Kicking off her shoes, dropping her coat and bag onto the floor, Cristina flopped down onto the sofa and pulled the blanket over her. She was exhausted. She had been in the OR nearly 10 hours, with a couple of short breaks to grab a quick bite to eat and go to the bathroom. Long Surgeries were no joke at 6 and a half months pregnant, but she had to keep her OR hours up now before she went on maternity leave or it may affect her chances of getting accepted onto a prestigious cardio fellowship.

She had not even seen Owen since yesterday. he had been called into a trauma late last night and had not got home by the time she left. She had not seen him all day at the hospital either, she missed catching a glimpse of his red hair or blue eyes. He had been so busy in these past few weeks she felt like they were room mates more than husband and wife.

Curling deeper under the blanket, Cristina prayed that he would be home soon. She really wanted to curl up with her baby and her gorgeous husband.

Owen had been locked in the chief's office all day helping with him with some administrative duuties. The chief's wife, Adele, was getting more confused and having fewer lucid periods so Owen had offered to help Richard where he could.

Owen thought of how he would cope if he felt his wife slipping away in front of his eyes. He was desperate to see her, to hold her, to tell her how much he loved her. Gazing out of the window at the dark Seattle night, he wished that the post operative data he had been collating all data would make itself into a powerpoint presentation so he could go home.

Cristina was restless waiting for Owen so she busied herself reading a medical journal on the couch. About an hour into reading it, she felt her phone vibrate and saw a text message from her husband flash up on the screen:

Leaving now. Be home in 20 minutes, can't wait to see you. I Love

Smiling, Cristina felt suddenly energised. She hauled herself and her bump off the sofa and waddled into the bathroom. She pushed the plug in and started to run the hot water into the roll top bathtub that stood in the centre of the room.

"Let's do something nice for Daddy, shall we?" Cristina had fallen into the habit of tracing O's on her stomach when talking to the baby. She found it comforting, her own way of keeping owen physically connected to the baby when he wasn't around. But at the same time it annoyed her that she was one of those simple girls who got soppy about babies and fawned over the tiny clothes. She had found herself actually volunteering to hold Zola or babysit Sophia! Hormones had a lot to answer for!

Lighting some candles and pouring in some bath oil, Cristina removed her clothes, pulled her hair up in a loose bun and climbed into the inviting water. Relaxing back she began to feel a flutter of excitement at the fact that the man she loved so fiercely would be coming back to her any minute.

When she heard footsteps running up the stairs she called out, "Owen, I'm in the bathroom."

As fast as his feet would take him, Owen hurried across the living room floor, flung open the bathroom door and grinned at the sight that greeted him.

Cristina was lying in a bath full of bubbles with just her bump visible through the suds.

"hello, stranger!" Owen exclaimed, he could not hide the joy in his voice. The vision of his wife in his eyes made his heart skip a beat. As she wriggled in the water, he also felt a tightening in groin as the oily water danced over her curves.

Smiling back at him, Cristina enquired innocently "why are you still full clothed standing there looking at me, when you should be naked sitting in here with me?"

Owen quickly removed his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor and climbed in to the tub behind Cristina. She snuggled into his chest, resting her head on his collar bone. Owen moved his hands, stroking her stomach, letting his baby know that he was back.

"How was your day?" He asked as he slid further down into the hot liquid. Owen wet his hands in the oily water and began to knead cristina's shoulders. She felt tense.

"that's nice"' cristina half smiled and For a few moments allowed Owen to rub away all the knots left behind by the long surgery.

Turning her head to catch his lips in her's Cristina whispered throatily "ln answer to your question, my day was long..." she nibbled on his bottom lip "and hard," she felt him smile against her mouth and he cupped her chin in one hand and deepened their kiss.

Owen caressed his wife's face with his finger tips as he hungrily explored her mouth with his tongue. Cristina responded, drinking in every inch of this man who had chosen her to love.

"I want you." she hissed as Owen ran his hands down the side of her neck and Cristina felt her nipples harden at his light touch.

Owen bent his head to lightly kiss along her collar bone and his hands enveloped her breasts. He gently tugged on her nipples until they tingled and stood errect.

"mmmmm" Cristina moaned, giving herself over totally to her husband. He knew every nerve ending, every sensitive spot on her body and she wanted him to take it all. It was all his.

The hormones of the pregnancy had only acted to heighten the intense longing she had for her husband's touch. She had never wanted anyone or anything as much as she craved Owen. He was like an addiction- he gave her a rush, a high she was constantly chasing. Just as she had been chasing surgery, thinking it would be the one thing that really mattered in her life. But that was before. Before Owen, before their baby. Now, in the after, she often thought to herself that what really mattered was this- not just the sex, but the being with him, the loving him, being loved by him, morphing, merging, changing. He was her pure adrenaline!

Owen reached his left hand around cristina's waist and snaked his fingers down between her legs. She gripped his hand and moved it to exactly where she wanted it to be- on her throbbing clit. Owen took the hint and began to dance his fingers in circular motions, causing Cristina to purr as she snaked her arms up behind her and around his neck. He muzzled his face into her neck and whispered, "I think you are beautiful"

Cristina shifted, melting her back further into his chest, the friction of the water and the bath oil moulding them to each other. Owen increased the pressure on her clit and felt her begin to harden beneath his touch. In turn, Cristina could feel his hardening length in the small of her back, which only acted to turn her on even more.

"I need you Cristina. I love you." Owen growled into her ear and in one definate movement he grabbed her by the hips and deposited her onto his rock hard cock.

"Owen!" Cristina gasped as he filled her up and began lazily moving his hips in a rhythmical lilt. Gripping on to the sides of the bath, she fell into step with his movements as water splashed onto the bathroom floor, the pressure too much to hold it back.

"oh, yes Cristina..." Owen moaned as he dug his fingers onto her hips pulling her further down onto his length. He wanted to completely bury himself in her, for her to take everything he had to offer. Moving her tiny body slightly faster Owen hardened. Cristina let out a yelp of pleasure and begged him " don't stop...keep going...keep going...please!"

As owen pounded deeper and faster into her cristina Gripped fhe side of the bath tighter as waves of pleasure shook her to the core.

"I'm...going...to..." cristina's heart was pounding, her breath coming rapidly.

"I'm here...I'm right here!" Owen chocked the words out moments before he smashed his body into her back and clung on tight as they climaxed hard together.

Splashing back in the water, resting against the tub, Owen wrapped his arms around his wife and interlaced their fingers around their baby. They sat still and silent, both feeling content, until all 3 heartbeats found a normal, common rhythm.

"what are you thinking?" Cristina questioned, as she moved onto her side so she could she her husband's face.

"I was thinking about the Chief." Owen replied evenly.

Cristina furrowed her brow, this is weird she thought "ok?"

"he is having such a hard time. The woman he loves is melting away in front of him and there is not a dam thing he can do about it." owen's eyes looked sad. Cristina reached for his neck and cuddled into him, as much to comfort him as to prove she was still there.

"i just don't know what I would do if I lost you Cristina. I couldn't breathe without you." Owen squeezed her tighter.

These words, that she had said to him years earlier, melted her heart. He didn't want to loose her! Not in a possessive way, like Burke but because he loved her for who she was.

Sitting up and manoeuvring herself around so she was sitting between his legs facing him, she took his face in both her hands, started intently into those warm blue eyes and declared "I am not going anywhere! Owen, I am not going anywhere without you."

Owen closed his eyes and nodded slowly. He gazed up into her brown eyes and kissed her slowly, gently, telling her how much he loved her.

As they broke away, their hands skimming over each others bodies, Cristina placed her hands square on his shoulders and fixed him with a serious expression.

"Owen, go and get the cereal!"

Dropping a kiss on her forehead as he chuckled to himself and hauled himself out of the water.

Watching her husbands naked form saunter into the kitchen, Cristina mumbled, "hot!" and sunk back in to the glistening water to enjoy the rest of the evening with her family.