A Grey's Anatomy fic by Gigi
Chapter 10: You're Having My Baby
A/N: Alas, good readers, we have reached the end of this saga. It's been really, really fun, and I hope you've enjoyed it. As a final treat, here is the last installment of Whoa, Baby! I tried to make it good and long for your enjoyment and for the fact that I always get super emotional at the ends of stories.
A/N 2: Still dedicated to Juli and Kate, because they're just awesome and two of the best reviewers ever.
Both Addison and Alex looked down at the sound of a washrag being wringed of all its moisture. Amniotic fluid drenched both pairs of shoes and even the bottom of Alex's scrubs.
"Damn it," she whispered.
Outwardly calm, Addison hobbled over to her phone on her desk and dialed the front desk. "Hello, this is Dr. Montgomery, calling to admit a patient." She stayed silent while the other person talked, and then answered the obvious question, "Me. Could you send a wheelchair up to my office once you've readied a room for me? Thank you." Hanging up the phone, she dialed another number and put the phone back up to her ear. "Richard, it's me. I need a favor. I can't remember who to call for the janitorial staff, but could you ask someone to come and clean the mess I made on my office floor when my water broke?"
Richard, who was sitting in his office, bolted up out of his chair and shrieked into the receiver, "What? Your baby's coming now?" He looked down at the calendar on his desk and noticed that it was still two weeks until her due date, which he had noted with a sticker of a baby rattle. "But you're not due for two weeks."
"Richard," came Addison's patient voice through phone, "you know that's not how this works. The due date's just an estimate." Back in her office, Alex was going nuts. How the hell could she be so calm right then? Alex stood there, breathing rapidly, wringing his hands, and Addison was just talking to the Chief on the phone as if she were talking about any other pregnant patient. She was going to have a baby! His baby!
Alex never realized he had started pacing until Derek planted himself right in front of him and stopped him. "Calm down, Karev," he stated simply. Internally, Derek was on the verge of a meltdown, too. This was it. His ex-wife was having a baby, and it wasn't his. Internally, Derek was freaking out, too. Internally, Derek was hyperventilating. He'd gotten used to the idea of Addison being pregnant, sure, but actually having the baby? Internally, Derek was running around in circles because he had no idea what to do with himself. He'd never considered the possibility that he would be there when the baby came.
"Calm down? Really, Shepherd?" Alex demanded frantically. "I'm about to have a kid, and all you can say is calm down?"
"Yeah, you're about to have a kid with my ex-wife, so be happy I'm saying anything at all," Derek shot back wryly, stepping out of Alex's path so that he could resume pacing. It wasn't like Derek could think of anything better he could be doing. They were already inside the hospital, so it wasn't like Alex needed to rush Addison anyplace. In fact, Derek kind of wanted to pace alongside the nervous intern.
"Richard!" Addison finally called out into the phone. "Stop panicking about why I'm two weeks early. Thirty-four weeks is extremely successful, given what I have to deal with every day. What matters is that you're here when my kid's born, so are you going to come down or are you just going to stay on the phone with me until the baby crowns?" With a self-satisfied smile, Addison told Richard she'd see him soon and hung up the phone. Turning her attention back to her office, she tried to stifle her laughter at the sight of Alex walking back and forth across the room and Derek watching him as if he wanted to join him. "Well, there's a sight I never thought I'd see—OOOOOH!"
Addison hunched over her belly as her first contraction came on full force. Her squeal was enough to wake Alex out of his trance and make him sprint over to support her before she fell down in pain. As she squeezed his hand in a death grip, all three doctors in the room knew it was going to be a very long, very hard labor.
An hour later, Addison lay in her nice, private hospital suite cursing Alex for all she was worth for doing this to her. "Why haven't you given me an epidural yet?" she panted after her second contraction, which had been even worse than the first. If her contractions had started out this badly, she wasn't sure she wanted to be conscious for the rest of it.
Surreptitiously flexing his hand to get the blood flowing back in it, Alex answered her as calmly as he could. "You said you didn't want any drugs," he said.
"Well, I was an idiot." Before Alex even knew what was going on, Addison had a strong hold on a fistful of his scrubs, and he found himself not two inches from her face. "Give. Me. An. Epidural. Now. Karev," she bit out every word. "And then go find whoever is supposed to be delivering our baby before I fire their ass for not being here an hour ago."
Karev felt very much like her intern again, instead of the father of the baby that was making Addison much more foul-mouthed than before. He hustled about the room, preparing everything to give her an epidural, and headed to the phone that hung on the wall to page the nurse on call. "Hello? It's Dr. Karev. I'm with Dr. Montgomery, and I was hoping you could tell me where Dr. Thomas is. He's supposed to deliver Dr. Montgomery's baby, but he hasn't shown up yet."
Addison carefully watched Alex's face darken slightly before he caught himself – he was standing in front of an extremely hormonal laboring woman. Now would not be the time to let his facial expressions send her into a panic. "Okay, thank you," he said, replacing the phone in its cradle. Hesitantly, he turned back toward his girlfriend and broke the news. "He's not coming."
"What? Why?" Addison demanded. She'd trained Dr. Thomas in her image; he was the only truly competent OB/GYN resident…well, other than Karev, but Thomas had years of experience on Karev, and there was no way Addison was going to let Alex miss the birth of his daughter because he was busy delivering her.
"His nine-month-old has the chicken pox, and Thomas never had it before, so now he has the chicken pox, too," Alex supplied gently. He took her hand and stroked it softly. "How about I check your progress until we can find another resident?"
After a few seconds spent searching his eyes for any doubt or hesitation, Addison nodded, albeit reluctantly. "I'm not sure how many other OB residents you're going to find right now, though. Dr. Thomas was the only other doctor on call, besides me, and I obviously can't do anything."
"If we can't find another resident, I'll deliver the baby, okay?" Alex suggested patiently.
At this, Addison adamantly shook her head. "I don't want you to miss your daughter's birth because you're working," she explained.
Alex burst out laughing at her explanation. "I'll hardly be missing it," he reasoned. "Besides, how cool would it be for me to tell little Adrina Rose that I got to actually deliver her?" Addison still didn't look too convinced. "Please, Addie, I really want to do this."
With such a look of eagerness and love, Addison couldn't bear to deny Alex his wish. "Fine, you can do it, but I still expect an epidural and someone to hold my hand."
Alex's face fell slightly. "Holding your hand during the actual delivery might be a challenge, Addie," he stated regretfully. An idea occurred to him just then, and Alex turned to the third doctor in the room, who had been surprisingly silent during the entire exchange. "Maybe Shepherd could hold your hand when I can't?"
Derek's head whipped up at the suggestion, and he and Addison simultaneously squealed, "What?"
"You can't be serious, Karev," Derek insisted.
Addison wholeheartedly agreed. "Alex, you really think that having my ex-husband hold my hand while you deliver your own baby will work?"
"Why not?" Alex continued. "You guys are obviously comfortable with each other, considering what I walked in on in your office."
"Alex, really?" Addison interrupted. "What you walked in on was Derek apologizing for his behavior when he found out about us. You just walked in on us being friends."
Stomping down the wave of irrational jealousy that threatened to emerge once more, Alex tried his hardest to keep his voice level. "I know that. You guys are friends. Hell, you used to be married to each other. If there was ever any other man besides me to hold your hand during this, I'd want it to be someone I know you know how to trust and has experience comforting you."
"And you're not going to feel at all jealous?" Addison added disbelievingly.
"Oh, no, I'll definitely feel jealous," Alex answered frankly. "But I would only actually feel upset if it was someone like Sloan holding your hand."
"Mark's a good guy, you know," Derek piped up. He had a confused expression on his face, as if he himself couldn't believe he was standing up for his best friend now of all times, when they were talking about the woman Mark was in love with when she was still married to Derek – the woman he's still in love with.
"My point is, yeah, I'll feel a little jealous, but I'll deal, because I'll be delivering our baby," Alex pushed on. "What do you say?"
Biting her lip, Addison finally acquiesced. "Okay, if Derek is fine with it, then so am I."
The two expectant doctors shifted their attention to the wavy-haired neurosurgeon who was still standing. Sighing, Derek walked over to the other side of the hospital bed and drew up the stool to the bedside. "My hand is yours to crush," he declared.
Very soon after that, Addison was crushing both Derek's and Alex's hands, as her third contraction hit her. When it was over, Addison let go of Derek's hand to once again grab at Alex's scrubs. "Epidural now," she demanded breathlessly.
"Right!" Alex quickly extracted himself from the redhead's grip and resumed preparations for the epidural – and once more tried to work the blood flow into his hand. The woman had a ridiculously strong grip!
Richard finally came to visit the hospital room two hours later, when the epidural had at last taken effect, leaving a much more even-tempered Addison to receive her boss.
"Took you long enough," Addison announced as she ate a fistful of ice chips. "Where have you been?"
"I'm sorry, but right after I hung up the phone, Patricia came in and informed me that two of my residents had gotten into a fight and fallen into a woman's IV drip, which caused her a great deal of pain. I've spent the last two hours convincing her not to sue the hospital, and I just wanted to drop by and see how you were before I spend the next hour berating those two idiots," Richard explained in a rush. He nodded hello to Karev, who was sitting at Addison's feet, and did a double take at seeing who was sitting beside her. "Derek? What are you doing here?
"Long story," Derek replied in a slightly dazed voice. He was still so ill at ease about being the one to hold his ex-wife's hand while she had another man's baby. Maybe he wasn't as okay with the entire situation as he'd thought.
"Okay, well I should get back. Page me when it's time," Richard requested, placing a fatherly hand on Addison's shoulder. "You know I won't want to miss this." Addison smiled warmly in response, and Richard gave her shoulder one last squeeze before leaving the hospital room.
Alex stood up from the bed and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead. "I'm going to go find the charge nurse and see if she found another OB resident," he announced.
"Okay," Addison accepted, leaning her head for a quick peck on the lips. When he left, the redhead turned back to the sole remaining other person in the suite. Derek looked decidedly uncomfortable—and maybe a little queasy. "Derek, are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Of course," Derek insisted in a strangely high voice. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You're squeaking," Addison observed. "You're also hurting my hand."
Derek hadn't even realized he had been holding her hand, let alone squeezing it hard enough for her to comment on it, despite the fact that she'd squeezed the life out of his and Alex's during the contractions that happened before the epidural took effect. He let go of her hand like it burned him, causing his ex-wife to quirk an eyebrow at him. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"You want to talk about it?" she offered softly. "I know this can't be easy on you."
"It's just weird is all," Derek excused. "I was just getting used to the idea of you being pregnant; now, I have to get completely reacquainted again with the idea of there actually being a Montgomery-Karev baby."
Addison cocked her head to the side in confusion. "I thought you said you were okay with it in my office."
"Well, I never actually said I was okay with it," Derek corrected. "I just said why I was upset."
"So you're saying that you're not okay with me having Alex's baby?" A hint of indignation crept into her voice.
"I'm saying I'm not okay with you having anyone's baby, okay?" Derek snapped, surprising both himself and Addison. This entire day was fraying his nerves.
To say that Addison was taken aback would have been an understatement. "You left, Derek," she declared quietly after a few moments had passed. "You chose someone else. Like I said before, you couldn't have expected me not to move on."
"There's a difference between accepting that your ex-wife has moved on and accepting the fact that, not only is she having another man's baby, but also that you're the one holding her hand through the delivery," Derek replied in a subdued voice.
"I told you that you didn't have to do that," Addison protested.
"I know, but I'm not going to be the petty, jealous ex-husband who refused to help you," Derek explained. "I…I still love you, Addison. Watching you start a family with another guy…hurts."
Another gap of silence overtook the room. "I get that," came the soft, shy voice of the woman on the bed. "I felt the same way when I thought you had gotten Meredith pregnant at the prom."
Derek reached forward and once again grasped her hand in his. "I'm really sorry for making you feel like that," he apologized sincerely.
"Derek, it's really okay, but I still don't want you to do this if you don't want to," she insisted, gesturing toward her belly.
Shaking his head, he let his other hand join his first one in holding Addison's. "I told you before. My hand is yours to crush," he resolved.
The labor had lasted so long that the epidural had actually worn off by the time Addison was ready to start pushing, and there was no time to administer a topup to the epidural.
Addison felt like she was dying from the vagina up. She felt like she was being ripped open – she'd never experienced such pain. She knew it would hurt—she worked with delivering women every day—but she'd never expected it to be like this.
"Alright, Addie," Alex urged. The baby was crowning; she was so close. "Just one more big push."
"I hate you, Alex Karev," Addison panted. "You will pay for making me do this."
Alex chose to ignore the threat. "One, two, three, push!"
Addison threw back her head as the pain and pressure pushed against her and tried to push her way through the agony.
A small crowd of people had gathered outside the door to Addison's hospital suite. The blinds were closed, so spying was a complete dead-end. Richard had been sent out of the room because he'd been hyperventilating so much that Addison was about to start doing the same. He and the group of residents, Bailey, Callie and Mark stood anxiously amongst each other as they heard the screams of pain coming from inside the suite.
Finally, Derek opened the door—much to the surprise of his girlfriend and the other interns—and announced in a dazed voice that it was over but that they should leave the two alone with the newest addition to Seattle Grace Hospital. Derek nursed his crushed hand and said triumphantly with an unexpected smile, "Addie did it. Adrina's beautiful."
"She's so perfect," Addison cooed, cradling her daughter in her arms. "I'm in love already."
"Same here," Alex agreed. After he'd washed up, he sat in the bed with the now mother of his child. Pressing a kiss onto her sweat-soaked head, he whispered, "I am so proud of you."
Derek came back into the room with a nineties Polaroid camera and the big baby book Alex had given her for her baby shower. "I figured you'd want a picture for your cover," he justified.
Addison laughed at the fact that her ex-husband, of all people, would be the person who took her first picture with her new family. She nodded along and grinned an exhausted but exuberant grin. She felt Alex hug her close as he grinned alongside her.
Derek snapped the picture and took the photo from the bottom of the camera, waving it back and forth so it could dry. Setting down the camera, he once again picked up the baby book and brought it over to the bed. "Would you like to do the honors, Karev?"
With a grateful smile, Alex took the photo and book from Derek's hands and gingerly placed the picture among the pale pink, silver and gold ribbons. Laughing, he said aloud, "It looks like we've got another Addie to worry about."
Above the picture of the proud parents holding their precious newborn daughter, written in flowing script, read the words:
Adrina Rose Forbes Montgomery-Karev.
A/N: The end! I'm so sad it's over, but I couldn't think of a better way to end this fic. You have no idea how much I have enjoyed writing this fic for you guys, so please don't ruin the end of this amazing ride by not reviewing! I am very proud of this last chapter, so please, if you have anything to say, REVIEW!