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Owen never enjoyed arguing with anyone, especially his wife. Friends and family of Cristina Yang knew that once you were on her bad side you had one hell of a hole to climb out of, heck, even acquaintances and people who knew of her knew better. She possessed a deadly wrath that no one dared to ever get near, and those who did regretted it instantly. However, in this particular instance Cristina did not unleash her angry caustic words towards her husband, or give him intense glares that could burn a hole through someone's face. No. She simply gave him the silent treatment, and if she allowed words to escape her mouth they simply consisted of "yes" "no" and "it's over there". Conversation was spent on Ethan and Evan. It frustrated Owen but he knew she was still upset, and thought it would eventually subside. Little did he know she wanted her words from the other night to marinate in his brain and for him to grasp what she was saying.

Unfortunately, most men, even the near perfect ones are slow with interpreting everything. Owen heard her words, briefly took them into consideration, but in the end went back to his conclusion. He felt Ethan and Evan were too little to be carried around in a baby sling for a lengthy twelve hours shift. As far as returning to work it wasn't a matter of gender on who would stay home, that was simply coincidence, in Owen's mind his department demanded him to be there - Trauma was constantly filled with patients who needed to be rushed to the OR immediately and 90 percent of the time he needed to perform or assist in those surgeries. Cristina's cardio surgeries were typically scheduled, occasionally she was needed in an emergent Trauma case but it was rare, and Stevens was doing a fantastic job of performing the light duties that were currently gracing the Cardio department. Owen saw it as fortunate time for Cristina. In his mind it allowed her to spend that quality time he longed for without his Trauma cases getting in the way. He did not understand why she wanted to spoil this time with Ethan and Evan with medicine.

It was 2:45 in the morning and Owen gently lay Evan down to sleep. Cristina showed off her mommy skills by changing Ethan's diaper in record time and calming and putting him back to sleep with no difficulty. Owen was envious of her and how quickly she was catching on. Rather than return to bed, he sat back in a chair propping up his feet on the ottoman, watching his little ones with admiration as they slept peacefully. Eventually Owen dozed off on the chair but was awakened by a swift kick knocking his legs off the ottoman. His eyes jerked open.

"Its 5:30," Cristina said as she was holding a wide awake Evan. "Alex is already here, you can leave."

Owen did not bother responding and quickly dressed and kissed his son's goodbye.

"Thank you Alex," Owen said as he walked out the front door before Alex could respond.

"Whoa tension between mommy and daddy," Alex said with laughter to Ethan.

"Shut up Alex," as she joined him on the couch.

"So what's his problem and your problem?" Alex always did enjoy gossip.

"I'm ready to go back to work and he doesn't think so, but I do. I'm more than ready to go to work with Ethan and Evan. Bailey did it, and me and him can do too. It pisses me off that he wants to wait when I know both of us are more than capable." Cristina ranted.

"He's a Trauma surgeon Yang. He can't have a kid hanging around his chest while an injured patient comes into the ER. It's easier to wait until they're big enough to be in the hospital's day care. That's why Izzie waited. It was easier for the both of us. I get what Hunt is saying. We're trauma surgeons Yang."

"I knew Owen's cheerleader would side with him," Cristina said shaking her head. "And not that it would have helped, but if Izzie didn't stay home for those three months then she might have actually gave me a run for my money for Head of Cardio."

Instead of countering the cheerleader comment Alex simply spoke of all the heart surgeries she was missing out on. What an ass, she thought, and he had to go into specific detail.

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"How are those gorgeous babies doing Hunt?" Bailey asked as they were both scrubbing out of surgery.

"They're doing great, thank you for asking Dr. Bailey," He answered flatly keeping his eyes fixed ahead.

"Uh huh, then why the long face?" She pried. "Problems with Cristina?" His silence told her everything. "Let me guess, she's ready to come back to work with those babies in her arms and you don't want that."

Owen sighed. He dried his hands and leaned against the sterile sink. "She says that it's not fair that I returned to work and she can't. She says that if I'm home I should be, and if I'm at work then her and the babies should be able to be too."

"And what's the problem?" Bailey asked.

"Well for one they're too small, and I had to come back to work. I'm a Trauma surgeon Dr. Bailey."

"I brought my baby to work, and Cristina was kindly enough to baby sit for me when I was needed in the OR. I would gladly do the same."

Unbelievable, Hunt thought. Women sure do stick together. "Well you had one baby, we have two to look after."

"Well then it's a good thing there's two of you and you both are surgeons who happen to work at the same hospital."

"Baile-"

"Ahh Ahh shh! Look, in this situation you both are blessed to be surgeons who work in the same hospital. I would have loved if big Tucker worked in this hospital. It would have meant more family time, more time with my husband and baby, and still be an amazing surgeon. It would have been the best of both worlds. But he's not and being away from home and always leaving him with the baby forced us to separate not too long ago. It tore our marriage apart. We barely came out on top by the skin of our teeth. So take a page from book."

Owen simply gave Bailey a smile. She was good. Dr. Bailey always knew what to say and gave the greatest advice.

"Besides we are talking about Cristina, she is not a housewife, never will be, not even a temporary one. So go home and fix whatever is going on." Bailey said shaking her head at these youngsters nowadays.

Owen wanted to leave his shift an hour early but refrained. Alex, the next best trauma surgeon he felt comfortable leaving with was at his house, so he waited. During the next hour he thought of numerous things to get Cristina smiling again. With the advice Bailey gave him he had an idea. Before he left for the day he went in and had a talk with the Chief.