So I find myself here, post outburst, walking myself towards nowhere in particular. Besides the house, there is really nowhere to go except Joe's or the Hospital. I have no other friends. No other places to go. Not so hot for someone trying to make her great escape.

When I met my stopping point, where I could only go left for Seattle Grace or right, to Joe's, I opted for the bar.

Now don't be alarmed. I wasn't going in for a drink-because I think we all now know what a bad idea that is for me-but for a friendly face.

Joe is my friend. My friend with children. He has two tiny bundles of baby, and he couldn't be happier. Maybe he could find it in his heart to be happy for me.

I ran around to the back knowing that the front would be locked. I slipped past the beer vendors, and quietly made my way to the bar. He didn't even notice me until I was slumped on the counter.

"Hit me, Joe."

"Isn't it a little early, Iz?"

"Not for a lemonade."

"With a twist?"

"Very much without the twist."

"That's a girl. So you wanna tell me what brings you to the bar so early? Or do I get to guess?"

"Oh, trust me, you would never guess."

He passed her the glass. "Fight with George?"

"Not so much."

"Are the girls still picking on you? I know it sucks, but it's your price for love. Isn't it well worth it?"

"Oh they are picking away, but he makes it all okay."

"So what could be troubling my bubbly Izzie?"

"I have a big, big secret. Few know, but they aren't talking it well."

"You want to tell me?"

I looked up. Joe had halted his activity and was now leaning close to me. I took one giant breath, and I let it loose.

"Well, it just so happens that on that same, fateful night that brought us together...we made something together. We made a baby. I am having a baby. George and I are going to be parents and no one will be happy for us. I don't know what to do."

He looked off thoughtfully for a moment.

"Are you happy Izzie? Is George?"

"Yeah...I mean, I'm having a baby! Why would I be sad? George called me Mommy, Joe. He called me Mommy and told the baby 'Good Morning'! The timing is so off, but it feels so right."

Gripping my hands he replied, "Then you have nothing to be worried or sad about. You're right, the timing is bad, but babies are blessings. With everything that has gone down, you can't expect them to be sending you Diaper Genies and blankets. But, if it helps at all, I am happy for you. Walter will be happy for you. Even better, we can offer lots of help, y'know!"

I smiled for what felt like the first time in ages.

"It means everything, Joe. Thank You."

"So when can I expect to meet Baby Bumpkin?"

"I'm about eight weeks. A rough estimate says I should be having a Christmas baby."

He laughed aloud.

"Well, if that doesn't lend itself to one hell of a shower, I don't know what does!"

We went on like that,laughing, and sharing stories about babies and surgeries until George showed up an hour later.

He rushed up to me, hugging me close, almost as if checking that I was real and solid.

"Don't ever do that again."

I stood aback.

"What?"

"You don't get to do that. You don't get to be cold. You aren't the only one hurting,"

Joe slipped silently to his office to let us have it out.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to."

I stared at him the longest time. I wondered idly if this was the end, even though I knew it wasn't. For once I had nothing. No anger, no comback, nothing. I waited until he spoke again.

"You said we would be okay."

"We are George..."

He cut me off quick.

"Now is my time to talk, Izzie. You said we would be okay. Even if it was just me, you, and the baby. What made that change? The talk hurts, but it is talk. It is not us. We have to be okay. You and this baby are all have left. I am a repeater who is divorcing the Chief Resident. I am that guy. The cheater who leaves his wife for the blond, stacked model. And that's okay, Izzie. Because I love you. But you have to be in this with me."

I was flabbergasted. His whole heart was there flopping on the floor for me to catch.

"I love you too, George."

"Are we okay?"

"We're okay."

For the longest time I clung to him and cried selfishly once again. I told him as much, but he was quick to correct me. He said he was the selfish one. Clinging to me tightly to fight off the ruins of his life.

For once, maybe I am not selfish at all.

At least not in his eyes.

And really isn't that all that matters?

I heard a tiny gurgle and coo. I looked up from his shoulder and there stood Joe, Walter, and the babies.

"I thought you could use a pick me up! Since you can'y have a beer..."

I reached greedily for one of the wriggling forms. I held her close to my heart and kissed her tiny little hands.

I think we will be okay after all.