A/N: I chose the following date because it's my birthday and I wanted to sneak in that I just celebrated the day of my birth.

10 May 2016

Cristina placed her tray on the table and sat down. She had just given a lecture at the hospital after Webber called her and basically guilted her into it.

"How was it?" Alex questioned.

"I nailed it." She shrugged. "No surprise there."

Alex rolled his eyes and pushed his plate of fries closer to her.

"I heard you met Connor." Amelia stated.

Cristina looked up at her. "I did."

Amelia leaned in. "Isn't it weird how he kinda looks like Owen?"

"Yes! I thought it was just me!"

"No , I noticed it , too. I mean , it's impossible but the resemblance is uncanny!"

"Kinda creeps me out , I'm not going to lie." Cristina reached over and stole a handful of potato chips from Amelia's tray.

Alex watched them. "Wait. You two are friends now?" He gestured between them.

They looked at him. "Yeah." Cristina looked at Amelia and then back at Alex. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"I just thought..."

"Because we both dated Owen?" Amelia finished for him.

"Well , I married him."

Amelia looked at her. "Seriously?"

Cristina shrugged.

"It's just weird."

April sat down. "What's weird?"

"Yang and Shepherd are friends."

"Why's it weird? They're not fifteen year old girls fighting over a guy. They both dated him-"

"I married him."

"Cristina." Amelia looked at her again.

"And now they're not," April carried on. "And I think it's nice that they're friends."

Cristina looked at her and made a face. "You just made it weird."

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"Hey."

Cristina turned around and found Owen walking towards her. "Hey."

"I caught your lecture." He said as he caught up to her. "Well , the end of it. It was good."

She nodded. "Thanks." She looked around. "Where's Connor?"

"My mother. She takes care of him a few days a week."

She nodded again.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet him."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I just thought you'd think it's weird."

"I've heard that word a lot today." She said to no one in particular.

They were quiet.

"Do you ... wanna go get a drink?"

Cristina looked around at the empty parking lot. "I don't think so. Not tonight."

"One drink." He tried convincing her.

She looked at him for a long while and then dug her hands into her coat pocket. "Owen , I didn't come back for you." She said slowly and then watched confusion cross his face. "I didn't come back to meet your kid. I didn't even know you had a kid. You didn't care enough to tell me."

"I know. I just-"

"You told me I was enough ... Owen. You told me I was enough. And for a minute , I believed you. I did. Because things were going great. Our trips were working out well and you were planning to move to Switzerland and then ... it all just stopped." She shrugged. "Your calls went from every day to once a week and then to nothing at all. You didn't answer my skype calls and you always had excuses. You made me feel... " she paused. "You just changed your mind like you always do." she looked around again. "I'm not here for you. My friend died. My best friend needs me. I'm here for them." She started backing up. "I'm not here for you."

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15 May 2016

Cristina held her hand as they watched the screen , waiting.

"What if..."

"No."

"Cristina."

"Meredith."

"It's me. Something always goes wrong."

"Not this time. I promise."

Meredith held her eyes.

"There it is." The doctor announced and they both turned towards the screen again.

She heard Meredith inhale and she squeezed her hand.

"There it is." Cristina repeated.

"Well ," the doctor looked at the two of them. "Everything looks good. The fetus is on schedule and nothing looks abnormal." She pulled the sheet on Meredith's legs down and stood up. "Everything's looking good." She repeated. "I'll see you again in a few weeks. Call me if you have any questions or concerns. I'll leave my number with the receptionist as well as your next appointment date and time and a picture of your little baby." She looked at Meredith. "Congratulations, mommy." She smiled and then left the room.

They were quiet for a while. Cristina wasn't sure what the mood was or what to say so she just waited.

All of sudden , Meredith started giggling and Cristina looked at her.

"Mer?"

She covered her mouth with her hand , trying to stop the laughter as it grew.

"Meredith."

"It's just ..." she held her stomach as she laughed. "This is all so hilarious." She continued laughing and Cristina shifted uncomfortably.

"I mean , it's not." Meredith tried calming herself down and sat up. "It's sad and unfair but ..." she started laughing again. "We tried. We tried for so long to get pregnant and now ... that i finally am ... he's dead." She finished off with a laugh that echoed throughout her entire body and then she stopped. And then tears began to roll down her face as Cristina crawled in beside her, wrapping her arms around her friend. "This is so unfair." Meredith said softly.

"I know."

"He should be here."

"Yeah."

Meredith hugged Cristina against her and sighed. "I hope the baby survives my hostile uterus."

Cristina gave a small smile. "Me , too."

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Cristina stepped outside of the room and into the hospital lobby to answer her phone while Meredith got dressed.

"Hey."

"Hi." Shane sounded tired.

"How are things over there?"

"They're okay. Hospital is fine."

"You haven't burned it to the ground yet?"

She heard him laugh. "No. Not yet."

She sank down into one of the chairs against the wall and sighed. "How are Noah and Elizabeth?"

"Good."

"And you? How are you?"

He sighed. "Traveling between two time zones in two days without sleep and then running an entire hospital and household at the same time does things to you."

"So , you're great?"

He laughed again. "I'm great."

They were quiet.

"Owen has a kid."

Shane remained silent.

"Exactly."

"He has a kid?" He said after a long moment.

"Yep. A little boy."

"Amelia's?"

"Oh , no. He adopted him."

"Wow."

"I know."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah , why wouldn't I be?"

"Because he's Owen and you're Cristina and he has an actual child."

She sighed again. "I'm here for Meredith. Not him."

"I know."

They were quiet again.

"I'm so tired." She said after a while.

"Not getting much sleep?"

"No. I'm just ... tired." She rested her head against the wall. "Does this ever stop? The death and the heartbreak and the disappointments. Do you ever catch a break?"

"I don't think so." He answered honestly.

"That sucks."

"Yeah , it does."

Meredith emerged from the room and her eyes were all puffy and red and she looked like she hadn't slept in a week.

"I have to go. Meredith's here."

"Okay." He paused. "When are you getting back?" The tone of his voice tugged at her heart strings.

"Soon." She said softly. "I'll be home soon."

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