Chapter Three
By greyeyedgirl
A/n: I WAS downstairs, getting myself a nice coffee since it's five in the morning and I've been up all night, but while I was waiting for it to finish in the microwave, I went into the living room to watch TV for 45 seconds, and my sister was watching a scary show about clowns. Ever since "IT" I have been terrified of clowns, even though I always thought it was retarded when people told me they were… Anyway, I hightailed it upstairs, and the image of---oh god I can't type it---is still fresh in my mind. Sorry if, therefore, this chapter's a little off. Some of it is old that WAS the end of chapter two, but most of it is new (I'm guessing on this, since I haven't written it yet. :P) Please read, review, and all that jazz…..
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Cristina snuck into the apartment late that night, a bottle of Sobe in her hand. Technically, caffeine was bad for her, and obviously she couldn't drink, but she would be damned if she spent the next 8 and a half months drinking apple juice or something.
She was starving. The smell of the Chinese food she had picked up on the way home was making her queasy, so she stuffed it hastily in the fridge, reaching for the watermelon in the back. She paused, pulling it out, when her phone rang.
"Hello?" She asked, after taking her cellphone out of her pocket.
"Hey. It's me." Meredith's voice came out clearly.
"Hi," Cristina said, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"Derek's attempting to cook. Honestly, you're lucky to have Burke. Derek can barely boil water."
There was a sound of an indignant "hey!" in the background, and Cristina switched the phone to her other ear.
"So are we on for this Saturday to go dress shopping?" Meredith asked.
"Yeah. Izzie's off, so she'll be coming too. I called home and got Shelly and Elisabeth's measurements. They'll be flying up later to try everything on, make sure everything goes smoothly."
"Wow. You and Burke really have a job cut out for you, planning this wedding."
"Mmhmm," Cristina said absentmindedly, taking a swig of her drink and closing her eyes.
"Cristina? Are you okay?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm fine." Cristina tried to force a smile, then realized Meredith couldn't see her.
"You sure?"
"Yes, Mer," Cristina said, now trying to keep the irritation out of her voice.
"You want to talk about it?"
Cristina let out an enormous sigh. "Meredith! There's nothing to talk about!"
She could almost see the skeptical smirk on Meredith's face. "Yeah," Meredith said through the phone. Cristina looked around the kitchen absentmindedly.
"Well, listen, I gotta go. Derek's about to burn the house down."
Cristina rolled her eyes, hanging up. Honestly. Like she gave a damn about McDreamy or his cooking abilities.
She grabbed the food back out of the fridge, deciding to eat before getting some much-needed sleep. She always got cranky when she didn't get enough sleep, and it was starting to show through. She sighed again, realizing she'd have to talk to Burke tomorrow. She ran her hand over her stomach quickly, and allowed one tiny smile, before the crankiness and mood swings returned.
Cristina set the food on the table, not noticing Burke leaning against the door behind her, watching her and smiling.
"How did the doctor go?"
Cristina jumped, dropping the plate she was holding. "Huh?" She asked, spinning around.
Burke looked at her, concerned, stepping into the apartment. "Cristina? You okay?" He frowned. "Are you still tired?"
Cristina forced a smile. "Oh, no, I'm fine! What was it you said?"
Burke took a step closer, taking a beer out of the fridge and sipping it. He looked at her slightly concernedly, confusion evident on his face. "I asked how it went at the doctor's."
Cristina smiled uncomfortably. "Oh. That."
She'd thought he was on-call that night, and couldn't imagine what he was doing home so early. She groaned inwardly, realizing she was going to have to tell him-if he found out she'd known for a whole night and not told, he'd be very angry with her tomorrow.
Burke laughed, looking over at her as he sat at the table. "Yeah. 'That.'" He grinned, picking up a magazine from the pile of mail.
Cristina sat down casually, taking a bite of her watermelon. "Um, he referred me to someone else."
Burke looked at her, confused. "What? How come?"
Cristina stabbed her fork into the small square of fruit, shoving it in her mouth. "Um...the other doctor is a specialist."
Burke looked at her, his heart pumping. "A specialist in what? Are you sick? What are you talking about?"
Cristina looked at him, biting her lip. "A specialist in...babies."
Burke looked at her, confused. "In...?" His eyes widened, and his hands released the magazine, he stared at her for a full 10 seconds. "You—Cris-Cristina---" He seemed to be gasping for air. A brilliant smile came over his face. He stood up, looking down at her. "You're pregnant," he breathed.
Cristina made herself glance at him, before smiling nervously. "Yeah."
Burke had reached for her hand before she knew what was happening, pulling her up and into his kiss.
"Yes," Cristina said again, sounding slightly out of breath.
Burke grinned nervously, taking a few steps away from her, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to breathe. "Oh, my god," he breathed. He stepped forward towards her again, a wide smile on his face. "A specialist in babies," he murmured to himself.
Cristina studied him. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Yes." Burke still seemed to be having trouble breathing, he was staring at her. He took a few more steps forward, hugging her. Cristina smiled, awkwardly at first, then let herself relax into him.
"Are you okay?"
"I think so."
"This is fantastic." He leaned forward and kissed her again, an ecstatic grin coming over his face. Cristina watched him, then felt the tiny smile crawl up over her features.
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a/n: still uber fluffy…I know…not much I can do about it…b/c in my world, BC engagement and future babies are a fluffy, happy thing. XD If you're a little annoyed with me, Electra or Riley….well…just remember the girl from Michigan's words…. "Throw that thang back." :D (See? You're laughing, aren't you:P)