"Is it good news?" Owen asked, anxiously. His heart was set on it being good news.

"Well, from all indications," Dr. Kemper said. "It seems that you are a good candidate for the procedure."

"Oh, my God," Owen said. He was so joyful. He couldn't wait to tell Cristina about it. "How soon can we do this?"

"Hold on," Dr. Kemper said. "I will have to get in touch with the Eye Bank to be able to get the tissue from them. When I do so, we will be in touch with you. You're lucky. Unlike other organs, there is an adequate supply of corneas in the United States, so we should be able to get it, fairly soon."

"Thank you," Owen said. "So good news, Dr. Edwards."

"Yes, Owen, I am happy for you," Dr. Edwards said. "Let's head back to my office. I am sure Dr. Kemper will contact you, when it is time for you to come in." He offered Owen his arm and they walked back to his office. Cristina was waiting, anxiously for Owen. He did seem to be taking rather long. When he stepped into the waiting room with the doctor, she noticed he had the hugest smile on his face. The doctor walked Owen over to Cristina and placed Owen's hand on Cristina's arm. "Well, Owen, I now leave you in good hands. We will be in touch very soon."

"Wait, Dr. Edwards. I want you to meet Cristina Yang. She has been helping me finish off my latest book," Owen said.

"Very pleased to meet you," Cristina said. "I trust that everything is a-okay with Owen."

"Yes, yes,"Dr. Edwards, shaking Cristina's hand. "Better than okay but I will let Owen tell you. Goodbye, folks." As she watched the doctor leave, Cristina turned to Owen. "What did he mean by that?" she asked.

"Oh, let's go to lunch and I will tell you there," Owen said.

"Okay," Cristina said. "Logan, time to leave." The little boy reluctantly left the play area and ran to Owen. "Pick me up," he demanded of Owen. "You can walk, Logan," Cristina protested. "It's okay," Owen replied, as he bent down and gathered up into his arms. Cristina took his hand to guide him and they left the office.

They drove to a restaurant, near the water. "This is really pretty, Owen," Cristina said. She admired the view of the water. He had earlier made the suggestion about this particular restaurant. "Yes," he answered. "I used to come here a lot before the accident, whenever I drove into the city."

"Mr. Hunt," the waiter came over. "It has been a long time since we have seen you here."

"Hello, Donald," Owen said. He had recognized the waiter's voice, even though he couldn't see him. He knew he had asked for a table in Donald's area because he was such an exceptional server. "Yes, it has been a while."

"We heard about the accident. I trust you are doing well, now," Donald said. "Yes, very well. Actually, we just came from the doctor's and he gave me a clean bill of health," Owen replied.

"So shall we start with some drinks?" Donald asked. "Yes, some white wine for the lady and a scotch for myself," Owen said. "And an orange juice for the young one." As the waiter went away to get their drinks, Cristina said, "I can't drink too much since I have to drive home."

"One drink won't hurt," Owen told her. "Plus there is some news that I want to share, as soon as Donald gets back with our drinks." Donald came back, rather quickly and then took their orders. Logan said he wanted spaghetti and meatballs. Cristina sighed. She could just imagine all of the tomato sauce spread across Logan's face and what a task it would be to get his face clean, afterwards.

"Well, did you notice that we went across to another office?" he asked. "Yes," she answered. "I wondered where you guys were going."

He had a big grin on his face. "Well, what is the one thing that would make life easier on a day to day basis?"

"Me," she said, laughing but in reality, she was only half-joking. She did like to think herself indispensable to Owen.

"That is not a far stretch from the truth," he said. He felt for her hand and squeezed it. "You do make life a lot easier every day. But not just easier, you just make every day better for me." She smiled, even though she knew that he did not see it. She squeezed back his hand. "You make life better for me, too," she said. "My life has been made richer just because I know you."

"Thanks," he said. "But the thing I was talking about was something the doctor told me. Can you guess?" She thought about it for two minutes. The only thing she could think about that would make his life easier would be if he could see again.

"Is it…?" she paused. She wasn't sure if she should say it. "Will you be able to see again?" Owen grinned. "Yes, that is the hope. Dr. Edwards took me over to one of his colleagues, a Dr. Kemper, who is a renowned ophthalmologist. He examined my eyes and he said that I am a good candidate for corneal transplant."

Cristina's mouth dropped open. But then she answered, "That, Owen, is the most wonderful news. I am so happy for you." She got up and went to the other side of the table and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

"What's happened, Mommy?" Logan asked, puzzled. He knew something good had happened because his mommy had hugged Owen.

"I am going to do something that will probably make me see again," Owen said. He wanted to explain the surgery in the simplest words so Logan could understand. "Wow," Logan said. If Owen could see again, Logan surmised, then maybe they could toss balls with each other on the beach. He didn't seem to realize that by the time Owen got his operation, he and his mommy would be back in New York. In his mind, he and his mommy were going to stay with Owen, forever.

"Then we could play toss," Logan said, triumphantly. Cristina knew that wasn't really going to happen and was going to say so but Owen spoke before her. "Sure, we will, Logan," he said. "We will play toss if you want. "

"I can't catch so good," Logan admitted. His hand and eye coordination was not yet up to par and he was a little ashamed. "That's okay," Owen said. "You will be a tossing champion before you know it. You and I can practice all of the time." Logan laughed, happily. Cristina was a little wary about what Owen was saying. She really didn't want to disappoint Logan, especially since they would be probably gone by the time Owen was in a state to be able to toss a ball around. Still, she decided to stay quiet. Maybe Logan would forget about it.

"So when is the surgery going to take place?" Cristina asked. "The doctor said he would contact me, as soon as they get the tissue," Owen said. "He said it shouldn't be too long because he can get the tissue from the eye bank."

"That's terrific. Maybe we can finish the book before you undergo surgery," she said. "Yes," he responded. "I think that would be good."

"Well, we only have two more weeks of my assignment and the way we have been progressing, I think it will be done by that time," Cristina said. Owen's heart fell. Two more weeks left at the beach house and they would be gone. "Yes," he said, quietly.

Donald, the waiter, brought across their food. "Enjoy!" he said, as he left. As they dug into their food, Owen's joy about the possibility of being able to see again was tempered by the fact that his "family" was going to leave. He was a mix of emotions. After lunch, they drove home. The car was silent, except for Logan's chatter from the back seat.

After a week, Owen got the call that he was expecting from Dr. Kemper. The doctor asked if he could come in the following week for the surgery. That was sooner that Owen was expecting. He hung up the phone and let out a big breath. He was in the study with Cristina, since they were working on the last few pages of the final chapter.

"It has been scheduled for next week," Owen said. He was extremely excited that he couldn't contain himself. Cristina was ecstatic for him. "Will you take me to the hospital?" he asked.

"Sure, if you want me to," she said. "It looks like we are going to finish the book by the time you go in for surgery." Owen nodded. He knew it was a huge milestone for him. After the accident, he never thought that he would be able to complete his half-finished book. Cristina had been a huge part in helping him with it. "Thank you," he said.

"What? Why are you thanking me?" she asked. "For everything," he replied. "Without you, this book would have never been completed."

"Pshaw," she said. "I was just doing my job. Besides, this has been the best three months of my working life. I got to meet you. I lived by this beautiful house by the beach and you were kind enough to let Logan stay. This has been the best assignment a girl could ask for. I am sure my next assignment won't be as great. I have loved it here and being with you." He noted that she said that she loved being with him. He was just so happy when she said that. He hoped he wasn't misinterpreting what she was saying but to him, it seemed that she could have feelings for him. He so desperately wanted that to be true.

"Yes," he said, smiling. His whole face lit up. Cristina smiled back at him. She sometimes wished he could see her smile. That was going to change soon once he got his operation, she thought. Still, she was filled with a bit of trepidation. What if he didn't like her when he finally saw her? That would be so terrible, she thought.

"So shall we get back to work?" he asked. "Yes," she answered, quietly, as her fears began to cloud her mind.

In a couple of days, Owen and Cristina finished the book. She downloaded the second half of the book on to a flash drive and had it sent off by special overnight courier to New York, where it would be edited by one of the top editors in the company. She and Owen went into town for dinner to celebrate finishing the book. Logan wanted to come but it would have been too late for him by the time they got back.

The next day, Cristina drove Owen to the hospital, early in the morning for his transplant. She stayed with him, until they took him in for his surgery. He was going to do both eyes at the same time. It was an outpatient procedure done under local anesthesia, so Cristina was going to take home after the surgery.

As they wheeled him out, she said, "Good luck." She then did something that even surprised herself. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. He was surprised, too but it made him feel loved. As she waited in the room for him to return, she got a call from Phyllis.

"Cristina," Phyllis said. "I have the flash drive in my hand. Thank you for a good job, getting this done within deadline."

"Honestly, it was my pleasure to work with Owen," Cristina said. "Yes, he can be a dear when he is not being bitter," Phyllis said. "I guess this means that you will be back in New York, tomorrow. "

"What?" Cristina said. She thought she would have more time, at least, to see Owen through the surgery and then, recovery. She had told him that she would stay to help him.

"Yes, tomorrow, we're starting to edit the book today and your presence will probably fast-forward the editing process," Phyllis said. "So I expect you to pack up tonight and get on a flight, tomorrow and back to the office." Cristina swallowed. "Um, but...," she said.

"Tomorrow, young lady," Phyllis said. "Give Owen my love." Then, she hung up. Cristina stared at her phone. What was she going to tell Owen?

A/N Please leave your thoughts and comments. I do appreciate your reviews.