Chapter 2: Lack of Cooperation

I am a guy – and a doctor - so logically I know that my hormones should be raging right about now. Being this close to any woman – especially my wife - should be orbiting my libido into outer space but I am finding it decidedly cold and lifeless down there! I am just not feeling this and neither is she. I can see that by the expression on her face. She looks like she's dying to say, "Is it awake yet?", and make me feel even worse but she somehow resists.

Although I really couldn't blame her if she said that. Why not humiliate me when I humiliated her? I mean, I cheated on her. Not once but lots of times. She could easily and justifiably hate me. And I feel like I owe it to her right now to rock her world but it just ain't happening. The member is not cooperating.

XoXoXo

"George, this isn't working," Callie finally said, pushing him away from her and rolling out from under him.

"I'm – I'm sorry," he said. "I must be tired."

"Something like that," she muttered. Early morning nookie would normally excite any couple but the mojo – and the equipment – certainly are not working for these two on this morning.

This is the first time George and Callie have tried to be intimate since Callie invited George back into the house. For the past week, he had been bunking down on the couch but for some reason she'd decided this morning would be the right time for a romantic liaison. Apparently, she was wrong.

George sat up in bed, rubbing his forehead. "Callie, I don't know what to say …"

"So don't say it," she grumbled.

George sighed. "Okay let me make it up to you. I'll fix us breakfast – bacon, eggs, the whole kit-and-caboodle ..."

"You really think that is going to make this all better?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"It won't?" He asked and felt stupid as soon as he said it. Somehow he was always feeling stupid, inept and ridiculously lame in Callie's presence. Still he was determined to make this work. He had to – he owed it to her.

"No it won't, George!"

"It will get better, Callie, I promise. I just –"

"I'm sure you're right," she lied, standing and grabbing a robe off the dresser where she had flung it earlier when they both believed they could go through with this charade. She pulled it over her shoulders and knotted it at the waist. "I'm going to get ready for work."

"We don't have to be in until ten," he reminded her, but she had already slammed the bathroom door closed behind her.

XoXoXo

Izzie sighed and threw her hands up in exasperation. "Because, Alex, I am not even sure I'm going to keep this baby."

Alex stared at Izzie. "Can you repeat that please?"

Izzie groaned and stood slowly, probably wishing she had stayed sitting. She looked all green again. "You heard me," she snapped as she started for the door.

Alex stood still for a moment, turning over everything he had learned in the past twenty minutes. Izzie was quite possibly pregnant but with George's kid. The same freaking George who had never deserved her and who was currently married to someone else. This was a fucking nightmare.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and then walked over to her, reaching for a hand. "Okay, Dr. Model, I don't think you want to make a decision like this so quickly."

"I am not discussing this anymore with you, Alex," she said. "I've told you too much already and I honestly have no idea why."

He grinned. "Because you love me?!"

Izzie shook her head. "Don't go there."

Alex sighed. "Okay, but maybe before you decide to make any big decisions, you should know 100% for sure that you are actually pregnant."

"I told you – I know I am. I can feel it in my body," she said. "I feel this like … presence in me. A little part of me that wasn't there before. Half of me wants to embrace this and the other half wants to run screaming from it."

Alex frowned. "The way you are talking about this baby, Izzie, makes it sound like an alien knocked you up. Although George is not very different than –"

"Shut it, Karev!" she snapped. "I'm hormonal; I have long fingernails, and I know how to use them!"

"Calm down. Take that all important little test. Then you'll know, and then you can make the big decisions later."

Izzie shrugged. "Fine. But I already know what it's going to say …"

XoXoXo

Alex drew Izzie's blood and had the results sent to the lab under the name "Goana Frenchme".

"Goana Frenchme?" She repeated when he told Izzie about her pseudonym.

"I like it. Don't you? 'Go-on-n-French-me," he said with a laugh.

She sighed and attempted to hide a smile. "You have a sick mind, Karev."

"Thanks."

"That wasn't a compliment."

Alex eventually returned to the resident's lounge with the file in his hand. He saw her lying back on one of the beds with her hands over her face. He moved over to her. "Iz, you okay?" he asked, sitting beside her and reaching for her left hand.

Izzie blinked up at him. "Yeah. I was just …"

"Crying," he said, and dabbed at her face with the sleeve of his lab coat.

Izzie shook her head. "Just give me the results. Did the rabbit 'bite it'?"

He smiled thinly. "I thought you didn't want to think about little furry things dying."

She shrugged. "I don't. I just was using your words for some reason."

Alex smiled. "Well fortunately for you, no rabbits were harmed in the process of this test."

Izzie struggled to sit up and he could see her face looked almost green again with the nausea. He reached for her shoulders and helped her upright where she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. What does it say?"

"What you already know," he said with a sigh. "You are definitely pregnant. About six weeks along."

Izzie's eyes filmed with fresh tears and they then began to spill down her cheeks. "Why? Why now?" she asked. "This is not the right time."

He shrugged. "I've never heard of a baby coming at the 'right time', Izzie. It happens when it happens."

"But George … Callie …"

"They will have to understand. Callie should have known what she was getting into when she decided to take George back …"

"Did she?" Izzie asked. "Cause she couldn't have expected this."

"Are you going to have this baby, Iz?" He asked. "I know you always wanted kids."

"I don't know, Alex. I honestly don't know if I can do that to Callie and George." She broke down into sobs. Sobs that shook her whole body. She hadn't cried like this since Denny's death.

Alex reached out and pulled her into his strong arms.

XoXoXo

"Callie –" George called to his wife as they walked into the hospital. Or as she stalked ahead, actually.

"Not now, George," she called back to him and disappeared around a corner. They had driven the whole way to work in complete silence and it killed George that he couldn't be the man that she needed. That she deserved.

George sighed and turned on his heel, starting for the resident's lounge. He opened the door and was surprised – and upset – to see Izzie - his Izzie (yes, he still thought of her that way, dammit), huddled up in Alex Karev's arms, her blonde hair fanned out over his broad shoulder.

He lowered his head and with a soft sigh, backed out of the room before either of them knew he had been there.