"Dr. Karev, this isn't the first baby you've seen born, and it isn't the last!" Dr. Montgomery snapped at him as he stood stupefied over Cristina's bed.

He couldn't decide if it was the fact that this was the first time through everything that had happened that he'd seen her as being vulnerable and weak, or if it was the first time that he realized the levity of her loss.

"She needs oxygen, now! Dr. Karev!"

Alex snapped out of it, noticing the fetal decelerations on the monitor and pressed the oxygen mask to her face, "Cristina, breathe..." He commanded at her hushed, "The baby is getting bradycardic, and you need to breathe."

She looked at him, intense fear glowering in her eyes, "I can't do this!"

Meredith squeezed her hand on the other side of the bed, "You have to do this Cristina, you have to. There's no changing your mind now."

"I never made my mind up!" She cried out as another contraction racked her body, ''I didn't want this!"

Karev looked to the monitor, the baby's heart rate dropping dangerously lower and lower by the second and he grabbed Cristina's hand, "You want this."

"No, this is wrong, it's wrong. You shouldn't even be here!" She pulled her hand away, her back arching in pain.

"Cristina, you have to listen to me." Addison stood over her, "You're completely dilated, you're completely effaced, and you have to relax so I can get this baby out or he's going to die."

She looked up to her, her body tensed and gasping for air and shook her head, "No, no...this isn't right."

Meredith grasped her hand tighter, "Cristina, he's almost here, you just have to relax. You can do this, I know that you can."

Alex watched helplessly as she fought against Cristina, searching for the words to help her through this, something that he could say or do to make it easier for her.

But there wasn't going to be an easy anything in this situation.

He'd seen so many women since switching to Addison's service, and he'd found that he had a knack that he'd never admit to for soothing these women with the same voice and different words he'd used to pick them up in bars.

But now he felt as if there was nothing he could do.

"The baby's heart rate is 89...we have to get her into the OR if we can't get her to relax." Addison muttered, "Call the OR, we're going to have to come now."

His mind raced, thinking of the things he could say, thinking of something he could do, and it all seemed to fall into place for him. He bent over her face, grasping her hand once again, "Cristina. Listen to me. You have to listen to me, Yang."

She turned her head to him, color quickly draining from his face, her respirations greatly labored.

"Don't you want to see him? To see how much he looks like Burke? I bet he has that dorky dimple in his chin." He started pulling, anything he could. "I bet that he looks just like him. If you could just relax, and listen to Dr. Montgomery, you can see."

Cristina started to relax a little bit, her mind wandering to the life inside of her with Alex's words.

What if he did look like Burke?

"This baby will never be a replacement, Cristina, for what you've lost...but if you could just relax a little bit more and let us do our job, you can see him. It'll be like looking at him again. You want to see him, don't you?"

She fell back against the bed, and the baby's heart rate started to increase slowly, and Addison shot him a glance, telling him to keep going.

"He left this baby with you, and he wouldn't have done it if he didn't think you were capable. You know everything there is to know under the sun. You're Cristina Yang. This is childbirth. This is cake. You can handle this."

Her contractions started to increase again, and he looked to her, "Are you ready to see him?"

She nodded slightly and raised herself in the bed slightly, using everything that was left in her.

Cristina wanted to see this baby.

She wanted to see Burke.

So she focused the storm deep within her, taking the emotion, the pain, the love, everything she had left in her and built it up.

She could do this.

She knew she would have to do it alone, but she would do it. She didn't make the choice to be widowed, she didn't make the choice to get pregnant, she didn't make the choice to move from their apartment. She didn't make the choice to go on leave.

But now she had a choice to make.

Cristina decided in that moment, she would be a mother.