Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom
Again?
It was late, or early, depending on the point of view. It was like one in the morning for Cristina, but for Meredith it was 4PM and it was the only break she had on that day, so Yang called her.
"Hey!" a perky Meredith answered the phone.
"Hi" a not so perky Cristina replied. she was sitting on her bed, surrounded by comfortable pillows, and was trying not to speak loudly, because Owen and Leo were sleeping right across her room.
"I guess you already received your visitors, or may I say your roommates?" questioned Meredith still with a perkiness in her voice, Cristina was starting to think it was all Mer's idea.
"Well, and you knew about it, and didn't tell me, may I add. Should I assume you helped him too?"
Grey sighed on the other side of the line. "You know I did it with your happiness in mind, Cristina."
The Asian woman rolled in bed, now on her side.
"I know, and you can't imagine how many times I dreamed of this Mer, of him showing up at my doorstep, telling me he loves me and want to try again, but with a baby included?"
"Just so you know, I do know how many times, because you told me about all of them. Annoying."
Cristina had a board smile on her face. She was indeed, her person.
"The question is: are you willing to live with them, Cristina? Because Owen can't simply give Leo back, he's not a product."
"That's my point Mer! He is a real baby, that poops and cries and needs attention!" Cristina was exasperated, gesticulating with her hands, even though Meredith couldn't see her. she moved the covers away and got up.
"You could send them back, but you also know it would break him…"
Cristina paced in her room, from the door to the glass' walls on the other side.
"I know… he wanna have it all, but what about me?"
"What about you?" questioned the blonde.
"Shouldn't I have it all, too?"
The line was silent for a moment.
"If you want Owen… If you want him Cristina, you have to accept the whole package now."
Cristina was still pacing, every now and then glancing through the windows. The night was beautiful and clear, you could see the stars, if you observed long enough.
"His dream is you, yes, but also, this kid, and don't you think that it'll be easier now?"
"How come?"
"Well, you don't need to get pregnant ever, because he already has a baby, you're not Leo's mom officially and Owen will never say, in the future, that you stole it from him."
Cristina gave it a fast analyzes.
"You're kinda right."
"Aren't I always?"
"Actually, no…"
"Oh, shut up!" they laughed.
"We have to talk though, really talk, without the baby doing baby things and distracting us."
"Us?"
"Yes, Leo does this gurling and bouncing thing that distract us, from what we're talking."
"Uhum… us."
"I'm serious Mer!" the brunette held her hands up in protest.
"I'm just saying that Owen is used to these things, so they're distraction for you, not him."
"You're so smug, aren't ya?" she had a wide smile by now. Meredith knew her so well.
"And you love me!"
"I do, actually." Cristina heard a subtle knock at her door merging with Meredith's laugh on the other side. "Mer…"
"You gotta go."
"Yes, Owen is knocking."
"I know what he wants to knock…" her person was so smug for her own health.
"Bye Meredith!"
Cristina put her phone down on her beside-table and went for the door.
"Hey…" Owen greeted his voice still heavy with sleep.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you? Or the baby?" she was feeling kinda guilty.
"No, not at all, Leo is a heavy sleeper, he's gonna be fine, I just…"
"Couldn't sleep?" she offered.
"Yeah…" he confirmed. She still knew him all too well.
"Wanna come in?"
"Into your room?"
Cristina rolled her eyes, wasn't it obvious?
Owen scratched the back of his neck ashamed of his question.
Yang saw that he was kind of… she didn't know the name for it, noticing his discomfort, she offered something else.
"Want a cup of tea?"
He smiled in confirmation and they walked silently to the kitchen.
She turned on the lights and squirmed her eyes shut with the harsh fluorescent brightness. "Damn." Owen heard her muttering.
"Since when do you drink tea?" he curiously asked sitting on a bar stool by the granite counter.
"Since we're in Europe." She, matter of factly answered and he chuckled. "I still live for coffee, though." Clarified the woman.
He nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off of her.
Cristina took put the kettle in the stove with water and some herbs, tuning it up next.
"Green tea." Explained.
She crossed her arms in front of her and accommodated herself against the counter across from him.
"So…" Hunt started but Cristina cut him off.
"What are you really doing here, Owen?"
"I'm-"
"No, you cannot just drop a bomb on me like that and expect that I will accept it!" she uncrossed her arms and ran her hands through her black mane. "I love you, I love you still, and I wanna be with you yes, but I'm afraid we aren't gonna work out again, because we still want different things."
Their eyes were locked.
Cerulean eyes shining with the wave of honesty thrown by chocolate ones.
"Cristina…" he started and got out of the stool, going in her direction cautiously, as if not to scare a frightened animal. "I love you, and as I said earlier, I want to have you, and now I have Leo, so I have everything, I just need you to meet me halfway, just meet me in the middle."
Her eyes were shinning with the memories of that same phrase he'd said so many years ago, in the vent. She was just as afraid there as she was here and now.
"I won't endure another break up, Owen…" she was terrified. So was him.
The kettle chose that moment to whistle.
Cristina let out a grumble and opened one of the cupboards, taking out two Klausman Institute's mugs from it and pouring them both tea.
"Want some cream? Sugar?"
"No, that's fine." Replied the man, coming back to his previous stool.
"I don't want you accusing me, after a year or two, of 'not loving our baby', because Leo is not mine."
He looked at her as she sipped her drink.
"I know that, and again, I'm not asking you to be."
"And what do you think? That I'm going to ignore him 'till he attends college?"
"That's not what I'm saying." He sipped his tea and got up.
"Oh, so I'm gonna be Cinderella's evil step-mom?" her voice dripping sarcasm.
"Stop putting words into my mouth, Cristina!" he cried.
She got quiet.
"Could you be his friend?"
"What?!"
"I am asking you, could you be his friend?" his tea already forgotten.
He approached her on the other side of the kitchen.
"Not my girlfriend that thinks he's cute, or the step-mom, or the owner of the place he lives, his friend. Can you do that?"
His eyes were hopeful and she wanted to make him smile so much. Still, she was so afraid.
Incredible how she could spend 24 hours in a OR, patient flatlining every hour or so, and she would face it as a challenge, as a thriving opportunity, as a way of life telling her that achievement would not come easy. And she would say "not today Satan" to death and keep the person on the table alive.
However, boarding on this journey with the love of her life was making her hands shake and her head spin.
"Cristina… look at me." As if knowing what she was thinking, Owen cupped her face in his hands. Those she called "hams" a lifetime ago. "I would never do anything to make yourself miserable."
Cristina held up his stare, but as soon as those words were out of his mouth, she felt something warm descending her face.
"Oh babe…" he comforted her as he involved her in his arms. Her emotions floating out of her in violent sobs.
That moment, with Owen embracing her and protecting her from all world's atrocities, Cristina realized she'd never cried over their broken love story.
In five years, Yang never cried over Owen Hunt.
Author's Notes: Lemme know what you think! See you next chapter! xx