Author's Note: The prompt was "[character] finds out that everyone knows his/her secret."

Can You Keep a Secret?

There was an extra bounce to Owen's step, which was made more noticeable by the fact that Owen Hunt was not the type to have any bounces in his gait.

"Stop being so obvious," Cristina muttered under her breath, though she couldn't keep the smile out of her tone. It was endearing to see him so excited.

"I can't help myself," he replied. "You make me happy." He leaned in for a kiss. Cristina let their lips meet briefly before playfully swatting him away.

"People are staring." And they were, unaccustomed to them showing public displays of affection.

"Don't care." He swooped in for another kiss before she could stop him.

"All right, Romeo. Time to go to work. Remember, you can't tell anyone until after I've told Meredith, okay? Promise me."

"Promise."

.~.~.~.~.

Owen glanced down at his cell phone to see whether his wife had given him the green light to share their news. He wasn't sure who at work he'd tell first – probably the first person he ran into. Owen checked his watch – still too early to call his mother. She must have told Meredith by now. It's been awhile… Maybe she's in surgery with Teddy.

Before he could go to the surgery board to check, Mark intercepted him with a clap on the back. "Congratulations, Hunt!"

"What?"

"I heard the news! You're going to be joining me in the fatherhood club."

Owen gave him a bewildered smile. "Wait, who told you?"

"Callie. Well, come on, man. We need to celebrate! We are taking you to Joe's tonight. Drinks for everyone – except Cristina, obviously. I—Derek's buying."

"Okay…" How did Callie hear about it? I thought Cristina was telling Meredith first. "Hold on, what do you mean by 'everyone'? Who else knows?"

Mark took a moment to think. "Well, just Callie, Meredith, Derek, Bailey, Teddy, the Chief, Lexie, Karev, Kepner, Avery, and me…so far."

"So far?" Owen asked, incredulously.

"Well, Arizona doesn't know. But she's still out of the country, so… Anyway, you gotta tell me. How'd it happen? Did Yang break out the sexy black lingerie again?"

"How do you know about that?" he replied, thinking back to the moment she'd tried to seduce him against his psychiatrist's orders.

Mark shrugged. "Callie."

Owen shook his head. Apparently, it wasn't Owen who had problems keeping secrets.

.~.~.~.~.

"Uh oh," Cristina said as she fished her pager out of her pocket and looked at it. A "911" from Owen. And she didn't think it had to do with a medical emergency. "I knew Callie couldn't keep her mouth shut. You just had to yell, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry!" Meredith responded. She paused. "Move over. I'm falling off the bed." Cristina obeyed, sliding closer to the wall. The quiet on-call room provided a sanctuary for their silent reflections on their lives.

After Cristina had told Meredith that she was pregnant, her friend had screamed, "You're pregnant?" loud enough for the entire floor to hear. And it was just Cristina's luck that Callie, one of the hospital's most notorious gossips, had been within earshot. Apparently, her threats to make Callie's life a living hell should she spill had fallen on deaf ears.

Still, Cristina couldn't muster up any anger for her friend. She asked, for the tenth time, "Are you sure you're okay?" She knew that Meredith and Derek had been trying for several months now to get pregnant. But Meredith's hostile uterus was remaining stubbornly hostile.

Cristina took Meredith's hand in hers, subconsciously laying their joined hands on her growing belly – as though to let Meredith share this experience with her.

"I'm fine," Meredith promised. "I'm really happy for you." And she genuinely was. After a moment, she remarked, "You should probably go down to the pit and talk to Owen."

"In a minute. We can lie here for another minute."

And so they did, with Cristina letting the future godmother share a quiet moment with her future godchild just a little bit longer.

.~.~.~.~.

Owen spied Cristina the moment she turned the corner into the ER. He quickly met her halfway then led her into the closest empty exam room. "Quick consult, Dr. Yang?" he said for the benefit of those around, though no one was buying it.

The moment the doors closed, Cristina started speaking. "Owen, I know you're mad…"

"I'm not mad," Owen interjected. "Why would I be mad?"

"But you paged me down here. And Callie stole your thunder by blabbing. Well, her and Mark combined. So, I thought you were mad that you didn't get to tell anyone."

"Cristina," he said, pulling her close. "I could never be angry with you for telling everyone we're having a baby. I honestly don't care if they know or not. As long as you're okay with people knowing, then that's all that matters."

"So…why the '911'?"

"Oh, that. I needed you to save me from the hugs and handshakes. I couldn't get any work done… You know, for some reason, some of them were offering me their sympathies. Sometimes, I still don't get the people who work here."

Cristina did. "They think that me plus hormonal mood swings equals 'duck and cover.'"

Owen chuckled. "Really? They think I can't handle your mood swings? I was in the military. I think I can handle it."

Cristina smiled in feigned agreement. Though, if she was completely honest, she'd admit that she, too, worried if Owen could survive the "war" called Cristina's pregnancy. "So, you're sure that there's no one you want to personally tell about the baby?"

"Well, my mother should know, obviously. Actually, let me call her now." He whipped out his cell phone and hit the speed dial.

"Uh, about that…" Cristina started.

Before Owen could question her, his mother picked up. "Mom?"

"Owen, I want you and Cristina to come over tonight for dinner. It's never too soon to start feeding my grandchild."

Owen turned to his wife and laughed. "Is there anyone who doesn't know?"