behavior towards each other. Will they be able to face their demons and be stronger or will they give up? Circa end season 2, with my spin on things.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction, only. No infringement intended. ABC, Touchstone Television, Shonda and Co. own Grey's Anatomy.
Previous chapters may be found here:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. That one word would not leave Derek's mind for the rest of the day. Even while successfully operating on a patient, his mind veered to that one word for the briefest of moments.
When he sat down in his office for dinner, he barely looked at his meal, instead repeating the word over and over. He didn't know why it became a mantra. It was just a word. But it wielded a certain power over him. It wasn't dramatic to say that this was a life-changing word.
Addison might be pregnant. She could be. Glancing at his watch, he realized that his wife must have those test results back. He dialed her number and then found out from her secretary that she was in the middle of a consult. Frustrated, he slammed his phone down.
Derek had a hard time trying to wrap his mind around the concept of Addison being pregnant. A baby, he whispered to no one. It was so surreal. That was the last thing he'd anticipated when he confronted her on her illness. In truth, it should have been one of the first things he asked. He was a doctor for Pete's sake and she, she was the best in her field of obstetrics (among other fields), so if anyone would know about pregnancy signs, it would be the two of them.
What if she was pregnant? Addison would be having a baby-no, correction, they would be having a baby. He somehow knew that Addison had been faithful to him since she'd come to Seattle. She had done everything in her might to show him that she loved him, that she wanted him, that she was sorry, and that she'd never make that mistake again. Even when …temptation…reared his chiseled face, she didn't cave in. Instead, she stayed here with him, despite how aloof he was being. And yet, they might have created a child in the midst of the turmoil they were in.
It was the worst possible time to bring a child into the world, into their marriage, but it might be happening. Derek knew where Addison stood on a woman's choice and he felt similarly as she. If the test came out positive, he didn't know for sure if she would keep it, but for some reason, he thinks she might. Addison always wanted a child-they both did-but timing was never on their side. First, they wanted to enjoy the start of their marriage, just the two of them. And then they were so busy building their careers. In part it was to pay off med school but they wanted to be more than financially secure for any children. By the time that happened, there was already a strain in their marriage. And then there was the fact that when they had been married for five years, Addison had a miscarriage.
Sighing, Derek leaned back in his chair as he remembered how happy he was when Addison told him she was pregnant. It was unexpected and certainly not planned and while he was scared to death on one hand, on the other he was thrilled. He was going to be a father. He was going to have a child with Addison. They always talked about what their family would be like, but they thought they would have years before the dreams became a reality. As one of five children, Derek wanted to have a big family-he wanted that with Addison. She smacked him in the stomach when he suggested they have eight kids-four boys and four girls. "It's a good thing we're both surgeons, Derek," she'd laughed. "So we can take care of their scraped knees?" "No, so we can afford a vacation when they drive us bananas." He'd thrown a pillow at her and then she threw one back and they had one of their many pillow fights. It was a great moment. A moment that Derek hadn't thought of in a long time. Instead, he'd chosen to think of the negative part of their marriage. But there were good times, happy times.
The happiest time was when she tearfully told him she was having their child. Elated, Derek rambled a mile a minute about everything he was looking forward to. They already had names picked. Patrick named after Derek's beloved late father, for a boy and Catherine after Addison's late mother, for a girl. He wanted a little girl with Addison's red hair and her mischievous grin. She wanted a boy that had his curly dark hair and inquisitive face. They already made plans. If they had Cate (which is what Addison wanted to call her for short, if it was indeed a girl), she was going to take ballet lessons and gymnastics. Addison was all ready to be girly with her and Derek was going to build her a doll house. If they had Patrick, Derek was going to take him to baseball games, indoctrinating him in all things Yankees. Addison was going to teach him how to swim. So many plans wrapped up in one little child. Derek remembered how Addison had told him. She told him to meet up for lunch atop the Empire State Building. They ate their brown-bagged lunch and relaxed side-by-side, something neither of them had had the opportunity to do for a while with their busy schedules. Afterwards, Addison pulled Derek's hand towards a viewfinder and dropped a quarter in it.
"Addison," he whined. "How many times are you going to look through one of those things?"
"I love them, Derek. Almost as much as I love you."
Pouting, he said "Almost?"
"Okay. I love them a lot. Not nearly as much as you. Not nearly as much as I'm going to love our child."
Eyes widening, Derek stepped off the platform and turned to look at his wife who had tears in her eyes. "Our child?" he whispered.
She nodded and held out her hand, which he took and then she placed it on her stomach. "We're going to have a baby, Derek. I'm pregnant."
"But how?"
Addison laughed and jabbed him in the stomach. "Well Derek, you see when a man and a woman are in a committed relationship, sometimes they have sex, which is a very lovely, intimate thing and sometimes…"
Tugging at her hair, he smirked at her. "I know how babies are made, Dr. Shepherd. I just…aren't you on the Pill?"
"It's not 100%, Derek. You know that. And I might have missed one or two when I was sick and no it wasn't intentional, I was just really fogged up and couldn't remember… And we haven't been using condoms, so…"
Her voice trailed off and Derek grinned. "A baby. You're pregnant. We're going to have a baby. We're going to have a baby, Addie!" Laughing, he picked her up and spun her around, much to the amusement of the onlookers.
Addison was four weeks along when she found out she was pregnant. Eleven weeks later, in her 15th week, Derek was in the middle of a surgery when he was paged with an emergency.
"I'm IN an emergency," he snarled at his intern.
"Dr. Shepherd, I think you should take this."
"I think this patient would disagree, if he could talk."
"But Dr. Shepherd, it's Dr. Shep-Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd, your wife. She's been admitted."
Everyone in the OR stared at him as he dropped his scalpel. Horrified, he picked it up and handed it to a nurse who dropped it in a bin. "Page Dr. Cleary to take over for me. STAT!"
Derek ran out of the room and called down to information to find out where his wife was. He ran down several flights of stairs and was out of breath when he saw her lying on a gurney, her face so pale. He barely noticed that Savvy was standing next to her, fear etched on her face. He didn't bother to acknowledge her, his only focus was on his wife.
"Addie? Baby?"
As soon as she saw her husband, Addison burst into tears. He took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "It's going to be okay," he told her quietly. Even though he had a sinking feeling in his head that it wasn't going to be okay.
An hour later, the ultrasound confirmed what Addison already knew in her heart-their baby's heart stopped beating. It was a miscarriage. She had to be wheeled into the OR for a D&C. Her face went rigid when they told her. He and Savvy both tried their best to soothe her, but she wanted none of that. At one point when the doctor told her about the procedure, Addison merely glared at him and said "I know what that means. This is my field, remember?" Derek just shook his head at the doctor, telling him not to say anymore. Addison didn't need any of the details, she was well-versed in them. As her husband, he was as well. But just because they knew what was going to happen to her didn't make it any easier to swallow. Because it was happening to her, to their baby, to them.
After Addison was wheeled out, Derek just stood there in silence. Savvy placed her hand on her friend's shoulders and he closed his eyes, nodding. "I called Weiss," she'd told him. "He's coming over as soon as he can." Derek just nodded again. "And Mark, Derek he rescheduled his afternoon surgery and will be down here shortly."
His voice raspy, Derek thanked her.
"Derek? I'm going to get some coffee-do you want one? Anything? Okay, I'll be back in a little while."
Shortly after Savvy left, Derek sat down on a bench with his head in his hands and he cried. Before long, he felt a strong hand on his back. He didn't need to look, he knew who it was. Shuffling on the bench, he felt Mark sit next to him and place an arm around his shoulder. "Derek," Mark said sadly.
"Addison? The baby…" Mark's voice trailed off, unable to voice it.
Swallowing, Derek turned to look at his best friend, his eyes swollen and red, tears on his face. He shook his head. "Oh fuck, Derek, man I'm so sorry."
And he was. Most people wouldn't label Mark Sloan as Mr. Sensitive but there were times when he could be, times when he was serious and gentle-like now. Mark felt awful for his best friends. He knew how much that baby meant to Derek, to both of them. And if he were to be honest, the baby meant something to him. He was going to be an uncle to that child. Hell a week earlier, Derek and Addison asked if he would be their baby's godfather. He couldn't believe that they would choose him, over someone stable like Weiss or one of Derek's brothers-in-law, and he was unbelievably honored and agreed. He and Derek talked about how they would take the baby to Yankees games and tell him or her all about the evils of the Sox. Now that wasn't going to happen.
"Is Addie?" he finally asked and Derek finally spoke. "She's in surgery."
"The surgeon any good?"
Derek shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, Addison's better but…"
"You're damn straight she's better."
Derek gave a small smile at that. He was awfully proud of his wife's accomplishments. So was Mark. He knew how brilliant she was when they met in med school.
"I wish Nancy was here," Derek admitted, thinking of his obstetrician older sister.
"Where is Nancy-Pants?" Mark asked, using his favorite nickname for Derek's older sister.
"On vacation in Martha's Vineyard."
The conversation stalled and Mark watched his friend stare at the tiled floor.
Quietly, he wondered, "What happened?"
Derek shook his head. "I don't know. I was in the middle of a surgery when I was called to emergency. I ran down as fast as I could and saw her on the gurney." He gave a small shudder. "She was so small and pale, Mark."
That was something he couldn't really picture. Addison was always this force.
"Did Savvy tell you anything when she called you?"
"No, she just said that Addison had doubled over and was being checked out."
Savvy arrived and handed both men a cup of coffee. Mark accepted, giving her a kiss on her cheek and Derek just stared at the cup. "I know you said you didn't want anything, Derek, but you could use some Juju…"
Juju…at that word, Derek started crying again and Savvy and Mark looked at each other, helpless.
"I'm sorry," she told him softly. She then told him what happened to Addison when they were having lunch, how she had been spotting a bit and called her doctor to make an appointment and then all of a sudden she doubled over in pain. Derek felt guilty that he wasn't there for her, but both of his friends told him there was nothing he could have done.
When the surgery was over and Addison was in post-op, the doctor told them that everything went smoothly and that despite this miscarriage, Addison should be able to carry another child to term in the future. Addison was still, she didn't say anything and looked absently around the room. As he rattled off statistics about miscarriages, particularly for a first pregnancy, Derek wanted to punch the doctor. At that moment, he didn't care about future children…he cared about this child, the one they lost.
Once the doctor left, Derek crawled into bed and held onto Addison who didn't make a sound. She was a zombie for a few weeks. Depressed, irritable, angry, and sullen. It wasn't like his Addie. But he knew how much she was hurting and one day she finally released that pain, they released it together. From then on, she said that she was going to become a better doctor and make sure that she didn't just dismiss a patient's miscarriage. And she also said that she wanted to have another baby, but not for some time because it was too painful.
Derek understood and he never pressed her. Still, he always hoped that when the time was right, they would become parents.
And yet now, now they might become parents. Talk about irony of timing. Derek didn't know what would happen if she was pregnant. Would they stay together for the child? But would that be fair to the child if they weren't happy together? Could the two of them get past each other's infidelities and get back to being Derek and Addison again? Could they be a family? He didn't know any of that. But he knew that if she was pregnant, he was going to do his best to be a damn good father.
Derek wished he had someone to confide in. After today, Burke definitely was not the one. That basically left Richard. How crazy was it that he could no longer tell his best friend? Because seven years ago, Mark was the first person he told, even before his mother. But now? Now there was no way he'd tell Mark. What was he going to say? "Hey Mark, this is your ex-best friend. Just wanted to let you know that Addison, you know, my wife, the woman you fucked in my bed on my favorite sheets, is pregnant"? That was seriously not going to happen.
When he got home later, the trailer was only illuminated by the bedside lamp. Addison was curled on her side of the bed. He couldn't read her face. "Addison?" he whispered, unsure if she was awake.
Stirring, Addison turned to face him. He looked at her expectantly. Sighing, she said, "We can talk tomorrow, Derek."
"But-" he started.
"Look it's been a really long day and I need some sleep. Can you do me that one favor, Derek and let me sleep?"
Shedding his shirt, Derek said, "I just want to know, Addie."
Closing her eyes, Addison said, "I'm pregnant, Derek." And then she shut off the light and turned her back on him while he was left in the dark to digest the news.
Title: Wise Up ch. 7
Rating: PG-13, I guess. Adult themes. Some swearing.
Summary: Derek and Addison are trying to come to terms with their feelings for each other and their behavior towards each other. Will they be able to face their demons and be stronger or will they give up? Circa end season 2, with my spin on things.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction, only. No infringement intended. ABC, Touchstone Television, Shonda and Co. own Grey's Anatomy.
Previous chapters may be found here:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. That one word would not leave Derek's mind for the rest of the day. Even while successfully operating on a patient, his mind veered to that one word for the briefest of moments.
When he sat down in his office for dinner, he barely looked at his meal, instead repeating the word over and over. He didn't know why it became a mantra. It was just a word. But it wielded a certain power over him. It wasn't dramatic to say that this was a life-changing word.
Addison might be pregnant. She could be. Glancing at his watch, he realized that his wife must have those test results back. He dialed her number and then found out from her secretary that she was in the middle of a consult. Frustrated, he slammed his phone down.
Derek had a hard time trying to wrap his mind around the concept of Addison being pregnant. A baby, he whispered to no one. It was so surreal. That was the last thing he'd anticipated when he confronted her on her illness. In truth, it should have been one of the first things he asked. He was a doctor for Pete's sake and she, she was the best in her field of obstetrics (among other fields), so if anyone would know about pregnancy signs, it would be the two of them.
What if she was pregnant? Addison would be having a baby-no, correction, they would be having a baby. He somehow knew that Addison had been faithful to him since she'd come to Seattle. She had done everything in her might to show him that she loved him, that she wanted him, that she was sorry, and that she'd never make that mistake again. Even when …temptation…reared his chiseled face, she didn't cave in. Instead, she stayed here with him, despite how aloof he was being. And yet, they might have created a child in the midst of the turmoil they were in.
It was the worst possible time to bring a child into the world, into their marriage, but it might be happening. Derek knew where Addison stood on a woman's choice and he felt similarly as she. If the test came out positive, he didn't know for sure if she would keep it, but for some reason, he thinks she might. Addison always wanted a child-they both did-but timing was never on their side. First, they wanted to enjoy the start of their marriage, just the two of them. And then they were so busy building their careers. In part it was to pay off med school but they wanted to be more than financially secure for any children. By the time that happened, there was already a strain in their marriage. And then there was the fact that when they had been married for five years, Addison had a miscarriage.
Sighing, Derek leaned back in his chair as he remembered how happy he was when Addison told him she was pregnant. It was unexpected and certainly not planned and while he was scared to death on one hand, on the other he was thrilled. He was going to be a father. He was going to have a child with Addison. They always talked about what their family would be like, but they thought they would have years before the dreams became a reality. As one of five children, Derek wanted to have a big family-he wanted that with Addison. She smacked him in the stomach when he suggested they have eight kids-four boys and four girls. "It's a good thing we're both surgeons, Derek," she'd laughed. "So we can take care of their scraped knees?" "No, so we can afford a vacation when they drive us bananas." He'd thrown a pillow at her and then she threw one back and they had one of their many pillow fights. It was a great moment. A moment that Derek hadn't thought of in a long time. Instead, he'd chosen to think of the negative part of their marriage. But there were good times, happy times.
The happiest time was when she tearfully told him she was having their child. Elated, Derek rambled a mile a minute about everything he was looking forward to. They already had names picked. Patrick named after Derek's beloved late father, for a boy and Catherine after Addison's late mother, for a girl. He wanted a little girl with Addison's red hair and her mischievous grin. She wanted a boy that had his curly dark hair and inquisitive face. They already made plans. If they had Cate (which is what Addison wanted to call her for short, if it was indeed a girl), she was going to take ballet lessons and gymnastics. Addison was all ready to be girly with her and Derek was going to build her a doll house. If they had Patrick, Derek was going to take him to baseball games, indoctrinating him in all things Yankees. Addison was going to teach him how to swim. So many plans wrapped up in one little child. Derek remembered how Addison had told him. She told him to meet up for lunch atop the Empire State Building. They ate their brown-bagged lunch and relaxed side-by-side, something neither of them had had the opportunity to do for a while with their busy schedules. Afterwards, Addison pulled Derek's hand towards a viewfinder and dropped a quarter in it.
"Addison," he whined. "How many times are you going to look through one of those things?"
"I love them, Derek. Almost as much as I love you."
Pouting, he said "Almost?"
"Okay. I love them a lot. Not nearly as much as you. Not nearly as much as I'm going to love our child."
Eyes widening, Derek stepped off the platform and turned to look at his wife who had tears in her eyes. "Our child?" he whispered.
She nodded and held out her hand, which he took and then she placed it on her stomach. "We're going to have a baby, Derek. I'm pregnant."
"But how?"
Addison laughed and jabbed him in the stomach. "Well Derek, you see when a man and a woman are in a committed relationship, sometimes they have sex, which is a very lovely, intimate thing and sometimes…"
Tugging at her hair, he smirked at her. "I know how babies are made, Dr. Shepherd. I just…aren't you on the Pill?"
"It's not 100%, Derek. You know that. And I might have missed one or two when I was sick and no it wasn't intentional, I was just really fogged up and couldn't remember… And we haven't been using condoms, so…"
Her voice trailed off and Derek grinned. "A baby. You're pregnant. We're going to have a baby. We're going to have a baby, Addie!" Laughing, he picked her up and spun her around, much to the amusement of the onlookers.
Addison was four weeks along when she found out she was pregnant. Eleven weeks later, in her 15th week, Derek was in the middle of a surgery when he was paged with an emergency.
"I'm IN an emergency," he snarled at his intern.
"Dr. Shepherd, I think you should take this."
"I think this patient would disagree, if he could talk."
"But Dr. Shepherd, it's Dr. Shep-Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd, your wife. She's been admitted."
Everyone in the OR stared at him as he dropped his scalpel. Horrified, he picked it up and handed it to a nurse who dropped it in a bin. "Page Dr. Cleary to take over for me. STAT!"
Derek ran out of the room and called down to information to find out where his wife was. He ran down several flights of stairs and was out of breath when he saw her lying on a gurney, her face so pale. He barely noticed that Savvy was standing next to her, fear etched on her face. He didn't bother to acknowledge her, his only focus was on his wife.
"Addie? Baby?"
As soon as she saw her husband, Addison burst into tears. He took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "It's going to be okay," he told her quietly. Even though he had a sinking feeling in his head that it wasn't going to be okay.
An hour later, the ultrasound confirmed what Addison already knew in her heart-their baby's heart stopped beating. It was a miscarriage. She had to be wheeled into the OR for a D&C. Her face went rigid when they told her. He and Savvy both tried their best to soothe her, but she wanted none of that. At one point when the doctor told her about the procedure, Addison merely glared at him and said "I know what that means. This is my field, remember?" Derek just shook his head at the doctor, telling him not to say anymore. Addison didn't need any of the details, she was well-versed in them. As her husband, he was as well. But just because they knew what was going to happen to her didn't make it any easier to swallow. Because it was happening to her, to their baby, to them.
After Addison was wheeled out, Derek just stood there in silence. Savvy placed her hand on her friend's shoulders and he closed his eyes, nodding. "I called Weiss," she'd told him. "He's coming over as soon as he can." Derek just nodded again. "And Mark, Derek he rescheduled his afternoon surgery and will be down here shortly."
His voice raspy, Derek thanked her.
"Derek? I'm going to get some coffee-do you want one? Anything? Okay, I'll be back in a little while."
Shortly after Savvy left, Derek sat down on a bench with his head in his hands and he cried. Before long, he felt a strong hand on his back. He didn't need to look, he knew who it was. Shuffling on the bench, he felt Mark sit next to him and place an arm around his shoulder. "Derek," Mark said sadly.
"Addison? The baby…" Mark's voice trailed off, unable to voice it.
Swallowing, Derek turned to look at his best friend, his eyes swollen and red, tears on his face. He shook his head. "Oh fuck, Derek, man I'm so sorry."
And he was. Most people wouldn't label Mark Sloan as Mr. Sensitive but there were times when he could be, times when he was serious and gentle-like now. Mark felt awful for his best friends. He knew how much that baby meant to Derek, to both of them. And if he were to be honest, the baby meant something to him. He was going to be an uncle to that child. Hell a week earlier, Derek and Addison asked if he would be their baby's godfather. He couldn't believe that they would choose him, over someone stable like Weiss or one of Derek's brothers-in-law, and he was unbelievably honored and agreed. He and Derek talked about how they would take the baby to Yankees games and tell him or her all about the evils of the Sox. Now that wasn't going to happen.
"Is Addie?" he finally asked and Derek finally spoke. "She's in surgery."
"The surgeon any good?"
Derek shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, Addison's better but…"
"You're damn straight she's better."
Derek gave a small smile at that. He was awfully proud of his wife's accomplishments. So was Mark. He knew how brilliant she was when they met in med school.
"I wish Nancy was here," Derek admitted, thinking of his obstetrician older sister.
"Where is Nancy-Pants?" Mark asked, using his favorite nickname for Derek's older sister.
"On vacation in Martha's Vineyard."
The conversation stalled and Mark watched his friend stare at the tiled floor.
Quietly, he wondered, "What happened?"
Derek shook his head. "I don't know. I was in the middle of a surgery when I was called to emergency. I ran down as fast as I could and saw her on the gurney." He gave a small shudder. "She was so small and pale, Mark."
That was something he couldn't really picture. Addison was always this force.
"Did Savvy tell you anything when she called you?"
"No, she just said that Addison had doubled over and was being checked out."
Savvy arrived and handed both men a cup of coffee. Mark accepted, giving her a kiss on her cheek and Derek just stared at the cup. "I know you said you didn't want anything, Derek, but you could use some Juju…"
Juju…at that word, Derek started crying again and Savvy and Mark looked at each other, helpless.
"I'm sorry," she told him softly. She then told him what happened to Addison when they were having lunch, how she had been spotting a bit and called her doctor to make an appointment and then all of a sudden she doubled over in pain. Derek felt guilty that he wasn't there for her, but both of his friends told him there was nothing he could have done.
When the surgery was over and Addison was in post-op, the doctor told them that everything went smoothly and that despite this miscarriage, Addison should be able to carry another child to term in the future. Addison was still, she didn't say anything and looked absently around the room. As he rattled off statistics about miscarriages, particularly for a first pregnancy, Derek wanted to punch the doctor. At that moment, he didn't care about future children…he cared about this child, the one they lost.
Once the doctor left, Derek crawled into bed and held onto Addison who didn't make a sound. She was a zombie for a few weeks. Depressed, irritable, angry, and sullen. It wasn't like his Addie. But he knew how much she was hurting and one day she finally released that pain, they released it together. From then on, she said that she was going to become a better doctor and make sure that she didn't just dismiss a patient's miscarriage. And she also said that she wanted to have another baby, but not for some time because it was too painful.
Derek understood and he never pressed her. Still, he always hoped that when the time was right, they would become parents.
And yet now, now they might become parents. Talk about irony of timing. Derek didn't know what would happen if she was pregnant. Would they stay together for the child? But would that be fair to the child if they weren't happy together? Could the two of them get past each other's infidelities and get back to being Derek and Addison again? Could they be a family? He didn't know any of that. But he knew that if she was pregnant, he was going to do his best to be a damn good father.
Derek wished he had someone to confide in. After today, Burke definitely was not the one. That basically left Richard. How crazy was it that he could no longer tell his best friend? Because seven years ago, Mark was the first person he told, even before his mother. But now? Now there was no way he'd tell Mark. What was he going to say? "Hey Mark, this is your ex-best friend. Just wanted to let you know that Addison, you know, my wife, the woman you fucked in my bed on my favorite sheets, is pregnant"? That was seriously not going to happen.
When he got home later, the trailer was only illuminated by the bedside lamp. Addison was curled on her side of the bed. He couldn't read her face. "Addison?" he whispered, unsure if she was awake.
Stirring, Addison turned to face him. He looked at her expectantly. Sighing, she said, "We can talk tomorrow, Derek."
"But-" he started.
"Look it's been a really long day and I need some sleep. Can you do me that one favor, Derek and let me sleep?"
Shedding his shirt, Derek said, "I just want to know, Addie."
Closing her eyes, Addison said, "I'm pregnant, Derek." And then she shut off the light and turned her back on him while he was left in the dark to digest the news.