Its been soooo long since I updated this that I have lost the direction in which I wanted to go, but I'm adamant about finishing this story so I promise it will be complete soon!. Sorry about writing such a short chapter but i wanted to get to the point instead of dragging thing out and I didn't have time to write the second part.
Please Review! let me know how bad it sucked cos I wrote it instead of writing my paper on campus crime lol.
Owen paced around the corroders of the vent nervously, he ruffled his fingers through his hair while mumbling to himself, he couldn't keep still, his heart was racing a mile a minute and his brain was on overdrive trying to come up with the right words. He knew his speech had to be good, he needed to resonate with Cristina, to make her realize that he was the piece of the puzzle missing from her life, that he wanted to be a part of her life, that if she would have him, he would spend his years devoted to her and their baby.
"Wow." He mumbled to himself, surprised at his own thoughts, "I want her to be mine, I want both of them to be mine." He stated.
Cristina opened the door of the vent to find Owen talking to himself and walking circles around the small corridors. She smiled to herself and took a minute to appreciate how adorable he looked right then and there. She suddenly got the urge to walk up to him and bury herself in his arms, she would of made an attempt to do so if he didn't decide to look up and wake up from his daze.
She closed the door behind her and took a few steps in. Owen looked at her with a serious look on his face and stammered until he began talking with purpose.
"Meredith told me I should have a house of candles prepared," He started, "But your leaving in less then 24 hours and God even took a whole week to create the world, let alone me…a broken man who was a ghost of the man he once was until you walked through those doors and gave me a reason to breathe, you have the power to light that flame inside of me and keep me alive and sane." He stepped closer to her and looked her in the eyes, pleading with her to listen and understand what he was saying.
"I used to think that you and I would never work out, or at least that is what I said to myself to keep me from obliterating. It's only when you left, without so much as a good-bye or explanation that I truly realized that you were meant for me. I made mistakes, you made mistakes, but you give me a reason to wake up every morning, you give my life purpose and when I hold you in my arms, I feel like I have the whole world at my fingertips. You are my world, your everything that's right in this universe, everything that is pure and true and honest." He spoke with conviction even though his voice started cracking from the emotions he couldn't hide.
"I didn't have time to get you a house of candles." He admitted. "But what I do have is a heart that has your name written all over it, I have respect, admiration, loyalty, faith and hope. I have hope that we can be a family again, that we have this opportunity to right a wrong, we can have that second chance that most people don't get."
"You are all I've ever wanted, I will never get over you, and I know you love me too, after all we've been through, there's still love left for me inside of you." He came closer to her with every word he spoke until they were facing each other and touching foreheads. Cristina looked up at him and shivered as he ran a hand up and down her arm.
"I don't have a house of candles, but I do have a firehouse that I renovated, I even added a room, it could be Teagans' and I have a contract ready for you to sign, you would be making as much as me as the head of the cardio department…"
"I-uh, I sold the firehouse…" Cristina stammered, she was getting lost in his eyes.
"I know, I bought it back." He admitted shyly.
"I knew one day you would come back for me, and I wanted to be prepared, so I spent a lot of time making adjustments and renovating the place."
"You knew I'd be back? That's pretty presumptuous of you." Cristina teased.
Owen chuckled, "I thought that if I hoped and prayed for it long enough that I might be able to will it to happen." He stated. "Don't leave me, Cristina, I can't lose you again."
His hands crept up to her neck and got lost in her hair as he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around him and surrender to his wishes. They stood there, the wind gushing underneath them, as they held onto each other for dear life, afraid to part because neither wanted this moment to end.
"Tell me you'll stay." Owen pleaded when he finally came up for air.
Cristina starred at his face, she brought up a hand and traced the lines around his face, he looked tired and worn out, had he absence caused him so much grief that it aged him so many years?
Owen stood there, still as can be, holding her tight against his body and struggling for air, anticipating her response.
But before she could muster a yes or a no, the doors of the boiler room flew open and there stood Meredith. The look on her face was pure torture, "I'm so sorry." She stated.
Cliffhanger…sorry, I didn't have time to write the second part.