A/N A little bit of mature content
They made out on the couch like teenagers and though, they could have taken it further, they didn't. The last time they were together, they had jumped into bed, really quickly. Their chemistry and their attraction to each other had overwhelmed them to the point that they were not able to resist each other. And even though Owen had hoped that would have the beginning of their new start, it turned out not to be.
What had happened instead was turmoil and confusion with him finding out Xander's true parentage, the drama in the courtroom and Cristina's deep-seated resentment of him. But who would have even imagined their one-time tryst in Seattle would have resulted in the greatest gift? The conception of the baby seemed to be the catalyst that would bring them back together. At least, that is what he hoped.
He didn't want it to be like how they rushed it the first time. This time, he was willing to wait for her. He wanted her to be sure and that is why he was willing to take it slower. He could feel the urgency of her kisses and it could have swayed him but he was determined that this time, it was going to work. He and Cristina have had too many up and downs in their relationship. She was the love of his life. He had always known that but this time, it seemed that they might really have a chance to make it.
He could feel her small hands going under his shirt and massaging his chest. He caught himself and gently pulled her hands out.
"No," he said, firmly.
"What?" she shrieked. "What do you mean 'no'? I am so ready for this. I am pregnant so everything is on a heightened state of alert, Owen Hunt." She scoffed then gave him the pleading eyes. "Please, please."
"No, this is what got us in trouble the last time," he said.
"The baby? You think that's trouble," she said. She pulled back from him.
"NO! The baby is the greatest thing ever," he said. "We just jumped into bed when you came to Seattle. We threw caution to the wind. We didn't really think about the consequences afterwards. We had too many secrets between us which led to distrust and hostility and I don't want to happen, again. I want us to do this right. So we are going to take this at a more tepid pace. I seriously want to sleep with you, Cristina. I really, really do."
Cristina groaned and then let out a really big sigh.
"So how much longer am I supposed to wait?" she asked. "As I have told you, I am woman with raging pregnancy hormones." She paused. "What about if I get my desires fulfilled elsewhere? What about that, Owen? You and I can take it slow while I get my jollies elsewhere." Owen shook his head. He knew she was kidding.
"Are you crazy?" he said, as he gave her a kiss. "There is no freaking way that I would let that happen, especially since it is my kid in there. I don't think he or she would appreciate some weird guy's penis in there, bumping against his or her head. As the baby's father, I am never going to allow that. Never, Cristina."
Crisitina screamed in mock agony.
"Keep it down," he said. "Tell you what? I will do something for else for you." He slipped off her knit pants and her panties. The bottom half of her was totally bare.
"I know you are not going to give me sex, so what are you going to do?" she asked.
"There are other kinds of sex, Cristina," he said, as he bent down and gave her a lick on her clitoris.
"Oh, God," she said. "Don't tease like that. Remember everything is on a heightened state of alert."
"I am not teasing," he said, as he went down and feasted on her, using his tongue, lips and fingers to bring her to orgasm. She moaned when she came.
"Thank you," she said. "My body has been craving that for a while."
"It was my pleasure," he said. He re-dressed her and led her to her own bedroom. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I will see you in the morning."
"So you're really doing this? This moderate pace?" she asked, hoping that he would change his mind.
"Yes, I am," he said. He squeezed her hand and walked back to his bedroom. Though when he had first arrived in New York, he had wanted to share her bedroom with her. But now, he felt it was better that they were not. They could work it out on a slower pace, even though, they physically wanted each other as much as before.
Cristina lay on her bed and touched herself. She hadn't had an orgasm like that in a while and it was such a great release. Owen really had an amazing tongue, she thought. Talent like that could not be wasted. She grinned to herself, as she hugged her pillow and fell asleep in a really good mood.
She woke up the next morning, still feeling really good about things. She crawled out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom and watched herself in the mirror, She noticed she had a hickey on her neck. "That is for teenagers!" she said to herself. After using the bathroom, she shuffled out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. She wasn't surprised to see Owen there, already working away in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for his family.
"I am doing waffles today with syrup and fruit toppings," he said.
"I didn't even know that I had a waffle maker," she said. "I always thought that Betsy bought those waffles she gave us." Owen shook his head and laughed.
"I am pretty sure that you don't even know half of the appliances that you have in this kitchen. You are very well equipped," he said. "You can do tons of stuff in here."
"I guess," Cristina said. "I gave Betsy free rein in the kitchen to do whatever she wanted. I just told her that I wanted her to feed Xander, properly."
"Speaking of Xander," Owen said. "Where are he and my blonde daughter? I have the waffles ready and I want them to have them hot. Can you wake them up while I set the table?"
First, Cristina woke up Xander, picked him up and deposited him at the kitchen table. Then, she went and got Jordan, who wrapped her arms around Cristina's neck. Cristina carried the girl to the kitchen table, where Xander had already started on his waffles.
"Here is your tea, Cristina," Owen said, as he handed her a large cup of tea. "I am having tea, too, in solidarity with you. I can't torture you with the smell of coffee."
"Thank you for small mercies," she said. Everyone sat down and quietly ate their breakfast in comfortable silence.
"When are we leaving, Daddy?" Jordan suddenly piped up.
"Around lunchtime, Jordan. We will take a taxi to the airport and then we get on the plane," Owen told her. "I just have to pack up our stuff and gifts this morning."
"Leaving?" Cristina said in alarm. This was the first time she had heard about this.
"Yes, I booked our return flight back to Seattle on the day after Christmas," he said. "We didn't want to impose on you longer than that. We wanted to spend Christmas with you and Xander." He ruffled the boy's curly hair. He looked across at her. He could see that she wasn't taking it well.
"You didn't say anything before," she said. She stabbed at her waffle with her fork. She was not happy.
"Well, I thought it was kind of clear that we came only for Christmas," Owen said. "I thought you understood that."
"Oh," Cristina said. She sipped at her tea. "Well, I guess you better get started on packing up after breakfast." Her tone became very dismissive.
"Don't be like this," Owen said. This was the last thing that he wanted. He didn't want to leave New York on such a sour note. They had made such progress over the Christmas holidays.
"Don't be like what?" she said, sharply. The children looked up when they heard the sharpness in her voice. They could tell that Cristina was upset.
"Let's talk about it after breakfast," he said, looking at the two children staring at Cristina.
"Why? Won't you be packing? Besides, there is nothing to discuss. It has already been booked," Cristina said. She pushed her plate away. "I am not hungry, anymore." She picked up her cup of tea and went back to her room. He heard the click on her door, knowing that she had locked it.
Owen sighed, then smiled at the children.
"Is mommy mad?" Xander asked, his eyes questioning his father.
"Maybe a little bit but she will get over it," Owen said, trying to trivialize the situation for the children's sake. But he knew that it wasn't trivial. He couldn't leave New York with Cristina angry with him. It would undo everything that had happened over the past three days.
After breakfast, he supervised the children, as they brushed their teeth and he changed them out of their pajamas. He put on the television for them and left them, watching cartoons.
Hoping that he had given her enough time to cool down, he knocked on Cristina's bedroom door. "Cristina, it's me. Can you open the door?" There was silence on the other side of the door.
"Cristina," he called again. "Please talk to me. Let me in." Still, there was no reply.
"Okay, I am going to start packing. If you want to talk, come to my bedroom, please. I really don't want to leave New York with you in this mood," he said. He sighed again and headed to his room to pack his and Jordan's clothes. First, he put their dirty clothes in a laundry bag. He didn't even know they had so many dirty clothes. He should have washed them, last night, he thought but then again, he had been too busy pleasuring Cristina. The thought brought a smile to his face. Then, he remembered that she was now very mad at him.
He packed all of the toys that Jordan had got. He packed away the doll but he figured she could carry the bear with her through the airport. He neatly packed the clean clothes, then tried to force the laundry bag with all of the dirty clothes into the suitcase. It was not fitting well. He moved around the toys in an effort to squeeze the bag in.
"Maybe you should have washed the clothes and pack them, instead of trying to force that big bag into the suitcase," Cristina said, standing in the doorway.
"Cristina!" Owen said, grateful to hear her voice. "Come on in. You can close the door. We can talk." She did as she was told, softly closing the door.
"Where are the kids?" she asked.
"Watching cartoons," Owen said. "I hate to admit it but sometimes, the television is a good babysitter."
He sat on the bed and beckoned her to him. She came and stood between his legs. He took her hands into his. "I don't want to leave you like this." He hugged her and rested his head against the roundness of her stomach.
"Then, don't," she said. He looked up at her with enquiring eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to stay," she told him. "Maybe until New Year's Day. Stay for the rest of the holidays. You can leave then, if you have to."
He smiled. "You want me to stay?" he said.
"That's what I said, Owen," she replied. "Do you want me to beg?" He hugged her tightly. "Is that an answer?"
"Yes, yes, that's an answer," he said, looking up at her. "We will stay. I will have to call and make some arrangements at the hospital but yes, Jordan and I will stay until New Year's Day." He then rested his head against her stomach. Then, he felt it. A slight movement, it was.
She felt it, too. "I guess the baby wants you to stay,too." She ran her fingers through his hair and she stood there, locked in his embrace.
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