8:05 a.m.
Derek, please pick up. I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. I shouldn't have tossed that coffee at you, I know, but I was angry. You didn't even say thank you. I took care of you the whole night, and you just got up and went to work like none of it ever happened.
Anyway, please, call me.
I love you.
10:34 a.m.
Really, Derek? You will read my messages but won't answer me. And you won't pick up the phone either. So, tell me, how am I supposed to apologize? You're wrong if you expect me to go to your office and beg for your forgiveness. I will wait for you to come home, and we will talk about it like adults.
1:42 a.m.
Hey! This is probably a bad idea right now, but fuck it. I drank the whole bottle of wine we got from Mark today. Do you know why? Because it's the fucking anniversary of our wedding, and I am home alone! Haha. I-
1:45 a.m.
Oops, I didn't wanna hang up. Where was I? Oh, I know. I needed you to know that I remember our vows. Do you?
Let me remind you, husband.
I, Derek Shepherd, take you, Addison Forbes Montgomery, to be my wife, to have and to HOLD, from this day forward; for wetter- fuck - better, or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, TO LOVE and to cherish, TILL DEATH DO US APART!
You swore, Derek! I fucking hate you!
7:18 p.m.
I’m so sorry for yesterday. Forget everything I said. Well, not the wedding vows.
Please, call me, Derek.
I love you.
10:50 p.m.
Okay, you win. I’m miserable. Are you satisfied enough? Is this what you wanted? Did you want to teach me a lesson? Lesson learned. Okay?!
Come home, Derek.
Please.
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“Red? Why are you calling me this late? Is everything okay?”
Addison doesn't know why hearing the pure concern and care in Mark's voice makes her teary-eyed.
But it does, and she feels even more pathetic. Lying in bed alone and crying at 2 in the morning because her husband's best friend cares about her more than her husband does.
"I'm fine," Addison says, keeping her voice calm. "It's just... I don't know why I called. I'm sorry-"
“Don’t apologize. You can call me whenever you want. Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
The words feel like knives cutting her open. Why is Mark so kind to her? Why isn't he annoyed she's waking him up in the middle of the night like Derek would be?
She puts the phone away from her so she can blow her nose. Then she takes a deep breath and returns the phone to her ear.
“Thank you,” she says, meaning it more than Mark can ever know. “I woke you up, didn’t I?” she asks when she hears him trying to stifle a yawn.
“Actually, you didn’t,” Marks says, a hint of anger appearing in his voice. “I’m in the hospital right now, looking over a young girl who got half her face melted off when her boyfriend locked her in their apartment and lit it on fire as revenge for her breaking up with him.”
Addison can just blink, too horrified to even say anything.
“I hope that fucker won’t show up here, or I’ll have him escorted out,” Mark says, his tone dark.
