Chapter 4

"Me and Olivia are doing great. I think I really like her."

"That's great. How long have you been dating for now?"

"Well, I started dating her the week before Alex and Izzie got it together so, about 2 and a half months?"

"Yeah, that'll be about right."

"Lexie's moving in with Mark"

"Really?"

"Yeah. But the problem is that I can't afford the rent for the crapartment myself. I might have to look for something else."

"Well you can stay at mine. Derek's moving in too. Alex and Izzie are basically in the same room now so there's a spare room. And Alex and Izzie have gone to look at that house down the road anyway."

"No." George quickly answered. "I thought Izzie wasn't going to get that house? I thought she couldn't afford it?"

"Alex and Izzie discussed it and they both decided that their relationship was strong enough for them to move in together and raise Jay as a family. Let's just hope they get it. Hopefully with both of their wages they can afford the rent."

"Yeah, fingers crossed."

"Did you hear about Derek selling the trailer? The house he, well the builders, were building is nearly finished. They said it'll be ready within the next 4 months."

"Congrats"

Just then Alex and Izzie walked through the door to Meredith's house.

"We got it!" Izzie squealed

"Congratulations!"

"Thanks. They said we can move in as soon as we want."

"That's great. So when you wanna be in there for?"

"The weekend maybe?"

"Sounds good."

"Come on, babe. We'll go start packing."

"Already? Iz, we only just got the house"

"So? I wanna get in there by Friday night. And it's Wednesday night now!" She giggled as she picked up her son and put in one arm and with the other grabbed Alex's hand and pulled him upstairs.

"Fine, whatever." He smiled as he willing followed her upstairs, placing an arm behind her.

"I have tomorrow off work so I'll do some packing then." Izzie told her boyfriend as they walked upstairs to pack.

"Okay, sounds good." He smiled. His face then turned into a playful pout. "You not going to come and see me then at lunch?"

"I suppose I can if you really want me to..." She said in a quiet voice.

"I do. I can think of a way we could spend my lunch break" He smirked at her.

Izzie picked up a pair of socks, threw them at Alex and gave him a shocked look.

"Alex! Haven't you noticed your son sat in front of you on the bed?"

"He won't understand." Alex laughed as he went to pick up the pair of socks of the floor.

"Still. We can't talk about or do anything of that description with him around."

"Fine. I'll leave it until we get into our new house."

"Our house." Izzie smiled. "It sounds good, doesn't it?"

"It does. We're a family at last." He smiled.

Alex picked up his son and swung him around.

"Daddy loves you and mommy so much. You two make daddy sound silly, yes you do." He said as he tickled Jay. Jay looked at his dad and giggled, warming Izzie's heart.

Meredith burst into the room.

"Can I borrow Jay for a couple of minutes?"

"Why?"

"Cristina's dating that Owen Hunt so she's at his, Derek's at work, you two are busy, George is with Olivia again, I need something to keep me occupied for a bit, and what a great idea! You two can get packed easier if I take him for a bit. We'll colour and maybe dance it out..."

"Yeah. Go on." Izzie smiled.

"Come on, Bud. We're gonna have an awesome time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, we are" she said as she lifted Jay off the bed and carried him out of the room leaving Alex and Izzie to pack in peace.

"So tell me about LA"

"Well..."

Izzie decided to visit Alex at the hospital the following day after he gave her the guilt trip. She walked through the hospital pushing the stroller in which Jay sat in, talking away on a toy cell phone he had.

"Who ya talking to, Jay?" Izzie laughed "You talking to daddy?"

"Dada?"

"Yeah, daddy?"

"Yeah"

"Oh, okay" She giggled and carried on walking. Just then a wave nausea hit her and she ran to a nearby trashcan.

Bailey watched Izzie closely until the phone began to ring. She picked it up and answered.

"Stevens. Montgomery is on the phone for you." Bailey shouted.

"Hello?" Izzie asked, confused.

"Do you happen to have a daughter?

"Yeah, but I gave her up for adoption. Why?

"She's been admitted into St. Ambrose by Cooper. She has leukaemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. You're the nearest we can get to a match."

"Oh my god." Izzie burst into sobs. She quickly pulled herself together. She had got used to this because of all the heartache she'd had in her life. "Do you want me to come to LA or...?"

"We're sending her to Seattle Grace later today. We're low on beds at St Ambrose and Seattle have told us that they have enough to admit some of our patients."

"I'll do it. I'll donate my bone marrow. She's my daughter, I can't let her die."

"Okay, get yourself admitted. She'll be there by 6pm tonight. The procedure will be done as soon as she arrives."

"Okay. Thanks Addison."

Izzie took a nearby seat and sat for a few moments trying to process everything.

"Stevens you okay?" Bailey said as she sat down next to Izzie. "You look a bit pale?"

"My 13 year old daughter has leukaemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant."

"You have a daughter?"

"I had her when I was 16. I gave her up for adoption, and now she's sick." Izzie began to cry again.

Bailey placed an arm around Izzie.

"Are you feeling okay though?" Bailey said in a soft tone. "You threw up before the call. You also look pale. Karev hasn't knocked you up again has he?"

"No, he hasn't. I've just been a bit under the weather lately."

"Okay. I'll leave you to it."

"Bailey, can you do me a favour?"

"Can you take Jay to day-care for me? I need to get admitted. The procedure will be finished tonight and Alex will never have to know."

"Okay, but I think you should tell him. He adores you; you can't do anything which would stop him loving you."

"Thanks Bailey. Could you maybe let George know? I'm gonna need some help after the surgery."

"Okay. Just promise me you'll tell him and get checked out for that nausea."

"I will do." With that Izzie left to get admitted to the hospital.