Author's note: Here it is - the final chapter of Little Hunts. I hope you enjoy.

Beta: The wonderful and talented Shli.

Owen walked down a row of neatly placed chairs; Ethan and Evan followed close behind, matching his every step. Both wearing formal fitted suits in honor of the special occasion. This morning, Owen took the time to do his hair neatly and splash on his best smelling aftershave. Ethan and Evan opted to style and gel their hair into "elegant" fauxhawks. The clacking sound of their polished dress shoes against the stone tiled ground echoed loudly in the empty court yard as they navigated toward their front row seats. Neither of them wanted to miss even a second of today's events. Upon reaching their seats, they grabbed the pamphlets that lay on top and sat back comfortably. Ethan took a seat on his father's right, and Evan taking a seat to his left. After prying their eyes from the gold letters that peppered the pamphlet, they both took a moment to admire how well the place cleaned up when devoid of lunch tables and filled with rather simple décor. It did not take long for the newly decorated lunch area court-yard at Seattle Grace Hospital to become littered with a sea of people – all taking time to acknowledge the three male Hunts with a wave of their hand or nodding of the head. It was a big day for them.

When all attendees had taken their seats and the media had finally finished setting up their giant cameras, the ceremony started. Derek Shepherd approached the microphone, tapped it lightly to make sure it was working and began to make a small speech. The words that escaped his mouth echoed over the speakers and caught everyone's attention, all except three people; the male Hunts. They were eagerly waiting for another speaker. Ethan pulled out a small note-pad scribbling down music notes for a song he and his brother were putting together. He had become quite the skilled drummer, while his brother Evan, who was puttering away in a similar note-pad, had become a proficient guitar player. Owen smiled as he watched them, thinking how they seemed to have grown up overnight. He remembered all the interest they held as small toddlers. He remembered the night when they had told him and Cristina that they wanted to be surgeons just like them – along with being famous musicians – talented athletes, and iron chefs. (And who were Cristina and Owen to tell them they couldn't become all of them.) So as Owen noticed the side notes that included the stats of their favorite sports teams – and ingredients to recipes, he smiled proudly to know that still, at the tender age of eleven, they were still aspiring and dedicated to reaching those goals in life. He only wondered what next year, when they entered high school at the young age of twelve, would bring to inspire them and possibly add another career to their already formidable list.

In unison, Ethan and Evan swiftly closed their note-pads, causing Owen to snap back into reality. They quickly shoved their pads inside the pocket of their coat and averted their attention to the next speaker – the one they were anxiously awaiting. The twins' eyes quickly fixated on her and proud smiles forming on their face. Owen's breath caught in his throat as she rose from her seat. She was beautiful, as beautiful as the first day he met her. She wore a scarf collared lilac tweed dress that looked beautiful against her ivory skin, and simple black flats. Her thick black tendrils were pulled back in an elegant twist. As she began to speak, the Hunts in the crowd admired her even more. The way she spoke, the tone of her voice, and clarity on each word drew the crowd in. They listened intently; she held their attention in ways that Derek failed to. Most people were surprised and impressed by the way this six-year-old spoke, but her family knew of the amazing capabilities she possessed. Owen inhaled deeply and offered his daughter a loving smile as he began to drift off in thought of the day Cristina told him they were having a daughter.

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Cristina took a deep breath. It was her turn. She cleared her throat loudly to get the attention of Owen and the twins. When she had it, she spoke.

"So, I have an announcement to make. I'm pregnant. 3 months pregnant to be exact."

The words three months pregnant made Owen's jaw drop to the floor. However, Ethan and Evan eyes lit up in excitement.

"So we're going to have another brother or sister?" Evan asked.

"Or twin brothers and sisters?" Ethan asked excitedly.

Cristina chuckled. "No, not twins. And I'm sure this time but you are going to have a little-"

Owen interjected before she could continue. "You're pregnant? You've been pregnant for three months and didn't tell me?"

"Well, it wasn't confirmed until three weeks ago," she stated.

Owen looked at her quizzically. "What? So you're saying you didn't know you were three months pregnant until three weeks ago? Why did you wait so long to tell me?"

"Well, with all the research I was doing, I was staying late and working really hard at the hospital. I guess I must have mistaken any pregnancy symptoms for exhaustion. And, as for why I waited three weeks. I've been thinking of the perfect way to tell you we're having a little girl."

Owen took a moment to process all this information. He leaned against the counter and began to think. Lately he had noticed Cristina getting slightly rounder; but he had simply thought that it came with the territory of getting older, at which was more than alright with him. He had not wanted to bring it up since he liked breathing and living – Cristina would have undoubtedly killed him if he made a comment like that. Although he wanted to bombard her with further questions of "How could you not know?" or "How could you mistake morning sickness with exhaustion?" he decided not to, because deep down he knew Cristina. After all, this was the woman who had not known that she was carrying twins in her belly so many years ago. Finally, she had said the word "daughter." He was going to have a daughter. He wondered if his genes would be dominant during this pregnancy as well.

Suddenly, the snapping of fingers in his face detached him from his thoughts.

"Hello? Earth to Owen? Are you there?" Cristina asked, snapping her fingers rapidly.

"Huh? Yeah, sorry I was just thinking." Owen answered shaking his head.

"Are you okay?" Cristina asked with a concerned face.

"Yeah, yeah. You were saying?"

"Well, I had planned on telling you after I got through with these dishes, but you went and sucked out all the excitement when you got me to agree on not sending these little kiddos to pre-school," Cristina explained.

She retreated to her bedroom and retrieved a calendar for next year. She returned to the kitchen and handed it to Owen.

He held it as if it were fine china and flipped through the pages delicately until he reached a rather bulky one. The month of March had an ultrasound picture pasted to it. Once Owen's eyes caught sight of this, he immediately became overwhelmed with emotion, so much so that tears welled in his eyes. He traced the outlining of the figure with the tip of his finger and smiled. His heart melted at the thought of a small baby girl in his arms – a baby girl that would look just like her mother.

"A girl," he whispered, still not taking his eyes off the ultrasound photo.

"Yeah," Cristina said softly.

Just then something hit him. How did she know it was a girl? Three months was far too early to tell.

He finally made his eyes avert from the picture and to Cristina. "Wait. You said you're three months. That's too early to know the sex of the baby, so how do you know it's a girl?

"I just know."

Owen furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"I have mommy powers, remember?" she stated, pausing to wink at the twins, "But seriously, I just know it's going to be a girl, Owen. I just have that gut feeling, you know?"

He did know as a matter of fact. It was, after all his gut that told him to choose to be with Cristina. And man, oh man, was he ever so grateful to his gut, because she is undoubtedly the best choice he's ever made. Owen nodded, and approached Cristina. He captured her lips with his and delved into a passionate kiss that had the twins sticking their fingers in their mouths and saying "Yuck."

When their lips separated Owen knelt down and gently nuzzled his face into her belly before planting small pecks.

Ethan and Evan joined their father and placed their little angelic hands on their mom's belly, saying hello and introducing themselves as their big brothers.

Nine months later, a day after Ethan and Evan's fifth birthday, Audrey Cristina Hunt entered their lives. She weighed 7 pounds, 12 ounces – exactly one pound and one ounce less than the twins did. Audrey was the exact replica of Cristina; thick hair that already wanted to curl and a set of full lips. The only physical trait she shared with Owen were bright blue eyes.

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"… so it is with great pleasure to honor my mother, Cristina Yang, a widely renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, with the prestigious Harper Avery Award."

Hearing his daughter mention his wife and Harper Avery award snapped Owen back to reality. He stood up from his chair, along with the twins, giving his wife a well deserved standing ovation for changing the face of medicine.

At last, Cristina finally won a Harper Avery Award. It felt good to beat out the always confident Preston Xavier Burke – but what made it sweeter was that her daughter was allowed to present her with the award. She accepted her award from Audrey, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek and adjusted the microphone to speak.

The words that came out of Cristina's mouth did not match her thoughts: of course she was thankful for being acknowledged for her contributions to medicine, being noticed as an excellent surgeon; but her mind went to her children. After all the years she had waited and worked, she wasn't as excited as she thought she'd be. She had thought this was going to be her greatest accomplishment – but it wasn't.

It was in that moment that Cristina and Owen shared the same thought: none of this compared to their children. Having children changed the game completely. Having children opened up parts of their hearts they had never thought existed. Of all their experiences, accomplishments, and discoveries, none were as fulfilling as the day their three little Hunts entered their lives.