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Owen widened his eyes and mouth. He looked very shocked. "How can it happen？ It was just once..." "Owen, I know you are not ready to be father..." "Cristina... " He touched her stomach. "We made a live, here." She put her hand on his.
"Are you keeping it？" "What do you want me to do？" She laid on him and put her head on his chest. He wrapped her sholders and head. "I want you. I want our baby. But..." "But you are scared, right？" "Right..." "You know what？ I am scared, too."
She looked him up. Their eyes met. "We can figure this out." He said softly, then pushed his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. They were making it intense. He flipped over her body. He covered her body and started taking off his clothes.
"Owen, wait...I can't..." "Right...it doesn't fix anything." They stopped what they were doing. He laid next to her. He exhaled. "I think I told you that having a family was my dream, with two or three kids, you know." He was talking to her and she nodded.
"But I had an ideal situation... At least I shouldn't have my own problem when I have a baby." "Owen, have you ever had a baby with another woman？" "Cristina what？ No...!" "Because I know you had so many girlfriends. I wouldn't be surprised if you had any."
"Cristina, stop mentioning my girlfriends in past. Yes, I may have had sex with girls, but they didn't get to be pregnant." "OK...I was just checking." She touched his head. "I might be jealous..."
"Anyway, Owen, you should look after yourself first. You are getting better, but it's not finished yet." "I know..." "I didn't know what to do with the baby, but I determined to keep it." "Really？"
"Owen, you need a reason to recover from your wound. The reason is going to be not only me, but also the baby, it will encourage you, right？" "Right...right, Cristina. Thank you." He held her and kissed her.
"Should we...should we live together or..." He offered her anxiously. "No, I don't think so. I can take care of myself and the baby. You should concentrate on yourself. When you finish curing PTSD...then we should start living together. How about this idea？"
"Cristina, but I am not sure if I can finish it... It might take a couple of years..." "That's OK. It took me about twenty years to get my dreamy guy. I can wait for him for another twenty years. He said he wanted to be around me for forty years, then we would still have twenty years to spend time with."
"Cristina...I love you." He held her very tightly. "But please get it done as quickly as you can, because I don't think I can handle everything, raising a child and my career, but more than that, I don't think getting back to the life without you would be easy." She was shedding tears.
"Of course." He said, very strongly. "You are the reason I live." "Not only me." "Right. You and the baby. Our baby." "Owen, I love you...I am sorry that I was so upset." "That's OK. Thank you for telling me."