It had been a year since the plane crash. A year since they began to rebuild there marriage. So much can happen in a year.

Cristina was at home resting on the couch. As she placed her hands on her very round baby bump she began to recall the details of the past year.

First came the sessions with Dr. Wyatt. She had given them several questions to answer. One of the hardest questions for her had been why did she not want children. Of course her first answer had been because she was a surgeon first. Dr Wyatt pushed her to examine why she was putting her career above everything else in her life.

It was very hard to face the past but that is exactly what she had to do. Why did she put her career first... because it would never leave her. All of the male figures in her life had deserted her. Her beloved father who had promised to always take care of her and walk her down the isle had left her when she was only nine. She had put all of her focus on her studies as she had completed her PhD and MD. Then she met Dr. Burke. She thought... she thought she loved him. She was even going to consider having a baby with him... but he wanted to change her. Plus he left her at the alter. No wonder she didn't want to have a baby. She did not want to be left to have to try to juggle a career and raise a child by herself.

Once Owen saw the pain in her past he couldn't blame her for not wanting children. He told her that he would give up his family dream for her... but that made her realize something. He loved her. He did not want to change her into something she wasn't. He would not ask her to give up her career. He would stand by her and support her through the journey.

One night as they laid in bed she asked him what the family he dreamed of as a child looked like. He said he always pictured himself married with a beautiful wife and one or two children. He smiled at her and said "Don't worry... I got the married and beautiful wife part... that is the most important." She took a deep breath thinking carefully how she wanted to say this. "Owen, do you promise you will never leave me...and you love me for who I am?" "Of course I love you for who you are and I will never leave you." "Then I have a proposition." she replied. "I don't want us to "try" to have a baby... but if it happens it happens. As long as you promise to always be there... and that I still get in on all the awesome surgeries." The smile that came across Owen Hunt's face was priceless. "I promise... now can we start practicing... cause practice makes perfect."

A month later she spent what felt like the longest three minutes of her life waiting to look at a stick in their bathroom. She was surprised at how excited she had been to see the plus sign. To tell Owen she had taped a strip of paper that said daddy across chief of surgery desk plaque. He spent the next few months holding her hair and rubbing her back as morning sickness hit her hard. They both really enjoyed the second trimester as the increase in hormones combined with the disappearance of morning sickness brought a lot of heat to their bedroom. He beamed with pride as they left the anatomy scan and found out that the baby she was carrying was a little boy. Later that evening they had laid in bed discussing names. He turned to her and asked, "What was your father name?" "Charles Yang... why?" she replied. "How does Charles Owen Hunt sound to you... we can call him Charlie." She had no words but only smiled at him as tears ran down her cheek. She knew right then that she had not made the wrong decision to have this baby with her person.

A nice strong kick from the baby brought Cristina back to the present. She glanced at the clock and realized how late it was getting. Almost as if he heard her thoughts her phone buzzed. Cristina there has been a three car accident with multiple injuries. I promise I will be home as soon as I can. Page me 911 if you need anything. She just smiled. She knew he hated leaving her alone these past few days but she really was fine. She went to the kitchen and placed cereal bowls spoons and the cereal on the table. At least that would be ready for them to eat when he finally was able to get home. Then she decided to take a nap on the couch. She knew she needed all the sleep she could get because in a few days someone else would dictate her sleep schedule.

She had only been asleep about an hour when she woke up with a sharp pain across her abdomen. It didn't last long... only about thirty seconds. Braxton hicks she thought. Just as she began to doze off another pain. "No no no," she said to her stomach. "We cant do this tonight. He has been at work all day and he will be exhausted and we all need a good nights sleep first... ok." She sat up and looked at the clock as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs of the firehouse. "Hey," she said as he reached the top. "Hey" he replied. She could tell by the look in his face that it had not been a good night. He came and set down beside her and put his arms around her. "How did it go?" she asked. "We lost 3 but the other 4 should make full recoveries." "Sorry," she whispered. "Hey are you hungry. There is cereal on the table." "Nah, lets just go to bed... I am exhausted." he replied.

As they crawled into bed Cristina wondered how she was going to manage laying still when pains racked her body every 5 minutes. She just decided she would have to make herself... he needed some sleep. However, it didn't take him long to notice that she could not get comfortable. "Do you need another pillow?" he asked. "No I am fine you just get some sleep." she replied. As they laid side by side he slipped his arm around her holding her close. That is when he felt it. Her stomach went rock hard and he could feel a change in her breathing. "Cristina are you ok?" he questioned. "I am fine." she said... knowing he knew better. A few minutes later another contraction hit her hard. They were coming closer and harder and she began to question if she was ready for this. "Cristina," he said as he sat up. "Stop trying to hide that you are in labor. How far apart are the contractions." "No you need to sleep I am fine." she said "Cristina, look at me. I couldn't sleep now if I tried. How far apart are the contractions?" "Three to four minutes," she whispered. "Alright, lets go. Time to head to the hospital." he said as he jumped out of bed and pulled on his jeans. "Wait! I don't think I am ready to do this!" she said. He could see the fear in her eyes. He went around to her side of the bed, stood her up and pulled her close. "Yes you are and I will be right here with you the whole time." The tone of his voice was comforting and as she looked into his deep blue eyes she knew he was right. It was a good thing they left when they did. As they made their way down the steps of the firehouse her water broke. Things began to speed up and Owen was very grateful they didn't live far from the hospital.