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"Crissa thinks I'm the mother who's left her."

Owen just sighed, frustrated, and rubbed his face with his hands a couple of times. "I… I need to talk to her. I should talk to her," he said and started to go find her and Meredith.

"Hey!" Cristina called after him, making him stop. "What're you gonna tell her?"

"I don't know! Whatever that makes her feel better and make her believe that you're not her mom."

"The truth, for example?"

"Maybe… I may have to do that."

Cristina bit her lower lip and shook her head. "Don't."

"W-…" Owen looked at her confused and with furrowed eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"Don't tell her the truth. She's just too young. She doesn't have the capacity to know this. She's just… too young to find out that not only she doesn't have a mother but also the man she thinks is her father actually is not. It's just too much for her."

"I know," he nodded. He looked at her helplessly and sighed. "But what else should I do? Let her think you're her mom and hate you?"

"Yes, I mean… I'll be gone in a couple of days anyways. She doesn't have to deal with me. Just… it's better if she hates only me. It will ruin her if she loses you too, knowing you're not who she thought you were." She said, but then sighed. "Though, it'll also ruin her if she thinks I'm her mother. Because when I leave it's like her mom's left her again… and… I hope this was different."

"I do too."

Cristina felt so so bad, both for Owen and Crissa. She wished she could help them in some way, but there didn't seem to be any way of helping them.

"Maybe I make up a story." He broke the silence and looked at her again. "I can tell her that you and I separated like seven years ago and I just found someone who looked like you and then… she was born."

Cristina smiled, shaking her head. "That's a nice story… but however smart, she's still only six years old and she can't really comprehend it all."

"Right…" he let out desperately and sat down on the floor helplessly.

Cristina looked down at him with a sympathetic look on her face, then, sat down next to him.

Seeing her sit down from the corner of his eyes, he looked up and smiled thankfully. "I should make up a story though…"

"Are you better now? Do you want a glass of water?" Meredith asked, rubbing little Crissa's back. She then, reached for the paper tissue's box and handed one tissue to her.

She shook her head, her black curls shaking. Not looking at Meredith's face, she grabbed the tissue and muttered a 'thank you'.

Meredith smiled kindly and sat down next to her. "Now do you want to tell me what's happened?"

Finally, she looked up at her favorite aunt and hiccupped lightly. "My mom is back here and she denies that she's my mother and she's probably going to leave me again," she explained as she rubbed her eyes with paper tissue, not wanting more tears to flow.

Meredith's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the girl. "Your… mom?" She was a bit confused. Didn't she not have a mom? She was sure she didn't.

"I thought she was my adulthood, first, because we looke alike very much. But now I see why we're so alike…"

"Wait… your adulthood?" she questioned as she frowned even more. "Cristina?!"

The little girl just nodded her head, feeling more tears at the corner of her eyes.

"But Cristina is not your mom," Meredith said.

"Of course she is. She used to be married to my dad. Emma told me. And we look alike. Of course she is."

"Oh…" was Meredith's simple answer as she leaned back against the couch of the attendings' lounge, sighing lightly. Cristina and Owen's life had always been complicated. Not everyone could understand it now how was this little girl supposed to understand it all. Of course, they never were worried about explaining it all to Crissa, because no one ever expected to see Cristina Yang again. No one could've predicted that she would ever be back in Seattle, even though for only two weeks.

"I hate her. She left me and now she will leave me again. How can she do this to me? Does she not care about me? But if she doesn't why did she treated me so nicely all the time and became my friend? Does she want to be close to her daughter when she can like in films?" She looked up at Meredith helplessly, with so many questions roaming her little head.

Meredith sighed lightly. "Do you want me to take you to your dad? Maybe you two can talk and he can answer some of your question." She indeed had to take her to Owen. Suppose she would answer one of her question and the answer would not have been what Owen would've wanted his kid to know.

"Okay." She said softly and wiped the last of her tears.

"First let's wash your face." Meredith said, smiling kindly at her and grabbed her hand leading her to the small sink in the lounge.

Cristina looked at Owen and watched him being so deep in thoughts. It'd been almost half an hour that they had sat on the floor. She cleared her through, dragging him back to the present.

He looked at her at the sound of her. "What?"

She shrugged. "Do you need anything? I have to go, check on my patient and then go back to hotel and start… packing. I'll go back to Paris tomorrow night. So… just tell me if you need me to do anything regarding Crissa. If I can talk to her or something."

Owen sighed. "No… I think only I can solve this. But thanks for your offer," he said and smiling appreciatively.

"No problem," she said and got up from the floor.

"So you're going tomorrow?"

She nodded lightly and just got a small nod from him. Did he not like her to go? She though. "So I'll see you before I go today. Or probably tomorrow."

Owen nodded again and watched her walk away. "Take care now," he said before she was too far to hear.

At the sound of him, she stopped walking and turned around, a faint smile on her lips. "You too."

"Daddy," Crissa called as she saw him sitting on the floor and ran towards him, then sat next to him.

At the sound of his precious daughter he looked up, a smile lighting up his face. "Hey," he said wrapping his arms around her small body and hugged her close. Having noticed her puffy eyes, he smiled sadly. "Are you better now?" he asked her, stroking her little face.

She nodded. "How do you know I wasn't feeling better before?" she asked.

"Everyone in the hospital is talking about it. Everyone was worried about you. Well I wanted to come after you but when I heard you were with Aunt Meredith I thought maybe you needed some time with her." He said, kissing her tear stained cheek and then looked up at Meredith who was standing beside them, mouthing a thank you.

Meredith nodded, smiling lightly. "So I better go. Derek and Bailey are with Alex, I should join them for the appointment." She said. "See you later." And with that walked away, letting the father and daughter have some privacy.

"Did you love mom so much?" Crissa asked and turned to look at her dad.

Owen sighed, not knowing how to answer her question. He didn't know if he had to think about Cristina when answering her or her real mother. He just sighed.

"Did it hurt you when she left?"

"Crissa…" Owen whispered and smiled sadly. "Cristina… she did use to be my wife… and I really, really loved her a lot. It hurt deeply when she left, but… she is not your mother."

Crissa's eyebrows furrowed, she looked confused. "But she was your wife and I look exactly like her." She reasoned.

"Yes… it's complicated, Crissa. And it's a bit too soon for you to understand…"

"I am so smarter than my age though. You always say it."

"Of course. You're a genius, but… it's different."

"I wanna know," she demanded.

Not liking to see her that sad, Owen nodded. "When she left, I missed her so so much. So… I just found someone who looked a lot like her and… well… I… dated her and then you were born." Owen took a big breath not believing he was telling these to his six-year-old daughter. But Cristina was right, he couldn't have told the truth.

"So where's my mom?"

"I don't know… after you were born… she… just… left." Owen sighed aloud. "I'm sorry, Crissa. I know it's so hard for you. But, it's… this…"

Crissa, just staring at her dad's blue eyes, felt tears welling up in her eyes again. A single drop of it flowed down her face, making Owen's heart sink. She just nodded her little head, letting a couple more drops fall down her cheek.

Owen wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as close as he could, literally crushing her, and kissed her top of her head several times. He never liked seeing her cry.

The little girl was hurting badly, but at least she had this wonderful father who she loved so much. Just being in his strong arms would help her forget what had caused her pain. His father was wonderful. If every kid had both a mom and a dad, she had one dad who was better than any pair of parents. He was the best. He was her hero and her rock. He was her best friend. He was all that she had. She would never change him with anything. "I love you, daddy," she said softly, against his chest, as she was listening to his heart beating.

Owen smiled against her head and kissed it again. "I love you too."

"I think I should talk to Cristina and apologize. I talk to her so badly."

"I'm sure she will understand, Crissa. She was so worried about you, you know? She likes you a lot." Owen said. "But you can talk to her before she goes to her hotel tonight. Until then, do you want some ice cream?"

Hearing the word 'Ice cream', she jumped out of Owen's arms and smiled broadly. "Yes!"

Seeing that big smile on her face brought one to Owen's face. A smile, this was what he loved to see on her face not tears. "Let's go!" he said, getting up and picking her up, swinging her around, making her laugh out loud. "Let's go!" he said again as he put her down and, hand in hand, they stared to go get some ice cream from the cafeteria.

"Cristina!" Cristina heard her name being called and she turned around only to see Crissa running towards her, with a big smile on her face. The little girl ran and then hugged Cristina's leg tightly.

This put a big smile on Cristina face. She bent down to her level and smiled at her. "Hi," she said.

Crissa smiled even more broadly and wrapped her arms around Cristina's neck, hugging her tight. "I'm sorry for yelling at you today and saying I hated you." She said as she pulled away and looked down, embarrassed to look into her eyes. "I thought you were my mom and I was so angry, but dad explained everything to me."

Cristina smiled softly and grabbed her little chin, making her look at her. "You don't need to apologize, Crissa. I know how you felt."

Crissa smiled softly as well and hugged her again. She, deep down at heart, wished Cristina was really her mom, though. She was pretty and she was kind and she was smart and she was perfect. And she, now, knew how much her dad used to love her. Maybe he still loved her even. She knew Cristina would make both her and her dad happy, but she knew it was not possible. Cristina would go back to her own city soon and forever. But a little girl can always wish for the impossible.

Owen, on the other hand, was watching them hugging. No one could deny that it was a beautiful scene. And if you didn't clarify, no one could tell they weren't really mother and daughter. It made Owen feel sad, though. This was what he would always dream about. He, the love of his life, and their kid. He always wished for a daughter who looked exactly like Cristina. He just watched his every night dream having come to life, though he knew it hadn't really.

Crissa and Cristina finally stopped hugging and Cristina got up. She looked at Owen and nodded; he nodded back. The three of them just stood there in a mutual and comfortable silence until Cristina's phone went off and broke the silence. She took it out of the pocket of her lab coat and looked at the screen. Again, it was the phone call she would receive every night. But this time she had received it a bit soon. It was not even night yet.

"Hello? Hey, Margarit-… what?! What?! He what? Oh… God… you gave him strawberry ice cream?! I told you he was allergic. WHAT DID YOU DO?! I will kill you. How's he? He's chocking?! He's chocking and you're here talking to me. Freakin' take him to the hospital NOW. If anything happens to him, I swear, YOU WON'T CONTINUE YOUR LIFE! I'll be there, just take him to the hospital!"

She hung up the phone, her face red and hot, her heart beating a mile a minute and her breathing ragged. She turned around, only to see two pairs of confused eyes with furrowed eyebrows, staring at her.

"Cristina… is everything alright?" Owen asked, worried.

"Uh… um… I… I'm sorry… I have to go. I have to go," she said and rushed to the direction of the lounge.

Owen and Crissa just frowned and watched her run and then looked at each other, worried and confused.

On her way, she took out her phone again dialing a number.

"Hello?"

"Alex…" Cristina said breathlessly.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

"No… just buy a plane ticket to Paris for me. For tonight. Please, now," she demanded.

"What? I thought you were leaving tomorrow?"

"It's Evan… the stupid nanny has given him strawberry ice cream and..."

"Wasn't he allergic to strawberry?"

"Exactly! And now he's on the way of the hospital because he's… choking. And I am going to Paris NOW."

"Ok, but there's a bunch of good doctors there, Cristina. You can wait 'til tomorrow."

"It's my Son we're talking about. I have to go. Just buy a ticket."

"Alright. I'll call you with the ticket number," he said and both of them hung up. Cristina just ran towards the lounge to change to her clothes so she would go to her hotel room, pack and then rush to the airport. She was too nervous that she was completely oblivious to her surroundings and she did not notice someone had heard her whole conversation with Alex.

Meredith just stood in that corner, having heard it all, her eyes going wider and wider. "Her son?"

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