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And c'mon, it's not creepy that they have children looking like the other… it's cute! And imagine if they ever become a family (hint hint), it's like they have a daughter and a son each looking like each, you know what I mean? Haha.

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"Mommy!" Evan said, her voice raising a bit, exasperated that his mom was not answering him after he called her five times.

"O-okay. G-go to the living room I'll come put another DVD for you, okay?"

He let out a big sigh, knowing his mom would do what she said in probably an hour, and walked out of the room.

"Cristina?" she heard Owen calling her and turned her focus back to the phone. "What?" she asked in a tone as if she hadn't noticed that Evan's screams were loud enough for Owen to hear.

"Who was that?" he asked for the second time.

"He… was Evan, my… son…"

"Your… w-what di-… uh… you have a son? A…"

Cristina let out a big breath and rested her elbow on the desk, resting her forehead on the palm of her hand while her other hand was holding the phone. "The boy who was choking on ice cream, who made me come back to Paris sooner than I had planned is my son, Evan."

"You… have a son." He repeated. Cristina could hear him gulp and, hearing the sound of the air, moving, she could tell he'd sat down. The News must've been too much for his handling.

"I have a son… he's 4 now."

"4." He repeated. "So… uh who's the fa-…" Beep-beep. His pager's sound could be heard in the background. "Uh…"

"We can talk later, go see what it is," Cristina said. She was somehow relieved for what just happened. It gave her some time so she wouldn't stutter while giving him the answers he needed.

"We will talk. Please?" he said, his voice demanding.

"Yeah, we will."

"Okay, bye for now."

"Bye," she said, her voice barely beyond a whisper and hung up. As she put the phone back on its stand, she rested her forehead on the cold glassy surface of the desk and sighed.

"Mommy!" Evan screamed, exasperated, dragging Cristina back to reality and making her go back to the living room quickly. "Sorry," she muttered kneeling down in front of the TV and put another Pink Panther DVD in the player for Evan. "Here you are," she said it started playing and got up from the ground. She, then, walked to kitchen and sat down at the table, sighing again.

She knew exactly what Owen was thinking now. That she had a baby, another man's baby while she'd denied him his. She could feel the pain in his voice when he kept repeating 'you have a son'. She needed to explain everything for him, so she would be at peace as well as him. She really didn't want him to ever think that she'd just hadn't wanted his kid.

"You paged?" Owen asked as he walked in trauma room 2 only to see Meredith hover her hands over the patient's eyes to close it. "Was I… late?" he asked, defeated. It felt terrible whenever he lost a patient only because he'd arrived a bit too late to save them, thinking he could've saved them if he'd just been a bit quicker.

"No there was no hope for him at all. You couldn't have saved him even if you'd arrived on time," Meredith answered. "Don't worry."

Owen nodded and, glancing at the patient for one more time and sighing, exited the room. Meredith followed him after telling the nurse to take the patient to the morgue. "Are you okay?" she asked, seeing that he definitely was not good. "I told you he could've died even if you'd made it on time, if you're feeling guilty."

"No…" he muttered. "Well I do feel bad about that too. I still think I could've done something, but… it's not that."

"So what is it?"

"You don't want to listen to it, Mer. Just forget it," he said and started to walk away, but Meredith stopped him, grabbing his arm. "Owen?"

He sighed, shaking his head and looked down. "Why did you ask if I'd want to make it work if Cristina and I were on the same page at all? I mean it's something obviously impossible, so why would it ever strike your mind to ask it?"

"I just… w-wondered."

"You know," he said, his tone getting more serious, yet more demanding.

"I… know? What?"

"Cristina has a son!" he said, yelling in a form of whisper.

Meredith's eyes went wide and she just stared. "uh…"

"That's why you asked."

"Uh…"

"Meredith!"

Meredith let out a breath and looked down, then looked back up at him. "I found out. I heard her conversation with Alex on the phone when she was asking him to book a plane for her. I heard her telling Alex that her 'son' was choking on strawberry," she explained. "How did you find out?"

Owen sighed. "I heard the boy calling her 'mommy' when I was talking to her on the phone."

Meredith nodded. "What did she tell you?"

"Before she could tell something, you paged me and I had to end the call. But I'm going to call again."

"Okay."

"I just… can't believe it. She has a kid… and… I am sure as hell, it's not mine which means that… she kept another man's kid while my baby…" he paused, running a hand through his hair and then rubbed his face with it. "I can't… believe it."

"Owen," Meredith whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Just… let her explain it to you, ok?"

Owen looked up at her. "You know something, don't you?"

Meredith nodded. "I got Alex to tell me everything… and… I think you should hear it all from her. I have no place to tell you anything anyways."

Owen nodded. "I am going to call her again. W-what time is it though? She might be asleep."

"It probably only 10 or something for her. Just call her."

Owen nodded, taking his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down his phonebook and stopped as he found her number. Staring at it for a second, he finally pushed 'dial'.

The sound of the phone almost made Cristina pour her glass of tequila on the table. She'd known he'd call sooner or later, but she just was not really expecting it. She tested herself to see if she was sober enough and then picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"It's Owen."

"Right, hey."

"So let's talk."

"Okay," she whispered. "Just could you wait a second?" She got up from the kitchen table and walked to her study, glancing at Evan in his room to see him sound asleep on her way. "Okay," she said as she closed the door and sat down on the ground, leaning against the door.

"I have questions…"

"I know, ask away," she said, nodding.

"Who is… his father?"

Cristina let out a big breath. "A drunk, drug-addict who'd forgotten he wasn't allowed to drive while being high and died."

"A drug-add-… you…"

"No, Owen, I know better than sleeping with a drug-addict, let alone without protection… he came into the ER and died before I'd had a chance to even check his vitals and left a baby in this world with weak lungs that had collected all the crap his father had smoke."

"So he's…"

"… adopted."

"Oh…" he let out. Cristina could hear his sigh of relief which made her smile, briefly and relievedly. "So… you have a son."

"I have a son," she nodded. "If you wasn't sure that we'd definitely not slept together before I left and you'd see him, you'd think his yours though."

"W-why?"

"He's just the 4-your-old version of you, Owen."

Owen chuckled lightly. "You adopted a baby who looks like me?"

She smiled briefly and raised an eyebrow. "You adopted a baby who looks like me too."

He chuckled lightly again. "So we both… That's interesting. And I named my daughter something like your name."

"His name's Evan. It really does sound like Owen."

"Oh?" he asked and laughed lightly again. "We're…"

She joined in the laughter. "I know." They both laughed even more and then paused in unison, both having soft smiles on their faces which slowly faded too.

It'd been too long since they'd had been so comfortable with each other, just talking and laughing. She couldn't remember the last time they were like this. "I…" they both started in unison and it made them laugh again. They stopped after some seconds again, both enjoying the silence.

"I miss you," Cristina let out after some more seconds of silence, her voice barely beyond whisper but loud enough to make Owen's heart melt. Her eyes went wide after realizing that she'd almost said it. But she wasn't ashamed at all.

Owen gulped and took a breath in. "I miss you too."

So I figured you needed some actual Crowen scene to kill you with the feels and such. So… yup!

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