After Meredith gets out of the shower she finds the baby peacefully sleeping in Izzy's arms. The doorbell rings. Izzy hands the baby to Meredith and races to answer it.

"Coming," she yells from halfway down the stairs. She opens the door to find George standing in front of her.

"George what are you doing here?"

"Can I talk to Meredith?"

"No she's sleeping."

"What about the baby?"

"He's asleep too."

"But..."

"George please leave."

"Fine but will you give Meredith this?" George asks as he hands Izzy an envelope.

"Yes, now just leave," she agrees.

George stares at the ground as he walks away. Izzy calmly walks upstairs and hands Meredith the envelope.

"What's this?" Meredith asks as she lays the baby in the basinet next to her bed.

"I don't know. George told me to give it to you."

"Oh."

Izzy leaves Meredith's room to go to her own. Meredith plops down in her bed, and opens the letter. She turns on the lamp as she prepares to read the note that is neatly folded in half. She slowly reads the George's atrocious, nearly non-legible hand writing.

Meredith,

Why didn't you tell me about the baby? Don't you think I deserve to know? What's your problem? How can you not even tell me about my own baby? That's pretty lame. You're always thinking about what's best for you. Did you ever think that telling me might be the best thing for our baby? Don't you think I deserve to be part of this kid's life? Apparently not. I hope you don't change your mind because I'm out. I'm leaving. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care as long as it's away from you.

This lousy accusatory letter wasn't even signed. George was even more of a jerk than Meredith had ever realized. Meredith throws the letter off one side of the bed, and then peers into the bassinet on the other side, near her. She just stares at the sleeping infant. The infant that somehow got roped into being her son. As she looks at him all she can feel is love, even though things surrounding his existence aren't great. She just wants him to be happy. She pulls the covers that he's kicked off back over him, and then walks down the hall to Izzy's room. She gently knocks on the slightly open door.

"Come in."

Meredith finds Izzy in her pajamas reading a magazine. She sits down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"Izzy why didn't I tell George to begin with?"

"Well you told me that you didn't think that he should have to. Especially since it was your mistake. I don't know if that's the truth, but that's what you told me."

"I know. It just seems like this is all a joke. I mean why would any greater being, or whatever it is out there give me a baby. Why would they want to subject anyone to this mess I call my life. I don't know how to be a parent and...." before she can finish her thought she hears a cry. She walks down the hall to her room. She scoops the baby, and his blanket up. When she gets back to Izzy's room to sit down she has a blanket draped over herself, and the baby. As she feeds him, she continues to talk.

"I mean I have no clue what I'm doing. I don't know how to take care of anyone but myself. I can barely do that,"

"Meredith you're doing better than you think you are. Everything happens for a reason. There's always a lesson to be learned. Besides being a parent isn't easy. It's not supposed to be. You'll question whether every decision you make for him is the right one. You'll probably screw up at some point too, but you're going to make mistakes. That's just how it is. And sometimes when you think you're making the biggest mistake of your life, you're really not."

"How on earth do you have so much insight to all of this crap?"

"You don't want to know."

"Yes I do. I want to know how you know so much about babies, and parenthood."

"It's a long story. For another time."

"Izzy please tell me now."

"It's a long story."

"Does it look like I'm going to be any time soon?"

"'When I was sixteen I had a baby, a little girl."

"And?"

"And I gave her up for adoption. At the time I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing. But I didn't want to work 80 hours as a waitress every week just so I could feed her. I wanted more for her, and more for me. I couldn't come home every night and know that I'd missed another moment in her life. That I was the only parent she had, and that I was never around. I wanted her to have two parents who loved her, and could provide for her. When I had her, and I held her in my arms I kept thinking that I couldn't give her up. Give her to people I'd never even met. But when I did meet them I knew that I had done the right thing. That she'd have everything she ever desired, and she'd be happy and that's all I wanted."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"It wasn't important. Any way on a different subject did you read George's note?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"He's leaving."

"Oh, I'm sorry,"

"I just wish that I could fix everything. I mean I want Kaden to have a dad, but it obviously isn't going to be George,"

"Meredith I don't think you should get into the pursuit of finding Kaden a dad. It will just lead to more problems in you life. If that guy is out there somewhere you'll find him. But you need to wait until he comes to you,"

"Why?"

"Because Meredith if you keep on at this rate you won't just have one child to find a father for. Besides I think you're perfectly capable of being everything Kaden needs,"

"I can't teach him all those boy things he needs to know,"

"Like what?"

"How to pee standing up,"

"Burke can teach him,"

"But I can't teach him to throw a ball, unless he wants to throw like a girl his whole life,"

"Christina can teach him,"

"Why would Christina teach him?"

"Are you kidding? She could beat all of the guys we know,"

"If you say so,"