Notes: It's me again! Thank you for the reviews! You are amazing! Are you guys still watching Greys? Because MAN the next week's episode is already giving me chills! MAGIC will be reduced to just M, I'm dead! X.X Anyway, enjoy!
But I thought you might...
Take me, take me, home, home.
That morning, Cristina woke up to sweet open-mouthed kisses on her bare back. It was the most amazing way to awaken, indeed.
"Good morning…" she mumbled smiling and reaching behind her, to caress Owen' strawberry blond hair.
"Morning…" he murmured back, ascending the kisses to her neck.
"Such an excellent wake up call…" Cristina muttered and turned around to kiss her lover.
Owen smiled between their kiss and descended his hand to cup her sex.
The woman below him moaned and grinded on him in response, just to palm her way down his torso 'till she reached his already hardening shaft.
Hunt grunted in response to her actions and inserted two fingers inside of her.
Owen swallowed her moans as he pumped his calloused digits into her. Cristina arched her back to get more friction and continued to stimulate his member, making the man goose-pimply all over.
"Oh God, yes, this way… yeah…" the cardiothoracic surgeon grumbled below Owen as his ministrations got faster.
When Cristina was in the verge of coming apart, and Owen knew that because of her walls tightening around his fingers, he stopped and heard her moan in annoyance.
"You're suppose to keep going!" Cristina protested opening her eyes and glaring at him.
"Oh, but I will…" the Cheshire Cat smile that appeared in his face, told Cristina she was gonna get very lucky.
"I like your train of thought baby, but I think…" she trailed as she pushed Owen to lay on his back. "I must show you just what I've got…" she smirked at him and Owen smirked back resting his hands on her hips, as she settled down in his groin.
He hissed with the delicious contact their intimate parts made.
"Oh, you're the devil!"
"And I just condemned you for a sinner."
"Oh, is that it?" Owen inquired with one arched eyebrow, running his hands up and down her sides, letting his fingertips ghost next to her breasts.
Cristina lowered herself, 'till her lips were only inches from his.
"I love you…" she whispered as she took his hard member in her petite hands and positioned him at her entrance. In one move, he was all the way in, calling her name.
"Cristina!"
She took that as a sign to go on. So, she did, she went up, until his shaft was almost all out, just to get down in one swift move.
"Ah!" exclaimed the Asian in pleasure. The wave hitting her for the first time.
Yang did that several times more and Owen raised his hips to encounter hers.
"Yes, Owen!"
Cristina hang her head back in pure bliss, as he banged in her from below, he was just so good in hitting all her sweet spots with every thrust.
Cristina was not expecting that Owen would turn them over, and when he did, without getting out of her, she moaned his name.
Owen paused his action, to bit her neck, and then, lowered his hand to her clit, as he started move in and out of her again, frenetic this time.
"I'm gonna-" Cristina tried to speak, but it was just too much.
She closed her eyes shut, and deeply scratched Owen's back, as she locked her calves behind him.
"Yes, baby, come for me…"
Owen continued to thrust in her erratically as he felt his pleasure reach its peak.
Their vision was blurred. It was always like this. An incredible amount of satisfaction. Have sex with someone who knew what they're doing was amazing. Make love with the love of your life, was undiscernible.
"I love you." Owen purred after they were inside the covers again, facing each other.
"Love you, too."
They were in the middle of a languid kiss, when Owen heard a muffled cry, coming from outside their bedroom.
"Leo…" he parted from her and was getting off the covers, but Cristina beat him to it, as she picked up his shirt from the night before from the floor and put it over her head.
"I got him." She mumbled as she went to the boy's room.
"Good morning, Leo…" she softly said entering the nursery.
The little man was standing in his crib, holding the bars and had red eyes, probably from crying.
"What happened, Leo?" questioned the woman, as she picked him up and brought him back to the master bedroom.
"What's the matter?" Owen wanted to know, as he saw Cristina with Leo in her arms and the boy with a grumpy expression.
"I guess he had a nightmare or something." She shrugged and sat back in bed,
Leo hid his little ginger head in the crock of Cristina's neck, and Owen got closer to caress the baby's back.
"What happened, Leo? Did you have a nightmare, huh?" the dad asked as he played with Leo's hand, trying to distract his son.
Leo didn't coo nor spoke.
"Oh, someone woke up grumpy this morning." Owen stated with a smirk.
"I know just the way to remedy that." Cristina gave Owen a knowing smile.
"You do?" Owen faked a surprised voice.
Yang nodded and put one finger below Leo's foot, just to tickle him there.
Leo let out a squirm.
Owen smiled and tickled his son on his side.
Leo giggled and hid his face further on Cristina's neck.
Owen scooped him uo from his lover's arms and deposited the boy in the mattress, tickling his son all over. Cristina watched the scene with a board smile, and soon enough paired up with the big Hunt against Leo.
The baby had his eyes closed from laughing and tears of joy welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"Now, the smile I like to see." Owen told them, when the tickle session ended.
Cristina lowered her face inches from Leo's and planted kisses on the boy's cheeks, provoking another giggle out of the baby.
Owen watched both of them with a joyful heart.
There were times when he thought he would never have that, and then, times where he was sure he wouldn't have Cristina with him when the dad part come. The universe was on his side, by proving him wrong.
He was never happier for being terribly wrong.
"So, who's gonna be one year old, in two days?" Cristina started and help Leo stand up in bed.
"Me!" Leo answered. His dad and this very nice lady told him this everyday these days.
"Yes, you!" Owen cheered with his son.
"We have to do something, don't you think?"
"It's the day of the last surgery for this part of your trial." Owen reminded her.
"I remember that." She pointed and roller her eyes. "but, I'll be finished by six or seven, we could bake something…"
"You mean, I could bake something!" he said and received a nudge on the side.
She laughed.
"I don't know, we don't have our friends in here, so I'm trying to come up with something fun for Leo's bday."
"He won't remember it." Owen tried.
The last thing he wanted was for her to try and commit with that and realize, a moment later, that she wasn't born to do it.
"I don't want a party full of kids, I want something… original!"
"Okay, we can bake, then." The redhead confirmed.
"You buy things, and we can make cupcakes, take some pics, I'll buy him something nice and we can have the sweets after, like a happy family."
Owen was taken aback by her phrase, but in fact, nothing would make him happier.
"Okay." He told her with a smile and pecked her lips.
Two days later, Owen was entering the apartment, with Leo's car seat hung from one arm, and the other, full of ingredients to bake a incredible amount of cupcakes. He tried to talk some sense into his partner that they didn't need that much cupcakes, because Leo shouldn't eat them as yet, and the both of them shouldn't as well, but Cristina was firm. She wanted to eat cupcakes for days on end, and take some to the Institute to share with Shane and the scrub nurses she liked the most.
So, Owen Hunt saw himself at the supermarket, buying all he needed for that amount of sweets, baby Leo in his car seat hanging from his arm. He was lucky he got to learn German when he was in Army, because he defiantly needed it to talk with the cashier.
He got home around 4PM. Witch gave him approximately two hours to get things started before Cristina arrived home, that if she didn't have some complication on her trial.
When she said she wanted bake cupcakes, it meant she wanted to decorate them, so he set Leo in his crib, since the boy was asleep, and walked back to the foyer, collection the groceries and marching to the kitchen to start with the baking.
As the trauma surgeon was with his hands deep in cake mix, he had one thought in his mind: he wished that was a chest cavity.
If he wasn't a surgeon, certainly this thought would be disturbing, but since he was, this wishful thinking was a clear sign, that he missed the action. The OR, the rush, the high. He wanted to come home and share those stories with Cristina. He loved being a dad, he finally had it all, but he was a doctor, a surgeon no less, and part of him lived to cut, to mend, to cure.
Owen sighed. Maybe it was time to talk to Cristina about it.
He wanted a life here, with her and Leo. But he couldn't let his career behind.
As he mixed the ingredients, he thought of a way to let her know that, without hurting her feelings.
On her way home, Cristina stopped in a store and went in. She had searched for this present on internet and found, in a Facebook group, this lady that made artisanal things, like Halloween costumes and other seam-needed dressmaking.
Owen would have a fit once he saw the thing she came up with. Also, inside her trunk, she had a box with fake surgical instruments, she found online. Cristina had them to deliver it at the Institute so Owen wouldn't see.
She wasn't a bouncy person, but she was. Inside.
"I'm home!" she let them know, as she entered the foyer and dropped her purse. The wrapped presents were in one hand, as with the other, she took off her shoes.
"Hey!" Owen appeared from the kitchen to the living room. He was wearing an apron over his shirt.
"You look lovely." She complemented him on his outfit.
He let out a laugh. "Oh, this, I just got out of shower and didn't want to get crumbs in my shirt."
"Since when do I have an apron?" she asked walking to him.
"Since this afternoon." he replied and pecked her lips. "The cupcakes are almost ready for us to decorate."
"Oh, great! I'm going to take a shower and then we'll do it. Where's birthday boy?" she asked. She had got out of the house before Leo was up that morning.
"He's in his room, probably awake by now."
As if on cue, they heard clapping coming from the nursery.
"I'll take him, you go shower." Owen suggested and kissed her one more time. As she went to the master bedroom, the man entered Leo's room, and took the baby to the bathroom to take a shower and change before the fun.
All set, the trio was in the kitchen. Leo in his high chair, Cristina and Owen standing beside him, as Cristina took a selfie of them. Leo was super cute with his button up and bowtie, ginger hair combed back. He was like a little sir.
The couple took turns on standing beside Leo and with the baby in their arms to click other pics.
"Now, we decorate." Owen announced as he put out all garments, they had to do it with.
There was, several color's frosting multi-colored sprinkles, gummies in animals' forms and other sorts of candy Owen thought to be appealing in occasions like this.
"I already feel diabetic." Cristina told him, as they started decorate the cupcakes.
Owen laughed and pecked her lips.
After a little help from Leo, the group had a great amount of cute little cakes, and Cristina organized them on the kitchen counter in a way that Leo could sit among them.
"So, now you put him there and stay crouched behind him, so you won't appear in the picture." She commanded and so Owen did it.
They sang 'Happy Birthday To You' and it was precious seeing the baby surrounded by cupcakes.
Cristina took a great amount of pictures and so, they decided that enough was enough and started to dig in. They were starving.
Owen made sure the cakes Leo was having were sugar free. He was still too young to start with sweets.
"I have his gifts!" Cristina announced in the living room as they finished their "dinner".
Owen was on the floor with Leo and smiled at his son's face when he saw the wrapping paper around the two packages Cristina was bringing from the foyer.
"Me!"
"For you, yes!" the Asian confirmed and sat on the couch.
Firstly, she handed the baby boy the bigger present. Owen helped Leo open it and was as excited as his son when he read the label.
"Look, Leo it's a surgical tray of instruments!"
The little boy didn't recognize much of the stuff, but he did the stethoscope Cristina had shown him days ago.
"Cope!"
"That's right, that's the stethoscope!" she cheered with him and Owen. "Now the other one."
When Owen unwrapped the second present, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"You got him scrubs!" the ginger exclaimed.
It was navy blue scrubs, just like Grey Sloan Memorial's.
"Cubs!" Leo tried and took the pants from his dad hands.
"Seems like he wants to wear it, already." Cristina commented and Owen helped the boy into the outfit.
"Look, we have another surgeon on the house!" Owen said with pure glee in his eyes.
Leo giggled with his dad's antics.
Cristina fished her iPhone from the coffee table, and clicked some more pics from the men. And from Leo alone.
"You should send 'em to your mom, she'll be overjoyed."
Owen smiled at her. "I will."
A while passed as Leo got tired of playing with his new found toys. Owen put his son to bed and after that, in no time, was inside the covers with Cristina.
That was the time he was waiting for. He had to tell her.
"I have somethi-"
"I've something t-"
They smiled at each other.
"You go first." Owen signalized with his hand for her to initiate.
"I think we're moving back to Seattle."
Notes: TA-DA! What about now? See ya next! xx