Chapter Nine

"How is Yang?" Dr. Callie Torres asked in the early hours of the morning as she refilled her coffee cup after a rather tiring knee surgery as she had just found out about the Cristian-Owen baby drama and would be lying if she said she wasn't desperate for every detail that she could get.

She knew that Cristiana was safely sleeping and Owen was nowhere to be seen, he was probably freaking the fuck out. In the staff room there were other doctors like April, Jackson Avery, and Dr. Webber who was trying to stay out of all the drama.

"I heard from Karev that she's fine," Jackson said. "Both her and the baby, they got lucky. The baby is a little weak, but with Karev and Robbins looking after her she should be fine."

April looked sentimental. "Thank god."

"Still," Callie furrowed her eyebrows. "I can't imagine Yang with a baby, I always thought she would end up being the cool aunt that would take Sofia to get a tongue piercing or something. Who do think knocked her up, some guy is Switzerland because I heard those guys can be pretty hot."

"Ok, that's enough," Dr. Webber said blushing. "There will be no more talk of people sleeping with each other while I'm in the room."

"Still, who do think is the baby daddy?" Callie said.

"I heard is Hunt," Jackson said. "Come to think of it the both of them were pretty hot and heavy before Yang left for Switzerland."

"No, it can't be," April said innocently. "Cristina would have said something to Owen."

Callie let out a dry sarcastic laugh. "Come on this is Cristina Yang that we're talking about of course she wouldn't tell Owen. What about Hunt, has anyone see him. I'm guessing he must be pretty pissed.

"Ok, enough," Dr. Webber interrupted them. "I may not be chief of this hospital, but I do think that your co-workers deserve some privacy. Stop meddling, this is not your story to share. Now either get back to work or get some rest."

"Now don't be impatient, she's small enough as it is," Dr. Bailey said in her usual no nonsense tone, but there was a smile creeping on her face as she and an impatient Owen entered the nursery. "Now we send up some blood work to check for DNA along with some of your blood. We should have the results by noon today."

"Alright," Owen said as he looked across impatiently over the row of bassinets. Which one was his baby? "Is anything wrong with her?"

Bailey shook her head. "She's a little small and weak because she was born premature. Her lungs need to develop a little bit more. Nothing a few weeks in an incubator can't fix. In about two weeks she will be ready to go home."

"Home," Owen smiled. "Home, that's great. Dr. Bailey you're amazing and Dr. Robbins is amazing. I thank you really from the bottom of my heart."

Bailey tried to hide her blushing cheeks. "Now don't get all mushy on me, we do what we can." They stopped in front a bassinet where the baby was connected to a few wires, but nothing too bad. She was a small little thing with inky black hair on top of her little head. There was a small card that read BABY YANG and that she weigh four pounds and five ounces.

Alex was checking her heart. "Hey, man. She's doing fine." He said. "And I'm sorry about before that we didn't tell you."

"Let's not talk about that," Owen said touching the baby's hand. "Hello, my sweet girl." The baby curled up her tiny hand against Owen's finger. "Bailey, did you see that she curled her hand on my finger."

"I saw," she said.

"I need to think of a name," Owen said. "I can't keep calling her baby, though I never been too good with names."

"Valerie." Meredith said as she came up from behind them. "Valerie Theodora, Cristina told me before all of this happened." She said awkwardly. "Theodora for Teddy obviously and Valerie for some professor she used to have up at Stanford."

Owen gave a small smile even though he was hardly what you could call happy with Meredith and Cristian. "Valerie Theodora. It's a good name. Can I hold her?"

"Sure," Alex said as he fixed some of the wires. "Just try not to move her too much so that she doesn't tug on the wires."

Owen nodded as Alex placed the baby in his arms. Valerie fussed a little, but eventually settled into Owen's arms. Bailey smiled as she turned to Alex and Meredith. "Come on you two let's give them some privacy."

Meredith was waiting anxiously for Cristina to wake up, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning. She had to have woken up by now. She hadn't seen Owen since Meredith had told him that Cristina was planning on naming the baby Valerie.

Meredith was just glad that Valerie was doing ok, a sick baby was not going to better things off with the already agitated parents. Meredith saw that Cristina fluttered her eyes opened. "Cristina, you're awake. Hey, relax it Mer."

Cristina looked at little confused, but her vision finally seemed to settle. "Meredith, where am I?" she turned around looking slightly confused and panicky. "Why am I here? Why am I at a hospital?"

"Calm down," Meredith said quietly. "You suffered through eclampsia, Robbins had to perform surgery so that you and the baby could both survive."

Cristian looked ready to faint. "Surgery? Wait, Mer I'm a Sloan-Grey Memorial?"

Meredith slowly nodded. "There was no choice left Cristina. Derek was the one that found you nearly dead in our attic, it's a miracle that neither you or the baby suffered even more injuries."

Cristina bit her lip. "So Valerie is fine."

"Valerie is fine, a little small, but fine."

"And Owen, does he know."

"He knows."

"Crap."

-End of Chapter Nine-