The After

Chapter 5

Cristina awoke to rustling coming from the kitchen, she reached over in search of her husband's muscular body, but her arms landed upon an empty bed.

"Owen" she called out with a sleepy voice.

Owen stuck his head around the corner and smiled at her,

"Morning sleepy head" he said, moving over to give her a gentle kiss. The kiss became more passionate, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He abruptly pulled away and got up to leave, but she grabbed his hand.

"Hey, get back here" she said pulling him back towards her. He complied and resumed his previous position.

"The eggs are going to burn" he said between kisses, before pulling out of her grasp.

"I'm making you breakfast" he said smirking.

She followed him into the kitchen and watched him cooking, admiring him with a smile on her face.

"You need to start eating something more substantial than cereal" he said whilst dishing up the food.

"I like cereal" she moaned in response. But secretly she enjoyed how invested he was in making sure she kept herself healthy for their baby.

"You'll like this" he said placing the plate in front of her along with a cup of coffee.

They both sat down and dug into their home cooked breakfast.

Cristina took a sip of her coffee, "Eww, what is this" she said whilst making a face and pushing the coffee away from her.

"It's decaf" he replied, laughing slightly at her reaction. "You know caffeine's not good for the baby" he said.

She gave him a disgruntled look, "This sucks, how come you don't have to do any of this?" she asked angrily. "How come you don't have to do any of this baby carrying stuff" she rambled "Here I am, a human incubator who throws up everything she eats and is about to get really really fat" she said beginning to cry as she finished her rant.

"You might want to add emotional mood swings to that list" he joked, whilst passing her a tissue. She glared at him in response, taking the tissue from his hand and drying her tears.

"I'm sorry I'm not a woman Cristina" he said sarcastically, "But you're doing a really great job at it" he said trying to reconcile.

She smiled to herself at his comment and went back to eating her breakfast.

"So, what time is the appointment today?" Owen asked, with a mouthful of egg.

"Umm, 4" she replied. " You know it's okay if you can't make it, I really don't mind going by myself" she muttered avoiding his gaze.

Cristina had been worrying about this appointment since they'd made it a week ago. She knew that she had to go but was anxious that the pregnancy might be similar to her last, and so she'd put off making the appointment until Owen had made her.

She'd never told him about her previous pregnancy and didn't intend too, what's in the past is in the past. But she knew he had grown very attached to the baby and couldn't imagine the look on his face if they got bad news today, so she figured it'd be best if she could go alone. But realistically, she knew he would never miss it.

"Don't be silly, of course I'll be there" ,he said looking into her eyes, placing his large hand over her small one, giving it a gentle squeeze. He had noticed that she had been anxious about this appointment but just figured she was nervous about going back to the hospital.

After Owen cleared up their dishes, he had to leave for work.

"See you at 4" he said whilst planting a kiss on her check and quickly laying his hand on her stomach.