Cristina woke up the next morning with a throbbing pain coming from her backside.
"Ouch" she moaned as she squirmed in bed.
Owen woke up hearing her, "What's wrong" he asked rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"I think I've broken my ass" she moaned.
Owen couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey" she slapped him playfully, "It's not funny."
"It kind of is" he said still laughing.
Cristina moved to the edge of the bed and gingerly climbed out, as she did so Owen caught sight of a nasty looking bruise which was the culprit of her pain.
"Ohhh" he gasped, "that looks sore."
He climbed out of bed and ran over to the kitchen in search of something.
He returned with some painkillers and a glass of water.
"Here take these" he said handing them to her.
"Thanks" she murmured shoving the pills down her throat.
They made their way back into the kitchen.
"I'm starving" Cristina said taking a seat at the counter.
Owen smiled, "Breakfast coming right up" he said before busying himself in the kitchen.
A while later there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it" Cristina said.
She walked down the stairs wincing with each step, when she reached the bottom she stood on her tip toes to see through the peep hole.
When she saw who it was she groaned loudly, so loud that Owen heard it from upstairs.
"Who is it?" he asked from the top of the stairs.
Cristina had her back rested against the door, and had no intention of opening it.
"Cristina open the door" Owen said as he descended the stairs.
He took a look for himself and saw Helen Rubenstein standing nervously beside her husband Saul.
Another knock came through the door.
Owen turned to her, "Come on, you can do this" he said turning the lock.
The door swung open and Owen turned Cristina around to stand beside him. A similar picture was reflected as Saul pushed Helen forward to talk to her daughter.
"Good morning" Owen greeted the pair.
"This is a lovely place you've got here" Saul said peering in.
"Thank you" Owen replied. An awkward silence fell upon them as Cristina avoided eye contact with her mother.
Saul began whispering to his wife, "Don't you have something to say honey" he nudged her.
Helen reluctantly began to speak, "I'm sorry" she said quietly.
She looked into her daughters eyes trying to gauge her reaction but as per usual Cristina was impossible to read.
"And" Saul said trying to get her to elaborate.
Helen sighed, "And I shouldn't have tried to meddle, but I'm hurt that you didn't invite your own mother to your wedding let alone tell her you were pregnant."
All eyes were on Cristina now, Helen had done her bit and now it was her turn.
She sighed and pushed the door open more, "Come in Owen's making breakfast."
Helen and Saul were surprised but quickly obliged.
Cristina led the way up the stairs and quickly pulled on some more clothes.
Helen took her time walking up the stairs, she looked around every inch of the place, making observations.
"Is this the original floor?" she asked.
"Yes it is" Owen replied.
She began walking through every room her face displaying her thoughts on what she saw.
Cristina, Saul and Owen stood and watched her Owen continued answering the questions she threw his way.
"You did all the renovations yourself?" she asked Owen.
"Yes, it took a while, but we're finally happy with it." he answered, "Although we won't be staying much longer" he added.
Cristina shot him a look, they had barely even talked about it themselves never mind with her mother.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Oh because of the baby, we love this place but it isn't the safest" Owen replied giving Cristina a sympathetic look.
Helen nodded in response getting distracted by their furniture.
She moved into the bedroom, and picked up a framed picture on their dresser.
It was of Cristina and Owen on their wedding day.
Cristina watched her intently not sure how she would react.
She started to trace the picture with her finger, "I don't hate your dress" she said quietly.
Cristina approached her and stood beside her, "Thanks I guess."
"Owen looks nice in a tux" she adds still staring at the picture.
Cristina smiles looking over at Owen who is chatting with Saul.
"That he does" she replies.
Helen turns to look at her daughter setting the frame down, "You look happy" she comments.
Cristina pauses, "I am happy" she says placing her hand on her swollen belly.
Both women walk back over to join their husbands for breakfast in the kitchen.
Cristina walks round to Owen and he gives her a quick kiss and places his arms around her.
Helen observes them from the other side of the counter.
She almost doesn't recognise her daughter, she can't think of the last time she has seen her this happy, perhaps it was before her dad died.
"You're good for her" she says to Owen.
"She let's you touch her and she's different around you, good different. You make her happy."
Owen was taken aback, a smile grew upon his face, "Thank you Mrs Rubenstein, she makes me the happiest man in the world."
Cristina smiled at how cheesy he is and he places his hand on her bump.
Helens eyes followed his hand.
"I can't believe my Cristina is pregnant." she said smiling.
Cristina was surprised she didn't quite expect a positive reaction from her mum.
"I can't quite believe it either" she replied honestly.
"I'm going to be a grandmother" she said softly.
"How far along are you?" she asked her daughter.
Cristina smiled for some reason she didn't expect her mother to be excited for her, "Umm I'm nearly 18 weeks" she replied.
Helen stared at her belly, "Can I feel?" she asked.
Cristina scrunched up her nose, she only felt comfortable with Owen and Meredith touching her bump, "I guess" she said reluctantly.
Her mother placed a hand on bump and grinned. Afterward she caught Cristina off guard and brought her into a hug.
This was weird for them, they never hugged but here they were, it's not like Cristina had much say in it.
As she pulled away Helen whispered in her ear, "I like Owen, he knows how to decorate."
Cristina couldn't help but laugh, her mother had never openly liked anyone that she was in a relationship with before. But then again how could you not like Owen, he is pretty perfect she thought to herself.
They spent the rest of the morning eating breakfast and sharing comfortable small talk.
Owen got out photo albums and showed them their wedding photos as well as their recent ultrasounds.
Cristina was happy to be getting along with her mother.
Before they left to catch their plane back to LA, they made an agreement that Cristina wouldn't hide any more major life moments from her mother anymore and that Owen would call them as soon as their grandbaby was born. She also made Cristina promise to let her help with decorating their new place, Cristina had agreed to it mostly just to keep her sweet and get her to leave.
Cristina breathed a sigh of relief when Saul and Helen finally left, she was glad to get rid of them, but she had to admit it was nice to be getting along with her mother.
She and Owen had taken the morning off to spend with them but they now had to go to their shifts and they had their second ultra sound this evening, which Owen was most excited about.
"Told you it wouldn't be too bad" Owen said as they drove to the hospital.
"I'm good with mothers" he added.
She laughed at his cockiness.
He smiled over at her, "Of course you are" she said rolling her eyes.
"Don't forget about the appointment tonight at 6" he reminded her as they pulled into the hospital car park.
"I would never, I can't wait to find out the gender." she said.
Owen sighed "Cristina, I thought we decided we were going to wait."
She turned to face him, "You decided we were going to wait" she argued, "I decided that I want to know."
As Owen was about to dispute her his pager went off, "We'll talk about this later." he said giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the pit.
Meredith laughed as she seen her friend limping down the corridor, "Oh please don't tell me you got another burn." she said laughing.
Cristina glared at her, "No I fell out of bed" she said eliciting more laughter from Meredith.
"Want to hear something even more hilarious?" she asked her friend.
"Always" Meredith replied.
"I think I might be starting to like my mother" Cristina said quietly.
Meredith raised her eyebrows in surprised but stayed quiet to let her continue.
"She showed up this morning and wasn't a total ass, I mean I don't want to see her again anytime soon, but I guess she's not the worst."
Meredith smiled at her, "How very un-dark and twisty of you" she joked.
They started walking down the corridor together and Lexie caught up with them. She frowned when she seen Cristina waddling, "Oh no not another one" she said.
Cristina rolled her eyes, "I do not have another burn" she said slightly too loudly, drawing attention towards her from all the nurses near by.
By the time 6 o'clock rolled around, Cristina hadn't seen Owen all day. She had spent her afternoon in surgery with Dr Bailey and had heard of multiple large traumas which must have kept Owen busy.
She sat in the waiting room of the OBGYN floor watching the clock, she knew it must be really hectic in the pit for Owen to be missing their appointment. She wasn't annoyed with him, she would do the same thing, she just felt bad because she knew how he must be feeling. He had been looking forward to it since their first ultrasound and she knew he would feel guilty for missing it.
Her name was called, and she gave one last glance at the doorway before heading in.
"No Dr Hunt today?" the doctor asked.
She got settled on the exam table, "No he must've got held up" she replied.
"Well let's take a look at your baby" the doctor said placing the jelly on her stomach.
The doctor watched the monitor for a while, making Cristina grow anxious and suddenly wish Owen was there to hold her hand.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
The doctor smiled over at her, "Oh yes, that's one healthy baby."
Cristina sighed in relief.
"Would you like to know the gender" she asked.
Cristina froze, she knew she shouldn't.
She went to say no, but that wasn't what came out.
"Yes."