The 22nd Month Before – March
Cristina and Meredith have lunch together in the cafeteria.
"Thanks again for watching Robbie so we could go away for the weekend."
"Thank Owen, he did all the work." Cristina puts down her hot dog and sighs dramatically. Meredith braces herself.
"Mer, I have a problem."
"Go on."
"Every time I see Owen with Robbie, my uterus throbs. It's not supposed to do that."
"Why, Cristina!"
She scowls. "This is not me. I don't do warm and fuzzy."
"Have you talked with Owen about this?"
"No." Cristina sighs. "If I wanted to have a baby, he'd support me. If I didn't want to have a baby, he'd support me. We don't have to talk about this, I just know it."
She takes a deep breath. "He knows about before, about what happened and my busted fallopian tube. He never, ever, says anything about children, and when my mother starts hinting, he changes the subject. He knows I do not gravitate towards children, that I think they're noisy and messy, and I am rather dedicated to my career. But lately I see him with Robbie – who isn't that noisy or messy, by the way - or I see him with kids in the Pit, and my heart just melts. That man needs a child, damn it."
Meredith smiles. She knows that being with Owen has softened and transformed Cristina. It's always a pleasant surprise to discover how deep the changes have gone.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I'm not used to having a melting heart and throbbing uterus."
