A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to update! Things went on, but I've got this chapter written and it's a lot longer than the others. So enjoy!

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Cristina placed her keys into the bowl by the door of the frat house and kicked off her shoes. She continued walking through the house, looking for any signs of anyone in the house. She left her bag on the couch and moved towards the kitchen to where the noise was coming from. As she rounded the doorframe, she was surprised to see Owen standing there, drinking a cup of coffee. As he saw her he smiled.
"What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting this afternoon?"
"I did and I've been, but I noticed that both Wilson and Karev are working the night shift and that you aren't, so I came over and I'm going to cook a little something for you because I refuse to let you eat a takeout every night."
She leant against the frame of the door, "so what exactly are you cooking?"
"Just some soup, there will also be enough for your housemates."
"Uh huh. Well, thank you I suppose; but you don't have to do it. You're busy enough as it is and I'm sure you have other things to do with your time." Cristina raised her eyebrows and moved towards the cabinet, reaching for a glass and walking to the sink.
Owen watched her movements; he knew she was suffering from morning sickness at all hours of the day, he had heard her emptying the contents of her stomach, but he was too afraid to walk in to help her. After all they were not exactly a couple. "I do have to do it Cristina. You're carrying my child. I need to look after you both."
Cristina cocked her head at him, walking back across the room towards the stove, taking a spoon to the soup and tasting it. "It's nice. Chicken right?"
"Yes, and it's not done; so stop eating it."
She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm hungry, and you better get used to it because I'll be hungry for the next seven months." Cristina mentally kicked herself; that was not how she had planned to tell him. She had thought about it all day, and now it had just slipped out. She turned around to face him, waiting for her words to sink in.
Owen's eyes lit up at her words, it didn't take long for them to sink in. He closed the short distance between them; pulling her body closer to his and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue moved over her lips asking for entry, which she allowed. He allowed his tongue to massage hers for a moment before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers, listening to their heavy breathing for a moment. "Thank you. I love you so much that it hurts Cristina Yang. I will always love you, and I never thought I would be able to love you anymore than I did when we got married, but you've made that possible."
Cristina let out a shaky breath, "I love you too. I- love you too." She pulled back out of the intimate moment and looked him in the eyes.
All he could do was smile. "I need to call Emma."
"Wha- What?"
"I need to meet with her. I need to tell her that I'm ending the relationship." He pulled Cristina in for another embrace. "I want to be with you Cristina. I want to be there for you and our baby every step of the way. Please." He placed a kiss on top of her head before letting her go and grabbing his coat. "I'll be back later and we can talk about it. We should talk about it." Owen placed a gentle kiss to her lips before heading out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
Cristina watched him leave, a shocked expression on her face. This is not how she wanted it to go; she would have been content in raising the baby by herself with Owen present, but that wasn't the case now. She stood there for a moment, she was pregnant with her ex-husbands baby and now he was on his way to break up with his current girlfriend. How did it become so complicated?