Title: Baby, It's You

Chapter: Five

Author: Greyeyedgirl

A/N: I'm going to try to sum it up. I'm afraid the quality of my work is disintegrating, and plus, you know, the homework's really piling up. Hahaha. I'm not going to do it.

Burke entered the house to hear loud crying. He walked down the hall quickly to the nursery, where Cristina was talking to Preston softly and trying to get him to calm down. "What's wrong?"

Cristina looked up. "He was crying when I picked him up, and then I finally got him to go to sleep, but he just woke up and now he won't stop!"

Preston was crying when he caught sight of Burke coming towards him. "Dih!"

"Come here, buddy," Burke said, picking him up as Preston reached his arms out for him. "Dih."

Cristina's mouth dropped open. "Did you want your daddy?"

Preston and Burke both smiled at her. Cristina gave Burke the Look. "It's not funny. I couldn't get him to stop." Burke nodded quietly as he leaned forward to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry."

"Do you think he's trying to say 'Daddy?' When he says 'Dih?'"

"I don't know." Burke bent his head to kiss Preston's forehead. "Hey, little buddy. It's okay."

Cristina pretended to glare at them, but smiled at how they looked together. "I could have got him to stop," she lied. Burke looked at her and laughed. "Okay."

"I could!"

"Ruh!" Preston reached out his arms toward Cristina. Cristina smiled and went to take him. "See?" She smirked. "Dih."

Cristina paused. "Which do you want, Preston? Mommy or Daddy." Preston smiled at her, pulling on one of her curls and giggling when it sprang back. Cristina smiled. "Do you want to play with something, Preston?" Burke asked, taking a rattle from the crib. "There ya go. You can play with that."

Preston shook the rattle energetically, but stopped after a few seconds. "Bih." Burke laughed, taking Preston and sitting him in the playpen in the corner. "Want to hear a story?"

Preston looked up at his father expectantly, as Burke pulled up a chair. Burke glanced back at Cristina, who smiled and sat down next to him, leaning her head against Burke's shoulder as he grabbed "The Cat in the Hat," off the shelf, and they settled in.

Burke and Cristina stumbled into their bedroom almost an hour later, after reading, singing, and rocking Preston to sleep. "He really likes music," Cristina said, laughing, as she unsnapped the clip holding back her hair. Burke smiled at her, as he changed into his pajamas. "Yes."

She climbed into bed, scrambling over to the right side so Burke had room to lie down. "He has a little personality," she said. Burke leaned over and kissed her. "Yes." She smiled, feeling his hand going through her hair, as their lips met again. "He's really great," she murmured. Burke laughed, kissing her again. "Yes." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around him, feeling his kisses melt through her body.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Noooooo."

Burke ran his hand over her hair reassuringly as they stood in the kitchen of their house. "Shhhh. It's okay. It won't be that bad. I promise."

Cristina removed her head from his chest long enough to glare at him. "My mother is coming."

Burke laughed, kissing her forehead. "She wants to see her grandson."

"She's seen him. I emailed her a picture."

Burke laughed again, putting his hand on her chin. "It's going to be fine. She's only coming for three days. Two nights."

"Why can't we stick her in a hotel?"

Burke bent his head to hide the smile as he closed his eyes briefly. "Because she's your mother."

"She'd like it better there."

"She wants to spend time with you. She wants to get to know Preston. She won't be here for very long."

Cristina looked at him pitifully, and he smiled gently, leaning down to kiss her lightly on the lips.

"Oh, it's so nice to see you again Preston! It seem like it been forever." Helen Rubenstein sat her carry-on bag on the ground, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. She pulled back happily, beaming at him before turning to Cristina. "I still cannot see how you found yourself such a good-looking man, Cristina." Cristina kept her head bent towards the ground as Burke squeezed her hand reassuringly. She flashed him a small smile, her mother staring at her. "And where is little Preston? I travel all this way to see him, I can't wait. He look so cute in picture. Just like Daddy."

"He's still at daycare. Coming to the airport would have upset him. It's too crowded and loud."

"Oh, I cannot wait! Preston, could you be a dear and help me get my suitcase?"

"Of course, Mrs. Rubenstein," Burke said, leading them to the luggage area and identifying Helen's bag. She looked at him, smiling. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me 'Helen?' All this Rubenstein bit, so ridiculous."

"At least once more, ma'am." Burke smiled.

"Let me go in and get him. You can sit in the car with Her, and I can get two seconds of peace." Burke glanced down at Cristina, who was attempting to talk to him without Mrs. Rubenstein overhearing. "Fine."

"Thanks," Cristina looked sincerely grateful as she sent him a smile. He smiled back, opening the car door for Cristina's mother.

"Oh, thank you, Preston! Such a gentleman. Cristina, you better be grateful."

Cristina grimaced as Burke opened her car door, and she tried to smile at him. "Thanks." He smiled at her warmly, sending her a minuscule wink. "It's okay," he mouthed.

"Hey, sweetie. How was your day?" Cristina gently took Preston away from the baby-sitter, smiling at him. She smiled at her. "Was he good today?"

"Great. I always love this kid, he's the only one who'll eat his broccoli. All the other ones spit it out." Cristina laughed, picking up Preston's bottle and letting Preston drink. "There ya go, buddy," she cooed. She smiled a good-bye to the baby-sitter, carrying Preston towards the door, her head bent towards him as she whispered in his ear. "You were a good boy, you deserve a reward. How 'bout we find something fun for you to play with later? Maybe we'll get you two, and then you'll forgive me for making you do this. You have to meet your grandma, and she's a horrible old lady and we don't like her. Your daddy's making you see her, but don't worry, we'll figure out a way to make him-"

"Turning our son against us?" Cristina jumped, seeing Burke standing just outside the door. "Oh, I just-"

Burke laughed, his eyes twinkling. "Very cute, Cristina." They walked back to the car.

"Oh, he's so cute!" Cristina's good mood had shattered moments before, and she frowned as she stepped into the house, purposely turning so Preston's face was turned away from her mother. "Can I carry him?"

'No,' was her first thought, but she saw the look Burke shot at her, and sighed, already battle-worn. "Sure." She grimaced, handing the baby to Mrs. Rubenstein, anxiously mouthing "I'm sorry!" to Preston's face as Helen put him over her shoulder. "Look at how much he looks like you, Preston," Helen said, reexamining the baby carefully. "Your eyes and face and..."

"Well, duh, Mom, who else would Preston look like? I'm not that good-looking in the first place, I'd hate to see how I'd look on a boy."

Helen opened her mouth to say something, but Burke beat her to it. "What do you mean, not that good-looking?"

"My mother's here, my mother's here. Oh, my God, Mer, save me please."

Meredith laughed as Cristina, already decked in scrubs, leaned against a locker. "She'll be gone tomorrow."

"Tomorrow night. Which means I have to spend the rest of today and most of tomorrow here, and I'm going to get yelled at by Burke for doing that, but I don't care, it's worth it, because-"

"Grey! Stevens! Karev! O'Malley! Burke! NOW!"

Cristina jumped at the sound of Bailey's voice, as she and Meredith rushed towards her.

"Two hours, twenty-seven minutes, 9 seconds."

"What?" Burke looked up at her, confused.

Cristina smiled at him happily. "That's how long it is till my mother leaves. Only by now it's more like twenty-six minutes. 57 seconds."

Burke looked at her for a moment, but grinned, shaking his head. "Okay."

"Okay." Cristina paused. "Look at this. I'm like, domestic now. It's not even six o'clock, and I'm exhausted. How can that be possible?"

Burke smiled. "I know. I'm tired, too."

Cristina looked at him, comprehension settling in on her features. "And this is only the beginning. He's going to become more active and we'll have to chase him around all the time, and-"

"Plus, if we have more..."

Cristina sighed. "How do people do it?"

Burke laughed. "They love each other. They work through it."

Cristina smiled. "Right." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "We're going to work through it."

Burke smiled. "Right."

authors note: This was probably the last chapter, at least for awhile. For one thing, I really don't know to write about in this fic. Plus, right now, I have to do my thing for school. Only I think that instead I'm going to write a chapter for a different story. Or go to sleep, because I'm exhausted. You can always tell when I'm tired when I'm writing, because one of the characters always says, "I'm tired." (lol!) Anyway, sorry for rambling. Wish me good thoughts towards my Civics midterm. Review if you want, I'm sorry, I know this chapter was EXTREMELY boring, but I really didn't know what to write! Besides, it's still more interesting than the dumb Mark Twain story we had to read for my English midterm yesterday. All that thing was about was some senile old man and another guy that got somebody's pet frog drunk. La-di-dah.