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Sometimes, Love is Enough

She can't wait to marry him. In many ways, they already feel married, but she can't wait to be able to officially call him her husband, just as she can't wait to hear him refer to her as his wife. She will be his forever, and this time, she is even changing her name beyond just a hyphenation. Professionally, she'll stay 'Doctor Montgomery,' but outside of work and the medical field, she is more than happy to be 'Mrs. Reilly.' Legally dropping the name she shares with her father and brother was not something she ever thought she would do—she's a feminist to the core and comes from a prominent family—but she just wants to be as connected to him as she can. It's a new beginning. She loves this man to such a degree that it occasionally leaves her breathless, and she is so grateful that he loves her back just as much.

He is wonderful to her. He puts up with her craziness and maintains a good sense of humor about all of it; she can always count on him to calm her nerves by putting things into perspective with a joke, some good-natured teasing, or a kind word. He comforts her when she is sad, supports her in everything she does, and does sweet, thoughtful things for her when she isn't expecting it. Most importantly, he loves her despite her flaws and past indiscretions. It is because of him that she is finally able to forgive herself for everything that occurred in New York and Seattle.

She loves him for being everything that he is: a selfless and caring man, a loving father who would do anything for his children, and accomplished and brilliant doctor with intense passion for helping people through his work. She admires him, and he makes her want to be better person. He adores Henry, and Henry adores him. They are going to be a family, and she feels so completely content and at peace because she just knows that this is the way things are supposed to be.

When she walks down the aisle, she can't stop smiling, and when he smiles at her, she gets butterflies. As they exchange their vows, she can hardly contain her joy, knowing that this man and this whole life are hers.

xx

For their honeymoon, they finally get to take that trip to Fiji. When they are first sitting next to each other on the plane, he leans over and teases her by saying, Oh, hello there, I'm glad you showed up this time. It makes her laugh, and she kisses him, letting him know that she is glad that she showed up, too.

Hours later, in their private villa that overlooks a tropical ocean sunset, he has her gasping as he takes his time slowly loving every inch of her with his hands and mouth until she can't take it anymore.

"God, Jake, please," she moans, taking hold of one of his hands with her eyes closed. "Please, sweetheart. I need you."

As amazing as he is like this, she just wants him now, and when he places one last lingering kiss to the apex of her thighs, she exhales. Her heart is beating like crazy, and she closes her eyes even more tightly in anticipation of the overwhelming sensations that will soon follow.

"Addison," he whispers breathlessly as he hovers over her. "Addison, look at me."

Desperate to feel him fully against and within her, she manages to comply just soon enough to see the love in his deep brown eyes as he cups her cheek.

"I love you," he murmurs, an adoring look on his face that speaks volumes.

"Love you too," she whispers back. "So much."

Upon her nod, he enters her gently, and when they begin to move together, it feels different somehow—more intimate than ever before even though they have done this countless times.

He is her husband now.

She is his wife.

And she has never been happier.

xx

Early one morning almost six weeks later, he is holding her hair back as she throws up in their bathroom before work. Flu season is in full-swing, and she is kicking herself for never taking the time to get a flu shot.

"Don't gloat," she warns Jake as she leans back against his chest once she is done. "I should have listened to you instead of putting off getting the damn flu shot, and now I'm paying for it."

He gives a short laugh and wraps his arms around her waist.

"Honey, I would never gloat when you're sick," he tells her before pressing a kiss to her temple. "But I think we may have brought a little souvenir back with us from Fiji."

She groans and moves out of his grasp to lie on the cold tile floor.

"We brought lots of souvenirs back," she grumbles, curling up on her side and using his thigh as a pillow. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Jake just smiles. "Hang on a second," he says, taking the childproof lock off the cabinet under the sink so that he can retrieve something inside. She sits up and watches as he reaches all the way to the back, fumbling around until he pulls out a small box and shows it to her. "What do you think?"

It's a pregnancy test—the last of the ones she bought back when she was still doing IVF. Though it's been more than a year now, she couldn't find it in herself to throw the thing away. She didn't expect to ever need to use it, but getting rid of it just seemed so final, like she was conceding a loss.

And now, she wonders. "Maybe."

A few minutes later, they are both sitting on the bathroom floor again, waiting to find out if they achieved through an act of love what medicine could not. She is in his lap now feeling anxious, sick, terrified, and very cautiously optimistic. She doesn't want to let herself get her hopes up too much, but she can't help but think of how well another baby would fit into their lives. She would love to parent two children with Jake. She would love to see him witness their child's birth, and she would love to see Henry become a big brother.

But she can't expect that it's going to happen—especially when the likelihood is so slim.

"Whatever it says, it'll be okay," Jake tells her softly, and something about the tenderness in his voice makes her start to cry.

"Do you want it to be positive?" She whimpers. "I mean, we haven't been trying, but we haven't exactly tried to prevent it either since we didn't think it was possible, and–"

"Addison, I would love for it to be positive, but if it's not, I'll be okay with that, too," he assures her before brushing away a couple of her tears. "You and our son already make me very happy."

He's been saying it for a while now, and they even made it official last month, but she still melts a little every time he refers to Henry as their son. She melts a little more now when she considers the possibility that within a year, he might be saying "our sons" or "our kids." She knows it's cheesy, but just one look at him, and she doesn't care. He is perfect for her.

"How much time is left? This is taking forever."

He looks at his watch. "About fifteen seconds. Do you want to look first and tell me, or do you want to look together?"

"You look," she answers. "I can't look."

She's too nervous, and when he reaches behind them to grab the test off the floor, she can practically hear her own heart beating. She watches as he examines the stick, and when he doesn't immediately tell her the result, she prompts him.

"Jake?"

He meets her eyes and grins. "Congratulations, sweetheart."

He is beaming with pride and excitement, and she is left momentarily breathless when he turns the stick so that she can see the two pink lines clearly present in the results window.

Her hand flies to her mouth to stifle a sob of pure elation; she can't believe it. After everything, she just can't believe it.

"I'm going to have a baby," she cries, certain that this is the hardest she has ever cried over something good. "Oh my god, Jake, we're gonna have a baby!"

"We are," he laughs with tears shining in his eyes as he sets the test down next to them.

They kiss softly, and then he wraps her in a tight hug, murmuring how much he loves her and how overjoyed he is to be having a baby with her. When they pull apart, he keeps one arm around her and uses his other hand to cover her still-flat stomach. She settles her hand over his and silently thanks whatever god might exist for this second chance at life.

She ends up crying until she makes herself sick again, but Jake is there for her through all of it, and she has never before been so glad to be throwing up.

Later that morning when they discover two tiny beating hearts during the ultrasound, she nearly has to pinch herself to make sure she isn't dreaming. Much to her relief, though, she isn't. It's happening. It's all finally happening—after all the heartache and without any injections, catheters, or petri dishes. They did this together, just her and her husband.

Sometimes, love is enough.

xx

A/N: So I started writing this before the finale, hoping that Shonda would give Addison and Jake a baby of their own, but, of course, she sucks, and gave the Bennetts a baby out of nowhere. What the hell. Anyway, I've been trying to add to this for two months (same goes for my story Corresponding Shapes, on which I am so stuck), but this one just seemed to come to a natural conclusion here. Thanks for reading :) Hopefully this helps some of you fellow Jaddison shippers who were really disappointed with Shonda's rushed/uneventful ending for them.