A/N: Came up with this during church. Probably should have been listening to the sermon or something, lol. Hope you enjoy!

Person

Cristina strode down the hospital corridor, looking around frantically for Meredith. Her person, she needed her person. Things were happening and whenever things were happening it was Meredith and only Meredith who could talk her down from whatever frenzy she had worked herself into.

It occurred to her that perhaps this was something to discuss with Owen. And she would, in due time, but at this exact moment she needed her person. She needed to vent and rail before going to Owen; otherwise she was pretty sure he would reevaluate this whole marrying her thing.

A flash of blonde hair and Cristina reacted like a shark to blood in water. She turned sharply and found Meredith reading a chart while she wound her hair into a hasty bun.

"Mer, I need to talk to you."

Absentmindedly Meredith said, "I have a patient to check right-" she looked up, her mouth clamping shut when she saw the harried look on her friend's face. "You go to the locker room and I will make it quick with the patient."

"Thank you," Cristina murmured, "And, um, don't kill your patient because of me."

"I will do my best," Meredith said. "Go to the locker rooms and I'll be there soon."

Cristina turned and made her way to the locker room. All the while she glanced around her for any sign of Owen. He couldn't see her right now, not when she was one step away from crazy. She knew that he had seen her in worse shape. He had been in that OR with her and he had dealt with the aftermath. This was different, though. This involved him and if he knew how freaked out she was he-

"Cristina!"

She swore under her breath, turning at the sound of her husband's voice. She offered him a tight grin and the lines on his forehead deepened as he frowned and asked, "Everything okay?"

"More than," she assured him. "I was just heading to the lockers. I need, um, something."

"Something?" He grinned slightly at her evasiveness.

"Fine, I'm meeting Meredith," she admitted. Thinking quickly, she spun, "Her and Derek, you know they like to pretend they're the world's most dysfunctional couple."

Owen chuckled and moved forward, putting his arm around her waist. "Aren't you glad we're not like that?" He dropped a kiss to her lips and she considered telling him then. His lips on hers had quelled her fears somewhat and with her hands on his shoulders she saw her wedding band clearly, and she thought to herself what was so bad about this particular happening? In fact, it almost wasn't bad. It was good. Right.

A small voice in the back of her head said that it was neither good nor right, and Meredith unknowingly appealed to that voice as she appeared at their side and said, "Cristina, you ready to talk?"

Owen took in Meredith's chipper appearance and glanced down at Cristina dubiously. His wife immediately clamped onto Meredith's arm and steered her toward the locker room as she loudly said, "Alright, spill."

Meredith glanced back at Owen, who was looking oddly at them, but his face was cut off from her view as Cristina firmly shut the door. Cristina watched Owen walk away and then moved over to the bench, plopping down with a loud groan.

"What is going on here?" Meredith demanded, standing in front of her. "Are you two having problems?"

"What? Of course not!" Cristina said immediately, shaking her head. "What would make you think that?"

Meredith leaned forward and said, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you needed to talk with me and that whole show you just put on for him. If you guys are having trouble you can talk to me, you know."

"There is no trouble," Cristina lamented. "I'm just pregnant."

Meredith stared at her, mouth set into a sort of grimace. Cristina noticed the pain flash in her friend's eyes and sighed. "I know this isn't easy for you with all that happened but I really need someone to talk to right now."

"What about Owen?"

"What about him?"

"Um, don't you think you should tell him? He's the father." Meredith took pause. "He..he is the father, right?"

"Of course he is," Cristina snapped.

"Sorry, sorry," Meredith relented, holding her hands up. "I just can't understand why you don't want to tell him."

"Because," Cristina spelled out, "I am Cristina Yang. I am going to be a cardiothoracic surgeon. I..I can't be a mother. I can't be tending to a kid with my hands in someone's chest."

"You know, your hands won't always be in a chest," Meredith offered.

"I don't know if I can do this," Cristina pressed. "I..I'm still dark and twisty. A kid can't have a mother who's dark and twisty."

Cristina leaned forward, squeezing her eyes shut. This was turning wrong. All of it was wrong. Getting back to the hospital was hard enough. She didn't know if she could handle any more problems.

Meredith sat next to her and laid a hand on her back. "Cristina, if anyone can do this it's you."

"I'm not maternal."

"Neither was my mother and I didn't turn out too worse for wear."

Cristina turned her head to look at Meredith and spat, "Tell me you're kidding."

Meredith smiled slightly. "What I'm trying to show you is that a lot of people who shouldn't have children do and everything turns out just fine."

"This is a nightmare," Cristina groaned. "I'm going to mess it up. You remember me on peds. I don't get kids."

"It's because they aren't your own," Meredith told her gently. "Imagine a kid of your own. Someone who is completely yours."

"Babies always cry around me," Cristina blurted out. "They-they always cry. The minute I walk in a room-bam!-crying."

"Cristina-"

"And babytalk? It turns my stomach. It actually makes me physically ill."

"Cristina!" Meredith snapped, effectively cutting off her friend's tirade. Cristina looked at her and asked, "What?"

"Are you imagining it?"

"No."

"Imagine it."

She thought it was ridiculous but followed Meredith's instructions anyway. Her mind wandered, unable to grasp any clear picture, until it settled on Owen. She imagined Owen's face when she finally told him. Owen's face when he first saw his child, first held it. She imagined the baby then with Owen's blue eyes and her ebony hair. She looked down at her belly then, gingerly laying a hand over her still flat stomach. Cristina glanced at Meredith, noticing the glassiness in her eyes. She reached over and took Meredith's hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "Thank you."

"This is a good thing, Cristina," Meredith said thickly. "It's a good thing."

GA-GA-GA-GA-GA

She waited for him outside of the hospital, sitting on their usual bench. She went over all the possible ways to tell him, a mock-up script forming in her head. She couldn't settle on the best way. She just wanted to tell him. She wanted him to know and for him to have a reaction so she could decide how she actually felt. She needed his reassurance. She needed him.

She knew the moment he left the hospital, her head turning toward the exit to find him walking toward her. His smile was somewhat tight as he offered her a wave that she did not return. He sat beside her and said, "Tell me what's going on."

With his eyes boring into hers, all scripts fell from her mind, and she murmured, "I'm pregnant."

A/N: Did you guys like it?

So, I am planning on this being a series of moments from Cristina's pregnancy. A lot of Cristina/Owen fluff. Probably some angst because I can't seem to say no in that arena. Thoughts?