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30 June 2010 @ 06:25 pm
Throw Your Arms Around Me Chapter 2  
Chapter 2 of Throw Your Arms Around Me

Disclaimer: All belongs to Shonda
Rating: K+
Author: alygator
Pairing: Mark and Teddy
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Summary: Mark and Teddy angst then fluff. Established relationship.


A few months passed, Teddy had stopped stressing out about getting pregnant, stopped taking a pregnancy test every month and put it in the back of her mind.

A flu went around the hospital, hitting both her and Mark – along with everyone else. He got over it quicker than she did and was great about taking care of her.

The third day of being sick, still, after Mark had gotten better, Teddy realized it was only bad in the morning. She got dressed late one morning and headed to work, not wanting to spend another day at home, feeling better for the rest of the day.

“Hey!” Cristina greeted her from her spot at the nurses’ station, working on charts. Owen was engrossed in his own work next to her.

Owen’s head popped up to see whom his wife was talking to.

“Oh hey,” he greeted as well. “Finally feeling better?”

“Hey,” Teddy replied giving them both a smiled as she sat at one of the computers. “Yeah, it’s managed to keep itself contained to first thing in the morning.”

“Really?” Cristina asked, intrigued. “Mine just went away. Owen’s, too.”

Owen nodded his agreement.

Teddy shrugged. “I hate you, then,” she laughed. “But at least I can eat.”

“Eating was the best part about getting better,” raved Cristina.

“Oh, I know!” agreed Teddy, “And I’m starving now but I’ll throw up again in the morning.”

Owen’s pager went of and he said a quick ‘bye’ to the two before going to answer it.

Once he was gone, Cristina slid down the counter closer to Teddy and leaned over, closer to her, for a little privacy.

“Are you pregnant?” she asked quietly.

“What?” Teddy looked at her like she had two heads. “No. I mean we’ve been trying –“

“When was your last period?” Cristina questioned.

Teddy looked at the calendar on the computer screen trying to figure it out. She shook her head and looked at Cristina again.

“I can’t be pregnant because for over a year it didn’t happen,” she told her student, and herself, not wanting to have false hope.

“Have you been unusually tired during the day?”

“Yeah, but I just had the flu,” Teddy tried to explain.

Cristina ignored the second part of Teddy’s answer. “Have you been moody and irritable?”

“PMS,” Teddy countered.

“Yeah, whatever,” Cristina scoffed moving around to Teddy’s side of the desk area. “Come with me.”

Teddy closed out of the schedule and stood up, “Where are we going?”

Cristina pulled her arm as she headed down the hall, “To prove that I’m right.”

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Cristina had just picked up the results of the blood test for Teddy when she ran into Arizona.

“Good. I need you to come with me,” Cristina told her, redirecting the confused peds surgeon.

“Ok,” Arizona followed. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” Cristina replied, leading the attending to the exam room where she’d left Teddy.

Teddy looked up as Cristina came back, this time with Arizona. Cristina bringing Arizona could be good or bad.

“What's going on? “Arizona asked. She was confused as to what was going on since Teddy was sitting on an exam table.

“Teddy is pregnant,” Cristina told them both. “And I figured there would be hugging and giggling and whatnot. I don’t do that.”

Teddy stared at her. “You’re serious? I’m pregnant?”

“Yep. You’re going to have a little Army Barbie or Mini McSteamy running around.”

Arizona grinned a big grin and hugged her best friend. “Teddy this is awesome! I’m so happy for you.”

Teddy hugged her back, surprised but smiling widely.

Cristina couldn’t help smiling, too. “You’re probably about six or seven weeks along based on your last period.” She stayed where she was, a foot or so away from the exam table. She and Teddy were friends but she only got excited over babies if they were Meredith’s… or her own maybe.

“Thank you, Cristina,” Teddy smiled at her after Arizona let go of her.

Cristina smiled back, “No problem. Go tell McSteamy he’s going to be a McDaddy.”