She hurried to get back home. She had made him stay in bed for one more day, to completely recover, and he had protested a lot. Nobody could understand it better than her. How boring could it be a day without cutting anyone open. Lying in bed, alone at home. But no way she would have allowed him to have a fall back in that cold. At the end, he had only accepted when she had reminded him that it was not a good idea to go and spread his viruses at the hospital. She could always count on him to do the right him for everyone. Always the gentleman, she thought with a smile.

So, she hurried to the door, and run into the bedroom, just to find him hurriedly hiding a box under the bed. "You're home early" he said with a little blush. "What are you hiding there, is it your secret stock of playboy issues" she replied with a smile. "Of course" he answered. He could always count on her wonderful sense of humor.

"Are you going to show me?" She asked arching her eyebrow. "Nope" was his answer, still blushing a little. "Why not? I am a doctor, AND a woman.... I have seen naked women before... could help you to appreciate them better" she teased, still feeling curious about the content of the box. It was not that big. And for the size, it could indeed have hold some magazines.... but she knew him too well to know it was not that, and was proud enough to know that she was the only woman he ever wanted to see undressed.

"If I show you my lacy lingerie, would you show me your box?" she continued playfully while climbing onto the bed to kiss him. "So that you can compare..." and for at least 5 minutes, they teased back and forward playfully kissing and discussing naked women... she was actually relieved to know that he was feeling well enough. Tomorrow he would go back to work.

They finally remained silent, in that comfortable silence they could always share. They were sitting up in the bed. Her body lying against his, with the back of her head resting in his shoulder and his arms around her.

"Do you really want to know?" he broke the silence, unable to deny her anything. She turned her head to look in his eyes, and just nodded. She did indeed want to know, but she would also respect his privacy, should he choose not to share.

With a little blush, he reached for the box, and laid it in her arms. "Its all yours" he said.

And when she removed the lid she could not help to be touched, because it was indeed "all hers"; all the small notes she used to slide in his locker during the hard times of their separation. "You've kept them" she whispered with a lump in her throat. "How could I have not?" was his answer, looking into her eyes, with all the love and tenderness in the world "They were my lifeline... go on, laugh if you want, I know it is silly..." and she did not let him finish the sentence. Could not avoid kissing him.

Then went back to the stack of cards. They were just plain cardboard cards, with her handwriting on them, tied with a black band..."wait, is this mine?" he blushed again at her question. "It's the oldest thing in the box" and she knew it was the band he had helped remove from her hair the first time they had made love. She took a deep breath, and left the room, leaving him with his box, wondering where she was going "Cristina?.." he called.

And she came back, holding a big brown envelope, marked as "Fallopian Tube" and laid it in his lap before climbing back to the bed to regain her position. "Open it" she instructed. He was a bit surprised by her move, but she complied... just to arch a brow at understanding the content. "You've kept my notes classified under fallopian tube??" And this was her time for blushing. "Well, you, know, I am not that good at hiding things... but I knew that was an envelope you would never open..."

With a kiss she picked the first card in his box. She had written it after a tough day in the hospital, the very same day he had had his first visit with Dr. Wyatt. At the time,she had known she should be staying away, allowing him the time and space to recover, but she had not been able to refrain from writing him a small note; to let him know she was there, watching him, and praying for him to recover.

"I am so proud of you" It was all she had managed to write before sliding it in his locker and running away blushing like a crazy teenager. Seing that first card made her smile.

Suddenly, she went to the back of the stack, looking for her last one, as her organized husband would have ordered them chronologically. "That one is not there" he smiled knowing what she was looking for.

"Ha, I absolutely know you have kept that one, so, where is it?", she laughed

"Always with me" he answered "where?" He passed her his cell phone, and told her to open the file called card. There it was her writing displayed on the screen, her marriage proposal in a card.

"I knew someday you would come and remind me that I had proposed to you... in written"

"Where is the original?" she continued, knowing he would never have thrown it away "Framed in my office" confessed, and at her quizzical look he added, "Hidden behind your framed picture. I love knowing that it's there when I look at you everyday. I Love you Cristina Yang, and love that you proposed to me before I had to go down on one knee"

She could not say anything more, her heart skipping at least a couple of beats. She just laid there in her husband's arms, feeling blessed. She was certain that even after a lifetime together he would be able to make her melt with his words, and could not wait for the time to come.