1. The Source of Life

Cristina just fed May for the very first time and she thought it was fascinating that this child lived because of her, that it had grown within her, that it had just come out of her, that she, Cristina Yang, was able to nourish a child. May lived because of her, because hers and Owen's love for each other had been too strong to resist any longer and they had lost themselves in making love that night almost eight months ago. She and Owen were May's source of life. Right then with May in her arms sucking hungrily on her nipple making small noises it seemed only right and natural that something so beautiful like their daughter evolved from something so passionate and heated and full of desperate love like their love-making.
Owen still sat behind her supporting her back so she could sit upright his hands reaching around her supporting her hold on May. She was glad he was there right behind her in more than one way, because she needed his strength in more than one way. She was exhausted and overwhelmed and he was there to hold her. She was afraid and felt overstrained and he was there to soothe her, to tell her they would be alright, to be with her, to take her hand leading her into this huge life he imagined, showing her all the miracles she had never known they existed. They hadn't talked much, but there were no words which needed to be spoken then. And as he had said May was beautiful she had heard the tears in his voice. She didn't know it was possible but right in that very moment she loved this man, whose breath was tickling her ear, more than ever before. And she felt a kind of love she had never felt before for this small new life in her arms. My heart must have used the space May left behind to grow to twice its size. She thought.

Arizona, the pediatric surgeon in charge entered the room and wheeled an incubator for babies in.

"May needs to sleep in an incubator for at least one week, because she is that small and light." She told them. They just nodded without looking up, Arizona took a closer look at May.

"Congratulations." She whispered while patting Owen's shoulder and left them alone again smiling to herself. Shortly afterwards Meredith arrived with a bag full of Cristina's stuff and old baby clothes. She wanted to say something but as she saw that idyllic and peaceful picture of Owen holding Cristina, both staring down at May who sucked happily she stopped herself and didn't interrupt this peaceful silence. From where she stood now she could only see the back of May's head with that whole lot of black hair. It had dried by now and you could see some of the longer strands form lovely curls. She approached the bed, Owen looked up at her and smiled.

"Wanna get to know your goddaughter?" He asked.

"Oh my god, she's so incredibly small! And… I'm sorry to say this, Cristina, but she definitely is cute."

"No she is stunning!" Cristina demanded still not looking up. "Okay and cute." She added, glanced up for a split second and continued watching May who blinked exhaustedly. Soon May fell asleep and watching that sleeping figure in her arms Cristina felt her own exhaustion.

"Owen, you have to take her from my arms, I feel like I'll fall asleep any second now." Owen climbed off of the bed and carefully took May from Cristina's arms. She fell back into the cushions and closed her eyes. Soon some small snores from her could be heard.

"Okay, I'll better leave now. I'll drop in tomorrow!" Meredith whispered and left. Owen made himself comfortable in a chair next to Cristina's bed and watched May sleeping for a long time until he himself felt tired. He put May into the incubator and fell asleep right on that chair.

Cristina stayed in bed for the whole next two days sleeping a lot. Everyone of their friends visited her and brought a little present for May. Callie had brought a whole lot of old clothes of Sophia which fitted way better than Bailey's old clothes, because Sophia had been a premature baby as well. Unfortunately they were mostly pink, but after Cristina had searched she had found some clothes which she thought were okay. So May wore green with yellow flowers today. With pleasure Cristina had found the body suit with that heart Cristina had painted at Callie's silly baby shower a few years ago. She had to laugh out loud as she found the one Karev had painted with light blue, so it looked like a resident's scrubs. They looked as good as new – she doubted Callie had ever dressed Sophia with that. She decided the one with the heart she had painted herself would be her favorite, but right now they were much too big for May. She thought of that time when she had painted it, she could have never imagined she herself would have a baby some time.

And there she sat the third day in that hospital bed. She was alone with May: Owen was home building up a crib and a changing table for her. May looked up at her, occasionally moving her head against Cristina's breast like a woodpecker, forming an 'O' with her mouth.

"You can't be hungry again. I just fed you, do you remember? Like five minutes ago." May softly started to cry. Cristina sighed.

"You're bored, too – right? At least I can't stand lying in this bed any longer. Wanna see if we can find anything interesting around?" With that she got up. She wrapped May into a cloth and slung it around her neck so she would rest against her chest. She took on her slippers and sneaked out of her room. Firstly she went to the attendings' lounge which she found empty. She took her lab coat from the cupboard and put it on. She didn't want it to be too obvious she was only wearing a pajama. After she had studied the board she made her way to the gallery of OR 3 and watched Dr. Russell's surgery which was way more interesting than sitting in her hospital room all day at least to her. May obviously disagreed for she fell asleep.

Meanwhile Owen had arrived at the hospital and got worried as he didn't find his girls in their room. He hurried out in search of them asking everybody for them who would come across his way. Finally Callie said she had seen her.

"Yeah, she was sneaking around here a while ago, wearing a lab coat over her pjs. She headed over there" She pointed to her right. "I guess she was making her way to the OR wing." Owen literally ran there and chuckled as he found her sitting in the gallery watching Dr. Russel's surgery.

"Hey!" He sat next to her and kissed May's soft cheek. He liked how she smelled – she smelled new, like only babies smell. Cristina turned to him smiling. He wanted to tell her she couldn't just walk around the hospital with May without telling anybody where they were, he wanted to tell her she should rest some more time, but he couldn't.

"Gosh, I love you." He said instead. Her smile got wider and she leaned forward to kiss him.

"I guess I better go back now." She said.

"You better" He agreed. "Mary said you could go home tomorrow, but May has to stay some more time, she still is very light and has to sleep in the incubator."

"I know. But I'm telling you I can't stay home for long! I need to work!"

"I will stay home for some time. By the way: I bought color today so I can paint May's room tonight."

"Which color?"

He just smiled mischievously.

"No you didn't, did you? You didn't buy pink!"

"You'll see when you get home."