I hate that I have to start another story. This idea has been bothering me. So much that I can't write anything else. It's an itch I can't not scratch anymore. So I'm done. Here story. You win. I surrender. Please review. It will do my weary soul good to get lots of reviews. I need to speak with the Team, but I can't seem to find them. Any thoughts on that?

Disclaimer: I so own everything, and by everything I mean my Grey's DVD's. Seriously bought them myself. As for everything else the only character I own is that one you will find out about later on, but Shonda is welcome to share. I don't mind one bit. Heck take him and use all the credit for yourself. Really. It would make me happy. I don't own Boston or Seattle. Well maybe I do if the land belongs to the American people, but they do belong to the U.S. of A. I also don't own the rainforest. That apparently belongs to development groups.

I haven't had sex in five years. Not that that's really a big huge deal. A lot of people don't have sex for years, but most people don't choose to be celibate. I don't have sex with just anyone. I have to be involved. Don't get me wrong I love it just as much as the next person...maybe even more which is a bit disturbing, but that's a whole different story. So here's the interesting part. I have sex with people with whom I'm involved, but the last realationship I had was almost six years ago. I can see the wheels turning already. I haven't been in a relationship in 6 years. (More like 5 and 3/4) I had sex five years ago almost to the day. So know your wondering who did I have a one night stand with. Well no one. I had a one night stand that lasted through the next day and night and day after that. So technically almost a Weekend stand. Cut me a break I was leaving. I was slightly inebriated and he was my friend. They only friend that understood my secret pain and why I had to make a fresh start. Now here is the real shocker. Even more shocking than the whole no sex for five years by choice. I have a son. This son I have is exactly four years and three months old. Yes my weekend stand with my friend turned into nine months of pregnancy followed by diapers and baby things. I always wanted to tell my friend. He would want to know. It's one of those things we discussed when we weren't preoccupied that weekend. The problem you see is that he went to the rainforest or something of that nature. Now wouldn't you know it I'm going back to Seattle for Meredith's wedding to Derek Shepherd, and who so conveniently decides to show up there a mere two days before I leave Boston? Him. I'm beginning to think they were all lying to me when they said they didn't know how to reach him. So I have to figure out a way to tell him before my...our...son gives it away. It's not like he would just go up and say "Hey. Your my dad." He wouldn't have to say anything. Sure he has my smile and light skin, but that's pretty much it. He has beautiful dark hair and his father's smirk. But even those things can be attributed to another man. It's his eyes. They are piercing and beautiful. In two days...count them two. I have to change two people's life forever. Damn you stupid alcohol and ridiculous hormones. But you rainforest damn you straight to the seventh circle of hell.

So naturally I decided that today the day before I change the world, I would go to confession. Maybe God will forgive me. Although I'm sure by now he's tired of me asking.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned. I has been a week since my last confession."

"Isobel my child what could you have possibly done?"

"I damned the rainforest."

"Do you feel as if that will cause the rainforest to disappear?"

"No I just feel bad about it. That and I have to go to Seattle."

"I thought you were looking forward to it."

"I was until I found out he was going to be there." He was always a topic of confessional conversation.

"Oh. I see. Have you talked to your son about it?"

"He's barely four. He's so innocent. I didn't want to just spring this on him."

"I know you don't. You're his mother so you want to protect him, but he's his father. He deserves to know." I had no idea which he that the father was referring to.

"I guess what I really wanted was for you to pray for me father."

"You are always in my prayers, Isobel."

"Thank You."

Confession wasn't so bad. It was kind of calming and comforting knowing I could count on someone else to care about me. Sure I had my son, but...Wait you are probably wondering what his name is. The thing is I knew I couldn't give him his father's last name, and it would be too weird for them to have the same first name so I settled for the next best thing. Now those of you paying attention are going to catch this right away. Milo Isaac Stevens. Milo Stevens. M. S. I know what your thinking. Trust me I got a few looks, but he's the kind of kid that can pull it of. He's beautiful. That and I watched way to much Gilmore Girls while I was at the end of my pregnancy. The name meant something to me and with the restrictions I gave myself I was running out of options. Trust me on this one. It did take me three days to come up with it. Now here I am staring at his door with his name in script across it. I cautiously open it.

"Hey buddy."

"Mommy!"

"It's good to see you to." His little arms were firmly wrapped around my legs. He didn't even know how wrapped around his finger I was.

"Mommy look. I drew an airpane."

"I see that. Sweetie can I talk to you for a second." Ok no. He had to look trustingly into my eyes with his piercing gaze. This was going to be so hard. "You know how we are going to see Aunt Meredith and Uncle Derek in Seattle tomorrow?"

"Uh huh."

"Well remember how I told you your daddy was away in the rainforest helping people."

"Uh huh."

"Well he is going to be there. In Seattle."

"Weally?" His brilliant eyes lit up. This was so freaking hard.

"Remember how he doesn't know about how you were born, because he was in the rainforest and I had no way to tell him."

"Yes." Then he held up his finger to me. This was something of mine he had picked up. He walked to his bookshelf and took the light blue photo album that was full of his pictures and important things such as the DVD's of his first steps and words and even the documentary on the potty training debacle. I never missed an opportunity. This album was specifically for his father, and he knew that. He looked back into my eyes and handed me the album. That's how I knew that no matter how screwed up this became. In the end it would be ok. I have no idea how, but it will be.

Ok who's clever and figured out who the poppa is? I know I fooled maybe one person. Right? Reviews are my crack Don't deny me. Please.