"I want to go back to work Owen," Cristina argued as she changed Ethan's wet diaper. It was 5:30am and the twins were wide awake, pouting right along with their mother, only they were pleading to be fed.

"Cristina, at least give it a full month," Owen begged as he slipped on a dark grey t-shirt and went to the kitchen to warm the babies' bottles. He needed to leave soon, his shift started in thirty minutes.

"Where the hell is George?" He said annoyed, as he handed one bottle to Cristina, and picked up Evan and began feeding him. Today was George's day off and was more than happy to help out with the little hunts. He was the type of kind-hearted person you were honored to have as a friend.

Cristina ignored his question, "A month is too long. I need to go back to work a lot sooner, like now."

Owen sighed, "Cristina, stop fighting me on this. I know you're eager to get back in the OR, but the babies are too small to be carting around the hospital."

"Bailey was carting around little Tuck shortly after he was born."

"If my mind serves me correct Bailey only has one son, so she only had one baby to look after," Owen countered as he started to burp Evan, "we have two."

"Meredith offered to help out, as did the rest of my friends," Cristina said as she lightly patted Ethan's back, "And the nurses love you, they won't turn down a chance to baby sit a mini version of you while we kick a- I mean butt in the OR."

Owen shook his head, "Cristina, the hospital will still be there. Relax."

She rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that because you get to into work today."

"Cristina, I would much rather stay here with my family, but I have a Trauma to run. It's always busy, non-stop flowing with injured patients. Even though I took two weeks off, I still was paged numerous times."

"Well I have a Cardio wing to run –"

"Which has been slow since the hospital has not called you," Owen said cutting her off.

Before Cristina could get another word in their doorbell rang. Owen quickly left their bedroom with Evan in his arms to answer. It was George.

"Sorry I'm a little late, but I stopped and grabbed some breakfast and coffee," George said apologetically as he entered the Hunt household and placed his food on kitchen counter.

"It's all right. Thanks again George, I really appreciate this."

Owen gently caressed Evan in his arms and kissed him several times on the cheek and forehead before handing him off to George. "I'll miss you buddy," he whispered before returning to his bedroom.

"Okay, I'm off to the hospital," Owen told Cristina as he slipped on his jacket and grabbed his keys from the nightstand.

"Mmhmm," Was simply her answer. Owen kissed his upset wife goodbye along with Ethan and whispered "I love you's" to them, and he left reluctantly. When Owen was gone, Cristina attempted to put Ethan back to sleep, but failed and he soon started crying softly. As she checked his diaper, his cries increased in volume, so she quickly picked him up, lightly bouncing while she cradled him. She did this for about ten minutes, making several "shh shh" sounds. Finally George came into her bedroom with a quiet, cool, calm Evan.

"Geez Cristina what are you doing to the poor kid?" he said as he gently lay Evan in his bassinet.

"Oh can it George, I'm trying here," She said annoyed. "Not everyone can have the Disney affect on kids."

George shook his head in amusement and took over baby duty for Ethan, "Come here little guy."

Ethan immediately stopped crying in George's arms. Cristina was always jealous that he had that affect on babies, but she would never admit it to him. It was like George had a special connection with every baby, an unfathomable bond that even parents did not share. He was like a Disney character all babies felt safe with.

As Cristina watched, she briefly wondered if Ethan's crying was triggered by the frustrated emotions of going back to work. She once read babies could sense things stirring up in their parents. It made her feel a little guilty for wanted to go back to work, but she could not help it. What bothered her most was Owen countered her mother when she said a hospital was no place to raise children. Now here he was saying they were too small. He was the one that was supposed to understand her, especially about this. Cristina started to become frustrated and George noticed.

"No wonder this little guy was crying," George said, displacing Cristina from her thoughts. "He's upset because his mommy is upset."

Cristina sighed, "How is my Cardio wing?"

"Izzie is doing a great job," George assured her. "It's been slow anyway, you're not missing out on anything."

"Only I can do a great job running the Cardio wing, Izzie must doing an okay job."

"Whatever you say."

Throughout the whole day Cristina remained frustrated, and her twins could feel it, because they remained fussy throughout the day as well. It was as though if mommy was not happy, neither are we. George certainly had his hands full today, luckily he was able to calm them with ease, but Ethan and Evan's short length naps took a toll on him. Even though he was great with babies and children, he was happy he never had any. One baby was double duty all on its own, but two babies definitely took its toll on you by mid day.

Owen arrived home two hours late. He quickly exited his truck, eager to see Ethan and Evan. When he walked through the front door he found George swaddling an already asleep Ethan, preparing him to be placed in his bassinet. Before he could apologize for being late and thanking him, George motioned to Cristina's bedroom where little whimpers were escaping Evan's tiny mouth.

When Owen walked into his bedroom he found Cristina sitting up in bed trying to rock Evan to sleep, but he was putting up quite the fight. Owen also noticed that the expression on Cristina's face had not changed from this morning.

Cristina got up from the bed with their son and gently handed him to Owen. "Your turn," she said in a flat tone.

Owen eyed Cristina, her hair was frazzled, and she looked exhausted and pissed off. Her shirt had milk stains from Ethan and Evan missing the burp cloth when they spit up. She smelled of awful baby formula mixed with baby powder. It had been a rough day for her. He leaned in to kiss her forehead but she stepped back.

Owen sighed, "I know you're still upset about the conversation from this morning, but the babies really are too small to be carrying them around in a hospital for 12 hours. Cristina, this is what you signed up for when you said you wanted to have a baby."

"When I said I wanted a baby, and you complied, that means you signed up too. So you should be home as well. If I'm here, then you should be too, especially since we had twins. You shouldn't be the only one who gets to go back to work. I shouldn't have to remain home just because I pushed the babies out. If you're at work, then we (including Ethan and Evan) should be able to be there too."

Before Owen could counter, she walked away to the bathroom in need of relaxing that only a hot bath could provide.

Owen left the bedroom and joined George in the living room, to try to calm and comfort Evan.

"George, thanks a lot for coming over today, we really appreciate it."

"No problem, "George whispered as he went to place Ethan to bed.

George emerged from their bedroom, gathered his things and headed for the door. Before he walked out he turned in Owen's direction. In a low voice, he whispered,"Cristina is tough. She's strong enough to handle the work force and babies at the same time."

Owen nodded and gave him a weak smile.

It took 45 minutes before Evan was finally down for the night. Owen got up from the sofa, locked the front door and went to place his son down beside Ethan.

Cristina was already in a deep sleep. He discarded his clothes, only leaving his boxers and climbed into bed. He noticed that Cristina was not in her usual spot, the middle where they always cuddled. For the first time in years he went to sleep without his arms wrapped tightly around Cristina.