She woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. That delicious smell she hasn't smelled in years because she was way too lazy to cook in the morning. But as she got up she felt her stomach turn. She pressed one had on her mouth and one hand on her stomach and ran to the bathroom.

God damn it Owen, she thought.

After she felt save to stand up again without throwing up, she made her way down to the kitchen where she saw Owen standing. Alone. She saw the table was set beautifully with everything a perfect breakfast needed. Orange juice, milk, cereal, donuts, croissants, bread, butter, jam, honey, fresh fruit, and coffee.

Damn it Owen, she thought again.

How was she going to explain that she couldn't drink coffee? She thought of just telling him that she didn't drink coffee anymore but that would be a lie and Olivia would surely tell on her. She looked at the deep red flowers that were standing in a vase in the middle of the table. She had no idea what kind of flowers they were but they were beautiful. He must feel really bad. But that didn't surprise her. She thought about hugging him from behind, but given the circumstances of the night before she decided that it was better to let her presence be known by simply clearing her throat.

To her relief he turned around slowly and calmly and smiled when he saw her standing in the doorway, admiring everything he had done.

"You know I don't think my kitchen has ever looked that pretty before." She smiled and stepped closer.

"You do have a beautiful kitchen. You should use it more." He grinned and turned his attention back to the eggs and bacon.

"How would you know?" She said, now standing next to him.

"How would I know what?"

"That I don't use my kitchen."

He gave her a look as if he was saying 'I lived with you for five years I know that you can barely tell a frying pan from a pot,'

"Oh come on. That was ages ago."

"So you're telling me you cook here every day."

"I never said that. I don't cook every day, but I do cook."

"You better. You have a kid. They need healthy food." He said in a serious tone. She raised her brows.

"Well she hasn't died yet so I must have done something right." Owen stared at her in disbelief. Did she really just say that? When Cristina realized what she had said her mouth dropped open and she started to apologize.

"Owen you know I didn't mean that. I wasn't trying to…"

"I know. I know it's fine."

"Owen I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." He grunted. She didn't know what to say, all of it was suddenly so awkward. She looked at her watch. It was almost ten.

"I'm gonna go wake Olivia up." She whispered.

She went upstairs and knocked at her daughter's door. There was no response. She went in and looked at her peacefully sleeping daughter for a while. Her wild dark curls were spread on the pillow around her, her full lips were slightly open and her thick eyelashes fluttered a little but remained closed. She looked like a little angel. How did I deserve you, Cristina whispered and sat down on her bed.

Cristina just sat there, thinking. She let her hand travel along her daughter's face and she knew she was one of the biggest blessings in her life. Olivia's eyelids fluttered open and she looked at her mother with her tired, big brown eyes.

"Morning sleepyhead." Cristina said smiling. "Daddy made breakfast."

"I don't want to get up." She said burying her face in her pillow. Cristina chuckled.

"If you're not getting up by yourself, I'll have to tickle you awake." She threatened. No movement. "Don't say I didn't give you a choice." She said as she started tickle the little girl in front of her until she was laughing so hard that she almost fell out of the bed.

"Okay, okay I'm getting up." Olivia said trying to catch her breath. She took her mother's hand and they both walked down the stairs.

"Wow." Olivia said staring at the table. "Mom, why have I never had a breakfast like this?"

"You have." Cristina said a little grumpy. Of course Owen's breakfast would steal her attention.

"Yeah in a five – star hotel in Paris. But not at home."

"I'm sorry that cooking was secondary to saving lives. I'm just a career girl." She stated with a bitter grin.

"Is everything okay between you two?" Livie asked her parents, sensing the distance between them.

"Yes of course, why wouldn't it be?" Cristina said as she ruffled Olivia's hair. "Now go sit down enjoy your breakfast."

They all sat down on the chairs around the round table which was placed in an equally round space surrounded by huge windows. The view was spectacular. You could see down on Zurich because the house was on a hill and the Swiss Alps made it picturesque.

"It's beautiful here." Owen stated.

"Yeah I know. I'm amazed every day." Cristina said smiling.

"So what are we going to do today?" Olivia inquired.

"I don't know. I'll probably have to go to the hospital for a bit."

"Mom! Can't we just have a family day or something?"

"Olivia it'll be just for a few hours."

"You always say that and then you're there for almost the whole day."

Owen raised his eyebrows at the dispute of his daughter with her mother. He had a feeling that this wasn't the first time they had that discussion. He decided to step in.

"Okay how about you take Livie and me with you when you go and she can show me Zurich a little and we'll meet up later? How does that sound?" Cristina smiled thankfully at Owen.

"That sounds like a nice plan, don't you think Olivia?" Olivia wasn't sure what to say. Before yesterday she would've been all for it, but now she had to admit that she was a little afraid of her father. She would never say that in front of him of course. But she figured that being alone with him was safer around people so she nodded yes.

"Perfect then." Cristina smiled, trying to ignore the fact that one could definitely see that Olivia wasn't completely comfortable with being alone with Owen due to the events of the previous night. She looked over at Owen and knew that he had noticed it too. And it stabbed them both in their hearts.

XXXXXX

"Okay you two have a good day. I'll call when I'm finished." Cristina told them as they parted ways in front of the hospital.

"Thanks you too." Owen said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She shivered under his touch and his lips stayed there a little longer than necessary.

She smiled and walked in.

"So now what?" Olivia asked her dad who was staring at Cristina walking away. "Hey!" She deliberately avoided the word 'Dad' it just didn't feel right yet. She had thought about saying it but decided to go with a 'hey' because she wasn't ready. And she felt like he wasn't either.

"Sorry honey what did you say?" he asked pulling his thoughts away from Cristina's butt.

"What are we going to do now?" she repeated herself a little annoyed.

"Uh how about we walk around a little and maybe do some shopping and get ice cream?" He suggested.

"Sure."

They walked next to each other in awkward silence, neither of them knew what to say. Last night had been so much easier before all of the drama had happened. He was funny and loving and a great father. Today… It seemed different. He was tense. Or maybe she was. Probably both were.

She thought about what her mother had said. That he was trying. That they should give him a chance and help him. But it wasn't that easy. She had seen him almost strangle her mother. That's not something you forget. Still, she knew that everyone deserved a second chance, after all she was her mother's second chance. So she just took his hand. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she just took it.

He squeezed it but continued walking. He had heard Cristina talking to her yesterday. He remembered something about second chances. She knew that was that. His daughter was giving him a second chance. She was trying too.

After that everything seemed easier. They started talking and laughing. They walked by a lot of little stores in the old town of Zurich and one of them had children's wear. Owen caught Olivia staring at a pretty red dress. He smiled.

"You want to try it on?" He asked her.

She nodded smiling at him. He took it and guided her to the changing rooms. When Olivia stepped out it took Owen's breath away. She was beautiful, the spitting image of her mother.

"You look amazing." He said smiling at his beautiful daughter. His daughter. He still couldn't really believe it.

"Thank you." She grinned.

They bought the dress and went on to buy some ice cream. Olivia got her favorite – vanilla. She said that it was the simplest, yet the best. He got chocolate. They sat down on the fountain in the middle of the street.

"It's really nice here."

"I know. I'm very lucky to live here. Or to have lived here." She said looking a little sad.

"You don't want to move, do you?"

"It's not that… This is my home you know. For me, this is all I've ever known. I know that Mom's home is and will always be Seattle, but for me… This is my home. It's not that easy to let go of."

Owen stared at her and he knew she was right. He had never thought about it that way. For Cristina, it was coming back to her home, but for Olivia it would change everything. Another language, new friends, school, different money, a completely different culture. He wrapped one arm around her and held her close.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

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"Apparently you two had a good time." Cristina said judging by their laughing faces as she approached them.

"Fabulous." Olivia stated grinning.

"Okay good. Glad to hear. Mine was mostly paperwork and telephone conversations with possible candidates to take over." She sighed.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm going to make pizza tonight." Owen said taking her hand as they walked to the car. She looked at the grocery bag in his hand.

"You're amazing. I'm starving."

"Well you'll need to be patient. I need to make it first." He kissed her on top of her head and Olivia jumped around them happily.

When they arrived home, Cristina excused herself and went upstairs to take a bath while Olivia decided to help Owen with the pizza.

She undressed herself and turned on the water. She stopped for a second when she saw herself in the full – length mirror which was standing in the corner of the bathroom. She put the palm of her hand on her stomach.

"Hi." She whispered. "I'm your Mommy. And I would really appreciate if you could stop making me sick all the time. Your sister was a lot better about that. I really hope you're a boy and look like your Daddy." She shook her head at her own silliness. She had to tell Owen. She just hadn't figured out how. She wanted it to be special this time.

When she got out of the tub and walked downstairs she could already smell the pizza. She stopped, expecting to get sick, but to her surprise she didn't. Thank you, she told her baby inside her head.

"Look who looks alive again." Owen said pointing at Cristina who made a face.

"Mommy! Pizza is almost ready."

"It smells delicious baby. You did a good job."

Owen took the pizza out of the oven and placed it on the table. Everyone ate until they were completely full.

"Thanks you two. This was delicious."

Olivia smiled proudly. Owen ruffled her hair.

"I believe it's bedtime now." Cristina said giving her daughter a knowing look.

"Mom please just a little longer."

"No. Plus stop trying to fool yourself. You look like you're going to fall asleep any minute."

"I have to agree with your mother on that." Owen said seriously. She did look very tired.

"Fine." She said as she stomped up the stairs loudly.

"I had hoped it would take longer for puberty to kick in." Cristina sighed. Owen chuckled.

"You go get her ready for bed. I'll clean up the kitchen." He said. She stood up and kissed him on the lips. Slowly and intense.

"How did I deserve that?" He asked in a fake surprised tone.

"Thank you. For everything." Well almost everything, she thought.

"You're welcome."

Olivia was asleep in a matter of seconds. Cristina had barely started her goodnight story about her patient with Shone's complex from last week and she was already sound asleep. Cristina eased herself off the bed and went back downstairs to Owen. Now was her chance to tell him.

"Wow that was quick." He said.

"Yeah, she was really tired." Cristina smiled at Owen and put one hand on his cheek.

"What?" He asked with a confused smile.

"Nothing…" She said, her voice trailing off a little.

"What is it? I know something's up." He asked as he stepped back.

"Can you sit down for a second?" She asked.

"Why?"

"Just do it." He sat down. She walked towards her bag and fished out the ultrasound picture from the other day. She had written something on the backside. She put it on the desk with the with side up.

"Some people don't believe in heroes, but they haven't met my Dad."

He read what was on there. He was touched but a little confused. It was cute that she would write something like that, but the piece of paper didn't really fit. She saw his confusion and smiled.

"Turn it around." She simply said. He did as he was told and when he realized what it was he stared at Cristina in awe.

"Cristina…" His words failed him. She took his hand and put in on her stomach.

"Congratulations, superhero."

He couldn't help but grab her and pull her into a long passionate kiss that would lead to so much more.

A/N: I tried to make this as cute as I could and this is the best I came up with. I hope you enjoyed it. LEAVE A REVIEW to make me happy. Thank you.