-1Kelly's POV

I can't believe he just walked away like that, to chase her into the ladies room of a bar. The bitch stole my idea, not that I can call her out on it. I'm sure they are in there right now fighting…thanks to me. "He'll never love you."

Oh, it's the bitchy one. "Excuse me?"

"He's in love with her, not you and that's not going to change no matter what pathetic attempt you make. It's just not gonna happen." Her voice was even toned, no emotion. She wasn't threatening or cruel, she was simply informing me.

"Cristina….I'm not trying to change anything." I move closer to her. "You're a smart woman, clearly you can see that Alex is going to get hurt when Izzie finds out she's carrying another man's baby." Her eyes carefully inspect the label of the bottle in her hand as she picks at the paper. I cover her hand with mine to stop her movements, her eyes lift and soften a bit as she sees the expression of worry on my face. "I love him and I will be here to pick up the pieces when she goes back to Mark, and she will go back to him. You know it and I know it. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that Izzie is the type of woman who craves that perfect little family."

"Stop touching me." Her eyes scrunch in disgust, letting me know I should take my hand off her as soon as possible. I pull away quickly, with the feeling that she is the last person I want to mess with.

"Maybe someone should go check on them, make sure everything is okay." The little redhead suggests. "George?" She nods her head in the direction of the ladies room.

"Me…why me? I'm not going in the woman's restroom, not a chance." He shakes his head, protesting adamantly. I suppose I could go check on them….out of concern for Alex of course. I hold back a smile as I take a step in the direction they are all watching intensely. The door opens and they walk out holding hands, smiling at each other sweetly. My jaw clenches tightly, seeing them like this makes me want to spew forth a reign of terror in the form of obscenities that would make a sailor blush.

"Is everything okay Iz?" Meredith asks her.

"Everything's fine. I really just need some rest. Thank you for worrying." Ugh she's so…so irritating! Everything's fine, who does she think she's kidding? Everything's not fine, how can it be? She's knocked up and has no clue which one did it to her, Alex or Mark.

"Yes, you should go home and get some sleep, you really look awful." At once they all turn to look at me. "I know how you feel, I'm constantly tired. Not to mention the morning sickness…this little girl is just sucking the energy right out of me. It's worth it though, just knowing without certainty that I'm carrying Alex's baby….Oh sorry I didn't mean to…."

"It's okay…I know exactly what you meant." Her eyes narrow as she looks at me.

"Can I talk to you?" Alex doesn't wait for my answer, he leads me by the arm away from the group. "I'm telling you right now, you need to stop doing that."

"Doing what? I'm not sure I know what you mean?" He frowns and tilts his head to the side as if to ask me if I'm serious. "Okay so you're right, I'm doing it on purpose…but I'm doing it for you! Alex you're gonna get hurt, she's pregnant and it may not be yours. Have you asked yourself what's going to happen if it's not?"

"Nothings gonna happen, we're gonna work everything out." It's sad, he really does believe that.

"I'm sorry I've probably gone about it all wrong Alex but you have to know that I'm only trying to protect you because I care…I still love…" I am about to tell him I still love him when he cuts me off.

"Kelly." He warns. "I'm in love with Izzie, always have been. I'm sorry."

"Wow…I get it. I think maybe it's best if I moved back home, you have a life here and we don't want to get in the way of your happiness. I'll call you….when the baby is born, if you want." A single salty tear rolls down my cheek and I avert my eyes from his. In this light they are perhaps the sexiest I've ever seen and I would love to just grab him by the collar of his shirt and throw him down on the floor, ignoring the sticky film that covers it from spilled drinks and god knows what else. I would give him the ride of his life on this dirty bar floor, one that he would be fantasizing about every time he climbed between her legs. "I can try to be on a plane tonight, maybe tomorrow. My sister will let me stay with her for a while."

"Look don't leave, not until we have a chance to talk about this. I've got a pretty hectic schedule for the next few days but I'll call you tomorrow." He backs away slowly.

"Okay." I knew he wouldn't let me leave, he does still love me too….even if he hasn't realized it yet.