Burke knew there was no way for him to wake Cristina up merely by calling out her name repeatedly. After giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead, Burke scooped her up effortlessly and sat her on the metallic chair for breakfast.
Rubbing her eyes, Cristina saw the grin of victory on Burke's face and wondered how many different strategies he could come up with each morning to wake her up. Surely he would have to work really hard on it if he's planning to spend the rest of his life with her.
"Eat."
"I'm not hungry," Cristina supported her head with one hand and stared at Burke. "You eat."
Burke had been the one who spent lots of time looking at Cristina, whether it's in bed, at work, or at the dining table. This morning, he was enjoying all the attention he got as put small mouthfuls of pancake into his mouth.
Unlike Cristina, Burke didn't find it awkward at all. The undivided interest on him seemed to be so intense that Burke finally burst out laughing.
"What?" Cristina looked puzzled as Burke covered his mouth with the napkin.
Instead of telling her how he was staring at him as if he was a 3-headed monster, Burke swiftly moved his fork forward and put a piece of pancake into Cristina's mouth.
As sleepiness was slowly lifting its veil off Cristina's face, she leaned forward over their breakfast and returned his generosity with a kiss.
Dropping his fork on his plate, Burke stood up and moved over to Cristina's side as their lips continued their joint venture.
Holding up her arms comfortably at Burke's sturdy back, Cristina enjoyed the way how he massaged her scalp and tactfully dragged her back into their bedroom.
"How about a shower together?" Cristina whispered that into her lover's ear as they were lying in bed side by side. "You know, that can probably save some time and we won't be late."
Amused, Burke raised his brows and teased her, "I thought you said it's worth being late."
The fake pout on Cristina's face only made Burke chuckle harder as they helped each other to the bathroom.
When they finally made it to Seattle Grace, Cristina was 5 minutes early, just in time to catch up with Meredith in the locker room.
"Good morning, Mer."
"You are happy," Meredith exclaimed in disbelief. "It's barely 6am and you're happy. Are you Ok, Cristina?"
Wiggling her brows as she changed into scrubs, Cristina reminded herself not to appear too excited. "Yeah, everything's fine."
"I thought you and Burke are still avoiding each other?"
Cristina covered her face with a smile.
"Did you two just have sex?" Meredith looked at her best friend confused. "Oh my God, you two are talking and you are having sex again!"
"Well, we've always had hot sex, even when we were not talking to each other," Cristina said proudly.
"You two are strange. Made-for-one-another strange." Meredith shook her head with slightly disapproval.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Derek and I can never have hot sex in the morning without getting here late," Meredith mumbled to herself.
Before Cristina got a chance to laugh, Bailey was already standing in front of them, her hand stretched out on the locker door, and her eyes pinning the interns down with intense annoyance.
"How many times do I have to remind you that you're here to work, not to talk about your sex life. If I catch you discussing that again, I'll make sure you don't get to see the inside of the OR for a month. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Grey, Dr. Burke is expecting you for a CABG in 45 minutes. Yang, you'll be on duty at the free clinic today."
Stealing a glance at Cristina, Meredith was surprised she didn't catch any sense of disappointment in Cristina's eyes. After Bailey had left the room, Meredith couldn't help but asked, "You said you two are fine."
"So?" Cristina pretended nothing had happened.
"Burke's not asking you to scrub in and you're not upset about it?"
Recalling the verbal contract she made with Burke the night before, Cristina said in a light-hearted yet rational voice, "I guess he has to give other interns a chance."
"But you are the ambitious intern who wants every cool surgery! And now you're Ok even when he's withholding surgery!" The genuinely concerned expression on Meredith's face was almost comical.
"Shouldn't you be happy for your friend when she's in such a good mood and being so generous about surgeries?" Cristina beamed.
"Ok, I'm happy for you," Meredith was still processing the information in her head, wondering if she was dreaming. "Although I still think you're hiding something from me."
"Stop being paranoid," Cristina snapped.
Meredith headed for the door and suddenly turned back, "You're not married, are you?"