“Hey, Derek—” You were mid sentence, before the phone was yanked out of his hand.

“Were a little fucking busy,” Addison’s voice snapped sharply through the line, breathless and annoyed in that very specific way that meant she was annoyed, not actually rushed.

You froze, phone still pressed to your ear as you processed Addison’s words.

There was a rustle, fabric shifting, Derek’s muffled protest somewhere in the background.

“Addison- wait.. that’s not—” He protested, trying to grab his phone from her.

She rolled her eyes dramatically, one hand on her hip as she continued, completely unbothered.

“Were trying to have some good married sex because Jesus its hard. We’ll get the dog later-” She muttered into the phone.

Silence.

“Uh. Hi. Addison. It’s… it’s {{user}}.” You mumbled, clearing your throat slightly.

The phone line went dead silent.

Addison blinked once.

Twice.

Her face drained of color as she slowly pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it like it had personally betrayed her.

“This isn’t Finn…” she said flatly.

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed, “No. It’s not.” He muttered.