Owen got a second corneal transplant on his right eye. He felt he had no other choice. He didn't want to go blind in his right eye. He had gotten his sight back and was so determined to keep it. The doctor warned that the chance of rejection was greater with this second corneal transplant. But they were going to do everything they could to prevent this.

When he came home after the second transplant, Logan noted Owen's eye patch only on one eye and made the comment that it made him look like he was a pirate. "That's it, mommy," he said. "My birthday party. We should make it a pirate party with eye patches and swords and everything." Logan's fourth birthday was coming up and while Cristina had secured the venue and the catering, she had yet to come up with a theme. Logan had been insistent that he wanted a dress-up costume party. Cristina was grateful that he came up with his own theme.

"That sounds like a great idea, Logan," Owen said. "I would gladly wear an eye patch for your party." Logan jumped around in glee before running off to watch cartoons on television.

"I am going to tell you upfront that I wasn't the best patient when I did the first transplants," he admitted. "I was crabby and frustrated. Poor Joyce bore the brunt of my bad moods, mainly because you were back in New York, working on my book with Phyllis. I can't promise that I won't have bad moods but I will try and temper them down."

"It's okay," she said. "I understand. Besides, I will be at work, most of the day and then, I will be planning Logan's birthday party the rest of the time. So I will be too busy to let your bad moods get to me. I am so glad that Logan came up with a theme for his party. I guess I have you and your eye patch to thank for that." She gave him a kiss. "It is going to be alright, Owen. We just have to make sure that if there is any sign of rejection, we will have to act fast to stop it."

"Yes, thanks," he said. That was his greatest fear – that the transplant would be rejected, again.

Owen was right. He did have bad moods but mainly due to the fact that he was frustrated with the slowness of the healing process. He wished he could wave a magic wand and his eye would be whole, once again. Cristina tried to not let his bad moods affect her but sometimes they did. She threw her energy into planning Logan's party. Meanwhile, a lot of work was being done on her book at Meteor. The book was soon to be published. It was moving at a really fast pace because Phyllis thought the book would be perfect for summer reading. It clearly was aimed to a female audience and a lot of people would be reading the book, while taking their summer tans on the beach. Since she was a brand new author, Phyllis thought it would be important for them to market the book, properly. What they needed was some favorable reviews. If the book was well-received by the critics, then Phyllis had planned a whole campaign, whereby Cristina would appear on morning shows as well as book-signings.

In fact, it was during Logan's very loud 4th birthday party that Cristina got word from Phyllis that they will indeed be supporting her book with a PR campaign and she will have her first book-signing at the Fifth Avenue store of Barnes and Noble and her first interview with Good Day New York in the morning. The reviews had come in and they were very favorable. She was so excited that she ran across to Owen, who was supervising a game. Owen was fully dressed in pirate regalia, complete with eyepatch and a fake parrot on his shoulder. He seemed to be having a wonderful time because it was like he was a kid, again.

"Owen, Owen, the reviews are good!" Cristina screamed, happily. She was shouting at him to be heard over the din of yelling children.

"What? I am so happy for you," he said. "So book signings?"

"Yes! And I have an interview with Good Day New York, tomorrow," she screamed, again. "Oh my God, I have to find something to wear."

"Don't worry. You are going to look just fine," he said. "Congratulations, Cristina. Just enjoy the ride."

New York was not the only signing, as Phyllis also scheduled signings and interviews in Philadelphia, Chicago, Dallas, Los Angeles and San Francisco. In the meantime, it was decided that since Cristina would be working, it might not be best for Logan to travel with her. So Logan was going to be left in Owen's care. As Cristina left to go to the airport, Owen told her that he and Logan would have a wonderful time. She still had a very worried look. The boys were going to be alright without her, he said, trying to reassure her. She kissed them both and headed out of the door.

Later that night, as he put Logan to bed, he went to his bedroom to lie down. He reached over and hugged Cristina's pillow. He could smell the peachy scent of her shampoo. He sighed. He suddenly felt so lonely. It occurred to him that since he had brought Logan and Cristina back to the beach house in Maine with him after the plane crash, they had never been apart. Now she was gone only for a couple of hours and already, he missed her, terribly. He knew she had been very patient with him, while his eye healed. He had taken some of his frustrations out on her but she never snapped back at him. She was so good to him. He could not imagine his life without Cristina and Logan in it. He never wanted them to be apart, again. Maybe, it was time to make their commitment legal, he decided. He had been ready all those months ago but the plane crash had changed that. He was more than ready, now.

Cristina did not come home for another four weeks. They had added other cities, since the buzz about her book was positive. Though Owen was happy for her, it was terrible for both him and Logan. They called her often but when the calls were over, Logan could not help but cry. Owen found himself comforting Logan but he understood exactly how he felt because he, too, missed Cristina a lot.

When she finally came home, Owen and Logan were so grateful that they hugged her, as soon as she came through the door. "Never go away again, Mommy," Logan said. "I will try," Cristina said. "Um, guys, you know you can let go." Since they didn't let go, the three of them made their way to the couch, where they finally released her.

"How was your trip?" Owen asked. "Fantastic," she told him. "I met so many people. You didn't tell me how much your hands hurt at those book-signings."

"Yeah, they do," he said. "You just wish the line would just end but you can't because you know that people may have driven from a long way away, just to meet you and get your autograph. You are grateful for their support."

"Yeah, it's true. Without them, where would we be?" she said.

"Oh, by the way, Logan and I have a surprise for you," he said. "We're going out to dinner and then we are going to someplace special."

"Yes, yes," Logan shouted. Cristina gave him a fake stern look. "I know you are enthusiastic, Logan but you needn't burst my ear drum. Where are we going?"

"Well, it is a secret," Owen said. He and Logan gave each other a high five. "So this evening, we are going out, miss."

That evening, everyone got dressed up. Owen was in a black suit, Logan in a charcoal grey suit and Cristina in a red dress. "To quote Billy Crystal, we all look marvelous," he said, laughing. "That we do," Cristina said. "Come on, Logan."

They went to this to expensive restaurant at the top floor of a building. The restaurant had these magnificent views of the city. The waiter nodded at Owen and showed them a table with a view of the Empire State Building. They didn't have to order, because Owen had pre-ordered ahead of time for the three of them. There was wine for Cristina and Owen and sparkling grape juice for Logan. They had a magnificent meal and when it came time for dessert, Owen told Cristina to take a look at the Empire State Building. She gasped as the building lit up with a giant white heart.

"Just like Sleepless in Seattle," she said. "When Meg Ryan sees the heart on the building."

"Yup, that is where I stole the idea from but I decided to do it in white, not red like the movie," he said.

"You did this?" she was amazed. "Just for me?" She put her hands up to her face. Logan stood up in his chair and stared at the heart, totally mesmerized. "Pretty heart, mommy. So pretty."

"Yup, it took some doing but Phyllis helped," Owen said. "That Phyllis, she can be a sweet old dragon, when she wants to be. So let us finish our dessert and get to where we need to be."

"And where is that, Owen?" Cristina said, as she dug into her strawberry cheesecake.

"We are going to follow the heart," he said, with a smile. Half an hour later, they were on their way to the Empire State Building. "So we are going up on top?" she said. "Don't we need tickets?"

"It's okay, I rented the deck for 15 minutes, so it will just be us and Logan," Owen said. As they stepped into the elevator, the attendant handed Cristina a bouquet of red roses. "Thank you," she said. She turned to Owen. "From you, I guess." He took her hand into his.

As they went out on the deck, Cristina ran to the edge and said, "I never get tired of seeing this city skyline." She looked around. "So strange not to see anyone up here."

"Well, I wanted us to be alone when I do this," he said. He dropped to one knee and took out the blue velvet box and opened it to reveal an emerald cut diamond ring. "Marry me, Cristina Yang. Make me the happiest man in the world. I promise to be a great husband to you and a wonderful father to Logan. Be the mother of my children." Even though her mouth was open in shock, she still had the ability to take the ring out of the box and slip it on her finger, admiring how it sparkled on her hand.

"Um, Cristina," Owen said. "I am dying down here. I am still on one knee." Cristina took his face into her hands and kissed him. "I am thinking that is a yes," he said, getting up from the ground. They kissed again, as Logan stared up at them. "We're getting married?" he asked, hopefully. "Yes, Logan," Owen said, swinging him up in his arms.

"Let's enjoy our last 10 minutes up here," Cristina said. She snuggled against Owen, putting her arm around his back, while he put his arm around her shoulder. In that moment, with just the three of them, looking out at the magnificent view of the city, everything was just perfect.

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