This is based on a prompt I got on Tumblr.

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'Mummy i'm tiwed.' An innocent voice and a tap on her arm interrupted Cristina from her brief slumber.

She looked over at the little boy sitting beside her. He is a great mixture of both his parents. He has Cristina's black hair, her black eyes and her fiesty personality. But the rest of his facial features, he inherited from his father. The father whom he is on the way to see right now. The father whom he had never seen before.

' Well, you can sleep then.' said Cristina as she unbuckled his seatbelt, lifted up her armrest and pulled him over to rest his head on her lap. A few minutes later, he closed his eyes and was fast asleep.

Cristina would be lying if she said that she wasn't nervous . In fact, her heart was hammering in her chest. She wondered how Owen would react when he finds out that he has a son who was being kept from him for 3 years. He would be furious definitely- but she guessed once he got over the initial shock of the news, he would be a great father to his child. She knew that Owen had always wanted to be a father- and he would be glad now that his wish is being fulfilled.

She rehearsed in her mind for the hundredth time the speech she was going to give Owen. She went through her mind how she was going to explain to him that the reason why she kept his child away from him was because she was because she heard from Meredith that he had moved on and is happy with his life. She didn't want to interrupt his happiness, he deserved to be happy.

She also rehearsed in her mind how she was going to reveal to Owen the actual reason why she brought their son to see him after 3 years of keeping him away. The truth was bitter, the truth hurt and she didn't want to think about it.

She remembered how frightened she was when she first found out that she was pregnant , just a month after she moved to Zurich. She did contemplate moving back to Seattle right away, but then she got caught up in her new life there. The thought of aborting the baby did cross her mind but she just couldn't go through with it again. She stood outside an abortion clinic for about 15 minutes before she changed her mind and walked away.

After that day- she never thought about aborting her baby again. She had to owe this to Preston Burke- who was with her throughout the duration of her pregnancy and during the first year of Dylan's life. Unfortunately- a huge argument between them right before Dylan's first birthday cause them to break up and Burke moved to the United Kingdom.

And now, she was forever grateful that she changed her mind. Her son- Dylan Yang Hunt- turned out to be the greatest blessing in her life. She can't imagine a life without him.

' Attention to all passengers- we'll be landing shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts, and make sure that your chairs are in the upright position.' came the announcement.

Cristina's heart was pounding as she woke Dylan up from his sleep, and sat him upright to fasten his seatbelt. This was it- this was the moment of truth. Dylan was finally going to meet his birth father for the first time- and she really hoped that everything would go on smoothly during this meeting. This meeting was important to her because she really needed Owen to be in Dylan's life now. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Before she knew it- Cristina standing in front of the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital with her son. It had been 3 years since she had set foot on Seattle. Nothing much had changed. Sure, there had been a few more buildings being built, but otherwise it was still the same place she had left 3 years ago. The same old dreary winter weather, and people going about their daily activities with the same dreary look on their faces, mirroring the weather. As she stood at the entrance of the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, the memories of all the years she spent in the hospital, as an intern, a resident, and gradually an attending came flooding back to her, both the good and the bad. She recalled her intern and early resident years with Meredith, Alex, George and Izzie. She practically grew up in this hospital.

' This is where mommy used to work last time.' she explained to her son.

He looked around the lobby in fascination. The place seemed very big to the 2 year old boy. The reception still looked the same as before- except for the change in decoration at the reception desk , and the rearrangement of the couches meant for waiting family members.

'Dr Yang!' a nurse who had been working in the ER for many years called out.

' Hey Erica' she gave the nurse her trademark smirk. ' Not changed a bit I see'

' You too Dr. Yang' the nurse smirked back.

' Do you happen to know where Dr. Hunt is?' Cristina asked casually, trying not to make it sound like she was desperate to see him.

' Oh, he's behind the curtains there, attending to a patient'. Erica pointed to a bed adjacent to them, with the curtains drawn.

She couldn't take her eyes off the little boy holding Cristina's hand. He seemed to have Owen's facial features- despite having Cristina's dark hair. She didn't dare ask Cristina though- from her experience, she knew better than to ask Cristina personal questions.

' Alright, I'll wait for him, thanks'. Cristina answered.

Just then, the curtains of the bed drew open, and Owen Hunt appeared from behind the curtains. Cristina couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction upon seeing her and Dylan. His jaw dropped, and his mouth was so wide open that a fly could fly in. He then pinched himself as if to awaken himself from a dream.

Cristina slowly made her way towards Owen- with Dylan holding her hand, as he stood rooted at his spot in shock.

' Hey Owen' she greeted, showing him her trademark loopsided smile. ' Yes, it's really me.'

Owen nodded wordlessly as he glanced over at Dylan, still in shock. Why does the boy look like him aside from his dark hair?

' Is he…..' Owen finally blurted out after studying the boy from head to toe.

' Are you busy right now?' Cristina asked. Owen just shook his head wordlessly.

'Well, let's go somewhere private to talk. ' said Cristina as she led him to an empty ER room and closer the door behind them.

' Yes, he is my son. Our son. Meet Dylan Yang Hunt.' Cristina answered, gesturing the boy to greet Owen.

' Dylan- this is your dad, Owen Hunt. Say hi daddy.' Cristina urged the little boy- who was now in her arms.

' But… But .. How… ' Owen stammered, still speechless.

' Well, you know, the normal way.' Cristina still hasn't lost her sense of sarcasm after all these years.

' I know- but why didn't you tell me?' now that Owen had regained his composure… He was furious with Cristina for hiding such a big secret from him.

' I didn't want to disturb you. I heard you were moving on with your life.' Cristina admitted.

' But wouldn't I want to know if I have a child? You know I've always wanted to be a father. So why didn't you tell me this time?' Owen asked angrily.

At that point, Dylan began whimpering and burying his head in his mother's chest. Cristina held him tight and patted him on the back to console him. Definitely not the first father- son meeting she would've wanted.

' Like I said- I heard you were happy and I didn't want to disturb your happiness.' Cristina admitted.

Owen leaned against a wall with his head facing the wall. Sure, he had always wanted to be a father- but this is certainly not the way in which he wanted to find out.

After a long minute of silence, Owen turned back to face Cristina.

' I thought you never wanted to be a mother- what made you change your mind?' he asked.

Cristina had prepared the answer to this question since the day she walked away from the abortion clinic.

' I just couldn't go through with it this time.' she answered calmly.

' Then why did you keep him away from me all this while?' Owen was not finished with his barrage of questions. ' What made you suddenly come back to see me?'

' I have my own reasons, which I'll reveal to you later.' Cristina answered. ' Can you please just accept your son and get to know him?'

Owen paused for a moment to study their son. It's true, Dylan does look like him, aside from his dark hair.

Meanwhile outside the ER room, Amelia Shepherd was listening in to the conversation. She had been looking for Owen for the past half an hour actually- until one of the ER nurses informed her that he was in here with Cristina and a little boy. She was about to knock on the door , but decided against it as she heard Cristina's last sentence.

' Can you please just accept your son and get to know him?'

She placed the tissues containing the 5 pregnancy tests back into her labcoat pocket and turned, half walking and half jogging away from the ER room door.

She thought she heard the door opening and Owen calling her , but her half jog turned into a run as she rushed into the nearest washroom stall to empty her guts contents out.

At the corridor outside the female washroom, Owen Hunt stood alone, his head in his hands. What a mess he had gotten himself into?

So here is the first part of this prompt- I hope you liked it! Comments and reviews are very welcome- I love to hear from you guys- do let me know what you think! :)

What do you guys think is the actual reason why Cristina brought Dylan back to Seattle to see Owen after 3 years?