The 13th Month Before - December
Cristina comes into their apartment at 10:30 pm. She sees Owen and Robbie sitting on the couch, watching one of Owen's train DVDs. "He's still up?"
"He couldn't sleep." Owen tucks a blanket around Robbie and says "We're going to go into the other room and talk. Yell if you need us." Robbie nods, his attention on the TV. Cristina leans over and ruffles Robbie's hair before following Owen.
Owen shuts the bedroom door as Cristina lies down on the bed with a huff. He lies down next to her and wraps her arms around her and strokes her hair. "How is Meredith?"
"Devastated. Physically, she is not in any danger. Derek asked if we could keep Robbie for the night and I said yes."
"How are you?"
Cristina bites her lower lip. "I feel awful. I really was happy for her, for them. When she told me she was pregnant, I was a little jealous, yes, but I got over it quickly. Just because we're not getting anywhere doesn't mean they can't be happy. Now none of us are happy."
They lie there in silence before Cristina speaks softly. "Can you do something for me?"
"Anything."
She sighs and snuggles closer. "When they found out it was going to be a girl, I bought this dress I saw in a store. A pink, frilly dress. I don't do pink or frilly, but this dress called out to me and made me buy it. Can you return it for me? I can't go back to the store, I really, really can't."
"I'll do it."
