Coming Back

Change of Heart

When we arrived in the hospital we hurried through the hallways, hopefully not to be seen after Christina had called in sick. We finally made it into a sonogram room and laughed at the fact that we had almost gotten caught by Karev. Addison slipped inside just as Cristina had sat down.

"Good morning" she smiled as she patted Cristina's knee. "Let's get started" she brought the cart closer to the bed and turned it on. Cristina gripped my hand tightly as she laid back and lifted her shirt. "It's gonna be chilly" Addison grabbed a bottle and squeezed a dollop onto Cristina's abdomen.

Cristina glanced over at me, she obviously had no idea how she felt. I kissed her forehead and smiled reassuringly as a strange sound filled the room. I looked up at a gleaming Addison who was getting a better angle. "There's the heartbeat" I laughed lightly as I watched the blotchy figure on the screen. "You look about eight weeks" she glanced at a blank Cristina.

"You ok?" I asked as her eyes stayed glued to the screen. She stared for a long while, contemplating. She slowly turned her head to look at me, breaking down in tears. I wiped her eyes gently and kissed her hand.

"We're-" she sniffled "we're gonna have a baby" she ran her fingers through her hair with a slight smile. My worry melted into happiness as I was handed several stills. I ran my fingers over them as Cristina cleaned off and sat up, tears streaming down her cheeks. Addison left, saying we could stay a little while.

I helped her stand and handed her the pictures, wrapping my arms around her from behind. She leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder. "We're gonna be fine" I whispered as I moved my hands to her belly. She nodded smiling and laid her hands on top of mine. "She's gonna have your hair" I chuckled as she elbowed me.

"HE" she smirked "he is gonna have your hair, and your eyes"

"What makes you so sure it's a boy?" I raised an eyebrow smiling.

"Mother's intuition" she looked at me proudly. I laughed and shook my head.

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I smiled as I watched her, she had been sitting in the extra room for hours. I'd found her and left her alone, watching silently from the doorway. She got up and walked to the door, her hand resting on her hand on her belly. It had been almost four weeks since we had gone to the sonogram appointment. Since then I'd made her cut back on surgerys and shave time off her shifts. She saw me as I was lost in thought, staring into space. She kissed me gently snapping me into reality.

"Next week we get to see her again" I smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not gonna argue with you about this anymore. It is a boy, and that's final" she wrapped her arms around my neck smiling.

"Yes ma'am" I smirked, picking her up behind the knees and taking her into the bedroom. "But for now you two are going to take a nap" I laid her down on the bed as she glared.

"I'm pregnant, not disabled" she rolled her eyes.

"I know I know" I shook my head as I crawled up beside her. She eyed me curiously as I laid horizontally on the bed. I gently rested my chin against her belly. "Hey baby girl" I whispered, glancing up at Cristina who was trying to look annoyed.

  "Baby boy!" She laid her hand on my head, gently stroking my hair.

"I can't wait to meet you" I smiled "you're gonna be the best trauma surgeon Seattle Grace has ever seen" I glanced up at Cristina, who rolled her eyes.

I sat up and laid next to Cristina, who snuggled into me. I kissed her hair and wrapped my arms around her, she soon fell asleep. I was careful to lay still as I called Kepner, checking up on a few patients. Just as I finished my call I noticed warm sensation against my thighs. I lifted the sheets to find a large pool of blood.

"Cristina!" I gently shook her. She groaned at sat up, her gaze meeting mine. She looked at me and began to cry. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bathroom, laying her in the bathtub gently. I jogged back to the bedroom and grabbed my phone, calling Meredith.

She would have been twelve weeks in three days.