Prompt 2 - Fidelity: the degree to which an electronic system accurately reproduces the sound or image of its input signal.

"Welcome to the world, Andrew Yang-Hunt. You've left your cozy womb and the world isn't an easy place. It's a fucked up world out there. But if I know -"

Cristina interrupts. "Mer, seriously. The kid just got here and you're already traumatizing him."

"He needs to know the truth up front," Meredith says. She turns back towards the baby in her arms. "If I know your mother, and I think I do, she's gonna teach you to tell the world to screw itself."

She returns Andrew back to the hospital crib. "You done good, Cristina."

"Do you think he'll make it out there? In the fucked up world?" Cristina asks, her hands playing with the blanket.

"He's got good genes. He'll make it."

"You think this bootleg Yang-Hunt got the good genes? What if he got the dark and twisty ones?"

Meredith shakes her head and grins. "I never thought I'd see the day. Cristina Yang, you're thinking like a mother."

"'Say what now?"

"A mother," she says with emphasis. "He's not even one day old and you're already scared and worried for him. That's a good thing. You and Owen are going to love this child. And everything else will fall into place."

"Thank you, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Knock, knock." Owen is at the door and he smiles at the two best friends.

Meredith sneaks one more look at Andrew and leaves, closing the door behind her.

"How are you feeling?" Owen kisses her forehead.

"Tired," Cristina yawns, "but good."

He places his hand on Andrew's cheeks and rubs gently. "He looks like you. Amazing. Beautiful. Cristina, thank you. You -"

"Sentimental fool." She doesn't let him continue.

He chuckles and looks at her. His eyes are bright and vivid.

"I think he looks like you," she says softly.