A/N: Last chapter! I hope you enjoyed the silliness. Also there is a steamy part near the end. I don't really write sex scenes so just go with it.

Chapter 7 – I'm alive! Or So now that I'm well, let's do it.

The next couple of days Owen spent most of his time with his head in a toilet.

It was now Saturday morning and Cristina was awaiting the inevitable.

Owen would wake up and crawl into the bathroom and plant his face in the toilet bowl.

But today...

He was fast asleep.

Which was a little weird. Usually he was awake before she was, even though he was ill.

But now, he was still.

Cristina stared.

Stared at his still form.

She quickly and carefully, took his pulse.

And checked his chest for movement.

He was alive.

Juuust checking.

And she sure wouldn't tell him what she had done.

Nope.

He'd make fun of her for sure.

Either that or be really considerate.

Bastard.

Owen woke up several hours later to the smell of coffee.

A smell that up until this point had brought on nausea. Now, it was a glorious smell.

He climbed out of bed and wandered into the kitchen.

Cristina looked up from the magazine she was reading.

"Oh you put shorts on." She said, slightly surprised.

"Yes." Owen replied as he sat next to her and grabbed the coffee pot.

"Oh! You're feeling better!"

"Yes. Sort of."

He took a sip.

"Nope." He said suddenly and ran towards the bathroom.

Owen promptly emptied his stomach of the offending coffee and came back.

"I really am feeling better."

"Ookay..."Cristina replied, clearly not believing her husband.

Owen was sick for the next couple of days until finally.

Monday.

He woke up at 6 sharp and made breakfast. A full breakfast.

Owen was so overjoyed he could make food without throwing up.

Cristina woke up, groggy, at 630.

She trudged out of bed and into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee...

Except she smelled coffee.

And food.

Cristina's eyes finally focused and she took in the sight of her husband skillfully preparing them breakfast.

"Good morning!" He said cheerfully. Owen smiled at his tired wife.

"What? Morning...You...look.." Cristina struggled to find the words.

"I know. Like shit. But I feel better!" He replied cheerfully.

"I miss sick quiet Owen." She groaned.

"Hey now. I am fully capable healthy helpful Owen. Thought you'd like that."

"Baby I do but it's too early."

"Baby..." Owen muttered with a hint of amusement.

"Shut up. I'm tired." Cristina retorted.

Owen stopped pouring the coffee and walked over to her and hugged her.

"I missed this."

"Me too." She reciprocated and hugged him back, running her fingers through his hair.

Owen buried his face in her neck and ran his fingers through her dark curly hair.

"Mmmm. Just where I wanted to be."

Cristina smiled with her arms around him.

"Maybe we should eat." She suggested.

"Maybe..." Owen replied.

The pair stood in each others arms for several more minutes before letting go of one another and descended on the food. They sat across from each other and picked up their forks and ate.

Owen had made scrambled eggs with fresh herbs, bacon and toast.

And, of course, fresh coffee.

"I missed this." Cristina commented.

"Me too."

Owen paused.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For taking care of me. For putting up with me and still finding me attractive even though I spent the better part of my sickness without pants."

"Come on. I pulled you out of the darkness. This was nothing. A little annoying but you're welcome."

"Lies."

"Okay. It was super annoying but I still love you."

Owen chuckled.

"Thanks. Love you too."

She put her hand on his from across their table and smiled.

"You want to have sex?" He asked her, putting his fork down.

Cristina stopped mid-chew.

"Oh god yes!" She literally lept out of her chair and grabbed him.

Owen laughed as he scooped her up and led her into the bedroom. She giggled as her husband gently set her on the bed.

Cristina slipped his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular bare chest. She grinned in delight. Owen smirked and reciprocated her action by removing hers.

Owen stared down at her perky breasts. Ah the joy of morning sex. No bra.

He gently grabbed both her breasts and took one in his mouth. Cristina moaned with pleasure. Sweet Bliss. Not to leave the other out, he stopped and took the other one, gently swirling it with his tongue.

Cristina quickly divested Owen of his boxers and took his swollen penis in her hand. Owen moaned at the contact. Cristina stroked it up and down, teasing the tip. Due to the lack of contact in the past week, Owen ripped her panties off. Cristina was a little surprised by Owen's eagerness but it turned her on. He gently stroked her swollen clit.

"Get inside me. NOW." She commanded.

Owen didn't argue and plunged all the way in.

It only turned him on further noticing how wet she already was.

They moaned and groaned as Owen thrusted further and further. He buried his face once again in her neck, nipping and kissing.

The pair were finally pushed into orgasm. They collapsed on each other in a tangle of limbs.

"Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?" Cristina finally said in the silence of their heavy breathing.

Owen took a moment and started to laugh. Really hard.

Cristina smirked and joined in the laughter.

"Okay," Owen said in between laughs. "I do like to be held after sex." He managed to choke out.

Cristina laughed harder.

Owen managed once again to stop laughing.

"We're going to be late for work."

"You wanna do it in the shower before work?"

Owen laughed again and he took her small hand and led her into the bathroom.

THE END.

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