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-Owen works at SGH and he didn't marry Cristina and they broke up;

-Burke didn't leave after the non-wedding;

-George didn't die;

-Mark works there;

-EVERYONE IS SINGLE (even Derek!);

-Finn is FRIEND with Meredith, so he's around the hospital;

-Denny didn't die and he's Izzie's friend, but they are not together;

-Jackson already is at SGH, and so is Charles (who didn't die);

-The Chief is divorced;

-Nurse Tyler (3) is a really good friend of Cristina, Meredith and Alex.

You go with the bets! XD

Oh, and Izzie didn't leave. Just because.

When she had sex, she usually used a condom. Really. But this time, this time she wanted to feel, feel him all, so she prayed him not to use one.

When she bought a pregnancy test a few weeks later it wasn't because she was feeling strange or nauseous or because she had skipped her period. She just wanted to be sure, because she forgot to take the pill.

When she peed on the stick, the last thing she expected was for it to be positive.

Week six

"Um... hi." she said on the phone, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking at herself in the mirror.

"Hi. Want me to come over?"

"No. You need to be serious. You need to be serious, because... because there's something you need to know. Okay? So shut up."

"Fine." she could picture him rolling his eyes and trying not to make jokes about sex.

"What?" he asked when she said nothing.

"I'm pregnant!" she snapped, more rudely than she wanted to.

And then she started to sob hysterically.

"What are we gonna do?"

"I-I..."

"Cristina."

"Shut up! I don't know, okay?"

"I want you to keep it, Cristina."

Week seven

"No way."

"Meredith."

"No freaking way!"

Cristina stared at her person in annoyance. She was telling her she was pregnant and all she could say was 'no way'? She was pregnant, so what? It wasn't even the first time. With the difference that the first time she only told her because she was going to have an abortion, and now she was telling her because she wanted an advice on what to do.

"Oh. Okay. So you're not joking."

Cristina rolled her eyes. "No, Meredith, I'm not joking. I'm seriously freaking pregnant, like with a life growing inside me, and I don't know what to do, and if I have an abortion the father of that... thing will never look at me with respect again because he wants me to have a baby and be an happy crappy family with a mommy and a daddy and maybe even a dog."

"You're having sex with someone!" Meredith yelled; the hallway was almost desert fortunately.

"Did you just find out earth is spherical? Seriously, how did you think I got pregnant?"

"Cristina, it's just... you didn't tell me!"

"I'm telling you know."

"It's not the same thing! Who is he, by the way? Do I know him? Does he work here?"

"I don't want to tell people yet... I don't even know if I'll keep it."

"But I'm not 'people', I'm your person remember?"

"Sorry Mer."

Week eight

He took her by her arm discreetly and pulled her in the supply closet on their right. He looked at her angrily, with his arms crossed on his chest.

"I waited, but now I need to know what you are gonna do. I know this is scary and that you need your spaces. And that it's crazy that we're even together. But I'll be there, okay?" now his look was reassuring, and even if she was uncertain, she was finally reaching the end of all this thinking.

"I want to keep it too."

"I won't leave, I promise." he touched her softly, with a half-smile growing on his face. She smiled and hugged him, as something beautiful filled her with happiness and joy.

Week nine

"When are we going to tell the Chief and Bailey that we're pregnant?" he was not used to stay at her place for the night, but since they had decided to have the baby there was a sort of silent agreement saying that they were more serious now, that they were going to be, after all, a real couple.

"First of all," she said as she put on her favorite green T-shirt, " 'We' are not pregnant – I am. And then, I'll tell Dr. Webber in a few weeks. But I'm not telling that you're the father, not yet."

"Okay." he rolled his eyes, knowing that she would always have the last word.

She tensed up, bringing her hand to her mouth and biting her tongue, as a wave of nauseahit her.

She threw open the door of the bathroom, closing it behind her in a loud noise.

He didn't know what to do, it was the first time it was happening. After a few moments, he decided on knocking. "Cristina? Can I come in?"

He heard nothing in response, but he entered anyway, finding her sitting on the floor, her eyes lucid, her face paler that ever.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sitting beside and taking her hand in his.

She nodded slightly, putting her chin on her knees.

He held her tight for what seemed like hours, until they both realized they were running late.

Week ten

Cristina swallowed when the OB/GYN entered the exam room, and looked up at him, who squeezed her hand, terrified as well.

After all, they were going to see their little baby for the very first time.

"Before we start, I'd want to ask you if this is your first pregnancy." he said putting his gloves on and looking at Cristina.

She looked away, uncomfortable.

The silent started to become heavy, and Cristina still didn't let the words come out of her mouth.

"She was pregnant some years ago." he said looking down at her. "But after the first few weeks... she lost the baby because of an ectopic pregnancy. They operated on her urgently and... she lost one fallopian tube."

At that point Cristina finally breathed again, and glanced at him, not believing that the thing was touching her so much when back then it had not been hard.

"It's hormones." he and the doctor said at the same time.