I am sorry that I couldn't update for a while. I'd like to thank the readers who gave the reviews to encourage me to keep writing. This story won't last so long, a few more chapters. The ending is almost there. Please keep reading.
After Cristina confided her pregnancy to Owen, she felt much better, probably better than ever since she started working. She had been doubtful of being loved by him, however, his attitude and words carried conviction to her that she was surely loved. She didn't know being cared by somebody was this much comfortable. She was happy that she didn't feel the anxiety anymore.
It was obvious that Owen was trying to be a good father for the baby. He worked harder than usual and kept going to counseling. They intendedly withhoolded from having sexual intercourses. Instead of that, they spent time talking a lot. It was too busy for them to go out seeking for the relaxing times, therefore they were usually in on-call room, in the car or on the phone.
Somehow, the main subjects of the conversations were about their past or the baby. Both of them were quite afraid of discussing their future. Cristina slightly knew that Owen wanted to live with her. Owen also knew she was still afraid of him, then she was precautious to move on.
"So, we have prepared for the baby stuff...a bed, a buggy, clothes, a feeding bottle, a teething ring, bibs and picture books. What else the baby need?" One day, Owen was talking to Cristina in on-call room. He was holding her on bed, they were fully clothed. "I think...we have to start thinking of the name." She answered.
"Right! How could we put off that?" He agreed. "We don't know the sex yet, then we need to think about both of the girl name and the boy name." She looked up his eyes. "I wish we already knew the sex..." He sighted. "Which do you want? A boy or a girl?" She asked him.
"Well, it doesn't matter - as long as the baby is ours, you know." Owen touched her cheeks, that made her feel calm. "Do you think the baby has blue eyes like you do?" She started touching his cheeks as well. "I think the baby has curly hair like you." Then he kissed her, softly. "And full lips." They smiled and the kiss was getting more passionate.
Cristina thought she got to understand why people generally want their kids. Living for somebody elese was much worthy than she would ever imagined. She was also happy that made him - her seacret crush from her adolescent - happy. He was wound and might be lost, but he found the hope which made him alive. Cristina never knew this feeling, she hoped this would last forever.