Owen woke up to the sound of Cristina moaning at his side. It was not a good moaning, he suddenly realized, waking up completely in just a couple of seconds. "I think my water has just broken" she whispered, pain in her voice, and sweat covering her forehead. "I didn't know it would hurt so much" she continued, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm guessing from now on, you will be more sympathetic to the women asking for painkillers when they arrive to the hospital" he chuckled, trying to make her laugh and relax. "Let's get you clean and down to the ER… I will get you nice drugs over there" he continued, until he froze upon removing the covers. The white sheets were not just wet, but soaked in blood. His heart skipped a beat; but he could not panic nor allow Cristina to panic. Her life and their child's might be depending on it.

"What?" she moaned again, feeling something was wrong.

"Listen to me Cristina" He said putting his hand on her belly, trying to feel the baby "There is something wrong; your water has not broken, or it has broken mixed with blood. You're a surgeon and you know that is not good, so, I am going to page the hospital so that they will be waiting for us in 2 minutes, and I am going to carry you over there. But I need you to keep calm. You know how important it is that your blood pressure remains stable".

She stared at his blue eyes; pain and angst mixed in her regard, and just nodded, a lump on her throat, and tears forming in her eyes.

She had been surprised about being pregnant, some months after their wedding. It had not been a good moment… well her whole residency was not a good moment, but she had not hesitated for a second. She had been angry about the timing, and scared to death about her being a good mother, but then there had been Owen.

He had nearly jumped of joy at the news; he had been in love with their little Emily since he had heard. Emily after his mother's second name; Emily Meredith Yang-Hunt. Seeing him so happy had made her reconcile with the idea of motherhood. He had been at her side, supporting her every step of the way; always loving and patient. He had tolerated her humor changes and massaged her sore limbs, gone with her to every sonogram and every Lamaze class. Never a word of complain, always saying that it was the least he could do, since she was carrying the baby. She felt that she could do everything with him at her side. Besides, if she turned out to be a dreadful mother, the baby would always have him. Nobody even doubted he would be a great father, just as she had known he would be a great husband. And now this, she thought. It would kill him to lose Emily. It just wasn't fair, she thought, a tear running down her cheek.

He tenderly picked her up in his arms, nervous. The hospital being so close, it was much faster to carry her over on foot than waiting for an ambulance. He had just put a jumper and his sneakers on, while paging Bailey and Arizona.

It took him less than 5 minutes to bring her over, but they felt like an eternity. Still entering through the door of the ambulance bay, he started barking instructions at the nurses to get her on her way to the OR as quickly as possible, so that she would be ready the moment Bailey and Arizona arrived.

He was focused and in charge until Bailey arrived; then he gave her the reins and followed on her way to the OR, holding Cristina's hand and telling her how much he loved and that everything was going to be OK. Praying to be right.

"Hunt, you know you cannot come in… go to the gallery" Bailey said, stopping him in front of the entrance to the OR.

He grabbed her arm as she was turning around to follow the gurney into the OR "Bailey, if it comes down to a choice… promise you will save Cristina" he begged, his voice breaking.

"It will not come down to that choice… but if it does; I promise!" She answered holding his arm back. "I will bring you back both of your girls, safe and sound"

"Thank you" He hoarsely whispered, leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Not wanting to think about something going wrong. Just the thought of living without Cristina made his heart stop beating, fear ripping his gut. He didn't even see Arizona approach, closely followed by Callie and Meredith.

"Bailey" Cristina called hoarsely, stopping Harvey, the anesthesiologist, from putting the oxygen mask on. "Bailey, I need you to promise that my girl goes first" she begged. "If you need to make a choice, she lives… I need you to promise…" she insisted, grabbing Miranda's arm and taking her breath away.

"´Don't piss me off, Yang, I am not to lose any of you. Hunt would tear me apart if I did it, so, you are both going to behave well, and let me get you out of here quickly." She answered, knowing that Cristina would appreciate the snarkiness, unable to give her the reassurance she wanted. God forgive her, but she would save Cristina without hesitation, and not just because of Owen begging her to. She could not lose another one of her babies. But right now she needed to forget it was Cristina Yang on her table, and focus on the surgery.

She looked up and saw Hunt sitting on the Gallery, with Meredith, Callie and Derek at his side. Seeing him with his head down was heartbreaking.

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Cristina felt the bright light through her eyelids before opening her eyes. She could feel her temples pounding and her mouth dry. A bit disoriented she opened her eyes. And saw Owen sleeping on a chair, with his head leaning on the bed at her side, holding her hand. Her mind was still a bit blurry, but she pressed his hand with hers to wake him up.

"Owen?" she whispered.

He woke to her movement, sleepy but quickly getting up to get closer to her face and kiss her, thanking god for having her back.

"Emily?" she asked hoarsely.

"She's fine Cristina, and she's beautiful; just like her mum. Dark hair and almond shaped blue eyes" He said, moved, kissing her again, and caressing her cheeks. "She is in the nursery, probably screaming off the top of her lungs and scaring the nurses; seems to have your looks and your character. She's going to be trouble" he teased

"Good" she said "those nurses shouldn't get too comfortable in my absence" she joked still in a whisper, caressing his stubble; relief warming her up. "Page Mer to bring her over, want to see her" she requested.

Before Meredith could be paged, she entered the room carrying little Emily in her arms, and wearing a big smile. "Hey Mummy, look who's here", she laughed as Owen approached to carefully take his tiny daughter from her arms. "You had us worried, you know! I'll come back later to scold you" she joked, relieved to see her friend recover, and swiftly left the room to allow her some privacy.

If she had stayed, she would have seen her dark and twisty friend let a tear roll down her cheek while holding her baby girl for the first time. Still weak from the anesthesia, but strongly supported by the big arms of her husband, she kissed her baby's forehead, and smiled at her. They had made it, she thought. They had made a beautiful baby, and she felt life could not get any better.