Week twenty-one

"Get up!"

"Mmm..."

"I said get up!" she took his arm and tried to make him sit.

"One more minute Cris... can't you wait until the sun rises to yell at me?" he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"The baby kicked!"

He looked at her, serious, feeling like the world had stopped. He settled his eyes on her belly, placing a hand on it and caressing it slowly, then he kissed it softly.

"Come on, buddy. Kick again for me... do it for Daddy, okay?" he whispered.

Week twenty-two

"We have to see the doctor, are you coming?" she asked as she took her keys from the counter.

"Of course... do I have the time to shower first?"

"Yes, but do it quickly."

He looked at her, but when he opened his mouth to talk she cut him off. "I'm not coming. I said quickly."

When he disappeared in the bathroom, she smiled.

xxx

They were doctors, so they recognized the expression. When they saw the gynecologist getting pale and with a distressed look on his face, they knew that something was wrong.

"Why isn't he looking us in the face?" he asked her in a whisper.

"Is something wrong?" Cristina asked; she didn't dare to look at the screen.

The doctor turned his head to them, and nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry, but there is a problem with the baby."

"What problem?" he asked, staring blankly in front of himself.

"The heart of the baby-"

"The heart?" Cristina exclaimed terrified.

"You're both surgeons, so I'm sure you'll understand what I'm saying. The heart of your baby is outside of the chest. It's not as serious as it was many years ago though, one surgery and it will get better."

"Unless the baby squeezes the heart with its own hand." he added bitterly, and the gynecologist nodded.

"I'll schedule the surgery for as soon as possible. Oh, and do you want to know the sex of the baby?"

"Yes." she whispered, glancing briefly at the ultrasound machine.

"It's a girl.

xxx

"Cristina." he stopped her as she was opening the door of the apartment, and took her hand. "I love you."

xxx

"I love you too." she said that night, laying in his arms.

Week twenty-three

"How is it going?"

"Addison's operating on them." Meredith answered sitting on a chair in the waiting room. It was cold.

"It will be alright."

xxx

"Hey." he caressed her hair, smiling warmly. "Our girl is perfect now."

"She's always been perfect." she answered back.

"Now she's healed."

She sat up and kissed him, their tears mixed on their faces.

Week twenty-four

"Cristina, what are you eating?" he asked as he sat beside her on the bed of the on-call room and kissed the top of her head.

"Tacos." she took one bit. "With cream."

"It's disgusting." he told her.

"It's yummy."

His eyes widened. "Did you just say 'yummy'?"

"Shut up." she hit him playfully on his chest, as he started laughing.

She laughed with him. "Give me that juice."

"What's this?" he asked observing the liquid's color."

"Strawberry and kiwi mixed together."

"Disgusting." he said again.

Week twenty-five

"Come with me." he too her hand and guided her through the hallways of the hospital, walking slowly.

"Where are you taking me? It's past midnight and I want to go home... And someone could see us. And..."

"Shh... I'm taking you to the OR."

"Is there an emergency?"

"Can't tell you." he smiled, opening the door,

"No one is here." she commented.

"I know. Just the two of us." he got closer to her.

"Oh, I got it, you want to have dirty sex in the OR!"

"No." he grinned a little. "I want to ask you... to ask you if you'll marry me."

Cristina didn't say anything, shocked.

"What, do I have to get to my knee? I didn't think you'd like it."

As an answer, she kissed him softly.

"Oh, and I have the ring." he told her, running his hand through her hair with a shy smile.

She watched as he took it from his pocket, and opened the black velvety box.

Wow, gold, she thought when she saw it; she touched it hesitantly, amazed by the shining diamond and, mostly, by its meaning: they were getting married.