-1Bailey thinks that I am foolish, obnoxious, and maybe a little loose. She is hard and honest, the things she said cut like a razor, so when she said I would be a good mother I could believe her. That made me feel good.

Callie, she did not make me feel so good. She was cunning and cruel. As a desperate woman, she used what she had. I get that. But using Hannah was going to far. I wondered if I should tell George about the showdown. It would be all over the hospital before my appointment ended.

When I reached the lobby, I found George looking fresher and younger than he had in weeks. He was clutching a teddy bear and a bouquet of daisies. He deserved the chance to be happy before he found out. There was no reason to ruin our first appointment. I pulled the rolled up t-shirt out of my lab coat pocket.

George beamed at me when he saw me and swooped in for a kiss.

"These are for you Mommy. Mr. Bear here is for the little one."

"Spoiling already, Daddy?"

"Only the people I love."

I smirked.

"At least we are on the same page 'Super Dad'."

I handed him the rolled up shirt so he could see the logo.

"Super Dad, huh?"

"Yep. Just like your Dad."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

I grabbed his hand as we made our way across the hall to Dr. Rogers office.

About five minutes in, it was obvious the whole office knew about our affair…you know, besides the fact we came into the office together. I started to get nervous, but George just looked at me with all of his pride and love, and it was gone. He truly is a remarkable man.

I impatiently went through all the routine things. I know histories are important, but they are so damn tedious. The weigh in was a little painful, but I was all good. To top it off, George had brought his damn camera to document EVERYTHING. He really does kill me sometimes.

We had finally arrived to the golden moment though. Dr. Rogers pressed the Doppler to my stomach and the room filled with a serenade of fluid and thumping noises. Our sweet baby in surround sound. I cried a little as he rubbed jelly against my stomach and began the sonogram.

Sometimes it's really great to be a doctor. Like when you can look a pulsating, pea-sized blob in your uterus and actually make out the flutter of the heart and the outline of the baby's tiny skull. We were glued to the imaged, just mesmerized imagining the tiny baby in our arms.

Dr. Rogers finally spoke.

"Dr. Stevens, O'Malley, given the, um, situation, I think we should discuss stress and the repercussions it can have on your health as well as the baby's."

I reached out and gently traced the monitor.

"There is no stress. Not anymore."

"I heard about your encounter with Dr. Torres and…"

"Dr. Torres has a right to be angry, but we have a right to be happy. Nothing is stopping either one in our ventures."

"Dr. Stevens."

"Excuse me, Jim. You were just in my vagina. I think we can work with first names now."

George piped up.

"Stop deflecting, Iz. What is he talking about?"

"She yelled, I took it. She had every right, George. She can make my job suck, but she can't fire me. She can't take the good out of this for us. We're okay, remember?"

Not much else was left to be said. I could tell they were both a little perturbed, but I couldn't help it. I dressed and he walked me to my car.

"You know that Callie can't treat you like this."

"She kind of can and will, but we're good. Maybe in ten years it could become excessive, but right here and now, we deserve this."

"You should probably know that I filed today. Before the appointment."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. It was time to put it in black and white that my priorities are straight. I don't want any confusion."

"I've never been confused."

"Well then, it's time to show the world.".

No words could properly express that moment. I could only hold him and kiss him, tell him one more time that I love him and let him get to his shift.

I was ready to go home, make amends with Mer, catch a movie and sleep.

Something smelled so heavenly when I came in that I could barely handle it.

"Mer? Meredith? Are you home? "

The shock of my night came right then. Mrs. O'Malley came out of the kitchen with a food laden tray.

"Oh, Izzie honey! You look like you are doing better! Meredith is in the shower, but she said to make myself right at home."

"Huh?"

"Oh, well George called and said you had been under the weather. Hardly cooking or eating, sick all day long. I just had to come past with some of my soup, but it looks like I am too late! You look just fine! So what's new with you? Give me the scoop! And tell me, do you know why George's things are here again?"

Oh crap.