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"Baby, It's You"

Grey's Anatomy Fanfic

Cristina/Burke

Rating+14

Summary: This story takes place about a year from now. Cristina and Burke are married and...well, read to find out! Reviews appreciated. J

Chapter One

"Preston, I look like a beached whale."

Preston looked up and laughed, leaning over to kiss her gently. "Cristina, you're nearly nine months pregnant. You're beautiful."

She glared at him pitifully. Some women glowed while they were pregnant. Cristina growled.

He laughed, looking at her face. "I love you," he said quietly. He laid his hand on her stomach and looked towards it. "I love you, too," he murmured. Cristina smiled, blushing brightly. "You should be going. You're going to be late."

He looked at her, beaming. "Okay. But I hate leaving you, you're so close to term. If you need anything, anything, I want you to page me immediately. And I'll be here."

Cristina grinned, pushing him towards the door of the house they'd moved in to right after their wedding. "I will. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay. I'll call you when I'm at lunch."

Cristina nodded, and Preston leaned over to kiss her again as he stepped out onto the steps. "I love you."

"You better." She kissed him, and he laid his hand on her stomach again. "Bye."

"Bye. I love you, Burke."

He pecked her on the cheek, before heading down the steps to his car.

Cristina walked back towards the living room, resting on the couch with a glass of warm milk. She closed her eyes, and within moments was fast asleep.

It was almost 11 o'clock when she woke up with a groan. She bent over, clutching her stomach, breathing hard. Oh, my god. The baby's coming.

She clutched her stomach, trying to think. It was Meredith's day off. The house her and Burke had picked out was only a couple blocks from 613 Harper Lane, Meredith, Izzie, and George's house. She grabbed the phone.

Meredith picked up on the second ring. "Hello?" She asked, obviously just waking up. "Mer, I think I'm having contractions."

A few blocks away, Meredith sat up in her bed. "Cristina? Oh, my god. Hold on, I'm on my way."

Cristina grimaced for the next few minutes, the contractions coming closer and closer together. Meredith hurried into the house, wearing wrinkled jeans and a "Dartmouth" sweatshirt she had obviously slept in. "Cristina!" She exclaimed, running forward. "Are you okay? Come on, I'll take you to the hospital." She rushed Cristina out the door and into her Hummer, driving as quickly as she could with it being safe. They hurried into Seattle Grace, Meredith, arm around Cristina, pulling her forward. "Hello?" She said to the woman at the desk. "My friend is in labor. She's a week early." The woman's head shot up. "Okay, come with me. We'll get you taken care of, Miss..." "Burke. Cristina Burke." Meredith said. "It's Doctor Cristina Burke. Her and her husband are surgeons here." The woman's eyes widened. "Of course, don't worry, we'll get you taken care of." Cristina, who hadn't said a word so far, leaned closer to Mer. "Mer," she whispered. "I need Burke."

"It's okay," Meredith whispered. "Here, I'll page him."

"He's in surgery. He was supposed to get out just after noon, then he was going to call me to make sure I was doing okay."

"Dr. Burke, this is Dr. Martin."

Dr. Martin was a middle-aged man with straight brown hair that curled just over his forehead. "Hi, Dr. Burke, come on in to this room, and we'll see what's going on." He smiled at Meredith. "Are you her partner?"

"No, her husband is on the next floor, he's a surgeon here, Preston Burke. He's in surgery, and doesn't know what's going on."

Dr. Martin nodded. "Don't worry, Cristina, we'll get hold of your husband as soon as he's out of surgery. Now, we've got your chart and you seem to have been having a healthy pregnancy. You're due date is in about a week in a half, is that correct?"

Cristina nodded, breathing hard, obviously in pain. Dr. Martin took note of this. "Have you been timing your contractions?" Cristina shook her head. "But these seem to be coming every eight minutes or so." A nurse came in with a hospital gown. "Let's get you admitted and get your gown on, then we'll see how far along you are."

A few minutes later, Dr. Martin and Meredith came back in, as Cristina was laying on the hospital bed with her legs bent. "Okay, Cristina, let's see how dilated you are."

Cristina ignored him, looking like she was about to cry. "Meredith, I need Burke. He was supposed to be here."

"He wants to be, Cristina. And he'll be out of surgery in just over 45 minutes. He'll be here then, it's gonna be okay."

Dr. Martin looked at her sympathetically, while Cristina looked on the verge of tears. She was breathing hard.

"Cristina," Dr. Martin said gently. "We really need to see how far you are."

Cristina was quiet for a moment, but spread her legs.

"You're just over 6 centimeters, Cristina. The baby will be ready at 10."

Cristina nodded, still shaky. She looked at Meredith. "Will you wait with me until Preston gets here?"

Meredith squeezed her hand. "Cristina, of course. It's gonna be okay."

The next 45 minutes were some of the longest in Cristina's life. Just after noon, though, Meredith peered at her watch. "I'm going to get Burke, okay, Cris?" Cristina looked up, and nodded frantically. "Hurry."

"BURKE!" Preston turned his head as he stepped out of the room where surgeons got ready for surgeries and scrubbed their hands afterwards. "Grey? Is everything okay?"

"Cristina's in labor. She's downstairs, and she really needs you." Preston's throat seems to close, his voice was strangled as he said, "Come on!"

Preston and Meredith ran to the elevator, then running to Cristina's room, Meredith leading the way.

"Cristina!" Burke exclaimed, rushing to her bed. Cristina looked up at him, her face wretched. "Preston," she said, feeling the tears fall at last. He bent over her, kissing her lightly. "It's okay," he whispered, brushing the tears off her face. "I'm here, Cris."

She was breathing harshly, he kissed her forehead then held her hand. "It's okay," he whispered again. She looked up at him with her tear-streaked face. Meredith stepped stealthily out of the room, giving them some privacy.

"I'm so sorry, Cristina," Preston whispered. "I should have been here."

Cristina shook her head. "No, it wasn't your fault. I'm just being a baby-"

"You're having a baby. And I shouldn't have missed a second of it." His voice got quiet. "You must have been so scared."

"You're here now. Everything's going to be okay."

Preston leaned forward and kissed her forehead, squeezing her hand reassuringly. He brushed the hair off her face, and looked at her, concerned. "How's the baby? Are you okay?"

"Dr. Martin said it should be coming in a few hours. I'm almost 7 centimeters dilated." Burke squeezed her hand again. "The baby should be okay, but it's still a little early. We won't know for sure till it's born." Burke inhaled deeply, pulling up a chair so he could sit as close to her as he could. "It's gonna be okay."

Dr. Martin walked into the room and smiled. "You must be Mr. Dr. Burke," he said laughing. Preston looked up and smiled. "Yes."

"Well, your wife and baby both seem to be doing fine so far. We won't be sure till the baby is born, but it should be okay. Cristina's only a little early, so the baby should be almost completely developed. Still, there are risks. But we should be fine. Cristina's progress is slow but steady." Preston nodded. "Thanks."

"I'm going to let you two have some privacy. If you have any questions or need anything, just call."

Cristina leaned her head back, and Preston rubbed her forehead slowly, whispering to her. "Just think," he said quietly. "By tomorrow, we'll have a baby."

Cristina smiled, her eyes closed. "Uh-huh."

"You're doing great, Cris."

Chapter one completed! Chapter two will be coming soon, I hope you enjoyed ch 1. Review if you want, but please be gentle, lol. Thanks!

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