Cristina inhaled deeply, enjoying the crisp light breeze that whirled its way through her thick curly hair as she pushed Evan's stroller. As she exhaled she appreciated the uncommon clear sky that graced Seattle today and was happy when Alex agreed a walk around the neighborhood with the twins would do them all some good. Alex noticed the rare serenity that was displayed upon Cristina's face so he remained quite as he pushed Ethan's stroller alongside Evan's. It felt good to be out of the house, to breathe in fresh air, and receive some sunlight because Cristina was beginning to feel cooped up at her house and she felt her twins were beginning to feel the same. As their walk continued Cristina's expression changed, Alex took notice but refrained from making any comments or asking any prying questions. Cristina was indeed thinking intently. It bothered her that there was a temporary rift within her marriage, a problem that in her mind could be fixed so easily if Owen would really open his eyes or brain and actually fathom the words she last spoke to him. Delving deeper into her thoughts she remembered how horrible men were with grasping concepts and decided tonight she would remind him; she was more than ready for work with Ethan and Evan by her side. When the winds started to pick up and the clears sky slowly started dissipating into a light shade of grey they headed home. Unbeknownst to the time when they were nearing Cristina's house Owen had just pulled into the driveway. He exited his truck and started walking in the direction of Cristina and Alex making her sigh.

Before Owen completely reached them Alex muttered a few words, "Hang in there Yang. It gets easier."

Alex's words surprised Cristina and gave him a faint smile.

"Alex, thank you again. You'll never know how much I really appreciate this," Owen said as he took the handles of Ethan's stroller.

"No problem," Alex said as he searched his pockets for his keys. "Just when you're ready to resign as Head of Trauma make sure you put in a good word for me to take your place."

Owen chuckled, "I'll remember that."

"Okay, I gotta go pick up my team of wrestlers from school. Catch ya later," Alex said as he waved and walked off to his car.

The short stroll up the walk way was a silent one. Inside Cristina changed the diapers of both Ethan and Evan while Owen warmed their bottles. No words were spoken yet, not even a hello. After the twins' feedings they quickly went to sleep and Owen went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Cristina took this opportunity to shower and change into comfortable clothes. She planned on discussing work with Owen again after dinner.

When Cristina entered the living room from a rather lengthy hot shower her eyebrows were raised in surprise and tried to stop her lips from forming a smile. Owen served dinner on their low coffee table and placed pillows on the floor as their seats. In one hand he held two wine glasses and in the other her favorite bordo wine.

"Surf and turf," Cristina said, at last letting her smile form. A tender juicy steak served with shrimp was waiting on a plate for her. It was her favorite dish of Owen's.

"Yeah," Owen said as he filled one glass with wine and handed it to Cristina. He placed the other and the bottle on the coffee table and tenderly pressed his lips to hers. This time she did not remain unresponsive, and turned the kiss into a passionate one. Even though it had not been long, she already missed kissing him. When their lips finally parted Owen spoke.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for not being understanding. You are right; if you're taking care of the kids then I should be too, whether it is at home or at work. I'm sorry," Owen said biting his bottom lip, unsure of the reaction he was going to get from Cristina.

"It's about time you came to your senses," she said as she plopped down in front her delicious meal and began cutting into her medium rare steak; just the way she liked it. "And since you doubted my abilities to handle the task of working and taking care of our sons you can give me a massage later."

Owen joined Cristina on the floor and gave loving smile. "Well, since you're ready I spoke to the Chief already and let him know you'll be returning tomorrow morning."

Those words only improved the night for Cristina, bringing a full bright smile to her face. At last, she thought, her understanding hubby was back. They ate, drank wine, and each sharing stories; Cristina filling in Owen about Ethan and Evan and the particular ways they liked being held. Owen shared details of recent surgeries that Cristina loved to hear about and how her Cardio department was awaiting her.

By the end of the night while they were snuggling in bed Owen brought up one more thing.

"I'm still skeptical about taking the twins for work." Cristina sighed as he began. "So, I spoke to the Chief and I'm taking another week off while you work, and then when my week is up we'll all go to work together. Fair enough for you?"

"Sounds like a plan." Cristina said as she began to think of how Owen was going to go through the same things she did.

When all lights were out in the Hunt household, and Owen was back to his regular routine of holding Cristina tightly as he fell asleep, Cristina hoped she fall asleep with vast speed. She anxiously waited for the early morning to come. She was simply eager to go back to work.

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Cristina woke up two hours before her shift and an hour before Ethan and Evan. She quietly climbed out of bed and tip-toed into the closet to retrieve her navy blue scrubs and SGH hospital badge. After gathering the necessary items for work, she sat back on the chair next to Ethan and Evan's bassinet and watched them until it was time to go.

It was thirty-minutes before Cristina had to leave and from the looks of it the twins decided to sleep in this morning. She lightly nudged Owen to let him know she had to leave.

"Hey," she whispered, "I need to get going. Who is coming over today? They need to get here now."

Owen lifted his head but his eyes remained closed. "Nobody is coming. I can handle the both of them. You can go Cristina, I love you." He said in his rough morning voice.

His words amused Cristina. Rookie, she thought. "Okay, good luck with that. Love you and I'll see my favorite boys tonight." She kissed Owen and her twins and went off to the hospital.

When Cristina walked into the hospital of SGH she was elated. The familiar sterile smell brought a smile to her face; it had been too long for her. The nurses over the loud speaker paging Dr's to patient rooms or OR's was like music to her ears. It was quite the rush to be back at work and she loved it. She quickly caught an elevator and rode it to her beloved Cardio Department where she changed in her office. After changing into her navy blue scrubs she immediately started going over all that she had missed and what was currently present.

It did not take Cristina long to start rescheduling surgeries, visiting patients, and changing treatment plans that she felt would better the patient. As she was doing all of that she briefly thought that Owen was such a dunce to think Cardio had slowed down. It was busy as usual, just as it was when she left it. He probably told them to not page her no matter what, that Izzie could handle it. That thought made her snort. In Cristina's mind a consult from her was one of the absolute's best.

An hour into her shift Cristina found herself in the OR performing a valve replacement. Feeling the scalpel in her hand instantly invigorated her, and as she proceeded to press it against skin it only intensified. The familiar sound of the saw and cracking of the chest was all too exciting for her. Some of the scrub nurses momentarily thought Cristina would be a little rusty, but she executed the surgery immaculately. It was like riding a bike for Cristina, she would never forget.

By lunch time Cristina had performed three surgeries; one valve replacement, repairing the aorta from an aortic aneurysm and one coronary angioplasty. Operating on hearts gave her an amazing high and it was days like this, filled with non-stop surgeries that made her love being at work. After she grabbed a cup of coffee and spinach salad she flipped open her phone to check on Owen and her twins; Ethan and Evan.

The phone rang four times before Owen answered, but he fumbled the phone before placing it to his ear.

"Ehh…Hello?" Owen said through the loud cries of Ethan and Evan.

"Sheesh! What are you doing to my precious boys?"

"Nothing, they are just fussy I guess."

"Do you want to me ask Alex to go give you a hand?" Cristina asked as she sipped her coffee.

"NO. Karev is the only Trauma surgeon I trust to run that department, so no. I'm doing alright Cristina. Babies cry, they're just crying nothings wrong. I'm dealing."

Cristina chuckled, "I can tell. Well give them my love and kisses. Oh and just in case you do need a little help Ethan likes to be comforted by being cradled in the arms and Evan likes to be upright propped up against the shoulder while rubbing his back. But you obviously cannot carry both of them so read them page 122 in my surgical syndromes book. It always calms them."

"Seriously?" Owen asked through the cries of his twins.

"Yes, now get to it before they really let you have it." Cristina ordered.

"Okay got it. I gotta go love you." Owen said and hung up quickly.

Owen was having a difficult time handing Ethan and Evan. It made him give Cristina a lot more credit and praise than he originally had done. He did need help, but refused to ask for it. Maybe it was the proud factor of a man or his old soldier demeanor of not needing help, either way he decided he would take care of his own children. He was grateful for the tips Cristina had just given him because he immediately started reading the exact page from her medical book aloud and sure enough, as odd as it seemed to him, their cries started to become softer and eventually stopped. Amazing he thought.

Meanwhile, Cristina had just finished her coffee and salad when an annoyed Izzie stormed up to her.

"Why did you change Mrs. Duncan's course of treatment?" Izzie demanded to know. "I diagnosed it fine. There was no need to change it Cristina."

Cristina shook her head and could not believe she was forced to leave her beloved Cardio in the hands of Izzie.

"Iz, my treatment plan will improve her quality of life. It's better."

"Ugh, fine," Izzie said in frustration. "Well, I'm performing it."

Cristina laughed, "Izzie, I'm Head of Cardio. Recognize." And walked off to scrub in and perform Mrs. Duncan's heart surgery, leaving Izzie exasperated.

Cristina had one hell of a day at work. In the corny words of O'Malley she was strung out on the scalpel and loving high of performing surgeries, over looking scans of hearts, everything. What made the day even better was that no one died on her watch. But it was the end of her shift as she was changing into her civilian clothes when something hit her. Through the great and familiar moments of work today, something was missing. It was Ethan and Evan. The smell of baby powder, formula, dirty diapers were replaced with cleanliness, and formaldehyde. Cristina wanted the smell of both things. She wanted the best of both worlds; being a surgeon and having her babies right there every step of the way.

When Cristina arrived home Ethan and Evan were fast asleep and Owen was passed out on the sofa chair in their bedroom. His hair was beyond frazzled but insanely curly from the rough day at home he had. He had the familiar stains of spit up and milk. He smelled of wet diapers, baby powder and formula. Cristina smiled, and snaked her way into Owen's arms and fell asleep right along with her boys. Tomorrow she would try and convince Owen that neither of them needed to take time off of work.

A/N: Again, thank you so much for the reviews. Keep them coming, please. :) Enjoy. Oh and also, expect a time jump with the next chapter(s).