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Someone asked about Owen's giving up the chief job. Thanks for mentioning that! I actually forgot to include it in the previous chapter. Yes, Owen gave up his chief position to Bailey so he would have more free time to take care of Crissa. I'll probably have it mentioned in the next chapters. Thanks again. :)

And also someone else asked why I didn't mention Owen's friends realizing how Crissa looked like Cristina. Well of course they did realize which is why Meredith immediately understood what Crissa meant when she told her about her adulthood. But the previous chapter was kinda just Owen's so, I didn't feel the need to include what other characters thought or felt. However, that will definitely be mentioned in future chapters. Thanks for your question though. :)

Please, enjoy the ninth chapter, aka what you all have been waiting for, for quite a long time ;)

"Alright, I'll stay here and you can go bring him here," Cristina said as she smiled slightly.

"Yay!" she exclaimed happily with the widest smile and ran to find her dad.

Cristina stood there, smiling to herself, to fulfill her promise and wait for Crissa's father. She wondered why this little girl was so insistent to have her and her dad meet. She also wondered who her dad could be. There wasn't an Asian male doctor that she remembered working there; probably he'd joined the hospital when she'd left. She sighed and looked down, staring at the tiles while waiting. Then, she heard her named being exclaimed and looked up, smiling. She saw Crissa walking towards her and also saw the hand of her dad being dragged by her. She followed the hand until she met the face and then, her smile froze. Her smile froze and her eyebrows started to get knitted and then, slowly, the smile faded away. On the other hand, her heart was skipping a mile a minute. For the second time that day her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't even feel it beat.

"Daddy, meet Cristina, my adulthood. Cristina meet my dad," Crissa said as she looked at Cristina, smiling sweetly, and then at her dad.

Only when Crissa spoke did Cristina realize she had been holding her breath. She finally let it out shakily and locked gaze with Crissa. She wasn't sure if she could even look up at the person who was said to be her… dad?

"It's so nice to meet you, Ms. Cristina," he said politely, as he extended his hand towards her.

She could see his outstretched hand from the corner of her eyes and finally got the courage to, slowly, look up at him. "L-likewise," she said as she had a broad, fake, and awkward smile on her lips. She hesitantly brought her hand and gave his a light shake. And when she did that, a light shiver went down her spine. She wondered how she could still feel like this even after five years of separation.

Their hands finally separated after what seemed like eternity and they looked at each other again, both having awkward, polite smiles on their lips. "My name is Owen Hunt. I'm Crissa's dad," he said. He took in a breath and let it out shakily, not even knowing what to do next. He knew who he was gonna meet when Crissa came and asked him to come and meet her 'adulthood'. Meredith had told him the previous day that Cristina had come to Seattle. So he knew.

"Owen Hunt…" Cristina repeated, nodding, not knowing what to say, either.

In the meanwhile, little Crissa was looking back and forth at Cristina and her dad, having noticed the strange looks on their faces and their awkward smiles. She wondered what the matter was with them.

"Daddy," Crissa started as she looked up at him. "Does she look like mom?"

Her mom? Cristina wondered. She was a bit confused there. Owen had an Asian-looking daughter who had a mom? She was six and Cristina had been away for only 5 years. None of it made sense, unless Owen had been with another Asian woman while he was still with Cristina and now he had this girl. The thought of it brought a disgusted look to Cristina's face, but she soon faded it.

Owen looked down at Crissa as she asked her question and then looked at Cristina once, noticing the confused look on her face and then looked back at Crissa. "Uh…" he started. "S-somehow…"

Crissa nodded and smiled, looking up at Cristina. "So my mom had been beautiful," she said.

Her comment brought a smile to Cristina's face. "Thanks for thinking I'm beautiful," she said.

"You really are!" she said, giving Cristina another sweet smile.

"Ok, so… I met your dad. And I think I better go, now," she said. She then looked up at Owen. "It was… nice meeting you Ow-… Dr. Hunt," she nodded politely and then smiled at Crissa once more. "I may see you tomorrow, Crissa," she said and with that walked away, out of the hospital.

She sat on the bed of her hotel room, putting her face in her hands. Lots and lots of thoughts were roaming her head all at once. Owen had a six-year-old daughter. Owen had a six-year-old daughter. She was six and Cristina had been away for only five years. Had Owen cheated on her then? Oh, she had to figure it out, she had to.

She searched for her phone in her bag and, as she found it, started dialing Alex's number.

"Hello?" he answered.

"What are you up to?" she asked, her voice showing nothing like her being in a normal 'hey what's up?' state.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"That's not my answer!"

"Ooh, alright. I'm about to go check on a patient, why?"

"When your shift's over, you should come to my hotel room. We need to talk."

"What' happened?"

"Just do it," she said. "Just come here." And then she hung up. She threw the phone on the bed and lay down on it, sighing. She needed answers.

"Could you ask the room service to bring some beer or something?" Alex asked as he settled on the sofa in Cristina's hotel room.

Cristina sighed, shaking her head. She grabbed the phone of the room and tossed it at him. "Do it yourself! Just soon,"

"Geez!" he exclaimed and dialed the room service number, ordering some bottles of beer and some snack. "Alright, what did you wanna talk about?"

"Who's Crissa? I mean I do know who she is. She'd Owen's daughter. What's her story? Who's her mom? When did Owen had her? Just… just tell me everything you know about her. I'm going crazy with all of these unanswered questions haunting my head."

Alex stared at her for a second and sighed. "I thought you'd said you never wanted to know what's up with Owen. I would've told you everything when they were happing."

"I didn't, then. I do now. I need to know…" she said, "Please."

Alex nodded and sighed again. "Don't worry. She'd his adoptive daughter. It wasn't even half a year that you'd gone when he met that one-year-old girl and a month later, she was his daughter."

"But… Crissa was talking about her mother? Who's her mom? Adoptive mom… or whatever?"

"There's no mom. He just wouldn't tell her that he was not her real dad and that her real mom had left her in the bushes in the middle of a park. So he's probably made up a story about her mom. And there's no adoptive mom. Crissa is the only woman in Owen's life."

Cristina just stared at Alex, taking it all in. Just then, the bell rang and Alex jumped up to go get his beers and snacks. He came back and sat back down on the sofa, giving Cristina a bottle of beer.

Cristina was silent. She grabbed the bottle and took a little sip and remained silent. "She looks a lot like me…" she said quietly after some time.

Alex nodded and took a sip of his own beer. "That can be why he chose to adopt her and name her 'Crissa', right?"

She looked up at Alex and just stared at him. "Oh…" she whispered, looking down. "…maybe..."

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. More C/O interaction will be in the next chapter.

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