Gosh sorry it took me so long to update! I got really sick and landed in the hospital for a few days and now I'm trying to catch up with my stories. This chapter is the introduction of the little girl. Enjoy!

This was unfamiliar territory, Jo decided. Clad in a hospital gown while sitting on the examination table anxiously awaiting the doctor was not something she was used to feeling. This was the other side; the side that the patents were normally on, the doctors who treated them.

It was a nice little office; the walls were cream colored and there were a couple posters hung up, one that protested abortion, saying it was not the answer and another that had a number for those who needed extra help.

Would my mother have needed that if she kept me?

With her anxiety through the roof, Jo picked at her nails. She didn't know why she was so nervous. There was nothing wrong with what she was doing, she reasoned. If her suspicions were correct then she would figure out how to deal with it and Alex would never need to know.

Arizona's comment about them making babies bothered her more than she wanted to admit. This was only to prove her point. If it was indeed true, she couldn't get pregnant, she would feel a sense of relief, that her being hesitant about children wasn't a problem anymore. She would feel less guilty. A knock on the door snapped her back to reality.

"Miss Karev?" a middle aged woman with light brown hair and kind eyes was at the door.

"Dr. Wilson," Jo said automatically. "I'm married but I still keep my maiden name for work," she explained.

"My apologies," the woman smiled and shook her hand. "I'm Dr. Moy," she sat on the rolling chair with crossed legs. "And what seems to be the problem today?"

Jo squirmed uncomfortably. "I, ah," she stammered. "I need to see if I can get pregnant," she blurted out, feeling a bit mortified.

Dr. Moy, to her credit, didn't react to Jo's odd behavior. Instead, she smiled warmly and said, "Well let's have a look then." She adjusted her glasses and, with a pen readily in her hand, asked, "What's your medical history like? Did your mother have fertility problems?"

Jo lowered her eyes. "I didn't know my parents. My mother dropped me off at a fire station when I was two weeks old. I was in foster care for a while but I don't really know anything."

Dr. Moy frowned sympathetically. "I'm sorry to hear that, dear. Have you been sick recently? Are you updated on all your shots?"

"No and yes."

"Do you have any long term conditions?"

"No."

"Are you currently taking any medications?"

"No."

Dr. Moy quickly jotted this down and flipped a page. "This might be uncomfortable for you but what is your sexual health like?"

Jo uncrossed and crossed her legs, relaxing slightly. These questions weren't so bad, not like she'd expected. "Great, actually. Very healthy."

"How often do you make love?"

With a slight blush on her cheeks, Jo answered, "Pretty often."

"Have you ever had a sexually transmitted disease?"

"Nope," she said immediately, making the doctor laugh.

"Fantastic," Dr. Moy chuckled with twinkling eyes. "So there's no problems? No endometriosis or pelvic inflammatory disease?"

"No, thankfully."

"Alright," the doctor nodded. "And how are your menstrual periods?"

Jo couldn't help but snort, causing the doctor to raise her eyebrows. "Irregular, verb irregular. Sometimes I'll have two in a month."

"Really?" Dr. Moy hummed.

"Yes, and they're very painful, way more than when I was a teenager," Jo informed her.

"How long are your cycles, typically?"

"Uhhhh, depends. Usually like ten to twelve days."

"When do they usually start?"

"Beginning and end."

"Have you ever had a baby before?" Dr. Moy changed the subject.

"No."

"Okay. How long have you and your partner been trying for one?"

At this, Jo found interest in the floor, avoiding Dr. Moy's eyes and the question entirely.

"Dr. Wilson?"

"Sorry," Jo took a deep breath. "We haven't exactly been trying. You see, I..I'm not sure if I want a baby, but my husband does. I'm not even sure if I can get pregnant. I needed to get it confirmed before Alex starts picking out names," she chuckled humorlessly.

Dr. Moy nodded seriously. "I understand. We'll skip that section for now. Tell me, what is your lifestyle like?"

"Busy," Jo sighed. "I'm a surgical resident trying to find a specialty and study for my upcoming boards."

"Do you smoke?"

"No."

"Do you drink?"

"Occasionally," Jo grinned. "When I'm not on call of course."

"Of course," Dr. Moy chuckled. "How's your diet?"

"I'm a doctor. I eat when I can and I sleep when I can," Jo brushed some of her hair behind her shoulders.

"Well, that's it for that," Dr. Moy stood up. "I'll need to exam you know, if you will please, lie on your back."

Jo obayed. Dr. Moy lifted up her gown, informing her, "I'll need to have a look."

"Okay," Jo replied, unsurely.

Dr. Moy was as professional as she seemed. Jo did notice that when she was feeling around where he uterus would be, a frown came onto her face. Jo wanted to ask what was wrong but decided to wait and find out. The examination was over before Jo knew it and while the doctor was washing her hands, she said, "I'll send a nurse in to get some blood samples. I'll also schedule you for an ultrasound."

"Why? Is something wrong?" worry crept up in Jo's voice.

"We don't know yet," Dr. Moy said cryptically. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing serious." She left the room, wishing her a good day and counting on her to return for her next visit. Jo leaned with her back against the wall, feeling uncertain.

After the blood samples were taken, Jo put her work clothes back on, wincing when her white coat made contact with her now bruised elbow. She cursed when she glanced at her watch and noticed she was nearly two hours late to her shift. Hopefully Alex wouldn't question her too much. With a smile, she waved to the nurses and hurried out of the office, hoping that no one she knew saw her.

"Hey," Jo said breathlessly when she got up onto the pediatric floor. Alex glanced over at her, his face went from relieved to angry.

"Where were you?" he fumed. "I was worried sick about you! Was this about what Arizona said?" he now looked concerned.

"No," Jo lied. She was in no mood to discuss any of this. "Who do we have next?" she asked, ignoring his glare. "Well?"

"You're two hours late," two could play at that game. Alex crossed his arms.

"I'm sorry," Jo held her hands defensively. "I was caught up with something."

"Were you studying?" he demanded to know. "Because you can't skip work to study, Jo."

"I wasn't," she snapped.

"Then what were you doing?"

Jo could feel the eyes of several nurses on her. She certainly wasn't going to air her dirty laundry for everyone to hear. "It's none of your business. Can we just work?"

Alex blocked her when she tried to get past him. "No, it is my business. I'm your superior."

Jo felt her temper rise. She hated it when he used the superior card on her. "Alex, just drop it."

"No, Jo," he sounded angry again. "You don't get to disappear and say it's none of my business. You're my wife. I'm not asking to know where you are constantly, but a little consideration would be nice."

The logical part of her told her she need to sympathize with him, after all, he dealt with Izzie leaving him suddenly. Of course he reacted this way. She should've apologized and agreed to tell him later, or, in the very least, placate him. But the other part of her, the rebellious side, told her she didn't have to tell him a thing.

"Or maybe you could trust me," she hissed, shoving passed him roughly.

"Jo," Alex followed her, wrapping his arms around her when she stopped.

"What?" she was still snippy but not as much.

"I'm sorry," he sounded sincere. "I shouldn't have overreacted. But you've got to understand, it isn't just you anymore. You can't just go off without telling anybody, especially at work. I was about to page Bailey for you."

Jo pressed her back against his chest. She hated to admit that he was right. But what she hated more was when he used his logic on her; that logic he got from being older. "You're right, I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Thank you." She couldn't see it, but he was smiling slightly. "You don't have to tell me what you were doing but please, please don't just run off again."

"Okay," Jo agreed.

"Dr. Karev," a nurse called from behind them.

"Yes?" Alex and Jo both turned around. The nurse looked terribly embarrassed for her mistake.

"I'm sorry. I meant Alex Karev."

"What did you need?" Alex stepped forward.

"The little girl in room 511 needs to be consulted," the nurse explained. "She came to the ER bleeding out and having a seizure."

"Is she stable?" Alex asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes, for now. I think her grandmother is in there with her," the nurse answered.

"Thank you," Alex motioned for Jo to follow him. They walked down to the end of the hallway where a happy looking little girl came into view.

"Hello!" she beamed. "I'm Abby. Abby Warren." Jo thought she was a cute little girl. She had long, somewhat dark blonde hair, big blue eyes, braces, and a wide smile that never left her face. If you hadn't known about her problems in the ER, she would've been looked at as relatively healthy.

"Hello abby, I'm Dr. Karev," Alex smiled tenderly at her. "And this is Dr. Wilson, she's going to be helping me."

"It's nice to meet you," Jo said to her.

Abby continued to grin. "It's nice to meet you too!"

"And you must be her grandmother," Alex noticed an older woman standing by Abby's bedside. He reached out to shake her hand.

The woman laughed a little. "Oh, dear heavens, no. I'm Margaret Spencer. I run Sunny's Orphanage a few blocks down."

"Oh, of course," Alex said with realization. Jo felt a simmer of shock in knowing that little Abby was an orphan. She apparently didn't composure herself quickly enough-Margaret caught it.

"It's a terrible thing," she said sadly. "I've been running the orphanage for years and it still breaks my heart everytime we have a new addition."

Jo had a pondering question she wasn't sure if she should ask or not. Feeling brave, she inquired, "How long has Abby been there?"

This time, Abby spoke up. "Since I was a baby. My parents died of cholera when they were in the Amazon. They were explorers," she said proudly.

"That's great," Alex took out his stethoscope and listened to her chest and heart. "Well your breathing is fine but your heart's a bit funky."

"She has a heart murmur," Margret chimed in. "Been there since birth."

"Check the chart," he told Jo. "Anything else we should know?"

Abby glanced at her caretaker. "They don't know."

Jo and Alex stopped what they were doing. "Know what?" they asked in unison. There was a moment's pause.

"Abby has Syndrome X," Margaret said finally.

Syndrome X is something I made up. There's a chemical imbalance with the same name but they are NOT related within this story. I also googled about the fertility stuff so I hope i got all that right.