Cristina stood inside the door of the NICU as she watched the nurses settle her last patient of the day into his isolette. After they settled the patient, she bent over the isolette one last time to assess the baby's heart tones. Everything was clear and even as it should be.

She stood to face the parents, speaking to them quietly about the repair she made and what to expect over the next few days. After answering their questions she pulled herself away from the bedside and made a quiet exit from the NICU.

As she passed the well baby nursery, she paused to see that there'd been a great influx of babies over the past few hours. Watching the babies quietly, she began to wonder in her mind what her child would look like.

The only trait that she really wanted her child to carry was Burke's dimple. She knew it was a silly and errant hope, but the child she pictured in her mind had his dimple. She let a faint smile play across her lips as she knew in her heart that clefts and dimples were dominant genetic traits and that the chances of their child having one was strong.

Cristina took notice of the nurse's staring at her bewildered through the glass window and she made a face before turning to start back down the hall. Her mind traced back over the baby that would be hers soon enough and she lost control of her thoughts once more. She'd never bothered to ask Burke what he wanted, but she was sure he'd use that corny line of 'The sex doesn't matter as long as it's healthy'. She rolled her eyes at the mere thought.

Every person trying to conceive had a picture of their ideal child in their head, and they were only lying to themselves if they claimed not to. Cristina had her picture formed, and if she was going to have to be a mother, she knew exactly what she wanted.

She wanted a boy.

Girls were too much hassle in her mind. There were the ribbons and the bows and the dates and the proms and all of the things that she couldn't be interested in. She had a strong fear that if she had a daughter that she'd want to do ballet, and she couldn't bring herself to let her child do ballet. Not after what happened to her as a child.

She silently chided herself for her overactive imagination and as she rounded the corner she bumped into Burke, who seemed as preoccupied as she did.

"Dr. Yang." He spoke quietly, his tone slightly amused.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Burke." She glanced up at him with sparkling eyes.

His eyes trailed up and down her body and he cleared his throat, "You're hanging out by the nursery now, Dr. Yang? Are you considering a change of specialty?"

Cristina made a sour face, "No, Dr. Burke. I had a surgical patient in the NICU. I was just on my way back to my office to do my postoperative note. What brings you to this part of the hospital?"

Unphased by her accusatory tone he shrugged, "I wanted to see the babies."

A small laugh escaped her lips and she shook her head at him softly, "My note can wait, Dr. Burke. Perhaps you have a few minutes to spare?" She started back towards the surgical unit without him, knowing that he'd quickly follow behind her.

"What did you have in mind, Dr. Yang?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, lowering her voice as they approached the elevators, "I just figured that making your own offspring was a lot more entertaining that looking at somebody else's."

Burke watched her carefully as she stepped onto the elevator and his heart swelled in his chest just a little. He knew that he'd been excited since the moment that she'd said that therapy would be expensive, but he'd never sensed that she was excited about this child.

It wasn't like her suggestion of working on their own offspring was an enormous revelation in terms of most people, but for Cristina it was huge. She hadn't pushed him away whenever he wanted to make love to her, but she certainly hadn't initiated it recently either. His mind traced over the implications of her making the suggestion and he couldn't help but smile wider as he pressed his lips to hers.

She pulled away for a moment, a grin playing upon her lips at the sight of his. "What is that look for?" She breathed, studying his face closely.

He shook his head as he bent to kiss her again, softly. "Nothing." She fell silent again as his hands wandered over her body, tugging at clothing. He couldn't help but be happy at that moment. It was just being next to her and having her in his arms. It was so much more than that to him. For the first time, he felt like he wasn't the only one who wanted this baby.

For the first time, he felt like Cristina was ready to be a parent with him.