5th March

Cristina sat in Meredith's bed in her patient's room. Derek had gone home with Zola and Bailey was asleep in a crib near the bed.

"Richard is dead." Meredith stated.

"Yeah" Cristina hugged her.

"Mer, I… I think I need to talk about something. I know your thoughts are elsewhere but I really need to."

"Just tell me." Meredith raised her head to look her into the eyes.

"I broke up with Owen – again." She sighed.

"What? When?" Now it was Meredith's turn to hug Cristina.

"About two hours ago. I know he wants children and I cannot give him what he wants, what he needs."

"But you love him."

"I do. I think that's why I did it."

"You have changed."

"Did I?" Cristina looked at her questioningly.

"The old Cristina would have never put somebody else's feelings or needs on her own feelings or needs."

"Maybe I did not change enough." Cristina mused.

"What do you mean?"

"If I had changed enough maybe I would want a child now too – but I don't. Things would be so easy." She sighed again.

"But I want you to stay you. And I'm sure Owen wants you to stay yourself as well."

"I know."

"How did he react at all?"

"I didn't give him much time to react: I walked away. He's quite busy now with everything that happened this night."

"Richard…" Meredith voice cracked and she began to cry. Cristina held her close.

"Do you want me to sleep here?" Meredith nodded. Cristina put off her shoes and tried to get comfortable. She wondered how it would be like to see Owen the next time.