Cristina had bee working eagerly. Sequentially, she had heavy surgeries which took a long time. Sometimes she felt she couldn't even spend times for makeup. Her hair was much disheveled than usual. Maybe she was working harder than she got pregnant. Owen was worried and he didn't get why she had been working this much hard.

Meredith was in Cristina's room one night. She knew something was wrong with Cristina. "Cristina, you had a six hour surgery today, and tomorrow ‥‥eight hours? Is your body alright？" "What do you mean? Yes, I am fine, totally. How about you? You have a long hour surgery, too." "Yes, but I'm not pregnant like you."

Cristina started at her. "Seriously? What do you mean? Are you saying I should not work as hard as you do because I am pregnant?" "Yes, of course, Cristina. Your body is now carring a life. Your condition affects the baby. You know that." "Thanks for worring, but fine, I am fine." Cristina smiled, but Meredith's facial expression was still stiff.

"Now I feel a joy, which I never expected to have. Working for somebody elese, being cared by somebody elese...that encourages me to do what I have to do." "Do you think that keeping to work as hard as now you do and being a mother is compatible?" "What are you saying, Meredith? They are like intercourses...I work as industrious as I can to be a good mother." "You can't keep doing that way."

Cristina didn't understand what Meredith was trying to say. She looked sad. "I thought you were happy that I am pregnant." "I am. That's why I am telling you to save the job. OK?" Then she left. Cristina sight. She felt a headache and a little dizzy, then she laid on bed.

Then she heard the phone ring. That was a text message from Owen. "We haven't talked for a few days. How have you been？ Are you alright？" Why does everybody ask me if I was alright？ Cristina was kind of sick of the question. She didn't feel like talking with anybody. She closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, Owen was there standing and seeing her, which was completely unexpected for her. "Owen, you scare me! How long have you been here? Wait, is this morning already? How many hours was I asleep..." She looked for a clock to check the time.

Owen silently pull her arms. Cristina automatically stand up and faced to him. Obviously, he was upset. "Owen, what's the matter? Sorry, I couldn't respond the message..." "Why?" He push her on the wall, then hit his arm the wall, which was left side of her.

"Owen?" She didn't understand what was going on. She was scared. That reminded her of the kiss, that she was pushed on the wall, but apparently, the situation was not as romantic as that moment.

"Why don't you appreciate yourself?" He groaned with a serious face. "What？ What dou you mean? Of course I do appreciate myself." "When was the last time you went to see the doctor?" "Well, that was a few weeks ago, I told you I checked the ultrasound and everything was fine." "Go again soon."

"No, I can't. I have surgeries." Then Owen`s left arm hit on the other other side of the wall, which made her tremble. "What would you do if baby was not OK?" "Owen..." "Do you understand? Do you really understand the meaning to become a mother?" She opened her mouth, but no word came frome there. She was speachless.

"Are you listening to me?" He grabbed her sholders and shook them. "Owen, stop, it hurts." In her mind, Meredith's words was running. Do you think it's compatible-? "Do you want me to give up my carrier?" "I never said that. Why don't you understand?!" Owen threw her body. Cristina fallen down on the floor. He inhaled. "Oh no, Cristina, I dididn't mean..."

Meredith opened the door. "Hey, what's going on? I heard the noise...oh no, Cristina?" "Meredith, this is-" "Owen, doesn't matter, call the ambulance, now!" Sheshouted.

Immediately, Cristina was brought to the hospital. She felt pain and her consiousness was blur. Her obsentrician judged that she should rather explain her significant others than herself what was going on. It was still middle of the night. Owen's heart was as dark as outside.

"Is Cristina alright? Is our baby alright?" "First of all...yes, Cristina is fine." "Good." Owen and Meredith exhaled. "But, your baby is not alright." "What? Because today she fell..." "No, it didn't matter. The miscarriage happened last week, probably. She didn't realize it and kept working. She needs a surgery now."

Owen almost collapsed. Meredith supported him. They couldn't believe what was happening. All they could do was just wait. "Meredith...wasI wrong?" She could see his blue eyes were turning to red. "NO, I mean, if you had not bee there, she couldn't know she was not pregnant anymore...so...don't blame yourself, OK?"

It seemed the surgery wouldn't finish soon. "You have a important surgery tomorrow...actually, today. You go home and prepare. I take care of the rest." "Well, I wish I could stay longer...but now leaving, thank you." After Meredith left, Owen was thinking what to do, all alone. Baby was the one who connected him and her. But they lost the baby...

After some hours, the surgery was finished. "You can see her now." Finally he was allowed to come into the room. When he saw Cristina, she looked really weak and painful. Her appearance reminded him of their high school days. "I am so sorry, Owen. You were right. I should have seen my doctor and..." She couldn't keep talking. She was crying.

Owen grabbed her arm gently. He touched her face to console her. She couldn't stop crying. It was such a sad moment. After a while, he finally talked to her. "Cristina Yang, will you marry me?"