Chptr 11

Cristina was awoken by baby Sofia's cry. Cristina looked at the clock. "Oh, that's my girl." Cristina said smiling. "You let your scary, fairy god mother sleep in to 6! You're so good." Cristina bent down to pick Sofia up and walked over the make-shift change table.

"Okay little lady. Let's see whatcha got for me." Cristina pealed back the diaper.

"Oh, Sof! That's mashugana girl! Eww! Eww! Eww! Ewww!" Cristina continued to say "Eww!" all the way through changing Sofia's dirty diaper. Cristina got her dressed into a baby outfit that looked familiar. It was the outfit she got Sofia. Skinny jeans and a custom-made Clash onesie. Cristina picked Sofia up and had a proud look on her face. Damn, that's too cool for School, Sof!"

"Let's get you some grub."

The day taking care of Sofia went by fast. Cristina stuck to Sofia's schedule with ease. Minor baby flare ups but manageable. Sofia and her even managed to dance it out for a little bit during playtime and took a walk. It was late afternoon now and to Cristina's surprised she heard out a call,

"Cristina?"

"Owen, you're back?"

"Yeah, I took the early flight in. I had to see my girl," he said wrapping his arm around Cristina and Sofia. He placed his other hand on his wife's raised belly. Cristina moved her lips up to receive his deep welcoming kiss. "How's it going?"

Cristina sighed and smiled. "Great! It's been, she paused to look down and Sofia, great! My, god daughter is a magnificent little baby. She fussed a bit last night but nothing me and Madonna couldn't handle."

"That's wonderful, Cristina! I'm not gonna say it." Cristina rolled her eyes and Owen continued, "Oh wait, but I am, I told you so. I told you, you'd be a great mother."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Cristina exclaimed. "I'm not one yet. Just a god mother at the moment," Cristina smiled at her husband.

"Whatever. You're going to be great!|" So what are we doing, here?" Owen asked curiously.

"Well we're going to get her some supper in her, bathe her and then put her down. She comes up again at about midnight for another bottle."

Owen listened to his wife in amazement. Cristina was really taking this on and doing great.

"Owen can you get a bottle prepped for us why I go change her? No microwave. Do it the old fashion way so the nutrients stay intact."

"Got it, scary, fairy godmother."

"Very funny." Cristina winked at her husband.

"Okay baby, Sofia," Cristina's voice got really high all of a sudden and flipped into a melody Owen was not familiar with. Well at least not coming from Cristina – the hardcore, cardio god. "We're gonna change the diaper, gonna change the diaper."

Owen looked back and watched his wife doing a conga to the make-shift change table. He was awestruck. He simply could not get over his wife's actions. Her whole demeanour shifted when she held Sofia—the tone of her voice, the warmth on her face.

Owen grabbed the bottle out of the hot water from the pot and tested the formula on his wrist.

"One warm bottle at your service!" Owen said offering the bottle.

"Nope, it's your turn." Cristina said.

Cristina handed Sofia to Owen. He cradled her in his strong arm. He took a seat on the bed and lifted the bottle to Sofia. She started suckling on the bottle.

"Cristina! I'm feeding her," Owen said in amazement.

"I know. That's what we do," Cristina winked at her husband and cuddled up to him on the bed. "Can you believe we're going to have one of our very own in a few months?"

"We're going to be just fine." Owen said.

"I know." Cristina chirped back and rested her head on Owen's shoulder.

Cristina came out of the shower wearing a robe and towelled off her hair. "I forgot to mention, don't strip Sof down just yet, you'll want to let her poop before..."

"Ugggh!" Owen screamed.

Cristina continued, "...before you put her in the tub."

Cristina let out a burst of laughter. Owen was holding a naked Sofia who was content as could be as she just relieved herself over the tub just prior to getting in. Owen couldn't help laugh at the mess she created too.

"Okay, give her to me. You dump that out and sterilize it the crap out of that... (literally). (Owen smiled), and prep a tub for baby Sofia here. I'll get her cleaned up again."

"There we go, girl. All clean." Owen finished wrapping her up in a towel and walked over the pea pod to the bedroom."

"Check these out babe!"

"Those are fantastic!"

Cristina held up a pair of mini scrubs for Sofia.

"Sofia and I went for a walk and I picked these up. Great right?"

Cristina and Owen worked together dressing Sofia into her new surgical scrubs.

"Okay, it's my turn now. Give her to me." Cristina said. "I'm the freakin' Sofia whisperer."

"What do you mean?" Owen asked. "I kind of wanted to rock her to sleep."

"Umm, sorry hun." Cristina continued. "We sorted got a thing going. Trust me. I will swaddle her and well... you can watch."

Cristina finished the folding of her blanket. She popped in a disc.

Owen couldn't believe his eyes and ears. He saw his wife groove along to Madonna before but never with a baby. Soon enough Cristina had a sleeping baby in her hands. She placed Sofia in her play pen by the bed.

"Okay." Cristina whispered. "She probably come up around midnight for a bottle."

Cristina jumped into the bed to sit with Owen and nudged him.

"Ta-da!" Cristina whispered.

He wrapped his arms around his wife and flipped her onto her back. Cristina let out a joyful laugh. She quickly popped her hands over her mouth not to wake up the baby.

"You're amazing!" Owen said. "I knew in my heart you would be a wonderful mother. And now... and now, you do too." Owen gazed into Cristina's knowing eyes. They were welling up with tears of joy and relief. Owen wiped the tear that danced down his wife's face.