Author's Note: First of all I am incredibly sorry about the delay in my updates in my story. I have been having a serious case of insomnia and dealing with a friend who has recently discovered he had cancer. Well aside from this mess, I have been feeling extreme guilt because of my lack of updates to all of you. I apologize. Truly I do. Anyway reread chapter 10! It was rewritten! If you have reread chapter 10 please enjoy this chapter.

The chair in the bathroom of the local Rite Aid store was currently the resting place of expecting mother Isobel Stevens. Izzy hugged her legs as she glanced at the pregnancy test. It read PREGNANT and was supposedly error proof. 99.9 accurate. Izzy deeply hoped that she was the .1 inaccuracy. Even the slightest possibility that the test was slightly wrong, that the NOT was unable to appear would comfort her. Izzy placed her hand on her stomach and could have sworn that she felt a faint heartbeat, the beating of her child. Izzy slowly unwrapped her arms around her legs and leaned back against the wall. There were only two solutions to this, abortion or carry on with the pregnancy. Either way, she was unsure to tell her friends and the father, the cause of this whole ordeal. No matter what, Izzy felt an extreme panic reach her stomach as she got up and walked out of the bathroom.

Izzy felt her pulse race as she ran to her car and drove. Drove out toward the harbor and didn't look back. As Izzy slowed the car at the harbor another feeling reached her body, guilt. Guilt of have 2 beers at a bar yesterday. Izzy shut her eyes and imagined her having Alex's child. It wasn't until then, Izzy decided to leave for home.

The clock read 5:45 am as George and Meredith prepared for their day of torture. Izzy seemed to be missing and out of sight. Meredith couldn't take the complete silence and finally decided to talk to George.

"George?"

"Yeah Mer?"

"Do you know where Izzy is?"

"Nope. Maybe off with Alex."

"Probably."

"Soooo…"

"So."

"About that last time…"

"Can we just forget it?" Meredith hoped he would just say yes.

There was an awkward silence and Meredith glanced at George. It was better to let his feelings out then to just hold them in.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I think that I am in love with you. I find Izzy attractive but have you ran into a man that hasn't? I think that sleeping together twice means that we have a connection. I care for you so much Mer. So I can't forget it."

"George, I love Derek. I was drunk and hurt when I slept with you. Yes, I know that it sounds so hurtful and deceptive but it's the truth and I can't just lead you on."

"But…"

"No George. Tell me, how do you love Izzy?"

The awkward silence returned as George thought long and hard.

"She's like fireworks. Beautiful, graceful and colorful. I have loved fireworks since I was a little kid, living in the countryside. It was just something that I love to watch all the time. I would walk a million miles just to be with her, hear her voice and talk to her."

Meredith smiled. "Now, how do you love me George?"

"Meredith, I love you like… roses. I love watching roses bloom and…"

"Right there George, you can't really tell me. Not because there are no words. Because there are no true and deep feelings. You are attracted to me and you care about me. But you don't love me like you love Izzy. That is why I want to forget it, because with Izzy, you will love her more than you can ever love me."

George paused and smiled. He gave her an uncomfortable nod, "So we can talk again?"

"Yep."

Izzy drove into the driveway of Meredith's house and unlocked the doors. All she had to do was come clean to George and Meredith. Simple task. Right? Izzy opened the door and walked into the house as the scent of coffee filled the cool air. She walked into the kitchen to see Meredith and George laughing and drinking coffee. As if her presence was chilling, Meredith sat up and George looked at her with his soft, caring eyes. Meredith was the first to ask.

"Izzy? Where have you been?"

Izzy was completely unsure if telling her friends was the best solution.

"Guys, I have something to tell you."

George smiled as he looked at her, "What?"

"You know how Alex and I slept together right?"

George stood up to get more coffee, "Bad visuals! No get out. Bad. Bad!"

Meredith and Izzy chuckled but Meredith seemed supportive of this, "Go on."

"I'm… pregnant!"

Meredith choked on her coffee and George spit out his.

After a moment of silence Meredith spoke, "This is a Cristina moment."

George nodded in agreement, "I don't believe it. Are you going to tell him? Alex I mean."

"Maybe."

George turned to Meredith, "I would have never guessed that Izzy would be having Alex's kids. I mean can you just picture them, some would be sweet like Izzy and the others would be complete assholes."

Izzy smacked George on the head. "HEY!"

"I told you George, messing with Izzy is never a good idea."

Izzy was definitely tired and didn't want to hear it, "Guys! Focus here. Just don't tell anyone and let me tell Alex on my own terms."

"Done."

Alex walked up the front porch of Meredith's house. He promised he would pick up Izzy. He rang the doorbell and saw Izzy talking to George and Meredith walked out. George and Meredith walked right by him with smirks pasted on their faces and looked at Izzy before hopping into Meredith's jeep and driving off.

Izzy looked sincerely at Alex, "Hey."
"Ready to go?"

Izzy nodded and they walked to the car hand in hand. Izzy and Alex got in and just as Alex was about the turn on the ignition, Izzy put her hand on his wrist to stop him.

"I have to tell you something."

Alex looked at her, "You can tell me anything."

"I'm… I can't do it."

"Sure you can."

"I'm… oh hell, I'll just say it, Alex. I'm pregnant."

Alrighty. Well here is the 11th chapter. The next one will be out soon. I promise.

--I'll keep you my dirty little secret.