A/N: I really wanted a breakfast in bed scene, but Cristina was going to trip over and stain the sheets. Burke wouldn't be too happy with bread crumbs on the carpet. Kitchen is still cool, I hope.

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Cristina didn't usually wake up smiling—her mother used to call her a grumpy child. Today, she smiled although she didn't wake up to the smell of coffee. Last night was fantastic. It was so fulfilling both physically and emotionally that all night long she was dreaming of wonderful things happening between Burke and herself.

It was barely dawn, yet she was so full of energy that she couldn't fall back to sleep. Cristina rolled out of bed, careful not to wake him up. He was sleeping like a baby. If there was one person in this world who could elicit the maternal instinct in her, it would be this man.

She would give him everything. She vowed to take every measure to protect him, like a child. The determination surprised her, but she couldn't stop the corner of her lips from curling up as she pulled the quilt over his shoulders. Must be the hormones.

The room was a little chilly but she felt warm inside. Her nightgown hanged loosely around her. In his sleep, Burke thought he saw a fairy flew by him and gave him a quick peck on his lips. She smelled great.

Cristina scanned through their spotless kitchen the same way she looked around the OR on her first day at Seattle Grace.

True, she couldn't cook a chicken, but she knew how to boil an egg. A year ago the word breakfast wasn't in her dictionary, and now she's making one. That was simply unbelievable.

She shook her head at the sight of the package of the bread loaf. Burke was so health-conscious. It had to be whole-wheat bread with omega-3, or else he wouldn't eat it.

"What's wrong with the wheat bread?" Burke whispered into her ear before kissing the back of her neck.

"Oh, you're up."

"Are you making… breakfast?" Burke's eyes lit up with amazement.

"What else might I be doing?" Cristina smiled in pride.

"So it's gonna be plain bread and coffee I assume?" Burke teased her.

"And eggs," Cristina added. "Now, go get the toast and coffee ready. I'll be ready soon."

Burke clasped his hands and waited patiently at the table. Cristina seemed to be really serious about what she was doing. It was fun to watch.

"Stop looking at me. You're making me nervous!"

Burke burst out laughing. Was this her first time boiling an egg?

Without saying a word, Cristina placed two silver egg stands in front of them.

The creature sitting in the stand looked adorable. The top was cracked open and one could see the creamy yoke and the solid white.

"Is that soft-boiled egg? I am impressed," Burke's spoon advanced into the core of the egg.

"Wait!" Cristina stopped him. "You need to add sugar."

Burke raised one of his eyebrows. "Who taught you to eat soft-boiled eggs with sugar?"

"Nobody," Cristina looked like a child anxious to have the approval from her parent. "But I like it that way."

"Ok." The stubbornness in Cristina always cracked him up. Whatever she said, he would follow.

She knew he would laugh if she told him that was how she imagined her first kiss in her childhood fantasy; but this was how she wanted him to remember her, to remember them—solid on the outside; sweet, warm, and tender inside.

Burke couldn't exactly read her mind as they delved into their eggs, but when their eyes met again, their silver spoons landed on the table with a clank. He pulled her towards himself and allowed their tongues to intertwine.

It was delicious.