Alex's POV

I'm not sure what was louder, the drumming of my fingers against the solid wood of the table or the beating of my heart. It was 2am. I had been sitting alone for hours, not a soul home. When I arrived, Lexie was just leaving for her shift at the hospital. It must have been the look on my face. She didn't ask what happened. I was glad she didn't.

"Alex? What are you doing here this late?" I heard her surprised voice as she pushed open the door to the kitchen. She snapped on the light, I flinched as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of it.

"I'm here to see you." I pause. "Where have you been?" Trying her best to avoid the question, she moved past the table and went straight for the fridge. Opening the door, she reached for a cold water. "Kelly, where have you been?" I try again.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a drive." She twisted the plastic cap, opened the bottle and took a sip. "I wasn't expecting you. Are…is everything okay Alex?"

"No, not really." She sat next to me, I had to fight the urge to jump up and start yelling at her.

She placed her hand on mine. "It's Izzie isn't it?" I'm not sure how to respond without blowing up, so I don't say anything. "I'm sorry Alex, but she was bound to go back to him. I know it's probably too soon right now, but when you're ready….I'm here for you." She pulled my hand softly, placing it on her abdomen. "We're here for you."

"I know." I slowly rubbed circles on her stomach. My jaw tightens as I stare at where our baby was supposed to be. "I've been thinking. I want you to let me take care of you, you and the baby." I couldn't look at her, knowing Izzie should be the one I was making that promise too. Not her.

Eye's widened; she leaned forward and kissed me quickly. "Oh Alex, I've been waiting so long." Another kiss, this one lingered a bit longer. "I want you so much." She whispered against my ear before sucking softly on the skin just below it.

I push gently against her shoulders until our eyes meet. "I've asked one of the top Neonatal specialists to take over your case, as a personal favor to me. I want nothing but the best care for my baby." I search her eyes for any sign of guilt, there is none. Just panic. "We've got an appointment with her in the morning."

Gritting my teeth, I braced myself for the excuses that would soon tumble out. "I don't want to see a new doctor Alex, I'm healthy. There is no need for a specialist." Very soon, there will be no more excuses left and no more lies.

"I'm not saying there is anything wrong, I just want to make sure you are both taken care of. Let's just meet with her, let her make sure everything is okay. If it is, we can continue with your current physician if that's what you want to do." How could she say no to that, it's what she's been after all along. My involvement in the life of a lie she created.

"No, I….I can't." Her eyes drop to the floor, studying the outdated patterns of the linoleum.

"Why can't you Kelly?" I sit back and listen as she tearfully admits the truth; she was never pregnant with my baby. "I saw you, with Jeff Pope tonight."

"Who?" Her cries subside, turning into soft sniffles as she wipes at her eyes. "Am I supposed to know who that is?"

"Jeff Pope, he's the man you've been fucking to get pregnant. The man who blames me for his wife leaving him." It took only a second for realization to dawn upon her, she understood now that the married woman I'd slept with so many years ago, was Jeff's ex-wife.

"I didn't know, I…I'm sorry." It's the first thing she's said that I do believe; the look on her face was genuine. "Look I know I've done a lot of horrible things, but we can still make things work now that Izzie's out of the picture."

"Izzie's not out of the picture." I place my left hand on the table, the glint of gold catching her eye. "Izzie's my wife. I want you out of my life Kelly." I stood; ready to bolt out the door and into the cold night air.

"No, Alex…please don't do this. Please?" She pleaded as I turned from her tear stained face.

"It's over Kelly. Tomorrow morning you will pack your stuff and catch the first plane back to Iowa." Without giving her the chance to argue, I walked out the back door. I didn't care if she was hurt, she could cry all night. I was on my way home….home to my wife.