"What's wrong with you?" Cristina asked sleepily when Meredith stormed to the bathroom to throw up for the sixth time in an hour.

"Hangover." Meredith groaned.

"Normally you're able to hold back some more. We only had three shots."

"Well, then it's a jetlag." Meredith yelled from the bathroom.

"Or maybe you should do a pregnancy test." Cristina joked.

"I'm not pregnant!" Meredith yelled angrily.

"Care to put a bet on it? You're so emotional lately and now the vomiting. And I swear to God that you're breasts are bigger too. Or did you get a secret consult from McSteamy?"

"Cristina! It's not funny! But sure, I'm going to win anyway. Derek and I invented condoms."

"Exactly. That's why I'm going to win. Fifty bucks?"

"We're on." Meredith said as she got back from the bathroom and back in bed.

As the days went by, Cristina got more and more sure that she was going to win the bet. Every morning the same ritual started. Around five Meredith stormed off the bathroom for the first time and she repeated that every ten minutes, for at least 3 hours.

So, on the fifth day of the holiday Cristina secretly went to a drug store when Meredith was taking a nap. She bought a couple of pregnancy tests and some folic acid.

"Hey, sleepy head. Wake up. I have a surprise for you." Cristina teased as she got back from the drug store.

"You're mean." Meredith groaned, but got up anyway.

"I know." Cristina grinned and handed the bag over to Meredith.

Meredith opened the bag and immediately the look on her face changed.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not pregnant?!" She asked, a bit irritated.

"Well, too many times. So I figured that you could prove it to me. You're not scared to loose the bet, are you?"

"Fine! I'll take these damn tests, but you're really not going to win!" Meredith yelled as she stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Oh, and Meredith?" Cristina yelled to the closed bathroom. "You better not throw away the proof."

The bathroom door stayed closed longer than Cristina's expected. It had been almost twenty minutes since Meredith had locked herself up in there and still Cristina hadn't heard anything.

"Meredith, are you okay?" Cristina asked. Then she heard some sniffing. "Meredith, open the door."

It took a while, but then – finally – the door was being opened. Meredith stood there with red, bloodshot eyes.

"Positive?" Cristina tried to ask, hiding her little bit of joy. She'd just won fifty bucks. But she also knew that Meredith was far from ready for this.

Meredith nodded, handing Cristina the positive pregnancy tests.

"Now that bastard knocked me up! He really doesn't know how to give me some peace and quiet when I need it!"

Cristina then decided that she should show some supportive side of her, that she kept hidden most of the times. She sat down on the floor, next to Meredith and put her arm around Meredith's neck. Then Meredith put her head to rest on Cristina's shoulder, sobbing.

They sat there like that for hours - not moving, not talking – until Meredith had finally calmed down a bit.

"You're feeling better?" Cristina asked.

"No, but we can't keep sitting here all day, can we?" Meredith said as she stood up.

"Do we need to talk about this?"

"Not now, Cris. I'm going out for a walk okay. I just need to be alone for a while."

Cristina was flipping through some magazines when Meredith returned almost two hours later.

"Hey." Meredith said, as she closed the door.

"Hey." Cristina greeted back.

"I don't know what to do, Cristina. I've been thinking about this over and over again and I just can't decide."

"First of all, I think you should tell Derek when we get back."

"Cristina."

"You asked. Second… I think you should take the folic acid, just in case you do decide to keep it. Which I don't recommend. You're a resident, residents don't get babies. Attendings do."

"What about Bailey?"

"Screw Bailey."

"And Callie and George?"

"That's different, last time I checked Callie wasn't pregnant yet."

"If I can work things out with Derek and he's okay with it, I might consider keeping it."

"Seriously, Meredith!"

"A couple of days ago you said I wasn't you, and well, this proves it right. I know you would've gotten an abortion right away."

Author's Note: I know it's not the best way to end a chapter, but I really didn't know what to add to this. I think all's said and done here on holiday's. I hope you liked it anyway. They'll be back in Seattle next chapter.