This is the last part - really an epilogue - so don't read it until you've read the other three, please!

Remember when we went to the one place?

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PART III (Epilogue)

A gentle rain falls outside, pattering the windows in soothingly rhythmic drizzle.

Pale morning light filters inside between the raindrops.

"Remember when we went to the one place?"

Addison's voice is soft with musing. Derek leans his head out of the bathroom to see her, tube of toothpaste in his hand.

Addison is standing outside the open door, head tilted slightly. Her eyes are sparkling with reminiscence, lit up by the deep blue of her shirt.

He lines toothpaste carefully on the yellow toothbrush as he speaks: "The place with the bed?"

"No, not the bed ... " She shakes her head. "That was the other place."

A small hand reaches for the toothbrush he's holding.

"I do it," the little boy attached to the hand insists.

"Hang on, Teddy Bear, let Daddy go first and then you can have a turn." Derek ruffles the toddler's chestnut curls, poised to clean his mouthful of new sharp teeth.

He looks up at Addison, who's holding their swaddled daughter in her arms to feed her, stroking her cheek as she suckles.

"The place with the spa," Derek says, a smile spreading on his face as memory overtakes him, still gently brushing their son's teeth.

"The spa," she smiles. "The private spa … and the robes …"

"My turn," Teddy interrupts around a mouthful of toothpaste; Derek finishes brushing and lets the little boy have a moment to move the toothbrush around, mainly just enjoying the foamy paste.

"And the terrace," Addison adds, smiling at her son, who giggles when a fleck of toothpaste hits the sink.

"The terrace with the waterfall," Derek says.

"That was a great terrace," Addison sighs.

"Spit," Teddy requests, and Derek helps him onto the little wooden stool that bears his name in colorful letters, watching him rinse his mouth. Then he looks up at Addison.

"A really great terrace," he adds.

"No one spit up on me there," Addison jokes, pausing to kiss the top of their daughter's bald little head as if she might be offended.

"We should go back there," Derek says abruptly, patting Teddy's face dry gently with a bright yellow towel, then lifting him into his arms.

"Yeah?" Addison smiles.

"Yeah. ... Yeah," he says again, "when Teddy's a little older. After all, it's where he - "

"Derek!"

He just grins at her scolding tone and leans in for a kiss, careful of their suckling infant daughter between them.

Addison laughs, and then Derek laughs, and then Teddy laughs too.

At six weeks old, Florence is a little too young to laugh, just nursing contentedly in her mother's arms ... but that's all right.

There will be plenty of time to tell the story again when she's older.

They have all the time in the world.

THE END.
God, I am such Addek trash. Blame simbagirl for the prompt and the deleted scenes for their perfection. Review and let me know you're part of the revolution! (or just that you enjoyed it, and you're a pacifist). Either way, I hope you'll let me know what you think!