The elevator door slid open and Cristina heavily dragged her feet and her 7 month old baby bump towards the physiotherapy suite where the birthing class was being held.

Still dressed in her scrubs from finishing her shift moments earlier, she pulled her phone put of her pocket and furiously hit the keys to message her husband:

You had better be up here already or on your way!

There had been some heated words the previous night while they had been cooking dinner. Cristina did not see why she needed to go to a class to learn how to breathe or the mechanics of birth! They were both doctors! If she did 't know this stuff well the medical board better revoke her licence! Owen had argued that it was part of the process for new parents and that neither of them knew what to expect as they had never actively participated in a birth before.

Cristina had finally conceded defeat and reluctantly agreed when Owen had switched to a More hands on form of persuasion that had led to some very hormonal sex on the kitchen floor, after some very hot sex on the kitchen counter, which happened after some intense foreplay up against the fridge. Dinner had eventually been a takeout pizza after Owen had cleaned up the kitchen, which was shell shocked from the sexual battle it had hosted.

Walking down the corridor Remembering the touch of her husband's hands on her skin caused Cristina to shiver with excitement. Shaking the feelings of arousal that threatened to send her running to find Owen and drag him into an on call room, she turned the handle, pushed the door and was greeted by the sight that her worst nightmares were full of- a room full of smiling, pregnant women giggling and talking about babies!

"oh god! It's like the step ford wives on acid!" Cristina muttered to herself as a Very blonde woman with a name tag that read Vanessa came bounding towards her like an over excited springer spaniel.

"hello there mummy!" Vanessa's voice reminded Cristina of Her chief resident, April's voice- annoying, perky and grating! "and who are you?"

"dr Cristina yang." Cristina was sure to put the emphasis on the Dr part, wanting Vanessa to know she was not one of these women with zero ambition who was content to pop out babies and wait for her husband to come home from the office!

Handing Cristina a name tag with just her first name on it, Vanessa appeared unmoved by her medical status. Cristina was fighting every urge to leave this ridiculous situation and just go home to watch her surgical DVDs.

"ok, Cristina?" Vanessa enquired. Snapping back into the here and now, Cristina realised she had not taken in a word the annoying woman had just said.

"sorry I was miles away!" Cristina gave her a forced, fake smile.

Vanessa did not notice that Cristina was completely uninterested in what she and missed her say. She brightly began to repeat herself, "go and grab yourself a yoga mat, we will be starting in a couple of minutes. Will Daddy be joining us?"

He'd better be! She thought to herself behind the fake smile. "he will be here any minute now!" Cristina singsonged back and with a final pull on her mouth to widen the inane grin that had now settled there she turned and maneuvered herself down onto the mat nearest the exit. Once again pulling out her phone she stabbed the keys with venom.

Where the hell are you? Send to husband.

5 minutes later and having ignored his phone buzzing in his scrubs pocket, Owen burst through the door, panting slightly at having run all the way up 12 flights of stairs from the pit.

"sorry I'm late." he directed his apology to the blonde woman standing at the front of the assembled class. He gestured towards the name tags she was holding "I am Dr Hunt. I got caught up with some incoming trauma victims in the ER."

"quite the White knight aren't you Dr Hunt!" Vanessa giggled, placing a hand flirtatiously on his muscular forearm, blushing at the sight of this extremely attractive head of trauma in navy blue scrubs. "I am Vanessa."

Owen smiled quickly and shifted uncomfortably on the spot. He was always aware when women flirted with him, but being a gentleman he tried to stay polite. He couldn't care less which women thought he was attractive the only one who mattered was the one who had agreed to spend her life with him. The formidable mixture of beauty, brains and drive that lied in the tiny body that fitted so perfectly with his. As he mused on how lucky he was, He could feel his wife's eyes boring into him, even though he had yet to locate where in the room she was.

Cristina eyed the scene with growing disgust from her seated position on her yoga mat. A lot of women found her husband attractive and she normally found it flattering but being 7 months pregnant and the size of a small sumo wrestler left her feeling a little insecure. This was not something she would ever admit to Owen, or anyone else for that matter, but it was an uneasy feeling to be sitting with at this precise moment.

"when you have finished flirting with my husband Vanessa do you think we could get this, I am sure, very valuable and insightful class underway." Cristina's tone dripped with sarcasm and snapping his head round to catch sight of his wife for the first time since he had entered the room Owen saw the fire in his wife's eyes. He immediately strode over and took up his place on the floor behind her and pulled her in between his legs. Cristina took his hands in her's and deliberately dug her nails into his knuckles. Owen knew in that gesture that he was going to be doing some making up when they got home- making up for being late and for being flirted with. Hunt you survived a war! This is just a birthing class!

Following the voice that was the lucky owner of this beautiful man, Vanessa locked eyes with Cristina and felt her cheeks burning red. Clearing her throat nervously she plastered on a smile and putting on her teaching voice breezily addressed the assembled class, "ok mummy's and daddy's let's start thinking about our breathing exercises!"

"you are taking all this way to seriously." Cristina admonished Owen as she turned around to see him with his eyes closed following the breathing exercise Vanessa's irritating voice was guiding the group through. Looking round the room she noted she was the only one not doing exactly what Owen was doing. Raising her eyes skyward she sighed and undertook a couple of counted breathes, just so she could say she participated.

"lovely! Well done mummy's and daddy's!" Cristina gritted her teeth as Vanessa's voice filled the room.

"can we go now, I know how too breathe." she hissed under her breathe to Owen.

placing his lips on his wife's ear, Owen huskily informed her "no, just finish the class the. I promise I will show you exactly how pant when we get home!"

Cristina immediately felt heat in her whole body. Forgetting where they were, she turned her head towards Owens's face and gently caught his lips in hers. "you're so on!" she whispered against his beard.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Owen squared Cristina back to face Vanessa who was fiddling with the projector trying to get a birthing DVD started.

"Go and help her. Looks like she needs a White knight!" Cristina smirked as she dug her husband in the ribs.

Chuckling to himself he got up and made his way to the front of the group.

A busy chatter settled amongst the group as they waited. Cristina, leaning her chin in her hands, drunk in the view of her husband bending forwards over the table fiddling with the remote. It took her back to their first meeting as she watched him bent over the patient with a pen in his throat as he ran the gurney into the ER. "HOT!" she said loud enough for her to hear. Well coming to the class was worth it for this view. She thought as she shifted position.

"Thank you Dr Hunt!" Vanessa gazed at Owen's retreating figure as he went back to sit behind his wife. Cristina subconsciously snuggled her back closer into Owen's chest as he wrapped around her, marking her territory from what she saw as an idle threat.

"now just sit back class and enjoy the journey of birth!" suddenly the lights were dimmed and some whale music accompanied the sight of a naked birthing mother, in what looked like a large paddling pool, panting and chanting along with her husband who frankly looked ridiculous mirroring his wife's actions in the pool with her.

"do not get any ideas!" Cristina frankly stated, loud enough for Owen to hear and scoff into her hair.

"imagine your vagina opening like a flower." the midwife in the video cooed as the mother slid deeper into the paddling pool.

Cristina sat wide eyed, staring at the screen.

"Owen."

Cristina's low tone said all he needed to know. Hitting the alarm test button on his pager discreetly in his pocket it jumped onto action.

BEEP...BEEP.

"I'm so sorry Vanessa." Owen wheedled, jumping to his feet and pulling his wife up after him "multiple traumas in the pit, we are needed."

"of course DR Hunt." Vanessa nodded to show she understood the responsibility of his position. It was quite a turn on as a matter of fact!

As Cristina made to follow Owen out of the room, she fought hard to suppress the laughter that was threatening to come out. "so sorry. I have a feeling we were just getting to the good bit!"

Vanessa forced a smile. How did this sarcastic, frankly rude woman have such a beautiful gentleman for a husband!

Once they were in the elevator down to the surgical floor so they could both get changed to go home, Owen and Cristina collapsed into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"imagine your vagina opening like a flower." Cristina mimicked the voice from the video. "you do know that I want every drug this hospital has to pop your kid out right?"

"whatever you want darling." Owen pulled his wife towards him. "I do think though we had better practice the breathing, just in case."

As the last words in that sentence rolled off his Tongue, Owen had began to trace a familiar path of kisses down his wife's neck as his hands reached for the tie on the waistband of her scrub pants.

"well we have 6 floors Dr Hunt." her hands wrapped around his waist pulling him closer, as his hand moved up into her hair. "and you know I can't breathe without you."

Smiling against her neck, Owen murmured, "well I had better do something special to help you practice panting!"
TO BE CONTINUED...