Meanwhile, Addison is being driven over the edge by her attempts to suck the snot out of the baby's nose. Because that is what happens to successful, competent surgeons: TAKEN DOWN BY A BABY. She calls Cooper and makes him do it, because he is the professional. He is kind of stunned that she is so incompetent, but not stunned that Addison is taking it all personally and is convinced that the baby HATES her. It is Addison after all. Meanwhile, the OTHER evil babies are doing just fine inside their comatose incubator. Thriving, even. Not so much for Sam's relationship. Dr. what's her face (look, I can't be bothered to learn the name of every passing shenanigan on this show) is peeved that she is trying to SAVE THE BABIES, but Sam wants to save the surrogate. Obviously this is worth storming out over. So she does. Sam goes home for a little R & R and wanders onto his deck, only to remember that he lives next door to Addison and has to watch her in flannel pants and a hoodie with no make up cuddling with Pete's baby. Sam, that feeling you have? That's RELIEF. Like, THANK GOD you don't have to wake up to THAT every day, right? Addison wants to talk about men and motherhood and Pete and Sam points out that the subject is more than a little awkward for him and would really enjoy being left out of that particular loop. Addison looks confused. Also, bad. Like, are real pants so hard to manage? Sheesh.