Cristina sleepily opened her eyes, stretched her arms above her head and rolled over. She reached out expecting to find the warm body of her husband lying next to her. When she felt the coolness of the cotton sheets but no Owen, she sat up, with a puzzled look on her face. Where was he?

Cristina pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. Pulling her bathrobe around her she walked towards the bathroom. As she got closer she could hear strains of Neyo coming out of the radio. She pushed open the door and through the steam she could make out the outline of her husband standing under the powerful jet of the shower.

Owen stood and let the hot water beat down on him. As he rocked his head from side to side to wet his hair he thought about Cristina and their baby. He smiled to himself as he thought about how her beautiful body was protecting the tiny life. There was something very sensual about that thought. He was so lost in the vision of his wife he had conjured in his head that he did not notice the shower doors open.

Cristina opened the shower door and let her eyes wander over the view of her husband's back. She pursed her lips and took in every detail of his muscular shoulders, his pert bottom and thick legs. Dropping her bathrobe to the floor, she stepped in, ready to get her husband to give her a hand.

Owen moved his hands around the back of his neck, rubbing shower gel across his skin and letting the bubbles run down his back. Suddenly the temperature of the shower felt hotter and he knew exactly why.

Cristina stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Owen's waist and kissed the back of his neck.

"Mmmm, good morning." Owen growled softly as he spun round to face his wife. Looking deep into those soulful brown eyes, he gave her a seductive smile and pulled her under the water pressing his body hard against her's. She moved her hands up around his neck and kissed him slowly, deeply as her curls began to transform into a straight blanket around her shoulders.

"So, I am trying to get clean and yet it seems things are about to get really dirty in here." Owen murmured against her mouth between kisses.

"So?" Cristina whispered, biting his lower lip teasingly.

Like a moth to a flame, Owen needed no encouragement. He pushed her back against the tiled wall and kissed her hungrily once more. Cristina responded digging her nails into his back, clinging onto him as her tongue explored her mouth. Bringing her hands to his shoulders she pushed down. Owen got the message and was happy to oblige.

Owen knelt down in front of his wife and lightly ran his fingers up her inner thighs. Enjoying the sensation Cristina inched her feet along the shower floor so he legs were hip width apart. As he followed his fingers with soft nibbling kisses, Cristina let her head drop back in anticipation of the sensation that she knew was coming.

Owen licked his lips staring at the shaven entry to one area of his wife's body he craved more than any other. He inched his long finger inside, she was already wet and hot. He could feel his cock hardening at how turned on she was. He moved his thumb in circle against her clit, which was throbbing an hard against his touch.

Cristina shuddered, like a thermometer she could feel herself getting hotter and her body getting tighter. She braced herself with her hands against the wall. She was ready to totally submit to him, he had total power over her right now.

As Owen began to feast on the delicious juices his touch had garnered, Cristina began to moan and clutched onto his hair, pulling his face and tounge further between her legs.

"Don't stop...Owen...don't stop" she began to breath faster and her words got more strangled as waves of pleasure threatened to bring her over the edge.

Feeling that his wife was close to an orgasm, Owen abruptly stopped and in one motion stood up and spun Cristina around so her hands were above her head against the wall. Forcing her legs apart with his knee, he positioned himself behind her and thrust his rock hard cock inside her and began to pound her as he tugged on her nipples and bit into her neck.

Cristina gasped as he husband filled her up with his length. As they melted into a fast and deep rhythm she closed her eyes. Planting her palms flat against the wall she thrust back against him.

"Owen... I'm...going...to..." she breathed furiously.

"yes...baby, I'm with you.." Owen's voice was equally as breathless.

With a final hard thrust against each other Cristina let her head fling back and rest on Owen's shoulder and let the waves of the orgasm envelop her. In that moment she felt so satisfied, she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Owen emptied his load into his wife and pecked kisses across her temple. He wrapped her in his arms and pressed his face into her neck.

"I love you Cristina Yang."

Turning around to face him, she stroked his face- Just as she had the first time she had stepped into the shower with him to comfort him when he had been reliving a painful war memory.

Looking into his blue eyes now, she saw him. Her husband, full of life and love. Maybe not totally healed but healing.

Snuggling into his chest and feeling his embrace tighten, she whispered, "I love you more, Owen Hunt."

The water sprayed over them both while they just stood in each others arms- totally connected.

Cristina, wrapped in a soft grey towel, sat cross legged on the bed watching Owen button up his shirt. She wondered how it was that there seemed to be that one person for everyone, the one person who knew you inside out physically, emotionally and just made you feel whole. As she was thinking she absentmindedly traced the letter O on her stomach, letting her baby know the importance of that letter in her life. The symbol of the man who had removed her icicle and allowed her to feel love so deeply that it took her breath away.

Owen snapped his last button shut and turned around to say goodbye to his wife. He saw her smiling and touching her stomach and it made his heart swell with pride. He loved this woman totally, with all her idiocyrancies and ambition. She made him more than he ever hoped he could be in the after and for that he owed her everything.

Pulling Cristina to her feet, wrapping his arms around her he lifted her feet off the ground and kissed her. "See you two later."

Placing her back on the floor he kissed his fingers, pressed them to her stomach, gave her one last peck on the cheek, grabbed his keys from the night stand and walked out of the house.

All Cristina could do was smile. Walking to the kitchen, she grabbed the cereal box and settled down on the sofa to watch an aortic arch dissection repair. Perfect day!