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Meredith and Cristina were hanging out in the bathroom adjacent to Meredith's bedroom. Although this wasn't a usual occurrence, it was reminiscent of a particular moment in their years as interns. This time Meredith sat on the lid of the toilet, while Cristina was sitting, fully clothed, in the empty claw-footed bath tub; the similarities ended there. Three pregnancy tests sat on the edge of the sink and Cristina was using her phone to keep time.

"I don't know why we couldn't have just done a blood test," Cristina complained, breaking the silence.

"Because we're off today and it would have been weird if we were only there for half an hour," Meredith replied.

Cristina tucked a stray curl behind her ear, "But we're just going to do one tomorrow anyway."

"I didn't question your crazy when you dragged me off to do an ultrasound after your stick turned blue," Meredith pointed out.

"I have a history, I just wanted to make sure everything was good," Christina replied, shrugging.

"Still, I didn't question your way. So, don't question mine!"

Cristina smirked at Meredith in response then, after a beat, asked, "So, if you are pregnant, how pregnant are you?"

"Not as pregnant as you," Meredith retorted, knowing she sounded a little immature but not really caring. It was Cristina after all.

Cristina laughed, "Are you calling me fat?"

"No, you're not even showing yet!" When had they ever had a conversation like this? Not any time Meredith could recall; it was kind of scary, but in a good way.

Cristina rubbed her hands over her stomach, "Owen seems to think I am, a little bit."

"You're what? Thirteen weeks?" Meredith estimated, more to herself, "But you're really skinny to begin with, so it's possible."

"Stop talking about me being fat and check your tests," Cristina waved impatiently at her person, "Your time is up."

Meredith got up, went to the sink, and read each of the tests then turned to Cristina. "Your baby has a person."

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The pregnant duo, a name they had coined for themselves, sat together at the bar at Joe's. They were waiting for their other halves to get there so they could all go out to dinner. It was Derek and Owen's idea of course, but it sounded like fun. Lately, anything involving food sounded like fun to the twisted sisters.

"Why are you two hanging out here?" Joe asked, aware of both their delicate conditions.

"Why wouldn't we?" Cristina asked with a shrug, eating a peanut.

"Because you're both pregnant," Joe replied, refilling Meredith's water.

"So?"

"Don't mind her. She's grumpy because she thinks she's fat," Meredith explained, "She popped, which we think is adorable, but she thinks she's fat. And she didn't get a good surgery today to make her feel better."

Joe nodded in understanding, "How far along are you guys now?"

"I'm eleven weeks and Cristina is seventeen weeks," Meredith told him, "How are Walter and the twins?"

"Sweet of you to ask, but they're really good!" Joe replied with a smile. "Soon enough we'll all be able to compare notes and pass around pictures."

At that, Cristina pulled something out of her bag and put it on the bar for Joe to see.

"Well, look at that!" he picked up the picture and grinned as he took in its contents.

Cristina smiled, her mood lifting at the opportunity to show off the ultrasound picture to someone who hadn't seen it yet; of course, the extra estrogen probably also served as an additional influence. "I'm having a girl."

"Aw, girls are great!" Joe grinned, "They're heaps of fun, and there's so many cute clothes to get them!"

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Meredith and Cristina sat together at a table in the cafeteria. At fifteen weeks, Meredith had just popped out a cute baby bump, but still managed to fit into her normal scrubs. Cristina was twenty-one weeks and slightly pissed off that she'd had to upgrade to a larger size. Owen told her she looked beautiful but he always thought that, so Cristina decided his opinion was biased.

"Peanut has started kicking harder," Cristina told Meredith. They each had a nickname for their respective babies so that they had something to call them instead of 'the baby' or 'it'. Cristina and Owen's baby was called Peanut.

"Really?" Meredith grinned, "That's exciting!"

"It is," Cristina nodded in agreement, "Owen has been waiting, not so patiently, to be able to feel her kick. Although, it isn't very exciting during surgery. It's slightly distracting, actually."

"I bet it is. I think I've been feeling The Bean move around a little bit," Meredith reported.

"Yeah, you'll be able to feel it anytime now," Cristina nodded, pausing a second before adding, "How weird is this conversation for us?"

Meredith laughed, "We're becoming mommies!"

Cristina munched thoughtfully on her salad, "Oh hey. You were supposed to find out if The Bean was a boy or a girl this morning."

"We're having a girl," Meredith grinned.

"Peanut is excited about that," Cristina replied with a smile, her hand unconsciously running over her stomach.

"The Bean is glad that Peanut is excited," giggled Meredith.

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Meredith waddled to the nurses' station and noticed Cristina sitting on one of the rolly chairs behind the counter. Pulling up a chair of her own beside her best friend, she lowered herself carefully down onto it.

"Aren't you supposed to be home?" Meredith asked, certain that Cristina was supposed to be on maternity leave.

She nodded, "Yes, but I'm having contractions. They're only about fifteen minutes apart right now but it's a lot easier being here and yelling at interns than it is being at home by myself."

"Does Owen know?" Meredith asked.

"Nope," Cristina shook her head, "That's how I'm here. If he knew, we would both be at home – which seems pointless. So I'm here."

"When are you going to tell him?"

"I'm thinking probably when my water breaks," Cristina replied, "Mia seems to be taking her time, so no reason to have him hovering when there's nothing to do."

"Well The Bean hopes her person is born today," Meredith smiled. Talking about the babies like this was fun.

"Yeah, well Peanut –"Cristina was cut off by a contraction. She gripped the arms of the chair and closed her eyes, breathing deeply through her nose while it ran its course. After it passed, she remarked, "Peanut wants to cause me as much pain as possible. But little does she know, as soon as I can, I'm getting an epidural."

"That sounds like a great plan."

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Meredith sat propped up on her hospital bed, staring at the little pink bundle in her arms. Derek had gone to call his mom and sisters to give them all the details, and to find her some food. Emma Shepherd had Derek's bright blue eyes and her light hair.

She looked up when she heard someone walk in and saw her person carrying Mia in a red baby sling.

"Hey," Meredith smiled, "Look at her hair!"

Cristina sat on the edge of her bed, "I know! It's grown so much and she's only four weeks old!"

"And it's so red!" Meredith reached over to run her hand over Mia's soft, baby hair, "There's no question who her daddy is."

Cristina laughed, "Not at all. Peanut wanted to come see her person."

Meredith shifted the new baby so that she was closer to Cristina and Mia. "The Bean was so excited to meet her person that she decided to come two weeks early."

"These two are going to be trouble makers, I can see it already," Cristina pronounced, putting a finger in Emma's hand and smiling as the tiny digits clutched it.

"Just like us," Meredith pointed out.

"Without the tequila and inappropriate men, and…stuff," Cristina hoped.

Meredith nodded, "But the pink hair might be okay."