The 15th Month Before - October
He finds her sitting on the bathroom floor, surrounded by charts and holding a pregnancy test, with tears in her eyes.
"Cristina – what is going on?"
"It's negative, damn it," she mutters. She doesn't care that her surprise is ruined. Nothing is working.
Owen exhales softly as he crouches down next to her and looks at the papers scattered on the floor, including a calendar. He looks at the stick in her hand. "You're – you're trying to get pregnant?"
She nods sadly, unable to look at him. "Every time I see you playing with Robbie, I think about what a good father you would be. I want to see you with your own children."
He silently strokes her hair.
"I've been trying to get pregnant for six months. I've been tracking my temperature and ovulation cycles and nothing is happening. My stupid fallopian –" she falters.
He pulls her into an embrace. He knows about the ectopic pregnancy in her before. That's why he's never brought up the topic of children.
"I didn't realize until now how much I want a baby for myself too," she mumbles against his chest.
He tilts her face towards his and wipes away her tears. "Thank you for doing this," he whispers. "We'll keep trying."