Hey everyone! Sorry it has taken me a little while to update. I was kinda busy with Easter weekend and all. And just so everyone knows, I am going to be busy until May or June because it is nearing the end of the term for me and I have loads of work to do. I plan on still writing and updating as often as possible, but it may take a little longer than normal. So please bare with me. Now that that was said, I'd like to thank those who reviewed the last chapter: gizziefan118, Grey'sAnatomyBestTVshow, Mcalison, and mimimarie. Well anyway here is the next chapter so read and please review!!

Kat

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Chapter 20

Izzie was sitting in her room, staring blankly out of her window. The sun had been coming out, and then hiding behind the clouds all day long. And right now, the sun was shining and Izzie just wanted to sit there, and enjoy the warmth of it on her face. There were birds chirping beautifully, people mowing their lawns, and children running around. Izzie wished so badly that she could be out there with them. She didn't even think she had the strength to go down the stairs at the moment, let alone go outside.

She sighed heavily as the sun, yet again, hid behind the clouds. The weather now seemed to match her mood. Gloomy. She didn't want to feel that way, but she really couldn't help it. How else was she really supposed to be when she knew she was dying in roughly 2 months? How did one cope with the realization of that? For the first time, she envied those people who died in car accidents, or trains wrecks, or people who were blown up by bombs. She envied the ones who never saw it coming. Because honestly, she didn't want to know. She wished she never went to Dr. Montgomery. She wished she would have ignored it longer and then just died. Because every second that went by, it seemed like someone was tallying off her seconds till death and she just couldn't bare it anymore.

She heard the front door close and figured George was home, which meant that he would come in here, and take Izzie away from her happy spot. She may not have been happy sitting there, but it was the place she felt most at peace. She loved George, and she loved spending time with him, but he constantly gave her that look. The look that meant he wanted to ask her if she was okay, but knew it would upset her. The look that said 'You're dying and it's killing me inside!' The look that made Izzie wish she could have moved away and died with out him knowing.

Izzie heard his footsteps on the stairs, followed by the soft knock on the door.

"Izzie, you in there?" she heard his voice call.

Izzie sighed, glancing out the window once more. She was sad to leave the view, but knew she couldn't ignore George. She stood up and walked over to her bed and sat down before answering him.

"Yes, come in," she said quietly.

George turned the knob and walked in with a smile on his face and a hand behind his back.

"Hey," he said, concealing whatever he was holding behind his back.

"What do you have there?" Izzie asked, excited to see what it was.

George simply smiled and looked at her.

"I've been thinking," he said, shutting the door behind him "And you're all I can seem to think about," he said, taking a step towards her. "I miss you whenever I can't touch you. I miss you when I can't see your expressions. I miss hearing your voice and hearing your quirky laugh. Whenever you're not with me, I feel like there's something missing."

Izzie stared up at him, wondering where exactly he was going with this. She was about to question him, when he suddenly got down on one knee.

"Izzie Stevens," he said, finally showing what was behind his back. He opened the little black box and looked up into Izzie's eyes.

Izzie's voice caught in her throat as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. Her eyes widened as she looked down at George in disbelief.

"Will you do me the honor, of being my wife?" he asked as he stared intently into her beautiful eyes.

Izzie's eyes watered as she looked at the man in front of her. She loved this man more than she ever thought possible. She was caught off guard, but this was part of her dream. Her dream to marry George one day. She swallowed hard, and when she finally found her voice again she answered him.

"Yes," was all she could say, but by the look on his face, it was enough.

George's eyes lit up and he smiled the biggest, goofiest grin Izzie had ever seen. He took the ring out of the box and slowly slid it onto her finger.

Izzie held out her hand and admired the look of the ring on her finger. She smiled and looked at George with watery eyes.

"I love you…so much," she whispered.

George put his hands on both sides of her face and pulled her into the tenderest kiss she had ever experienced. His lips lingered on hers for a few moments before he slowly pulled away.

"I love you Isobel Stevens," he said, with his face still close to hers.

"I love you George O'Malley," she said back.

He smiled and kissed her once again.

She was looking at him, feeling happier than she had in a long time when her smile suddenly faded. George looked at her worriedly.

"What is it?" he asked, concerned.

"I," she paused as she looked down "George, I'm dying," she said as if she thought he didn't know it.

"I know," he said, lifting her chin up.

"I have maybe two months," she said, as if that changed everything.

"I know this Izzie," he said, knowing where she was going with all of this. "But I still want to marry you. There is nothing that I can think of that would be better. You being my wife would mean the world to me. You, Izzie, mean the world to me."

Izzie looked at him with tears in here eyes. She did love this man. She loved him with every fiber of her being, but still feared that marrying him would somehow make it harder for him when she died. On the other hand, if he loved her this much already, would there really be any difference if she married him or not?

She smiled and kissed him softly.

"Okay," she said quietly.

George smiled and hugged her and kissed her neck.

"But," Izzie said, looking at him "I want a small, peaceful wedding."

"Are you sure, because money's not a problem," he said, even though he knew he really didn't have a lot of money.

"Yes, its what I want. I mean, when I was a little girl, I use to dream of a huge fancy wedding, with lots of flowers, and loads of people, and an exquisite gown. But now, I would just like a little wedding, with people that are close to me."

George smiled and nodded.

"Then small and peaceful is what you'll get." George thought for a moment then looked at her. "What about here? Would you like the wedding to be here? I'm sure Meredith would be okay with it."

"That sounds great," Izzie said smiling. She sighed as she leaned into his arms. This was going to be great. She was engaged again. She had at one point thought this would never happen for her again. But it did, and it felt amazing. She was marrying the man she loved, and that's all there really was to it.