The News.
Cristina stared down at the three tests in her hand. All reading the same thing. Positive, positive and positive. She was pregnant. Cristina bit her lower lip slightly as she wrapped each individual test in tissue, wondering what she would do with each one. Would she show him them all, or just one? Would he be happy about it? She left the bathroom and placed them on top of the beside cabinet before lying down on the bed. They had been dating for a year and half and it had been pure bliss. 8 months later and he had proposed to her. At first she was apprehensive, then she came round to it as she knew he loved her. She could see it in his eyes. That and both her and Jackson wanted similar things in life. To be successful surgeons who could balance both home and work life. Now she was happy, happy with the man that knew exactly how to treat her and exactly what she wanted. After a month of marriage, Jackson had brought up his views on children. He didn't want them, but if it happened he would be okay with it. He would be happy if it happened and he would love the child. Cristina was indifferent about his decision. Cristina was sure she wasn't the most maternal person and that the child would hate her, so she never brought up the topic again. Now that they were married and they were both attendings, she didn't know how to feel now she was pregnant. She didn't feel happy or sad, she just felt anxious. Anxious on telling him, and how Jackson would take the news of impending fatherhood.