A/N: Alright, this one is a bit short. But, it is fluffy and cute and I think you all will enjoy it! So...my Christmas gift to you: Owen/Cristina adorableness!

Feeling

Five Months

Their life was hectic. They were surgeons, after all. Their time and attention was not their own, it belonged to the patients who needed them, demanded them. They were employees, slaves of the trade and they answered promptly. It was the life they had chosen and for the most part they never considered anything different. What was more exhilarating than holding a beating heart in your hand? What created a better high than watching a lung go from immobile to a steady inhale, exhale? Both felt the wonder of their job, the mysticism.

Owen had always felt the limitations, though. It was what set him apart from his wife. He had seen personal relationships chipped away by the difficult hours until there was nothing left to hold onto. He had felt the stab of a lost patient.

Cristina had never doubted the job. To her, things were only black or white. Patients were strangers. Relationships were temporary. And then she landed in that OR, operating on her best friend's husband with a gun to her head and everything changed. She would never view her profession the same way, and with those five pregnancy tests things changed even further.

"What do you think?" Owen asked softly, laying a hand on her round belly. "Boy or girl?"

They were in bed, enjoying the few moments before both had to prepare for work. She propped an arm beneath her head and said, "I don't know. One or the other."

He laughed. "Yes, that is usually how it goes. Do you have a feeling one way or the other?"

"No, I don't believe in feelings, remember?"

"Right, the resident cynic."

"I'll be happy either way," she said. "As long as the baby is healthy and has my hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing, I just think that a kid with our mix of DNA would look better with my hair. And I have really good hair."

He smiled, bringing his face to hers to kiss her. "Yes, you do."

"I hope the baby has your eyes, though," she mused, looking into his blue orbs. "You have good eyes." Her eyes drifted shut when Owen slipped his hand under her shirt. "Either way, looks won't matter for our kid because it is going to a genius."

"Oh, really?"

"He has us as parents," she explained. "Meaning he will be smart. Very smart."

He slipped his hand out from under her shirt and traced the curve of her cheek as he kissed her quickly. "I think you're right. And you were wrong about not having a feeling about the baby."

"Huh?"

"You said he, Cristina."

"So?"

He grinned. "When you were talking about the baby just then you said he."

"I…well…it's natural to use the male pronoun," she explained slowly. "It's like a reflex, and…" she trailed off, laying a hand lightly on her belly. Her lips curled into a grin and he covered her hand with his own. "You're right," she admitted. "I have a feeling."

"A boy?"

She nodded. "Yeah, a boy."

A/N: I'm thinking next chapter will be the birth. Anything in between that you want me to touch on first?