Alex's POV

I slid under the cool sheets, moving until I could feel the warmth of her body. I want to wake her, to tell her Kelly is gone from our lives. It's just me, her and the baby now…and maybe Mark Sloan. I know I told Izzie that it wouldn't bother me if the baby belonged to him, but it does. That is my baby and my wife; I don't want to share them with him. Not the birth or the diaper changes, the feedings, first steps or bedtime stories. Not skinned knees, tiny whispers of I love you and most of all, I don't want to share that one important word. Daddy. I want all those things more than I've ever wanted anything, and I dread the thought of sharing them with him. I'll do it though, for her. "Alex? What time is it?"

Fatigue has overwhelmed her lately; my good news can wait until morning. "It's late, go back to sleep." I go in for a quick kiss, only to have her deepen it immediately. "Iz." I pull back after a few minutes; I need to tell her now. In a few minutes, when she is all over me, I'll have forgotten what I wanted to say. "I've got to tell you what happened tonight." It's hard to concentrate with her hand snaking down into my boxers. "Kelly's gone Iz, for good." Her hand stilled and slowly she removed it.

"What do you mean, gone for good?" Izzie whispers, intently listening for my explanation.

"She's going back to Iowa." I smile, relief finally settling in. On my drive home, I was too busy going over everything in my head to really let it sink in. I could have spent the rest of my life raising a baby, conceived out of lies and a desperate need to trap a man. If that phantom baby had been mine, I would have. Somehow, it's so different from my situation with Izzie and the baby that is growing inside her.

She sits up and flicks on the lamp. "But, the baby?" I hear the concern and confusion mixed with a bit of hope. I love her ability to do that, find hope in something that scares and confuses her at the same time.

"There is no baby Iz, she lied." From the very beginning, she lied. "We won't have to worry about her anymore, it's over." I expect to see her smile, instead her face contorts, anger flashing in her dark eyes.

"She lied?" She hissed through clenched teeth. She was mad, really mad. "I can't believe she lied to you! I can't believe she lied about a poor innocent little baby! How did she think she would get away with that Alex?" Her cheeks redden and her voice gets louder.

I reach out, brushing my thumb along her cheekbone. Her eyes flutter as she leans into my touch. "Look I know you're angry, I'm angry too." She sighs, a golden curl falling into her eyes. With my other hand, I loop it around my finger and tuck it back behind her ear. "It's not good for you to get all worked up over this; she's gone and we're still here. We're married." I smile at her, watching as her anger melts away. She breaks out into a smile of her own and I cautiously move onto the next subject, as I'm sure it will not be an easy one. "Speaking of us being married, how did it go with Sloan?"

"Surprisingly well." She beams. "As a matter of fact, it went…Mark is sterile." She blurts, barely able to contain herself.

She waits patiently for a reaction. I think I laughed. "I'm sorry, I thought I just heard you say that Mark Sloan…" She cuts me off, almost immediately.

"I did, and he is. One hundred percent sterile. That means that this baby." Her hand smoothes over the tiny swell of her stomach. "This baby is yours Alex."

"No, this baby." My hand touches her arm as I slide it down, resting it on top of her hand. "This baby is ours."