Log in

No account? Create an account
29 May 2007 @ 09:48 pm
We all get by with a little help from our friends  
Their day at the Brownstone had gone fairly well. There was a lot of pain and plenty of tears were shed, but at the end of it all, Addison and Derek had managed to find each other again. They were starting over, beginning a new life. It wasn't so much a clean slate because their past was always going to be there, but they were finally getting past it and letting go, moving on with their lives so they could be happy the way they should be.

After they'd spent the rest of their afternoon together shopping and doing other "things," they decided to give their friends and family a call, knowing that they'd never be able to live it down if someone found out that they were back in New York and didn't bother to tell anyone. Addison had called Savvy and Weiss first before calling Derek's mom. The plan soon became having dinner with Savvy and Weiss that evening and lunch with Mama Shepherd the next day.

Now they were at their friends' house. Derek was out in the living room with Weiss while Addison stayed in the kitchen to help Savvy.
xaddis0nx on June 18th, 2007 05:55 pm (UTC)
Addison rolled her eyes and shook her head, giving Savvy's arm a reassuring squeeze. "Well, if it weren't for us, you two would probably be wearing rags or things that were in fashion ten years ago," she countered with a smirk.

It was obvious that the discussion about children just wasn't working out. Neither couple were making any progress, and it didn't seem to bode well anyway. For now, she supposed they could put it aside and focus on something else.

She really wanted things to work out for Savvy, however. Her friend had also been through a lot in the past year, and she deserved to be happy just as much as Addison did. They both deserved to be mothers and to have the family they've always wanted. She knew that soon, they would.
dr_shep on June 19th, 2007 04:00 am (UTC)
Derek nodded in smug agreement, "Well, I certainly can't take the blame for what I wear. I'd be a... flannel wearing wood chopping fisherman if it weren't for you, right?"

He gave Weiss a quick glance, but his focus was mainly on Addison. It was quite apparent this conversation hadn't gone where she was hoping it would, but he still hadn't quite figured out what she wanted the conversation to come of. The conversation had changed tones for the moment, but Derek had no illusions that it wouldn't come back to him later.