"Owen!" she shrieked, as she ran to hug him. She had a little bit of flour on her face and he wiped it off before he kissed her on the mouth. The little girl stared up at them, wondering who was this tall, blonde man.

"I can't believe you are here," she screamed. "I thought you were spending Christmas with your family."

"I thought so, too, but Mom saw how miserable I was and she told me that I should visit you," he said, holding her tightly. "She knew where my heart was."

"How did you find this house?" she asked, knowing that she never mentioned where her parents lived in San Jose.

"Oh, I got it from Janet, who was more than happy to be part of the surprise. It seems she and Louis are spending Christmas, together," Owen said. "I am glad that they are happy."

"Yeah, me too. Janet has been looking for someone for quite a while, now. Interesting that her one-night stand also turned out to be a relationship, just like me," she said. The little girl tugged at Cristina's apron. "Oh, before I forget, I would like to introduce you to Vivian Stone, my niece. She is four years old and as you can tell she is my mini-clone. She is my sister's daughter."

Vivian smiled, broadly as she was being introduced. "Merry Christmas, Vivian," Owen said, solemnly, as he shook the little girl's hand.

"Pleased to meet you," Vivian said. "What's your name?"

"Owen Hunt, at your service, Miss Stone," Owen said, giving a little bow. The tiny girl giggled. Owen looked at Cristina. "When I first saw her, I thought it was looking at you as a child."

"Yeah," Cristina said. "Everyone says that. Oh, shoot, we have been standing here at this door and I forgot to tell you to come on in. Let me introduce you to my family."

Owen came in and followed Cristina to the living room. "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Owen Hunt. He has come for a visit. Owen, this is my father, Henry," she said. A small Asian man with greying, curly hair stood up and shook Owen's hand. He had a puzzled expression on his face, as he peered at his daughter. Cristina brushed it off with a smile.

She continued, "This is my brother-in-law, Richard Stone. He is Vivian's dad." A tall man with sandy hair came and shook Owen's hand.

"Finally, this is my brother, Lawrence," Cristina said. A young Asian man, holding a small baby in his arms, came forward and greeted him.

"Nice, little sister, you've brought around your boyfriend. Does this mean that you will be married, soon, just like the rest of us?" Lawrence said, with a smirk. Cristina gave him a glare. "Ignore him, Owen. Come on; let me introduce you to the female side of the family. They are all in the kitchen." Owen dutifully followed Cristina and Vivian to the kitchen.

"Hey, what is that strange look from your father all about?" Owen asked. Cristina sighed. "I never told them about you."

"What?" he said. "We've been together for nearly a year, now and you never mentioned me."

"I am a very private person," she said. "I don't really discuss my love life with them." She knew that Owen had told his family about her from very early on, so he probably was shocked that her family did not know about him.

"Oh, my God," Owen said. "Me coming here is probably a huge surprise for them. I feel now like if I am imposing on you guys." Cristina shook her head. "No, no. It is okay," she replied. "They were going to have to meet you at some time, anyway." Owen went into the kitchen, nervously. As soon as they entered, three pairs of eyes gave them the once-over.

Cristina took her hand into his before she spoke. "Mom, Carolina and Adalynn, this is my boyfriend, Owen Hunt." The older woman looked shocked but she recovered quickly as she came forward. Her hair was just as dark as Cristina's but it was straight.

"Good to meet you," she said, as she wiped her hands on her apron, before she shook his hand. "The name is Helen." She had a no-nonsense attitude about her and Owen liked that. "I trust that you will be joining us for lunch."

Cristina answered for him, "Yes, he is, mom." Owen gave her a grateful look.

"This is my sister, Carolina. She is Vivian's mom," Cristina said. Carolina, who was holding a two-year-old boy in her arms, came forward and shook Owen's hand. "This is Brody," Carolina said, introducing her son.

"Hey there, little fella," Owen said, as the little boy grabbed on to Owen's finger. Owen noticed that Cristina's sister's hair was just as dark but she, too, had straight hair like her mom. It seemed that Cristina inherited her curls from her dad, as did young Vivian.

"Finally, this is my sister in law, Adalynn. She is Lawrence's wife and she is the mother of baby James, whom you saw with my brother," Cristina said. Adalynn shyly shook Owen's hand and just said, "Welcome."

"I am so happy to meet all of you," Owen said, smiling at the ladies, who were all dazzled by this strapping, handsome young man.

"Mom, I am just going to show Owen my room," Cristina said. "Let him see a bit of my childhood." As they left, they started hearing the low murmuring among the women in the kitchen. "I guess you made quite an impression on the ladies of my family."

He grinned, "I hope so. I want your family to like me." He followed her up the stairs. It was a medium-sized room and reflected elements of when Cristina was a child and as a teenager. It was mint green and white. They both sat on the bed, as he looked around. There were movie posters and a Cornell pennant on the wall. There were academic trophies on a shelf, as well as high school pictures. There was one that was clearly a prom picture.

"Who is this guy?" he asked. "Your prom date?"

"That is Austin Schaffer. I think he lives in LA, now and owns a car dealership," Cristina said. "He wasn't my boyfriend, just a prom date. If that is what you wanted to know. To be honest, I really didn't have a high school boyfriend, as you can tell from my academic trophies that I was too busy studying. I did have a boyfriend in college but we broke up when he went back home to Montana."

There was a picture of a small, curly-haired girl in a periwinkle blue dress on Cristina's bedside table. "Is this Vivian?" he asked.

"No, that's me," she said. "You can see why people call Vivian my mini-clone." It was as if the little girl heard her name because she poked in her head from behind the door.

"Come, Vivian," Cristina said. Vivian came in and climbed on to Cristina's lap. "Vivian and I slept in this room, last night. Her mom, dad and little brother were in Carolina's room, while my brother, his wife and their baby were in his old room." Owen found himself smiling at the sight of curly-haired Vivian sitting in curly-haired Cristina's lap. He hoped that one day, they could have their own little girl, who would have her mother's curls. Then, he remembered they had lost their baby, earlier that year. If there had not been a miscarriage, it was more than likely they would have had a baby, this Christmas. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

He spent the rest of the morning with the men, while Cristina and Vivian went back to the kitchen to help with the lunch preparation.

"So, Owen," Richard said. "You work with Cristina?" He felt a fair amount of sympathy for Owen, given that he, too, was once under intense scrutiny by all of the Yangs, when Carolina first introduced him to the family. Carolina had kept him a secret for a full year before she introduced him. He could understand how Owen was feeling.

"Yes," Owen said. "But I work in the New York office."

"So how long have you guys been together?" Lawrence asked.

"About 10 months," Owen replied. Cristina's father, Henry threw his hands in the air. "Ten months and this is the first she has said anything about it. Gosh, my daughters certainly keep their private lives very private."

"At least I didn't do that," Lawrence said. "I introduced Adalynn after three months."

"Yes, you did, son," Henry said. "Owen, it is not your fault. I am just exasperated by my daughter. That's all. It has nothing to do with you."

Adalynn came from the dining room and announced that lunch was ready. Everybody filed into the dining room. Brody sat in his high chair, while Vivian's chair had a cushion on it, so she would be able to see over the table. Baby James was not there, as he was napping in a bedroom. Everyone took their seat. Cristina sat in between Vivian and Owen. The little girl insisted that she sit next to her aunt.

"Everything looks wonderful, Helen," Henry said.

"Thank you," his wife replied. "Not just me, though. Cristina, Carolina and Adalynn all did their part."

"We thank all of the ladies for their efforts," Richard said. "I am sure it will taste as delicious as it looks.| Carolina patted her husband on his back. He always supported her efforts.

Indeed, it was a delicious lunch and Owen stuffed himself. While there were traditional American elements, they also included Korean dishes, too. He also had an enormously wonderful time, learning about the Yang family. When most of the food had been eaten, he helped clear the dishes and carried them to the kitchen. Cristina was getting ready to wash up the dishes, when her mom said, "No, Cristina, you and your young man can have some time together. We will take care of this."

"Thanks, mom," she said. They went up to her bedroom and lay on her bed. "Hey, I have something for you," he said. "It's your Christmas present." He dug into his coat pocket and pulled out the small box. "I only received it on Christmas Eve and I was going to Fedex it to you, but since I came, I could give it to you in person. I had it especially made for you."

She opened the box and was completely dazzled by opal and diamond earrings. Each earring comprised of an oval opal and surrounded by small diamonds. "They're beautiful, Owen," she said, as she put them on, immediately. "Opals are my birthstone, you know," she said.

"Yes, I know, that is why I chose that stone," he said. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. The iridescence of the opals were lovely against the sparkling diamonds.

"I don't have your present," she said. "It's at my house. I really didn't expect you so I didn't bring it."

"That's okay," he said. "When we drive down to San Francisco tonight, you can give it to me."

"How long are you staying?" she asked. "Until New Year's day. I will go back in the evening. I have to go into work, the next day," he said. "So we have about a week together."

"That is the best news I have heard all day," she said, as she came back to him and sat on his lap, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their lips and tongues hungrily sought each other's. They were still kissing, when the door opened and a small person stepped inside. Vivian didn't say anything but just stood there, watching.

Owen caught sight of the little girl from the corner of his eye. He broke off the kiss, immediately. "Cristina, look," he said, gesturing his head towards the door.

"Hey, Vivian, what's up?" she said. The girl took off her shoes and climbed up on to the bed. "I am here for my nap," Vivian said.

"Oh, okay," Cristina said, as she tucked the girl under the covers. "Sleep tight." She and Owen left the room. There was no way they were going to get any privacy with Vivian around.

"I think it is time we head down to San Francisco," he said. "I desperately need to get some loving."

"I couldn't agree with you more," Cristina said. They hurried down the stairs and bade goodbye to everyone in the house, before they each jumped in their separate cars and headed to San Francisco. It was certainly going to be a wonderful week, together.

A/N: Please leave your comments. Thanks for taking the time to do so.