But matter of fact was that the next morning arrived and they had to face the facts, the appointment with Naomi.

Derek told himself that he would love her, if she would be able to have a child or not, he wouldn't care. He would love her. Through good and through bad times. And through the worst.

Addison was, of course, nervous and he wasn't able to help it. Every moment he touched her, she moved a little further away and even the twins were no help. Lilian started crying and Addison didn't stop pacing up and down the room, she let her cry. Even when the little girl walked towards her, tugged at her skirt, Addison acted like she didn't notice her. She was in another world. Far, far away.

"You know that this is going to be very cold," Naomi said before putting the gel onto Addison s belly. Derek was holding her hand, sitting next to her. He didn't want to look onto the monitor, didn't want to know if the possibility to have a child with her together, be biological parents, will be maybe gone forever.

But he noticed that Addison s eyes were closed, her breathing even. When they entered the room she said to Derek that she couldn't change the outcome at all so he would have to live with it. He knew that he would.

So many things were going through his head in this very moment. Why would Addison think that he would love her less if she couldn't get pregnant. They haven't been pregnant when they were married the first time … maybe this was exactly the answer to his question. Maybe she was afraid that he would run again, stay away from home, turning into a workaholic. But on the other side, he told himself, he has the most amazing wife waiting at home and two amazing kids, why would he turn in such an idiot again?

But who can look into the future and swear that it would never happen again?
Through good and through bad times, he is telling himself, while Naomi is studying the ultrasound clips.

"Be honest Naomi, please" Addison suddenly said and the tension was even rising.

"You want me to be honest with you? Well, I think that you aren't a very good doctor."

"What the fuck are you talking about," Derek said quite harshly to one of his oldest friends.

"See yourself," she replied and pulled the monitor over so both, Derek and Addison, would be able to study it.

"How is it possible?"

Abruptly tears were running down Addison s cheeks, her breathing got heavy and she was nearly hyperventilating.

Derek couldn't believe what he just saw.

"Are you sure Naomi?"

"I would say six weeks. How could you have missed it Addison? I mean you know your body, your period … I mean …"

Nobody answered her. Derek held Addison tightly against his chest and both let the now happy tears stream down their face. He had been afraid of the out come afraid of so many things but never thought that they already could be pregnant. His wife was pregnant. Pregnant. Addison. Addison was pregnant.

He started to kiss her and if Naomi wouldn't have interrupted them maybe more would have happened. Just the idea of Addison carrying his baby turned him on; the idea of having a real family, of her giving this to him fulfilled him with love for her.

"You have no clue, how much I love you Addie," he whispered into her ear while holding her tightly against his chest.

Addison changed out of her paper gown into her white jeans and the green tunic while he was sitting there, the ultrasound pictures in his hands.

"I cannot believe it," Derek mumbled softly.

"It's a miracle Derek, it is. You have to take care of her. She has to take it easy. Not just with the kids but also with work. Light schedule, less night shifts. It's a high risk pregnancy because of her age and her medical history of miscarriage. You have to watch over her. We all know how she gets if she is busy – she has to eat regularly, three times a day, healthy food – fruits, vegetables, fish and meat. I know she isn't the big meat eater but it has to be. No coffee, no alcohol and not much sweet stuff. No carrying around of the kids if it hasn't to be and not too much sport."

"I know Naomi, I know. I will look after her. She knows that its high risk, I am sure because of all the things you just said. God, we already lost …" He thought about the fact that he didn't knew about the miscarriages when they got divorced, not about the emotional roller coaster she had been through. But this time would be different, this time …

Standing on the porch in front of the water he studied his wife, how she let her toe curl in the sand. It seemed still so unreal to both of them. If he wouldn't have asked Naomi three times, started at the printouts and just would have been there, he still wouldn't believe that she was already pregnant with his child. A little Shepherd.

"You have to talk to me again one day …" Derek said holding a glass of pineapple juice in his hand, one of her favorites. But she didn't reply. He wanted her to talk. He wanted her to stop closing him out. He wanted his Addison back, his furious, hot headed redhead, the one woman he ever really fell in love with.

He walked towards her, letting his arm wander around her waist, pressing his chest against her back, nestling his nose into her strawberry scented hair.

She didn't move.

She didn't say a word.

She only stared at the powerful sea. The waves. The sun going down on the horizon.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear, pressing his lips against her neck softly.

No reply.

No move.

Derek felt helpless. He thought that a result like this would make her overly joyful. Bring the happiness back but it didn't seem this way. It's been only eight hours since Naomi told her that she was pregnant and Derek hadn't heard a word from her since they left the practice.

He wanted to smack her, kick her, see if she was still alive, if his Addison was still in this body but he knew that pushing her wouldn't bring anything.

Maybe they stood there for an hour maybe even longer. He had his hands around her, holding her, pressing his own body against hers, feeling her.

Suddenly he felt a body quivering.

She was crying.

Crying for good, tears were rolling down her face. He could tell because his was resting on her shoulder. He didn't ask why. There was no need for it. She had needed time to realize that her dream may come true, their flesh and blood. The most intimate thing you can share and hand on – their genes.

He knew that he wasn't allowed to press her into his overly motherly form over the next few months. He knew that he had to take extra care of her because if the miscarriages before.
He knew that he longed to ask her to stop working at Seattle Grace this very moment and stay home, relax, only take care about herself. He would pay for two extra nannies, he would pay for everything but he knew too well that this wouldn't be his Addison, that his Addison would want to work because she loved her job, she loved to help and save babies. And their mothers.

He held her and let her tears drop.

He held her while she sobbed.

Finally, finally she turned around and pressed her face into his chest, showing him that he was important. He let his hand move up and down her back, smoothing her sobs a little bit.

"Have I told you today how much I love you," he whispered into her ear.

Her sobbing, quivering suddenly stopped.

"Oh god, Derek, I am so sorry."

"Honey why are you sorry? You made me so happy today."

"I didn't notice it."

"It so early Addie."

"And I did all those crazy things … I mean …"

"Stop it Addie. We didn't know it. That's enough. We know it now and I will take care of you. We …"

"What if we lose it again?"

"We won't Addie, I will take care of it.

"How can you …"

"I will take care of you baby. You really have no clue how much I love you. How much I am willing to give everything up to take care of you and this unborn baby."

"I don't want you to give anything up."

"I know."

They spent the last days in Los Angeles and argued about selling the beach house or not because they never came up at all and somebody had to take care of the building. In the end Addison talked to Charlotte and they agreed that she would rent it from her because she was looking for something new anyway. Addison was happy, smiled all day and Derek just loved the way she smiled, laughed and was happy.

Watching her brush her hair the first day back in Seattle drove him absolutely crazy. Like a rock in his shoe. He couldn't help himself. She was standing there in black cotton shorts and a grayish tank and brushed her hair. He couldn't stop watching. He couldn't stop the way he felt. He couldn't stop watching her do the simplest things.

She drove him crazy. Like no one else. He couldn't help himself anymore.

Just watching her brush her hair, something that simple, made him get hard. Some people may say that he was obsessed with her. He'd agree.

"You are staring," she said softly while removing the mascara.

"I know," Derek said with a smile on his lips. She had noticed.

"Why are you staring?"

"Because I love to watch you, you should know that."

She smiled in return, eventually knowing by now that he loved every move she made.

When she turned around and slowly walked towards him, he wanted her more than ever before. He couldn't find the right words to tell her what he felt in the very moment but he knew that it was so much more than a couple of weeks before. He never wanted to step away from her side anymore, always wanted to be next to her. Breathe the same air. Feel the same win on the on the naked body. Smell the same things.

Derek was sitting on the bed, studying her movements closely.

She stepped between his legs; let her hands rest on his shoulders while he pressed his face against her chest. He was able to hear her heart beat loud, fast. He even got more aroused by this so simple move.

She arouses him nowadays just by breathing the same air.

She was driving him crazy.

She was his death.
Especially when she was kissing his nose, pushing his chin up to touch his lips with hers, outlining his with her tongue, asking for entrance.
She was his death when she was pushing him back on the bed, unclothing him and taking him into her luscious mouth. In moments like this he forgot to breath.

"God, Addison … I will love you till the end of days," were the only words that were escaping his mouth when he came.

~~~FIN ~~~

A/N: Thanks everybody for reading those 24 chapters. Yeah, it's finished. I know maybe the end is a little abrupt for some of you but I thought that going on from here would be a story of its own. The main problems of their marriage are solved and maybe there will be a happily ever after, maybe not, who knows?