It was when Cristina was a teenager that she made up her mind about children. She would not have any. She struggled with the divorce of her parents, and when her father died a part of her went with him. She did not want to bring a child into the world knowing the possibility of those things happening. She did not want a child to feel that loss. Babies would not be apart of her life. They held no place in her future, not with the career path she chose.

Some years ago during her residency an army Trauma surgeon waltzed out of an ambulance and in the hospital of Seattle Grace and swept her off her back. He stole a kiss and her heart, and never gave it back. They dated two years before getting engaged, and six months after that they married and have been to the present day. It was when Cristina was Head of Cardiology that she changed her mind about children. She did not know what brought about this change but there it was. Perhaps it was seeing the sight of her fellow attendings and residents have children and still manage to be great doctors. Maybe it was the fact that she conquered nearly all of her career goals, aside from the Harper Avery, which of course in her mind would be awarded as time pressed on. Or perhaps it was the way Owen naturally made her want things in life that everyone else typically did. She did not know what triggered this change, but it was there, she wanted a baby.

One night while lying in bed Cristina fiddled with the idea of telling Owen of the abrupt change. The subject of children rarely came up. She had always voiced aloud that she had no desire to have any, and Owen never gave any indication that he felt otherwise she assumed he shared her same desire. Yet here she was, resting easy on her husband's chest ready to tell him what's been lurking in her mind.

Cristina cleared her throat and blurted out, "This morning, I threw away my birth control pills."

Owen's breathing paused, which made Cristina start to feel slightly nervous. When it returned he finally spoke.

"So what are you saying?" Owen knew what was coming but he just needed to be certain. He needed to hear it from her mouth.

She lifted her head so that their eyes met, "I-I-want to have a baby."

Hearing those words were like music to his ears. He always wanted children. Even though Cristina profusely voiced that no children were apart of their future, he knew otherwise. He knew she would change her mind, he just did not know when, and he never forced the idea onto her. As always he waited patiently and let it naturally come to her. His eyes filled with joy and excitement, and a smile she had never seen flashed on his face.

He rolled over on top of her and pressed his lips to hers.

She pushed him away, "Did you hear me?"

"Yes I did. Now hush, and let's get started on making us a baby."

With no more words spoken, they spent the night making beautiful, sensual love.

After that night they tried to conceive in every place possible. It started in all rooms and surfaces of their home and ventured to the hospital. They shared tender moments in on call rooms and quick and dirty in elevators and each other's offices.

When two months elapsed and no symptoms of pregnancy were on the horizon Cristina suggested they both get checked out.

The results of their tests showed no signs of infertility. They were both healthy and able to reproduce. They would just have to wait.

Three months later Owen found himself making a trip to the local drug store to purchase not one, but three pregnancy test. He felt only one was required, but Cristina's demanding tone told him not to argue.

When Owen returned to their house he found Cristina doing the pee dance in the doorway of the bathroom.

"God, it's about time! My bladder is about to rupture!" She yelled in frustration and pain.

Rather than see her struggle opening each box, he tore them all open with ease and quickness.

Cristina, at last began to release the gallons of fluids she had consumed, while swiping each pregnancy test in the process. She laid them out on the bathroom counter and gestured to Owen to start the evil five minute countdown.

One plus sign, two double lines, and a digital reading that flashed the words pregnant had them dancing from the bathroom and all through out the house. They were ecstatic. Finally. They both thought.

The months to follow were a great journey for both of them. Cristina found herself undaunted by this pregnancy. She experienced no morning sickness, dry heaves or dizziness. Her lovely baby was simply growing in her belly. Owen was already being fatherly; making sure Cristina made it to all her check ups, taking all her vitamins and forcing her to eat healthy. He even had to call her favorite Chinese restaurant to make certain they did not deliver to their house.

When it came to know the sex of the baby Owen begged Cristina to wait until their child was born. He wanted to be surprised, and although it killed her not to know she agreed.

Slim and slender. Cristina had always held that physique, very petite, but now her stomach had increased dramatically in size. She began to feel the weight she gained with each step she took, especially after standing on her feet for hours in the OR. Cristina would have continued to endure the aching feet and back had Owen not force her to cut back on her hours. She needed to rest.

At night Owen and Cristina would lay in bed admiring the ultrasound pictures. Thinking of names that they thought would match the outlining of their baby.

As Cristina's 9th month rounded she put up no fight when Owen told her it was time for bed rest. Surgery she once completed easily took a little longer. Her belly would sometimes get in the way of where she needed to stand during surgery. The water retention in her hands and feet did not help the situation. Neither did the sudden jolts her little one would sporadically send. She could no longer walk properly. She waddled like a penguin, and it took great deal of strength to not attack those who laughed at her.

At home she would read medical journals, watch surgeries, sleep, and eat. Owen would fix her bountiful breakfasts, and prepare her lunch with healthy snacks to hold her over until he got home to fix her a great feast for dinner. There were moments where Cristina longed to be in the hospital, but she held on to the thought that medicine was not going anywhere. A thought so out of character for her, because she breathed and sought it out as if it were one day going to disappear. It scared her a little, but she suppressed it.

"Ohh our bed as never looked so good. I am exhausted; I need 500cc's of sleep." Cristina whined out as Owen helped her walk to the side of the bed.

Before she could even get a leg up, or allow her head to touch the softness of her pillow gushes of amniotic fluid splashed onto the floor. They both gave each other looks that said this is it. Next thing Cristina knows she's in the hospital being pestered to do breathing exercises.

"If she tells me to breathe one more time, I'm going to kill her." Cristina said with frustration in her voice. She was taking the precise deep breaths and releasing it slowly. It did not ease her birthing pains at all. The stubborn person she was she denied pain medication. She refused to allow anyone to think she was weak.

Owen tried to hold in his laugh but he clearly failed at that.

Meredith almost joined in but turned her attention to the nurse and guided her out of the room.

Ten hours of yelling, back rubs and ice chips Cristina was ready to push.

With encouraging yells of "push" from Owen and Meredith she pushed out a beautiful baby boy in 4 tries.

His father was overwhelmed with joy, as his eyes became watery. His mother however was still in a great deal of pain, and wanted to know why.

"Okay, I don't understand my baby is out, why am I still in pain and feel the need to push again!"

The OBGYN gave a nervous look around to the fellow nurses; she did not know how she missed this.

Another baby was ready to make its way out.

"Okay Dr. Yang, it looks like you're having twins. This one must have been hiding right the other." Cristina tried to show an emotion of shock, but the pain she was feeling did not project it correctly.

"What do you mean? How did you not there were two babies!?" She screamed.

Owen interrupted, "Cristina! Push!"

Not being able to withstand much more pain, she pushed the second baby out in the same 4 pushes.

There they were, twin boys. Both spitting images of Owen. The only visible trait they shared of Cristina was her full lips.