Baby, It's You

Grey's Anatomy Cristina & Burke fanfiction

By greyeyedgirl whatever.

Disclaimer: Not affiliated with Grey's Anatomy, Shonda Rhimes, ABC, or whatever.

"How are you feeling?"

"Um, I think I'm oka---Oh my god!"

"Cristina!" Preston looked terrified. "Do you want me to get the doctor?"

Cristina started to nod, but then stopped. "Don't leave," she whimpered.

Preston squeezed her hand. "I'll be right back, Cris," he whispered.

He ran out the door, and was back only a few couple seconds later, Dr. Martin in tow.

Preston squeezed her hand tightly. "It's okay. I love you," he whispered. Cristina smiled weakly. "I love you, too."

"Let's get a look at you," Dr. Martin said. Cristina spread her legs. "You're at 10 centimeters, Cristina." He looked up. "This baby's coming now."

Burke squeezed Cristina's hand reassuringly. "It's okay." She nodded, then moaned.

"Cristina, you're going to have to push." Cristina inhaled and exhaled rapidly, trying to prepare herself. "It's okay, Cris." Burke whispered. "We're having a baby."

"Come on, Cristina. You have to push." Cristina pushed, whimpering. "It's okay, Cris." Preston squeezed her hand tighter. Cristina kept pushing, moaning. "Burke, it hurts!"

Preston leaned forward. "Feel my hand, Cristina? Every second it hurts, that's how hard I want you to squeeze. You're not in this by yourself."

The next half hour or so was hell, Cristina screaming and squeezing Preston's hand harder than she thought she could. "I can see the head!" Dr. Martin exclaimed.

"Our baby has a head!" Cristina squealed. Preston laughed. "That's good."

"One more good push," Dr. Martin said. Cristina moaned with pain, feeling Preston's hand entwined with hers, as she pushed as hard as she could. "It's coming, one more push, Cristina."

Cristina cried, her face bright red, Preston brushing the hair off her sweaty forehead. "Our baby's coming, Cristina."

"And..it's a boy!"

Cristina's breathing was shallow, Burke was leaning close to her, their breath mixed. Cristina looked into his eyes, her eyes filling with tears. His were wet, too. "We have a boy," she whispered. He smiled, as a tear fell softly. "A son," he said hoarsely.

Dr. Martin grinned at them. "Does Daddy want to cut the cord?" Preston looked at him, sqeezing Cristina's hand one last time before he released it. "Yes," he said quietly. Cristina smiled at him. Preston walked back, and got his first glimpse of his little boy. It took his breath away. One of the nurses handed him a pair of scissors, and he carefully cut the umbillical cord. The baby was crying loadly, and Preston carefully rubbed the tiny bits of thick black hair on the baby's head. "He's beautiful," he murmured.

"We have to get him cleaned off and weighed and make sure he's doing okay, but if you guys want to hold him for a second, it's fine." Dr. Martin said, as the nurse carefully carried the baby, wrapped in a small white blanket, setting the baby gently in Cristina's arms.

Preston stood next to the bed, and Cristina grinned at him, before scrambling over on the bed. He grinned back, and climbed onto the bed. She sat in between his legs, leaning her head against him as they looked down at their baby.

The tiny Burke baby's face was wrinkled as he cried, but he stopped when he opened his eyes. "Bwah!" He whimpered. Cristina inhaled. "He's beautiful," she whispered. She bent her head to see Burke's face. "He looks just like you." Burke bent his head, grinning, beaming with pride. "See his chin?" She whispered. "It has that little cleft like yours does. And his face, it's scructured like yours." She smiled sweetly. "He has your eyes too." Preston was grinning. The baby looked up solemnly, then smiled. "Hey," Preston murmured. "He has your smile." Cristina grinned. He did look a little like her when he did that little smile. "He looks more like you, though." Preston kissed the side of her head.

"You know," he said, "This little guy needs a name."

"He does," Cristina agreed, smiling. "Do you have any ideas?"

"I'm not sure," Preston whispered. "What do you think?"

Cristina smiled. "Well," she said quietly, "Since he looks so much like his daddy, maybe he should be named after him." She could feel the baby's deep breathing.

Preston was leaning close to her, and his whisper was only an inch away from her ear. "You want to name him 'Preston?'"

"If you want to, too." She looked up at him. "It's a nice name."

Burke's laugh was soft. "I like it. It fits him."

"Preston Michael, then? Like you?"

"Preston Michael."

Dr. Martin walked back in, smiling at them. "Are we doing okay? Do we have a name for this little guy?"

Cristina smiled. "Preston Michael Burke. Just like his dad." Burke Senior was beaming.

Dr. Martin smiled. "That's nice. Do you mind if we get him cleaned up and weighed and such? You can see him for a few minutes after that, but then the baby should go to the nursery to rest up. Anytime you want to see him though, you just call and one of the nurse's will bring him to you. We try to let the babies rest as much as possible at first, though. And he'll need his immunizations."

The doctors Burke nodded. Cristina leaned down to kiss little Preston's forehead. "I love you, sweetie. I'll see you soon." Burke leaned forward too, and kissed the baby tenderly. "I love you, Preston," he whispered. Cristina handed the baby carefully to Dr. Martin, then leaned backward so she was resting against Burke. She closed her eyes, feeling his deep breathing just below her.

"You did great," he whispered. "You were amazing."

"Thanks," she murmured. "Thank you for being there. I don't know what I would've done without you."

"You don't have to thank me for being there. I never, ever would have forgave myself if I wasn't there for you. For him."

Cristina breathed deeply, turning her head to kiss him. "He's perfect."

"He is," Preston agreed. Cristina smiled.

"All right, Doctors Burke. You have a beautiful, healthy baby boy. Six pounds, one ounce, 16 inches long. Here ya go," Dr. Martin handed little Preston, wearing light blue baby pajamas, into the waiting arms of Cristina. "Thank you," she whispered.

He stepped out of the room.

"Hi, Preston," Cristina whispered. "Hi. I'm your mommy. And this," she paused, looking up at her husband, "Is your daddy. We love you sooo much." Baby Preston gurgled at them. "Hey, buddy," Burke said quietly. He gingerly took the hand of his son in his hand, letting the baby squeeze one of his fingers with his tiny fingers. "This little guy's got a grip," he murmured. Cristina smiled, tipping her head. "Preston," she whispered.

"Mmmm?"

"It's just that he's-he's so..."

Burke smiled. "I know."

Cristina looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I love you, Burke."

Burke rubbed his nose lightly against the side of her face. "I love you too, Cristina."

Cristina let herself relax into him, and closed her eyes, feeling nothing but peace.