Burke awoke to find Cristina's head on his chest. Sometime through the night they got tangled in each other. It felt like old times. He softly ran his hand against her stomach when she stirred his hand stayed still. He didn't want to wake her, he wanted to stay like this forever but for right now he'd settle for a few more minutes.

A half an hour later her breathing started to change and she grasped him a bit tighter trying to get more comfortable and fall back into a deep sleep. When she was unsuccessful her eyes peeled opened and she became aware of where she was and who she was with. Lifting her head off his chest she quickly went to move out of his grasp.

"I'm sorry, " she said trying to get up. She never meant to fall asleep on his bed. After he left she decided to lay on his bed and wait for him to come back, closing her eyes she took in the smell of the sheets and pillows. They smelt like him, she missed that smell. Her eyelids became heavy and for the first time she actually got a good night sleep. The kind she did when he used to hold her in his arms.

"Don't," he said tightening his hold on her. "Just stay for a while." She struggled a bit more but when he didn't release his hold on her she melted back into his arms.

It reminded him of the first time they actually stayed the night in an on call room together. It had happened by accident, well sort of, they had this unspoken agreement of their time together. They never stayed in the on-call room together there was aleays the possibility that they could get caught. At first Burke didn't mind the rule but the more he wanted to get to know her, the harder it became to walk away after their rendezvous.

Then one night she didn't have to energy to kick him out or the energy to leave so he laid with her for a while, he planned to leave but before he knew it he dozed off. They awoke four hours later limbs entwined, he marveled at how they fit perfectly with each other, she however tensed and went for her clothes. Before she made it to the door Burke grasped her arm and pulled her back into the bed and got one last taste of her lips. It took her a moment before she kissed him back and when she did he realized how much he loved the small moments he had with her because they were a glimpse into the person she hid behind her walls, and it was so rare to see her that way.

His thoughts were interrupted by the question they had been avoiding all this time. The thing that had broke them.

"Why did you walk away?" She whispered in a low voice trying to control her emotions. She wasn't sure she was ready for the answer but they had to stop pretending like there wasn't an elephant in the room. There was no way that they were going to move forward if they didn't talk about their failed wedding.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, he really didn't know the answer. Of course he had his reasons when he made the decision but now being with her in his arms all of them seemed irrelevant. It wasn't her in the chapel and he wasn't sure he could make her happy in the long run. "It was a mistake"

"That's not enough" There had to be a reason. He was so determined to have a big wedding. It was what he wanted and as much as she hated it she just wanted to be his wife. One moment he was promising he wouldn't be late then he was walking way.

She was set free. He set her free and there had to be a reason.

"I knew you weren't happy." He said honestly. "And I didn't think I could make you happy."

The silence in the room was heartbreaking. They wanted to run in opposite direction and run into each other's arms all at the same time. Instead they just stayed still.

"I wasn't happy with the wedding, but in the end you would have been my husband." She whispered. "It would have been worth it."

"I just wanted you to be happy."

"So you left?"

"Just because I left doesn't mean I stopped loving you. I just didn't know what else to do." Nothing was ever going to take back what he did but he wanted her to know that he still and probably would always love her.

When she didn't say anything he asked her the one thing that he needed to know. "Do you think you could ever forgive me?"

Holding back tears she whispered an "I don't know." She wanted to forgive him but she still wasn't sure she was ready to give him back her heart. Even though she wasn't sure he actually gave it back.

She said she 'didn't know' but her voice told him that she still loved him.

Since they were talking Burke decided to ask another question that had been on his mind since their parents visit. "Why wasn't your mother mad at me?" Helen had actually given him a hug and commented on the fact that she was happy that he was going to be the father of her grandchild. She didn't seem angry with him about leaving her daughter on their wedding.

"You want her to be mad at you?"

"No, but I figured she'd say something to me after all you're her daughter and I left on our wedding day." It took him a while but it finally came to him. Helen didn't know the he was the one that walked away. "She thinks it was you doesn't she? That's why you didn't tell her about your prgnancy."

"Can you just drop it and not worry about what she thinks."

"Why would you let her think that you ended it?"

"Just leave it alone." She hated that he pressed so hard when he wanted to know things

"Cristina"

"I didn't tell her anything. She just figured that somehow I ruined the wedding. And I wasn't going to tell her you left me."

Grasping her hand in his Burke knew that in time they were going to work things out. They belonged together no matter how much they fought it.

A/N: The end….lol just kidding. Maybe. :)