A/N: Some mature content.
Cristina dug her fingers into Owen's back as he thrust deeper into her. "Oh, my God," she screamed. She grabbed on to his buttocks as she pushed his body more into her. She screamed his name as she came, as the waves of pleasure took over her body and she shuddered underneath him. With a gasp and a groan, he released his seed into her. He let his body relax on her as he rested his head against her chest. Their breathing was ragged, as they tried to calm down after their third bout of torrid lovemaking that night.
"It's a good thing that my babies are sound sleepers," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "They didn't hear any of this, much to our benefit."
He laughed, though it was muffled, since his face was against her chest. He lifted his head. "I was a bit afraid that Iris and Laurel were going to march in here, wondering if I was killing their mommy."
"Oh, you killed me, alright," she chuckled. "But in other ways." She glanced across at the digital clock on the bedside table to see that it was after midnight. "Oh, hey, happy anniversary, Owen," she said. "We have been married one year." He raised his head so he could kiss her. "Happy anniversary, Cristina. It was the best decision of my life to marry you. I guess we should get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us."
"A big day, huh?" she said, wrapping her arms around him. "I am looking forward to it." He murmured a bit but he fell asleep soon after.
They were awakened the next morning by someone trying to open their bedroom door. There was a small knock. "Who is it?" Owen yelled, knowing full well it could only be two tiny people.
"Me," they heard both Laurel and Iris shriek.
"Hold on," Owen said. "Mommy and I have to get a little bit decent." He searched around for his pj bottoms and put them on, while Cristina dragged on her underwear and pulled her nightgown over her head. "Ready?" he asked her. She nodded, as she tugged and straightened her nightgown. Owen got up and opened the door. Two little girls burst into the room, their long dark curly hair flying behind them.
"Happy anniversary!" Iris screamed. "Happy anni-something!" Laurel screamed, too. She wasn't quite sure what the word was but it was close enough. The two tiny girls climbed into their parents' bed and lay down next to their mother. "Thank you, my beautiful babies," Owen said. "Thank you very much."
"Do you know what it means?" Cristina asked. Laurel looked a little doubtful because she wasn't even sure what the word was but her sister shrieked, "Yes! You and Papa have been married one whole year."
"Yes, that is right, Iris," Owen said. "And Mommy and I are going to take you two girls to breakfast and then we are going to the beach, then have some lunch and we are going to drop you off at Denise's house and you will stay there for the rest of the day." Denise was one of their neighbors and had kindly agreed to allow the children to overnight at her house, so Cristina and Owen could have some alone time on their anniversary.
"You planned all of this?" she asked with a smile. She reached out and squeezed his hand.
"Yes, I called Denise, when we were in South Carolina," he said. "I wanted to spend part of the day with all of my girls and then alone with my most special girl."
With their two little girls between them, the family snuggled down for a snooze, until they were ready to go out for breakfast.
Before they got to the breakfast place, Owen stopped by the flower store and bought Cristina some white lilies. Then, they had a delicious breakfast at an outdoor café. The waitress fussed over the two little girls, saying how pretty they were and brought them extra pastries. Iris and Laurel were extremely pleased, judging from the amount of powdered sugar around their mouths and on their faces. Then, they took a drive to the beach, where the family had most of the beach to themselves, since there weren't many people around. They walked on the beach, collected shells and then, when they thought it was warm enough, they went for a swim. The little girls climbed all over Owen, as they jumped off him into the water. Cristina was alarmed at their daredevil attitude but Owen was proud that they weren't afraid to do that. Though they couldn't verbalize it, the girls just felt safe around Owen and that he would always be there for them.
It was closer to lunchtime, when they came out of the water. Everyone was tired and hungry, so they went and grabbed lunch at a nearby waterfront restaurant. After a particularly filling lunch, they dropped off the children at Denise's house, while Owen and Cristina went back home. The children were excited to stay at Denise's house because she also had two small girls. Cristina looked wistfully at her children, as they drove away. It was rare for them to be away from her.
It was eerily quiet in the house without the sound of Laurel's and Iris' laughter and chatter in the house. "Seems weird without them," Cristina said. Owen smiled at his wife. He knew she was already missing her girls. She went to the kitchen, found a vase, filled it with water and arranged her lilies in it.
"Hey," Owen said. "Let us take a nap. I have a big night ahead of us." She took his hand and they walked to their bedroom. As she snuggled against him, they were both quiet for a bit. He closed his eyes.
"Owen, do you want more children?" she asked. "What?" he replied. "More children. Yeah, but only when you are ready."
"I am glad to hear you say that," she said. "I haven't been using any birth control and I haven't asked you to use any, either." His eyes immediately fluttered open.
"So you've been trying?" he asked, excitedly. He wasn't that sleepy, anymore. "Well, sorta," she admitted. "We don't see each other that often and if we want kids, we have to try when we are together."
"So does this mean that we could already be pregnant?" he said. She said, "Who knows? Maybe."
"Cristina, you don't know how happy you have made me," he said. "There is nothing more in the world that I want than to have a baby with you."
"So we are okay with this, then?" she said. "More than okay. Positively and wonderfully okay with this," he answered. She snuggled, contentedly, against him. They were silent for the moment, until he spoke once again. "If you want, we could try now," he said.
She raised her head to look at him. "Owen Hunt, are you trying to get some more sex out of me?" She chuckled.
"Well, if we are trying, we might as well get as much sex as we possibly can," he said. "Besides, what better time to do it than now. We can be as loud as we want because there are no kiddies around to hear us making love in the middle of the day." She got up from the bed. "Hey, where are you going?" he asked, puzzled.
"I am taking off my clothes," she said, as she unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. "I suggest you do the same." He jumped off the bed and started stripping, immediately, before leaping back on to the bed. He watched as she leisurely slipped off her bra and her panties. "Come on, my love," he said. "Let's get it on."
"Okay, Marvin Gaye, we can certainly get it on," she said, as she crawled into the bed on all fours and leaned over and kissed him. He pulled her to lie on top of him, as his hands explored the smoothness of her body. "You've got an awesome butt," he said, as he gently squeezed it.
She stopped kissing him to laugh. "Thank you, I do try," she said, with a laugh. She slipped down his body and took him into her mouth, bringing him to tautness. He closed his eyes, as he slipped into a total state of bliss. He was indeed a very lucky man.
Owen was waiting for his wife. He was all dressed up in a dark suit and purple tie. His strawberry blonde hair was slicked back. He wore his purple tie because he knew she was going to wear a purple dress. He wanted to surprise her with it. When she finally came out of the bedroom, he was stunned at how beautiful she looked in her purple strap dress and her hair up. "You are so beautiful," he said, as he held her hand and spun her around. "Purple is definitely one of your colors."
"I see you're wearing a purple tie, too," she said. "Isn't that a little prom-ish?"
"Hey, I just want to know we are together," he said, with a laugh. "We're a pair, we match, we're together." They headed out the door and he drove to a very fancy restaurant that was in the city. He had requested a window table where they could get a great view of the lights of the city skyline. He had prepared everything before hand, ordering some of her favorite foods. He wanted this night to be perfect.
He watched with delight as she feasted on her dinner. "You are too good to me," she said.
"It's nothing," he said. "I do it because you're the best part of my life." She reached over and caressed his hand.
After dinner, they danced in the middle of the restaurant. He realized it was the first time they had ever danced together. When they got married, it wasn't exactly a celebratory affair, just one borne out of necessity. As he held her in his arms, she rested her head against his shoulder. "Our first dance," he whispered. "I was thinking the same thing," she replied. "Well, we can look forward to many more dances on our anniversary in the years to come."
"Good thought," he said. As the music ended, he led her back to their table. Their dessert was already waiting for them at the table. "Ooh, so nice, so creamy, so chocolatey, so fattening," she said, as she stuck her fork into it. "The best kind of dessert." As she polished it off, she leaned back into her chair. "Gosh, I am so full. This has been a wonderful night. I have never eaten so much in my life. Thank you very much. This has been a great anniversary dinner."
"I am elated that you have enjoyed the night," he said. "But it is not over." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "They say that first anniversary is paper. I racked my brain and couldn't think of what I could get that was made out of paper. Then, I thought about this."
She opened the envelope and pulled out a handwritten letter on fine linen ivory paper. At the top of it, the heading was "The Day My Life Began" with the date of their wedding day. It was a love letter, in which he wrote about how much his life had changed since he married her, how much he loved her, how much he could not imagine life without her and finally, how much she made him want to be a better man.
In the end, he wrote, "I didn't know my life was missing something. That is, until I met you. Now, my life is complete. Happy Anniversary, Cristina. May we have many more."
A single tear rolled down her cheek. "That was the best anniversary present ever. You are a great husband and dad. I love you, Owen."
"I love you, Cristina." He reached over the table and kissed her.
A/N Please leave your thoughts and comments. I do appreciate them very much. It gives me the incentive to continue when sometimes, I don't feel like writing anymore.