Chapter 39

Kelly's POV

The place was dull, not someplace I would normally frequent but it would do. I plop down on the bar stool and wait for the bartender to take my drink order, out of the corner of my eye, I see a man staring at me. "What are you looking at?"

The corners of his mouth turn up; he's attractive in a boy next door kind of way. "Can I buy you a drink?" Poor guy doesn't know what he's gonna get with that drink.

I slide over to the stool next to him and smile at him seductively. "I would love that, thank you."

Carrying a couple of cases of beer, the bartender comes out of the back. He places them on a crate and turns toward the bar, his hands resting on his hips. "Danny, I told you I don't serve minors here. Go home before I call your mother."

Scowling, Danny hops off the stool. "You're such an asshole!" He stomps out like a little kid.

"Sorry about that, he's in here once a week. He and his mother live in the apartment building across the street. I hope he wasn't bothering you." This man was clueless to the fact I was trying to let the kid pick me up.

"No he wasn't bothering me; in fact you just ruined my life! So thanks!" I snapped. He looked shocked at first, I'm sure I must've sounded completely insane.

He moved to the bar and took out a glass. "Let me make it up to you, what do you want to drink? It's on the house." He offers me a half smile as he throws some ice cubes in the glass.

"It doesn't matter." I cradle my head in my hands, what the hell am I gonna do? I could fake a miscarriage but Alex was a doctor, he would know I was full of shit. I'm starting to think this was a stupid idea. "My life is over!"

"It can't be that bad, do you want to talk about it?" He grabs a bottle from underneath the bar and fills my glass halfway. A couple of splashes of juice complete the drink and he slides it over to me.

"Why the hell would I tell you anything?" I ask. This isn't something you just blab to a complete stranger. "Just because you're a bartender…" I sip the tart drink. "….and not a very good one, doesn't mean I am going to spill my problems to you. I don't think you could handle it if I did."

"Try me; I might even be able to help." I doubt he will want to help, what kind of guy would willingly want to help out a woman who wanted to trap her ex-boyfriend by getting pregnant with someone else's baby?

"I need to get pregnant, right away." I expect him to look horrified. He smiles and lets me continue; maybe he's a better bartender than I gave him credit for. "My ex-boyfriend thinks I'm pregnant with his baby."

"You're not?" He watches me take a big gulp from the extra strong drink he made for me, hoping my answer is no.

"Nope, I'm not pregnant…not yet anyway. He's back with his ex-girlfriend, the one he never got over and I want him back." I shrug my shoulders.

"So you told him you were pregnant? I down the rest of my drink before answering him.

"I didn't tell him anything; he assumed…it's a long story." I motioned for another drink, they didn't taste very good but I didn't care.

"So isn't he going to know when you don't start to show?" He works on putting together another drink for me as I explain my plan to him.

"That's why I need to get pregnant as soon as possible, I told him I wasn't very far along. That way he will just think I'm a little over due, it happens all the time. My best friend didn't give birth until she was a month and a full week over her due date." Sliding the new drink to me he leans forward, intrigued by my story.

"Is this guy stupid enough to fall for it?" I scowl as the bartender points out the biggest problem in my plan.

"That's the hardest part; he's a surgeon so I've got to be careful about what I let him know. I'm keeping him at a distance when it comes to the baby, he just thinks it's because of his girlfriend and our situation." The second drink goes down better than the first. Not because he has improved greatly with his bartending skills after one drink but because the strength of the alcohol in the first one has started to numb my senses a little. "So you see, you have scared off my only chance at getting fucked tonight, therefore you have ruined my life." I hold up my drink. "Cheers!"

He looks around the empty bar-room and sighs. "I'm sorry but do you really want to do this, kids are a big commitment."

"Do you have any kids?" I ask him, not really caring what the answer is. If he does he will more than likely try to talk me out of my crazy idea.

"I have a little girl, she's almost eight." His voice changes, sadness showing through as he talks about his daughter. It's been a while since he'd seen her. Her mother left him for another man along time ago, the worst part was knowing that it was all for nothing, they weren't even together anymore. His eyes drift down towards the bar.

"I'm sorry." Shifting the conversation back to my problem, I sigh. "I've got to do this…he's so in love with her, he says she's the only woman he's ever really loved. I invested five years of my life with him in hopes that one day I would become Mrs. Alex Karev and I'm not going to let her just take that away."

He lifts his eyes, shifting them to the girl behind me cleaning off tables. "Misty, I'm taking a break. Watch the bar for me." Misty nods her head as she snaps her gum. He holds out his hand for me to take as he walks around the bar. "Come on."

"Where?" I'm not sure if he is going to walk me to the door and throw me out or what.

"It's okay…come on." I take his hand, still unsure about what is going to happen. He leads me through a door at the side of the building into a quiet alley.

As he steps closer to me I begin to worry, not that I'm scared of him. He seems very nice and he's not ugly either. There is no going back if I do this and as much as I want it, I worry about what will happen if Alex still won't take me back. I'll be stuck with a kid for the rest of my life. "Are you really going to help me? I mean why would you want to?"

His breath tickles my ear as he whispers against it. "I know what it's like to love someone who wants to be with somebody else. I'm going to help you, that is if you want my help?"

My eyes shutter closed, his mouth sucks my earlobe lightly. "Yes." He reaches between us, running his rough hands up my thigh. My panties slip down my legs and he lifts me off the ground, pressing my back against the hard brick of the building. The echoing sound of his zipper is almost drowned out by the panting of our breath.

He enters me slowly and soon quickens the pace. It only takes a few minutes for him to finish and I'd be disappointed if I was in it for the sex and not the sperm. "Are you okay?"

It really is very sweet that he is concerned. "I'm fine. Thank you for doing this, I hope it works." He pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, zipping it up carefully watching as I pull my panties back on.

He pulls a pen and a piece of paper out of his back pocket and scribbles on it, ripping a small piece off the bottom. "Here's my number just in case you need to do it again."

I watch his retreating form wander back to the side door of the bar. "Wait, I don't even know your name."

He turns around and smiles at me. "My name is Jeff, Jeff Pope."