Author's note: While trying to correct the mistake I made with Emily's name (thank you Carmen for noticing!), I managed to delete 3 paragraphs right in the middle; it took me a while to notice, so, I apologize for the inconvenience. Hope I have ammended it correctly this time! Today is definitely not my day arround FanFiction! :-)

It was cold outside and close to midnight when he arrived home; too late to find his little girl awake, he thought. Those days he hated the long hours his job required. Before Emily he had never cared about 24h shifts or arriving home at dawn; now it was a bit heartbreaking not to be able to kiss her goodnight. Well, he sighed from her door frame, watching Emily sound asleep, he had the following day off and they would be going to the park for her first baseball lesson. That should be fun; she was a bit of a tomboy and he loved it. He wondered why would men often want boys when little girls were much better...

He found Cristina sipping a glass of Champagne in the bathtub, something she did when she needed to relax. For some seconds, he stood at the door, just as he had watched his daughter; this time only reveling at the beauty of his wife. She was more beautiful with every passing day; he loved the back of her neck, and every bit of her. He swiftly approached to the tub, already unbuttoning his shirt, and crouched down to place a soft kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear, to make her cringe ticklish.

"Hey stranger" she said with a smile

"Rough day?" He asked kissing her lips and getting rid of his shirt "got your page that you needed to rush, everything ok?" he continued

"Yeah, your daughter got into trouble at pre-school this afternoon… didn't want to worry you while in surgery, so, I just went on… she's a case... and she's grounded!" she smirked

"Really? What happened?" he frowned, and stopped unzipping his jeans.

"I'll tell you if you continue stripping for me" She teased as she moved to the side of the tub to get a better view of her husband. She could not help grinning about his shyness, and how, after so much time together, she still managed to make him blush.

"All right, guess it's not that serious if your main thought is about my butt" he retorted as he continued removing his clothes to join her in the bathtub. She moved to make space for him to sit behind her. She loved sharing the tub; there was nothing better in the world than relaxing against his strong body in the water. He took a sip of her glass and then asked her again "So? What has our little girl done this time?"

"Our little monster scared the hell out of her class mates by operating on a Teddy bear today" and she sounded pissed at his laugh. "Oh, no, you do not get to laugh" she turned around to stare him in the eye "because afterwards she got on a brawl with her class mates, which called her killer. So, instead of gloating about my little girl being the future or cardio surgery, I had to apologize to Ms. McNeil, keep a straight face and then explain to Emily that we do not solve things hitting people… and that we do not do surgeries anywhere"

"Is she OK?" he asked, not too worried though, since Cristina being in a good mood was a sign that everything was fine.

"Of course she is… she is like her father, and kicked some ass. It was just frustrating to have to ground her, when all I wanted to do was to cheer her up… damn it, I hate having to educate her…" she complained, but relaxed and regained her previous position, closing her eyes and leaning her head against his shoulder.

He hugged Cristina closer, beaming with pride. "You are a terrific mother, you know" he whispered in her ear caressing her arms.

"Owen… what if we had a second one? Do you think I could manage two?" she smiled running her hand up his thigh.

For a second she felt him tense beneath her. "Are we…?" he asked, clearing his throat a bit.

"No! I'm not pregnant!" She replied quickly, and realized him breathing again at her answer. "What's the matter? You've always wanted a big family… I thought that you would jump with joy at the thought of me expecting again, like you did when I told you about Emily" she continued as she turned around to stare him in the eye once again "This is not joy"

"I…" He kissed her, wondering how to explain. "I could not go through that again" He continued, holding her face in his hands. "You know I love Emily, that I would give my life for her any minute… but when I think about babies, I only think about you bleeding, and weak, and I freeze Cristina… you cannot imagine how I felt when Bailey took you into the OR. It was the worst moment in my life. My world was crumbling down, and I didn't even cared about Emily, the only thing I could do was praying that you would make it… couldn't risk losing you" he gasped for air, and Cristina felt that that kind of thought could bring him to a panic attack.

"It's OK Owen, it's OK", she said with a lump in her throat, kissing him while wrapping her hands around his neck. "It's not as if I wanted to do the whole thing again… do not miss feeling like a whale, with nausea, heartburn and swollen ankles… It's just that I thought that it would make you happy, that you might be missing having a boy and that you just wouldn't want to put pressure on me… but if you do not need a second one, I am more than happy with Emily… god knows she is going to be difficult enough when she turns 15…" She laughed making him relax.

He stared at the dark eyes of his beautiful wife; love clearly written on them. How could he possibly be so lucky? He wondered. She had brought him back to life, and given him everything he could have ever dreamt and more. If she agreed not to have more children, they would need to find a permanent solution for contraception, it was unfair that she was the one carrying all the responsibility… but they had plenty of time to think about that… He kissed her forehead and hugged her closer to him.

"So", he asked her softly, changing the topic "no taking Emily to the park for her first baseball lesson tomorrow?.. Are you also grounding me?" he smiled, knowing Cristina would not like it if he got all sentimental with her.

"Well, since I will be working, you are allowed to be the nice-loving parent, and, after giving her a serious speech about not ripping dolls open, and not kicking schoolmates… you might punish her by making her hit a ball in the park… she is my daughter and she will hate it…" She teased him.

"She's your daughter and she'll love it… still remember the first time you hit the ball… and how amazing you were… have I told you lately that I love you?" he asked unable to restrain himself.

"Mmmm, not today… was kind of missing it" she joked pecking him on the lips "but now I guess I will have to get all mushy and tell you that I love you too…darn it!" and laughed at his tickling her, and making water splash all over the bathroom. She loved him serious and focused, but she adored him happy and playful; making her laugh hard. She could not imagine a better life.