This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction, although I am an avid reader, and is a fluffy story about Cristina and Owen. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. The story is set two weeks after the end of season 6 E10, and assumes that Owen knows about what Cristina went through with Burke.
This is just for fun, I do not own anything, and all copyright remains the property of Shondra Rimes etc.
Reminiscent of their first kiss.
Cristina was freaking out. She knew that Owen had said that he was with her because he wanted to be, because he loved her. She knew that in the two weeks since that conversation on New Years day, that he had been attentive, that he had held her in his arms every night he was not on call, that he made beautiful love to her, but she still had doubts.
When Cristina had asked Owen if he was sure, her toes curled with the intensity of the kiss that he had given her, but he had not verbally said he was sure, and despite not wanting to read anything negative into that, all he had had to do was say yes, and he failed to do that.
Cristina was competitive, everyone knew that, she aced all the tests, and won all the contests, but she didn't feel that she should have to "win" the man that she loved, and she had to be sure that he was in this for the long haul before she shared with him, her newly acquired knowledge. She wrapped up the pregnancy test she was holding inside a bag, and hid it at the bottom of the bin. Why now thought Cristina, why has he knocked me up, just when my future at SGH is in doubt, and just when for the first time I have doubts about his commitment to me.
Cristina put on her coat, and leaving the apartment, walked across the street to the hospital.
Hey Cristina, called Meredith, you had better get your skates on or you will be late for rounds, and Bailey is not in a good mood today. Well that makes two of us, snarked Cristina, as she walked briskly towards the residents locker room to get changed into her scrubs.
Cristina was a little distracted throughout rounds, but managed to stay under Baileys radar. As soon as rounds were completed , Cristina assigned her interns to various tasks before escaping to the 4th floor, where OBGYN was located.
Hello, Cristina said to the receptionist. I was wondering if I could make an appointment for a consultation, I worked downstairs, so I can bob up as soon as you have a timeslot free . The receptionist who was wearing a name tag with the name Clare on it, consulted her computer screen, and advised her that there was an appointment available at 12.15, Cristina accepted the appointment, and proceeded to give her details to Clare.
Owen was in OR 2 for several hours dealing with the victim of a hit and run car accident, so fortunately Cristina did not have to avoid him prior to her appointment, as despite her suspicions over the last few days, the absolute knowledge that she was carrying his child, had instantly changed everything, and Cristina knew in her heart that she could not continue her relationship with Owen with the doubts that she had been harbouring for the last two weeks.
At 12.00 sharp, Cristina took the elevator to the 4th floor, and approached Clare, to advise her that she was there for her appointment. Clare called over one of the nurses on duty, who escorted Cristina to a consultation room. Cristina waited for no more than a couple of minutes before her OBGYN entered the room and introduced himself as Dr James Evans. Cristina introduced herself, shook James' hand, and launched into her list of concerns.
Dr Evans, started Cristina , I don't know if you have had an opportunity to look at my history, but I had an entopic pregnancy 3 years ago, so I am really concerned that if this pregnancy ends the same way, that I won't ever be able to have children, which is a bit weird, because if I am honest, I did not even know I wanted a baby until the test was positive.
Dr Evans smiled, "I have looked over your notes, and see that Dr Montgomery looked after you, and had to remove one of your fallopian tubes, however, one entopic pregnancy, does not mean that you cannot have a trouble free pregnancy this time. The details that Clare took state that you are unsure of your dates, is that correct?" Yes replied Cristina, I'm afraid that I have never been regular, and stopped keeping a calendar of my periods sometime ago. I only really suspected that I was pregnant, because I started with morning sickness, breast tenderness, and had to pee every time I passed a bathroom. Cristina smiled sadly.
Right stated Dr Evans, lets start by doing an ultrasound, it should give us an indication of when your baby is due, and let us see if your fallopian tube is clear.
Cristina was led to another room where the ultrasound machine was already waiting, she jumped on the examination table, and adjusted her scrubs, so that Dr Evans could access her abdomen. The gel may be a little cold Cristina, stated Dr Evans, and Cristina gasped a little as the cold liquid hit her. Dr Evans moved the wand across Cristina, and after looking at the screen for some time, took a picture, and asked Cristina to join him back in his consulting rooms.
Once she had rearranged her clothes, and walked back to Dr Evans office, Cristina sat down nervously. Ok Cristina, started Dr Evans, first of all, I am going to prescribe you some prenatal vitamins, which I want to start taking immediately. The scan indicates that you are about seven weeks pregnant, and although the baby is developing well, it has not yet fully descended into the uterus, so I would like to do a more detailed scan in 1 weeks time. Cristina remained silent, this was not what she wanted to hear. Don't panic Cristina, said Dr Evans, this is not unusual for a seven week foetus, lets do the further scan next week, and we can make a decision then, if there is still an issue. What do you mean, make a decision? Said Cristina. Well if the baby is still not in the correct place, we can decide if we should wait a bit longer, or end the pregnancy to ensure that your fallopian stays in tact for the chance of a future pregnancy. Cristina felt a lump in her throat, that swallowing would not get rid of. Cristina Yang did not cry, she did not pine to be a mother, did not panic, and here she was doing all three, and despite trying to stop herself, she could not stem the flow of tears down her face.
Dr Evans got up from his seat, and gave her a tissue. Really Cristina, it is far too soon to be worrying. We are aware of your history and will be keeping a close eye on you and your baby. Cristina calmed a little, and looked up. Dr Evans smiled, and said to her, are you OK? Is there someone I can call to come and sit with you? Perhaps the father? No I will be fine. The baby's Dad does not know yet, I really don't want him to know until I am sure that this is a viable pregnancy, sighed Cristina. Are you sure, he replied, this is a lot to be dealing with alone. Absolutely, after all, it is only for a week right, Cristina gave him a weak smile, before standing up, getting ready to leave. Cristina, shouted Dr Evans, "yes" she replied, we are going to be seeing a lot of each other over the next few weeks, so call me James. Thank you James, said Cristina closing the door behind her.
Cristina collected her vial of vitamins, and completed the remainder of her shift in a daze. At the end of her shift, Cristina went back to the residents locker room, and headed for the shower. She showered slowly, shampooing her hair, with her lavender shampoo. Usually she waited to shower until she got home, but tonight she did not want to share her shower with Owen, she wanted some privacy, to be alone with her own thoughts, and alone with her already changing body.
Owen looked up from the cooker when he heard the door close. Hi he said, walking towards Cristina and dropping a short kiss on her lips. Hi yourself she replied, what are you cooking? Just some spaghetti, and sauce, but it will be about 20 minutes if you want to go shower. Oh that's OK, I showered at the hospital today, that is why I am a little bit late, she said. OK replied Owen I will go and shower alone, unless you want to come keep me company just for fun? Cristina gave him a small smile, and said, why don't I get drinks, and set the table while you shower, and then we can eat, I am starving. Fine he said, I will be back in ten minutes.
Owen drained the spaghetti, and stirred in the sauce he had prepared before serving it to Cristina, who was sipping what appeared to be a vodka and tonic. I missed you at work today, said Owen. Me too replied Cristina, I bobbed to see you for morning coffee, but you were in surgery, and from then on, my day was really busy. How did your surgery on the hit and run victim go? She tried to divert the conversation away from where she had been during the day. He survived surgery, but the next 48 hours are going to be critical. If he survives I will be operating again, to do permanent repairs to his liver lacerations. Owen then continued telling her about his surgeries that day.
Cristina had successfully diverted Owen onto a neutral topic, and they chatted about work for about an hour before Cristina suppressed a yawn. Owen, I am really tired, I am going to turn in early, sorry if I have not been very good company, she said. Its fine, I will come with you, replied Owen getting up from the couch. I will just load the dishwasher, and I will be right behind you.
Cristina undressed in double quick time, pulled on her flannel pyjama pants, and a baggy tee shirt before jumping into bed. Tonight, for once, she did not want Owen watching her undress, she did not want to torture him with her lacy matching underwear and shortie chemise nightdresses, and did not want him touching her. She needed some time out, to decided how she was going to tell him, or indeed if she was going to tell him, and she knew when he touched her, that her resolve weakened.
Owen came into the room, and Cristina kept her eyes closed while he prepared for bed, faking sleep. He climbed into bed, and flicked off the lights. Owen shuffled towards Cristina, and as usual reached for her, so that he could hold her against him. Cristina allowed Owens arms to stay around her for a couple of minutes before rolling away from him towards the edge of the bed, with her back to him. Cristina is everything OK? asked Owen. I'm fine, I am just really tired she replied. Ok, sleep well then. I love you Cristina, he whispered before rolling onto his back, and staring at the ceiling.
Owen did not sleep well that night, Cristina was acting strange. She rarely got tired, being constantly wired by the vast amounts of coffee she drank, she usually opted for beer or wine with dinner, but tonight, seemed to be hitting the vodka, and she liked to snuggle up to him in bed, usually with her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He wondered if he had a procedure that he could have picked her for, but favoured someone else, but he didn't think so, besides it was not Cristina's style to brood quietly, she preferred a head on attack. He sighed before trying to get a few hours sleep, after all everyone says that the path of true love never runs smoothly.
And so it began. Days of avoidance tactics, Cristina rising early, and locking the bathroom door, so that Owen could not walk in while she was retching over the toilet pan. Showering alone, so that he did not see her naked, as she was convinced that her breasts were already bigger, and that there was a curve to her usually flat belly, and making excuses to go to bed alone, so that his hands did not explore her as she lay in his arms. To be honest she missed sleeping cuddled up to him, but it was easier to be at the edge of the bed, in case she had to dash to the bathroom in the night, which was becoming more frequent,. She was counting the days until her next appointment with James, she needed to know if her baby was ok, if she was going to be a Mum before she comprehend the idea of if Owen wanted to be a Dad. To be fair he was always good with the kids that came into the ER, but because Cristina had never really pictured herself with children, it was not a conversation that she and Owen had ever had.
Eventually six days had passed, and although Owen was distraught, at how much Cristina was withdrawing from him, he was also determined that he was going to fight for her irrespective of how hard he had to fight. Cristina had said to Owen that he and Teddy had been through a war together, but in Owens's mind, the only person who had been through war with him was Cristina. She gave him second chances that he did not deserve, she loved him, when he could not even love himself, and she held him and comforted him, when he had hurt her, and she fought for him, and with him, protecting him from her friends, the hospital gossip, and his own fears. Cristina was his heroine, and it was with this thought in mind that he entered the cafeteria on the day before Cristina's scan appointment with James, hoping to have lunch with his somewhat semi detached girlfriend., hoping to try and get things back on track.
Hi Meredith, have you seen Cristina? Asked Owen. A bemused Meredith answered from the food line, that she had told Bailey that she was sick, and needed to go home. Meredith was surprised that this was news to Owen, and was even more surprised when without saying a further word, he turned and ran out of the place with the food. Owen did not stop to change, he merely pulled his jacket on, checking that his door keys were in the pocket. He continued running out of the hospital, and across the road to the apartment, where he quietly let himself in.
Owen found Cristina asleep in the bedroom. She did look pale, even for Cristina, who was pale to begin with. He walked towards the bed, and climbed on next to her dropping a kiss on her forehead, which also served to see if she had a temperature. She seemed cool enough, but he still needed to know what was wrong. .He brushed her cheek with his thumb, and gently said her name, hoping to raise her from her sleep. When this did not alter her state, he kissed her, gently at first, and then a little harder, until her mouth opened, and responded to his lips. Her tongue played with his, and as Owens hands ran down her sides, and pulled her towards him, Cristina who was in the middle of a delicious dream, became fully awake, and went rigid in his arms. She brought her hands up to his shoulders, and pushed him away slightly, breaking the kiss. Owen, what are you doing here? She asked. Cris I virtually live here with you, and when Meredith said you had gone home sick, I came to make sure you were ok, he replied. She sighed, Owen I'm fine.
What did I do? Owen asked sadly. Owen I am fine, we are fine, she said firmly, while trying to extricate herself from his embrace. I know that is not true, he replied with equal firmness, because you shrink away from me every time I touch you, you avoid me at work, and at home, you have even managed to avoid me in bed, sleeping as far away from me as you can, and we have not made love in over a week. Cristina rolled her eyes at the last part of his statement.
Don't do that Cristina, Owen said softly, this is not about sex, I was in the army, I can abstain from sex, it is not about that, but I miss you. I miss holding you, kissing you, and showing you how much I love you. I even miss our work disagreements, so baby please tell me what I did wrong so that I can undo it.
Maybe it is not something you can undo Owen, Cristina replied, her eyes filling with tears.
Then I will do something to make it better, I have to because I can't lose you, you are it for me. I promised you forty years, but really I want more, I want forever, I love you so much, I want us to be together forever living in a house that we chose together, I want to marry you, and have babies with you, so please tell me what I did so I can fix it, please don't give up on me, because I need you. I need us.
By the time Owen had finished , Cristina was openly sobbing, Owen held her to him, and kissed her hair, I was hoping for a more positive reaction he whispered sadly, this made Cristina, laugh a little, and hiccup as she was still crying. What did I do Cristina, he tried again.
You got me pregnant, she replied, actually surprising herself, because she had really not intended to tell him. Your pregnant he repeated incredulously, Cristina nodded, and Owen rolled over, bringing Cristina with him, so that he was no longer half lying on top of her, but she was on top of him. Cristina, I need you to know that you being pregnant is something that I have only ever dreamed of, and I want to have children with you more than anything, but if you are not ready, surely you know that I would not try and force you into doing something that you did not want. Owen looked deep into her eyes, and she knew he was telling her the truth, so maybe it was time for her to come clean.
Its not that Owen, I really want this baby, its just I'm scared.
Owen felt himself relax, she said she really wanted the baby, their baby, so that was a good sign. What are you scared of ? being pregnant? Giving birth? Being a Mum? He asked.
Probably a bit scared of all three she replied, but mostly because I've had a scan, and the baby is developing in my one remaining fallopian tube. If things go wrong, I could lose this baby, and along with it, our chances of ever having a baby together, and I am terrified of the thought that this might be the only chance I get to have a baby with you, and, I might let you down.
How long have you known Cristina? asked Owen, how long have you been torturing yourself with these thoughts, without coming to me, without letting me support you, without letting me in?.
Six days. I've been on an emotional rollercoaster, wanting to tell you, but not sure if it was what you wanted. I've even been wondering if I told you and you were happy about the prospect of being a father, how sad you would be if the next scan results are not good and this is not a viable pregnancy. Cristina raised her head to look him directly in the eyes. I wanted to protect you from that. I am so sorry that I have been preoccupied, and that I have made you worry. I'm emotional, and confused, and I was frightened that you would guess before I told you, that's why I haven't made love to you for a week, not because I don't love you or don't want you, just because you know every inch of my body, and I was convinced that you would notice changes in my body if we made love, know that I was pregnant. Cristina dropped her gaze to his chest. I'm so sorry , she repeated.
Owen was silent for a minute or two before asking her about her appointment. I have to go back tomorrow for a more sensitive scan, that will hopefully tell me that our baby is in the right place. If it isn't, then we will have a tough decision to make she said. We won't, replied Owen. I want our baby, but you come first, and if continuing with this pregnancy puts you at risk, I promise you that the decision will be a straightforward one for me to make, but lets not dwell on that until we know for sure. Can I come with you? Owen asked.
I was counting on it. Cristina gave him a teary smile.
Owen held her tightly for several minuets before saying. .Do you remember what I told you just before you told me we were having a baby? Not really replied Cristina, I was too worried about how you were going to take my news, we have never really discussed children, she stated. Well, started Owen, I said that I wanted forever, that I wanted our home, that I wanted to marry you and have babies with you, do you think that as we have already started on the babies bit, you would consider the marriage and the house bits too? He finished shyly. Are you proposing to me Owen, Cristina clarified. Yes, Yes I am. Cristina please, please, please will you marry me and make me a better man. Cristina gave him just one word in response. Yes.
Owen hugged her to him, and then drew back to kiss her, another toe curling kiss, that told her everything that she needed to know about how he felt about her. He pulled away, and reached over to his night stand, where he started rummaging for something, initially Cristina was going to say, that condoms were no longer required, until he pulled out a small black velvet box. I know you are not a ring person, but perhaps you could wear it sometimes, just for me, it would make me so happy knowing that you were wearing my ring even if it was just sometimes. I bought this about a year ago, that's how long I have known I wanted this, I was just waiting until I thought I had a chance of you accepting it. He opened the box, showing Cristina a no nonsense two carat solitaire on a yellow gold band. Cristina held out her left hand, and Owen placed the ring on her finger. I love it, said Cristina, and I think, that for you, I could become a ring person.
Cristina and Owen shared another tender kiss, before Owen told her that he was going back to the hospital and would if possible arrange to come home early that afternoon. Cristina made Owen promise that he would not give details of the reasons she had gone home sick to anyone, and she snuggled under the comforter to have a nap. Growing a baby was exhausting work.
Cristina went into the hospital for her appointment with James the next day positively glowing, she had spent the evening and night talking to Owen about their impending parenthood, in between periods of lovemaking, and she was both exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time, Her beautiful new ring, caught the light, and sat proudly on her left hand, she would wear it when she could, and when she was in surgery, it would hang on a chain around her neck, there were many things that she would do for Owen Hunt, and in the whole scheme of things, wearing a beautiful ring was miniscule.
Owen had arranged to meet her upstairs so as not to raise suspicion amongst their colleagues, he was excited, and scared at the same time, and was frustrated, when the Chief held him up after surgery, with some questions about one of the new residents he had assisting him. Owen had somewhere to be, and not wanting to wait for the elevator, ran up the eight flights of stairs that took him to the 4th floor.. Cristina was there first, and was seated alone when James came in, he greeted her warmly and was asking her how she had been over the last week, when the phone rang. It was Clare, announcing that Dr Yang's fiancé was in reception for their appointment. James relayed this information with a smirk on his face, and Cristina laughed openly and said, you were right James, it was a lot to deal with on my own. I only told him yesterday, so he has had a lot to absorb in the last 24 hours, but I guess I was just too scared to do this today without him. Cristina stood up and went to the door to call Owen in.
Dr James Evans, this is Dr Owen Hunt, my fiancé, Owen this is James. The men shook hands, Owen smiled, his heart swelling at being introduced as her fiancé, and James asked Cristina if she was ready for her scan. Cristina went into the ultrasound room and repeated what she had done the previous week, however this week the stakes were higher, and she thanked god, or would have if she had been a believer, that Owen was there with her, holding her hand, and ready to celebrate with her, or hold her if things did not go right.
James started to move the wand over Cristina abdomen. He located Cristina's fallopian tube, and started to move the wand back and forth looking for any signs of her baby, both Cristina and Owen, could see the screen, and Cristina started to cry before James was able to locate her baby. Owen, who had also identified that the fallopian was clear from obstruction, squeezed Cristina's hand, and leant over to kiss her. Sorry James, she has been doing that a lot recently, smiled Owen.
Pregnancy hormones was all Cristina said, trying to wipe the tears that were still rolling down her face with the back of her hand. Get used to it Owen, laughed James, because here is your baby, exactly where we want it to be, so thankfully the pregnancy hormones will be around for about another seven months. At this point, both of them diverted their attention back to the screen, where James pointed out their baby's heartbeat ,and limbs. After congratulating them both, and printing out some copies of the scan, James left the room, giving Owen and Cristina the privacy they so desperately wanted. Cristina sat up, and stretched her arms up around his neck, pulling him towards her. Thank you for being here with me, and loving me, and being you, Cristina whispered against his mouth. Owen pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. Thank you, for agreeing to marry me, and having my baby, and making me a better man, he responded. Please marry me soon, I long to introduce you to someone as my wife. I'll make every man in the world jealous of me, he smiled waiting for her response.
Ok she said, how about next Wednesday, we both have the day off, lets go to city hall, I can't wait either. I am looking forward to being Dr Mrs Cristina Hunt. Owens eyes widened in surprise, and Cristina continued by saying, I want all our family to have the same name. Owen pushed his hand in her hair, in a move reminiscent of their first kiss, and bent his head to once again claim her lips.