Disclaimer: Shonda owns Grey's and the song is You're Having My Baby from Glee.
Rating: K
Written for Sofia, she requested I write a songfic to this song.
Cristina was sitting in bed, not pouting, her arms crossed resting on her very pregnant belly. She was 53 months pregnant and recently put on bed rest. She was annoyed, bored, and pissed off but she was definitely NOT pouting.
Ok…maybe she was a little bit. But it was allowed. Bed rest? Seriously? She had four weeks until her due date and her lovely son decided she couldn't cut anymore and had to, instead, spend those four weeks at home. On bed rest. While her stupid husband with his stupid boy penis got to go to work and cut and save lives. Sure, it was just as hard growing a life but saving and growing at the same time – so much better.
She looked over – still not pouting but maybe a little bit – and saw the aforementioned stupid boy penis possessing stupid husband come in their room with his stupid guitar.
He sat on the bed with her, slightly out of reach. He wasn't stupid all the time.
And he was looking at her.
He was looking at her in the way that made her melt. She would resist the melting. She was mad. Mad and pouting.
Then he started to play his stupid guitar. He knew she liked it when he played for her! Damn him!
That wasn't all. He started singing while playing his stupid guitar with the look that made her melt.
You're having my baby,
What a lovely way of saying how much you love me,
You're having my baby,
What a lovely way of saying what you're thinking of me
I can see it; your face is glowing,
I can see it in your eyes, I'm happy you know it
Resist!
That you're having my baby,
You're the woman I love and I love what it's doing to ya,
You're having my baby,
You're a woman in love and I love what's going through ya,
The need inside you, I see it showing,
Oh the seed inside you,
Baby do you feel it growing,
Are you happy you know it?
Maybe the guitar wasn't so stupid. She really loved when he sang to her. The baby did too. He was kicking more than he was before Owen came in and started playing.
That you're having my Baby,
You're the woman I love and I love what it's doing to ya,
You're having my baby,
You're a woman in love and I love what's going through ya,
The song was good. She would never admit that to anyone. Cristina Yang did not like cheesy songs. But she liked this one.
Didn't have to keep it, wouldn't put you through it,
You could of swept it from your life,
But you wouldn't do it, no you wouldn't do it.
No she wouldn't. She was freaked out when she found out she was pregnant but there was no way she could have gotten rid of Owen's baby.
And you're having my Baby,
You're the woman I love and I love what it's doing to ya,
You're having my baby,
You're a woman in love and I love what's going through ya,
The guitar and the singing and the make-her-melt look were working. Bed rest might not be so bad if he sang to her everyday.
You're having my Baby,
You're the woman I love and I love what it's doing to ya,
And you're having my baby,
You're a woman in love and I love what's going through ya,
When he was done, he put down his guitar, leaned across the small space between them and kissed her sweetly.
He broke the kiss after a short time and sat next to her. He put an arm around her and she snuggled into his body.
"You're not pouting anymore," he said with a satisfied smile.
Out of habit she guided his hand to where their son was kicking.
"I don't pout."
"Ok," he replied to appease her. Even if they both know she did. It was cute.
Yeah you're having my baby