“She is out foolin’ around with that boy until two o’clock in the morning and it has got to stop! I didn’t spend seventeen years of my life raising a daughter and giving her EVERYTHING so she could throw it away on a high school romance!” Bizzy said.
“DADDY!” Addison screamed.
“She will wind up with her heart broken or pregnant! Now he’s a nice boy, but he’s...” Bizzy began.
“He’s WHAT? He is what? Tell me!” Addison interrupts.
“He is trash! Trash! Trash! Not for you!” Bizzy told her.
Back outside of the mansion, Mark began, “We can just finish out the school year and see what happens then.”
“Please don’t do this. You don’t mean it. Well, if you’re going to do it, why wait until the school year ends? Why don’t you do it right now?” Addison cried as she pushes Mark against the car. “Huh? C’mon. Do it! Do it!” She repeatedly pushes Mark and starts to hit him. “You know what? I’m gonna do it! It’s over. OK? It’s over.”
He opens his arms for a hug. “Come here.” he said, pulling her in a hug.
“Don’t touch me! I hate you! I hate you!” She pulled back.
“OK, I’m going.” he starts to leave.
“Why don’t you just go then?” She questioned as she pushes him into the car. “Get out! Leave! Go! No, no, just wait a minute. We’re not really breaking up, are we? Come on. This is just a fight we’re having and tomorrow it will be like it never happened, right?” Mark drives away which left her in tears.
Flash to 25 years later in Seattle.
As she walked into the doors of Seattle Grace Mercy West with the baby in her arms, Callie went up to her.
“Aww. Addie, you’re a grandma.” Callie exclaimed as she cooed at the child, despite knowing her friend wasn’t having it.
“Shut up, Torres.” Addison said.
Caleb was born a few weeks early and when Emma decided she didn’t want him and to go back to New York to finish up Med School, her parents offered to adopt him so he wouldn’t be out of the family. It was no different then if he was their biological son; they treated him like theirs and not like their grandson with the love if he was theirs, biologically. And nobody could tell he was adopted because he looked so much like his grandpa and had his mom and his grandma’s cyan eyes.
“He looks so much like Mark but with your eyes.” Callie changed the subject.
“Yeah. It’s weird because whenever I look at him, I see Emma.” Addison agreed.
“Oh, it’s not like she died or anything.” Cristina snorted as she walked up to them.
“Be quiet Yang. She’s not in a good mood right now, her daughter she hadn’t seen in twenty-five years left and she’s a grandma.” Callie shushed her.
“I’m not his grandma anymore. I’m his mom now. She signed her rights away.” Addison clarifies as she held up the papers and walked away to find the last people she wanted to see.
“So how’s being a grandma treating you?” Derek questioned as she shot him a glare that made him want to hide.
“Oh, shut up Derek.” Addison shushed her ex-husband. “You’re like the fifth person to ask me that today.” she showed him the papers. “She signed her rights away so Mark and I are his parents now and he’s no longer our grandson, thank you for that.” the baby started to fuss so she turned around. “Grey, do you want to hold him?” she asked the younger woman.
“Uh...sure.” Meredith replied nervously as the baby got placed into her arms and he stopped fussing. “He’s calm.” she began to make cooing noises at him then handed him back over.
“Letters as requested.” Alex said as he went into his boss’s office with a stack of letters.
“Thanks Karev.” Addison motioned for him to leave then when he did, she found a letter and began to read it.
My Dearest Addison. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not like that anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent all those years beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. Mark.
That can not be possible at all because in LA during their fight after she blew their daughter’s AVM, he stated that he wrote to her everyday for a year but she had never gotten the letters he had written her.
She could remember his words vividly.
“Why didn’t you write me? Why? It wasn’t over for me, I waited for you for Twenty-five years. But now it’s too late.”
“I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.”
“You wrote me?”
“Yes... it wasn’t over, it still isn’t over.” he kissed her.
Back to the present day, she was thrown out of her thoughts by Caleb screaming from his fold-up crib.
“Sorry. Mommy’s taking so long, let’s go find Daddy.” She picked him up and grabbed her purse then exited her office.
“Red where were you and Cay? I’ve been looking all over for you guys?” Mark asked.
“I’ve been looking over patient charts.” Addison lied. She couldn’t have him knowing that she had read his letters from over twenty years ago.
He picked up their son from his carrier and cooed. “How’s Daddy’s little man?” he questioned as Caleb giggled. “Hungry?” the boy continued to giggle. “He’s hungry, Mommy.”
“You know I can’t refuse you two.” she exclaimed and they walked away to find something to eat.
That evening after they had left Caleb with the Shepards, he had taken her out on a walk in the moonlight. Then it started to rain and the two of them got soaked then when got home still-soaked, he carried her into the apartment as they were making out.
Afterwards, they were laying in each others arms and he was spooning her.
“Have you ever thought about...another baby?” she asked.
“Always.” he began to kiss her neck, letting her know that she is the only one he wants to have children with.
“I want another baby.” she admitted.
“Me too.” he smiled. “So when do you want to try?” he questioned.
“Right about now.” she kissed him as a future for things to come.
“I am not the one starting schoolyard fights with other doctors. You’re wound up, Addie.” Mark said as they sat on the couch in her office. ”Just admit it.”
“Bizzy’s a lesbian.” Addison blurted out.
“My mother-she’s a lesbian, which means the Captain wasn’t a cheater. It was all a sham- my whole childhood. Everything I believed about my dad, my mom, love, marriage- It’s all turned on its head. So, yeah, I’m a little wound up.”
“Lexie dumped me.”
“I asked her to raise Emma’s baby with me, even though you’re the grandma. Or, you know, raise it with me and Emma.”
“She’s a little young for that, don’t you think?”
“Do not take her side.”
“Your thing sucks, too.”
“Bizzy’s a lesbian? Thank you.” She exhales deeply. “When did we get so-”
“Old?” He interrupted.
“I was gonna say sad.” she clarified and asked. ”When did we get so sad?” She sighed. “Don’t you wish we did heroin?”
“Addison Forbes Montgomery-”
“no, no, I mean, don’t you wish we did drugs, drank too much, shot something into our vein? I mean, nothing, you know, that would make you ruin your life or kill you or make you say, “Hi, I’m Addison and I’m an alcoholic." You know, Nai-she eats. She puts food on top of it, and that numbs the pain, the malaise, the-the-the sad.
I mean, she puts food on top of it, and she feels good. But I I don’t I have green juice. I mean, that’s all I really like. And green juice, I can’t really put that on top of it.
I want to put something on top of it, But I don’t have anything.”
“And I hear you, numb the pain.” he told her as he closed the blinds, locked the door, and proceeded to take off his shirt.
“Mark, what are you doing?!” she sat up more.
I’m telling you what feel. Numb the sad, feel good. Put something on top of it, Red.” he insisted.
“Mark, I said put something on top of it; not put you on top of me.” Addison told him.
“My life is in ruins. It’s a mess.” Mark started. “I’m about to be a grandfather, we’re going to be grandparents and I’m alone. I don’t know a lot of surefire ways to numb the pain, but I do know one. Now Do you want to feel better Or don’t you, Addie?” he asked her as he finished striping.
Addison looks at him then after a moments hesitation. she goes over to him and start making out with him. He carries her over to the couch as he started to undress her. They continue to make out as she let out a moan and her heel goes up in the air.
After the sex:
“Oh, my god.”
She laughed. “I can’t catch my breath.”
“Well, we could call in the dude with the needles to help calm you down.” He ran his hand up and down her leg as they laughed. “Oh. I forgot how much fun you were.”
“Yeah,” she sat up. “That’s what happens when you date children. You forget what it’s like to be with a-” she sat up more and whispers “woman.”
“Hey!” He spanked what he could reach of her bare ass, “No being mean about Lexie.”
“Did you just spank me?” She asked.
“Oh, what, what, you want to start something?” He questions.
“Come on. Bring it, sister.”
“I will, right now, Dr. Sloan.” She went on top of him and they continue to make out.
“Oh, I’ll give you more of the same.” He smacks her bare ass again.
“Addi-aah.” Sam exclaimed.
“Oh! Sam, close the door!” Addison called out in embarrassment.
“Addison, this is a place of business.” Sam said.
“Uh, Sam, will you, uh, just toss me that shirt there, buddy?” Mark asked and Sam handed him his shirt.
“Sam, close the door.” Addison demanded as Pete walked over to the door.
“Hey.” Pete greeted.
“Oh, my god.” Addison exclaims.
“Emma went right to sleep. The needles worked wonders.” Pete informed them with the latest news about their daughter.
“Thanks. Great job, dude.” Mark replied as his ex-girlfriend put his shirt up to her face in embarrassment.
“OK, then. Too bad I joined the other practice. This place has perks.” Pete walks away.
“Sam, close the door!” Addison hollered in a lower voice.
Later on at the bench:
“Lucas thought it was morning at 2:00 A.M.” Pete said. “And then again at 3:00 a.M. and at 4:00, and I’m-I feel like I’m undeater.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about. You’re a grown man, and you’re a wreck.” Addison asked. “Emma-she’s she’s pretty simple, you know, and young. And I had her when I was seventeen, and I don’t think she’s even thought about adoption. I don’t think anybody’s counseled her. And I think she feels trapped, And I think it’s my responsibility as her doctor, not her mother to give her her options.”
“Well, of course it is. What’s the problem?” Pete asked.
“Mark. He really wants this baby. He wants to raise it with her.”
“Are we talking about the plastic surgeon?”
Addison laughed. “Oh, the concept that seeps from your every word- Do you have that for every plastic surgeon or just, You know, ones that I sleep with on the floor of my office?”
“I-just- I don’t think there’s anything to debate, Addison. You’re her doctor, you’re her mother.” Pete told her. “Yeah, well, still, it’s your responsibility. To counsel her, give her the options.”
“Yeah. Back in New York, you know, Mark and I were together again, and, um I got pregnant again. And I told him about it since I didn’t with Emma as I moved, and he was so excited, and I wasn’t, and I had an abortion. I didn’t talk to him about it first. I made the decision for both of us. And he wanted it, and he wants this one so badly.” she confessed.
“One thing can’t inform the other. Your loyalty to your friend and your-your guilt or your rerse, it can’t inform your patient care. You gotta give her the options and let her choose. Maybe it’ll go his way, and I’m sorry; it sounds just awful.”
“Don’t fall asleep on my head.”
“I’m up, I’m up.”here…