The After

Chapter 8

Cristina and Owen lay in bed on a rare morning off together. Cristina was now 16 weeks into her pregnancy and had a visible bump. She had been back at work for a few weeks, and things were going really well. She had fallen back into the swing of things and was fully enjoying being back. Her pregnancy hadn't interfered with her work much, apart from occasionally snapping at Kepner and the fact that patients often asked her about her bump. She hated sharing personal details with strangers, but thankfully she usually managed to be civil with them.

She had not yet felt any movement from the baby, much to Owen's dismay, but she knew it was normal and was trying not to fret about it. Owen had recently started talking to her bump and at first, she protested, but she actually quite liked it.

Owen and Cristina had spent their lazy morning off laying around and reading baby books.

"Did you know the baby is currently the size of an avocado " Owen noted looking up from his book.

Cristina paused, "Ohh I'd love an avocado right now" Cristina chimed in, getting a sudden craving.

Owen laughed, "You can't eat our child!" he joked.

"What, I'm hungry" she argued.

He placed a kiss on her check, "Fine, I'll make us something to eat".

Cristina watched him walking away with a smile on her face, "I'm gonna take a shower" she said.

Owen was busy in the kitchen when he heard the phone ringing, he ran over to get it noting the Californian area code as he answered.

"Hello" he said into the phone.

"Ohh, hello I think I have the wrong number" the voice on the other end replied, "Is this where Cristina Yang lives?" they added.

"Yes" Owen replied sceptically, "Who's calling?" he asked.

"It's her mother, who the hell is this?" she asked confused.

"Oh, hello Mrs Rubenstein, it's me, Owen" he replied.

The woman paused, "Owen" she repeated puzzled, "Who are you? Why are you at Cristina's place? And where on earth is my daughter?"

It was Owen's turn now to be confused, "I'm Cristina's husband, what do you mean?!" he replied.

The woman audibly gasped, "Cristina's married?!" she uttered.

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Half an hour later, Cristina exited the bathroom with a towel on her head, she saw her husband sitting on their bed holding the phone in his hand, with a perplexed look on his face.

She walked across the room and took a seat on his lap, "Who pissed in your cheerio's'?" she joked trying to make sense of his stern look.

When he didn't reply she poked him playfully, "Owen" she said smiling.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" he asked her sadly, out of nowhere.

Cristina's smile fell off of her face, "What? Of course not, why would y.." she started before he interrupted her.

"Your mother called" he said simply, looking her in the eye. "Imagine how surprised she was to find out that her only child was married, when she didn't even know you were seeing anyone" he said raising his voice slightly in annoyance.

Cristina froze with her eyes bulged out, oh shit she thought to herself. "Owen, it wasn't about you. You don't know what she's like" she argued back.