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Cristina didn't remember how she got home. She was sitting on the couch and thinking what to do. Should I keep the baby or not？ Should I tell Owen or not？ How can I hide from him, he is the father of the baby, and we work together...Does he want a baby？ Do I want a baby？ She was looking for the answers of these questions.
She didn't think this was a right time to raise a baby. She couldn't define the relationship between her and Owen. They were unstable. Owen had been obviously getting better, but what if he would hurt the baby just like he did to her？ That must be threatening, she thought.
Wait, why do I have to worry about these things？ Cristina was getting mad. I asked him to use the condom, but he ignored me, and I am the one who have to carry his child...It's not fair, isn't it？ The tears were shedding on her cheeks.
Then she heard the doorbell ring. That must be Owen. He is there to play...Cristina couldn't stand up. "Cristina？" Owen pulled the door and found it unlocked. He opened and entered into the room.
"Cristina, you are here...are you alright？" He realized something was wrong. He run up to her. "Cristina, what happened？Are you upset？" When he tried to wrap her body, she suddenly stood up.
"All you want is my body, right？" "What？ Cristina what are you talki-" "You came here to fuck me, so, just get it done!" She started taking off her clothes. "Cristina, wait! Tell me why you are crying." "Because of you, Owen !" "Cristina..."
"You want my body so much, then you tried hard to fix yourself...to sleep with me ! " "Cristina, that's not true, of course I want your body, but that's not all I want." Cristina was still taking off her clothes, continuously.
"I want you. All of you. Your body and soul ." She wore nothing except the bras and panties. She touched the hooks of the bras. "This is enough, stop." He picked up her cloth from the floor and covered her body with it.
"No, Owen ! Just fuck me!" She resisted and pushed it away. "Cristina, calm down." He grabbed her wrists embraced her. "No, let me show you my naked." "Shee..." Owen touched her head and made it cling to his sholder . "That's OK, Cristina, that's OK..." He was feeling her crying in his arms. She closed her eyes and seemingly gave up to oppose him. He slowly released her wrists. She held him, tightly.
"Cristina..." He caressed her bare sholders and kissed her head. The moment reminded him of himself having panick attack. "I am here for you as well as you were there for me." Owen whispered in her ear.
When she opened her eyes, she was in bed next to him. All she worm was just bras and panties. He was on his clothes. She saw his infectious blue eyes which was worried about her. His big hand wrapped half of her face.
"Now you are awake." "Owen...I am sorry, I was..." "Cristina, are you alright now？" He kissed her sholder. "We were supposed to celebrate your recovery, but I ruined it..." "Don't worry, I am happy...happy to be with you here." He smiled.
"Now you look better, so let me ask you this. What made you so upset？" Cristina closed her eyes. "I promised you to become a better man. It 's about me, right？ Tell me." Cristina couldn't turn down his serious request.
"I am pregnant, Owen. This is your baby."