"Okay, what's up?" Derek asks, entering the conference room where Cristina and Meredith are waiting.

The women shrug. "Owen didn't say anything to me," Cristina says, before taking a drink of her coffee.

"Ah good, you're all here." Owen enters the room and places several sheets of paper on the table. "I told Mallory to let us know how we can help with the wedding -"

"What do you mean, 'we'?" Meredith interrupts.

"Um yeah," Cristina snorts. "I don't do weddings."

Owen chuckles. "Fair enough. Look, she said she wants a simple wedding this summer, right? So I thought we - I mean, I - could help with some simple preparations while she's still in Paris."

Derek nods. "I think I see where this is going."

"She emailed three pages worth of things she wants us -"

"You," Cristina clarifies.

"Me - to research for her. Floral arrangements. A hall. A band. These are not simple things."

"And you paged us why?" Derek laughs.

Owen grins. "Have some pity on me. I had no idea what I was in for when I volunteered to help. I thought she meant things like put down the money to rent a place for the reception. She and I have very different ideas on what I can do to help, and what a simple wedding is."

Cristina shrugs. "Then tell her 'no'. Tell her to do it herself."

Owen looks at her sheepishly. She rolls her eyes.

"No, Owen. Just because you can't say 'no' to our baby girl doesn't mean that I'm getting involved. I support Mallory in getting married if that's what she wants, but I am a surgeon first. I don't give a crap about flowers and gazebos and dresses. I just need to show up sober and not look hotter than the bride."

He sighs. "You're mean, Cristina."

"And you are too soft-hearted when it comes to our children. No."

Meredith stands up and addresses Owen. "Good luck with the wedding planning, but I want no part of this. I only do Post-It note weddings." With that, she leaves the room, Cristina right behind her.

Owen looks balefully at Derek.

"Oh hell no," the other man chuckles. "I just need to show up sober and not look hotter than the groom."

"What do you want to do tonight?" Rob asks, as he clears away the dishes from supper.

"We should finalize who is going to be in the wedding party," Mallory muses. "I want to start looking for my gown and then I'll need to decide the bridesmaid dresses but first we should decide who will be in the bridesmaid dresses."

"Okay." He sits down at the table. "You first."

"My maid of honour will be Chloe," Mallory says. "And I already asked Annick and she is going to fly in and be a bridesmaid. I think we should keep the wedding party small, don't you?"

Rob nods. "My cousin Jonah can be my best man, and I was thinking of asking one of my college buddies to be a groomsman. Do you think Diego would be an usher?"

"I think Diego would love to be an usher." Mallory tilts her head. "What about your cousin Laura's daughter as flower girl? How old is she?"

Rob thinks. "4? Is that a good age?"

"Yes!" Mallory smiles. "I think that's settled. That was easy."

Rob frowns. "What about JoJo?"

"What about JoJo?" Mallory asks, looking down at her hands.

"She's my sister," Rob says. "Isn't it tradition to include the groom's sister in the wedding party?"

"It's tradition that the bride chooses people that are close to her as her attendants," Mallory says curtly. "JoJo is not my friend, so she does not get to be a bridesmaid."

He blinks. "She's not your friend? Is this about the birthday party-"

"We do not speak of that incident," Mallory reminds him. "And anyways, my parents made me apologize. And did you know that she's been posting online that I'm pregnant and that's why we're getting married?"

"Lots of people think that you're pregnant," he points out. "And yeah, she thought you were a pest growing up, but you were a pain in the ass…"

She regards him evenly. "Ever since That Which Shall Not Be Discussed, I have gone out of my way to be nice to her. In return, she ignores me, when she isn't calling me a ginger or saying I fake asthma attacks for the attention or spreading the false story that I am pregnant."

He blinks in confusion. "She says you fake asthma attacks?"

Mallory nods. "I overheard her telling Chloe that once."

"Well." Rob sighs. "She is my sister and she should be in the wedding party..."

Mallory looks at him. "Then she can be one of your attendants."

"A girl?"

She rolls her eyes. "Girls can be groomsmen. Grooms maids. Or she could be the ring bearer."

He stares at her. "She's my sister."

She stares back. "She is not my friend. If you want her in the wedding party, make her a grooms maid, and I'll ask another one of my friends to be a bridesmaid so we'll be even."

"What, she's supposed to wear a tuxedo?" Rob scoffs.

"She can wear a black version of the bridesmaid dresses," Mallory suggests. "Or a black dress she can pick out – no, bad idea. She'll wear something inappropriate and everyone will look at her and not us. "

"Is that what you're worried about?" Rob asks. "Do you think that she's hotter than you and that's why you don't want her as a bridesmaid?"

Mallory turns pale as she glares at Rob, who feels the cold prickle of fear along his spine. "That's clearly not it," he says hastily. "You are much prettier than her …"

"I know," she says coolly.

"I'm sorry," Rob stammers. "I'll ask JoJo to be my attendant, and she'll wear a black version of the bridesmaid dress and I will never again be so stupid as to suggest the possibility that any girl is hotter than you because that's just dumb and now you have me talking about the hotness of my sister."

Mallory arches an eyebrow as her posture relaxes.

"Is the wedding off?" Rob weakly jokes.

"Almost," she says, her twinkling eyes revealing her amusement.

"What can I do to ensure the wedding will happen?"

"Forget about your sister being a bridesmaid," Mallory spits out. "And never, ever, think that I think that she's prettier than I am. I am so much hotter than her. Plus, I brush my hair every day and don't wear 10 pounds of glitter make-up."

"Ouch." He looks at her nervously. "Now what?"

"We should probably go have the make-up sex," she says, standing up. "Coming?"

"You will be, very soon," he grins as he stands. To his relief, Mallory bursts into laughter.

"Ladies, I need a consult," Owen Hunt says, approaching the nurses' station. "What is a reasonable price for a wedding gown?"

The women laugh as Dr Bailey rolls her eyes. "Are you going shopping, Dr Hunt?"

"No," he says. "But Mallory wanted to pick out her dress in Paris and-"

"In Paris?" Miranda sighs. "You let your daughter shop for a wedding gown in the couture capital of the world?"

"I did?" Owen asks.

"Oh Dr Hunt," the head nurse says as the other nurses giggle. "Really?"

He shakes his head. "She said she wanted something simple-"

"They all do," Miranda says.

"-and she said that it's a simple design …"

"Uh huh," the women say knowingly.

"Well, she's standing in a bridal shop right now in a dress that she loves and she texted me the price and she's going to send through some pictures and I want to know if it's a reasonable price," Owen finishes. "I converted the price from Euros to US dollars and it's a lot of money."

"Pictures?" The women smile hopefully.

"Yeah." Owen glances at his phone. "There they are. Here, look." He hands it over.

The women crowd around his phone. He watches nervously. Their faces light up.

"Look at that gown!" They scroll through the rest of the photos, smiling and pointing out details. They exclaim over terms that he finds confusing, like "empire waist" and "chantilly".

"Well?" Owen asks.

"Oh …" Miranda says in an unusually soft tone. "I delivered this child. I had to pull her out of her mama's womb two months early and she was so small that I wasn't sure she could survive. And now look at her. All grown up and getting married."

Owen stares at Bailey. She comes back to the present with a shake of her head, handing the phone back to Owen. "Whatever the price is, pay it."

He takes the phone. "Do I want to see the photos?"

"You do," they assure him.

Sighing, he starts to scroll through. He slows down. The photos take his breath away. Gone is the scrappy little girl who wreaked havoc on the hospital and their house. He sees a glowing young woman, radiantly happy and beautiful in her wedding gown. He sighs. Then he looks up to see the women beaming at him.

"A-hem," he coughs. "Thanks for the consult, ladies. I think that if Mallory wants this dress, then she should have it."

"Would you like to adopt me, Dr Hunt?" The head nurse smiles at him. "I'm getting married in the fall and I don't have my gown yet…"

He grins and shakes his head. "I think one wedding per year is enough."

In the bridal shop, Annick watches Mallory take a phone call from her father. Mallory grins and gives her friend a thumbs up, before she jumps up and down, still wearing the wedding gown.

"Mademoiselle!" A shop clerk sniffs, spreading the skirt so that Mallory doesn't step on it while she does a happy dance.

"Thank you so, so, so, so, so much Dad!" Mallory squeals into the phone. "I'll send you the details right away and I love you and thank you! Bye!" She hangs up and pumps her fist in victory. "I have the best father in the world!"

"Does he want to adopt me?" Annick laughs.

"So how is the wedding planning going?" Meredith asks Cristina, as they meet for lunch.

"I don't know," her friend shrugs. "I know that Mallory picked out her dress, and according to ten different nurses, it's beautiful. I know from the credit card receipt that it's expensive."

"Don't you want to know what the dress looks like?"

Cristina scoffs. "The second that I show an interest in the wedding, Owen will try and sucker me into helping to arrange it. I am staying out of it."

Meredith smiles. "Even though you don't do weddings, I thought you'd want to take charge. I thought you'd want to be the mama bear who makes sure that her baby's wedding is well taken care of."

"Well," Cristina smiles. "If I did that, I'd turn into my mother. I do not want to turn into my mother."

"Ah."

"Mom would loved Mallory," Cristina muses. "She would have bought her all the girly-girl dresses she wanted and she would have been constantly flying to Seattle so she'd never miss a ballet recital or tea party and they would have gone shopping together and gotten their hair done together and all of that frilly crap that girly-girls do."

"Poor Mallory," Meredith smiles. "She only had Owen's mom and Honorary Auntie Lexie for the girly-girl crap."

"True." Cristina sips from her coffee. "How is Lexie these days?"

"The usual. Over-worked. Hating Utah. Bitter."

"She should move back," Cristina says. "We'll take her out for a girls' night, get her drunk, get her laid … I miss fun Lexie."

"Me too," Meredith sighs. "Let's get her drunk at the wedding. Deal?"

"Deal." Cristina frowns. "Unless Mark is there and he's still single."

Meredith nods. "If Mark is there and single, then we get him drunk, and keep him away from Lexie."

"We'll set him up with JoJo."

"Cristina!"

Cristina snorts. "I was joking. He's old enough to be her grandfather. I meant that JoJo can keep him drunk and away from Lexie."

Meredith looks at her. "Do you really think JoJo is that wild?"

Cristina holds up her hands in surrender. "Compared to Chloe, yes, but compared to us, no. She's a young woman with healthy urges to get drunk and have fun."

"JoJo is on academic probation again," Meredith blurts out. "She could get kicked out of Miami."

"She could get kicked out of a party school?" Cristina frowns. "Wow."

"Yeah." Meredith looks pensive. "What if she ends up an alcoholic? Thatcher is not the grandparent she should be emulating."

"And you think I'm a mama bear?" Cristina smirks. "She's 21. She's doing what we did. What we still do, actually."

Meredith shrugs.

"Maybe she needs to do what you and Rob did," Cristina continues. "Take some time off and travel around the world. Maybe pre-med isn't for her. Maybe, without the Grey- Shepherd medical legacies hovering over her, she'll figure out what she really wants to do and find the motivation to do it."

"What if she doesn't become a doctor?"

Cristina shrugs. "It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

"How did you really handle Mallory's choice?" Meredith asks. "The not wanting to be a doctor thing."

"She just never seemed passionate about medicine," Cristina notes. "We assumed that she'd want to go to medical school, she never hated hearing about medicine and our stories from the hospital."

Cristina looks thoughtful. "I did wonder how she'd ever handle being an intern and a residency, since her asthma was so bad and her health was fragile at times. So it wasn't a terrible thing that she cared more about food and nutrition and cooking. And she's a damn good chef. That's what I want for her. To excel at what she does, whatever it is."

"Hmm." Meredith smiles. "Is Diego still on track to be a veterinarian?"

Cristina snorts. "We think so. Diego has discovered that girls are not icky. Consequently, all he does is hide in his room and talk with them, or he's out of the house chasing after them. We only see him when he needs food or money."

Derek leans against Joe's bar, and watches with amusement, as Owen argues with Mallory on his phone.

"I have a job!" Owen insists, pacing back and forth. "I don't have the time to do all of these things that you think I should do!"

Chuckling, Derek orders two more beers from Joe, as Bailey enters the bar.

"Maybe you should come to Seattle on Spring break," Owen suggests. "Forget Monaco. Come look at all these locations yourself and –" Owen grimaces. "Please don't cry, sweetie."

"What's going on?" Bailey asks Derek, gesturing towards Owen.

"Mallory wants someone to scout out wedding locations in Seattle and Owen is the only one willing to help with the wedding," he explains.

"What's the problem with that?"

"She sent a list of fifteen locations, and wants him to personally check them out and shoot video to send her," Derek chuckles.

"Oh my," Bailey snorts. "Is today going to be the day that he says 'no' to her?"

"Maybe." Derek grins as Owen tries to placate his daughter. "Can I say how happy am I that my daughter isn't the bride?"

"I'm happy I have just one son," Bailey laughs. "And that his wife was the perfect bridezilla who insisted on doing it all herself."

Owen turns off his phone and shakes his head. He gratefully takes the beer that Derek offers to him.

"Problem?" Derek smirks.

Owen sighs. "I put my foot down and told her to narrow her list to five. She whined over what an inconsiderate father I am, refusing to help his poor child, who is trying to arrange a wedding from another continent."

The others laugh. "She talked you into paying for an education in Paris and she thinks you're inconsiderate," Bailey notes.

Owen smiles ruefully. "When she's done picking out the bridesmaid dresses and needs someone to pay for them, I think I will be Father of the Year again."

"You're catching on!" Derek laughs.

"Just you wait," Owen grins. "Mallory seems to think that you and Meredith are going to be very helpful when it comes to them finding a place to live after the wedding."

Derek pauses. "How helpful?"

"I understand that you wouldn't want them to live in a dorm," Owen laughs. "You'd want them to have someplace nice, right? A studio apartment or even a one-bedroom apartment would be too small, right? In a good neighbourhood, of course. And she needs to have a big kitchen."

Bailey laughs as Derek shakes his head. "Thanks for the heads up, Owen. And thanks for spoiling your daughter."

"She's out of my hands after the wedding," Owen chuckles. "Then I can start saving my money for when the first grandchild appears. I'll be Grandfather of the Year."

"You think you can spoil a grandchild more than I can?" Derek scoffs. "It's on."

Owen holds up his bottle of beer. "Looking forward to it."

"You paged me for a broken ankle?" Owen frowns at Bailey as she gestures towards a bed in the Pit.

"You'll want to see this patient," she promises him, before opening the curtains. "Meet Alexandra. She was on her way to a very important appointment with a new client when she slipped on some ice."

The patient looks up from her phone. "Please tell me I won't be off my feet," she begs Owen. "I'm building up my business, I can't just sit at home. I need a walking cast, I'll undergo surgery, anything."

Owen frowns as he looks at her x-rays. "This is a very serious fracture."

"Tell him what your business is," Bailey prompts the frantic woman.

"I'm a wedding planner," she tells Owen. He puts down her x-rays, and tilts his head. "I just moved to Seattle and am looking for new clients and I can't do that if I can't walk."

"That's a job?" Owen asks. "You … plan weddings?"

"Yes!" She notes the wedding ring on his left hand. "I can help with some details, or I can manage an entire wedding from the shower to the ceremony to the reception. I can see that you don't need my services, but perhaps-"

"-Perhaps I have a daughter in Paris getting married this summer in Seattle," he smiles.

Derek, Meredith, and Cristina wait for Owen in a conference room.

"He's going to try the guilt gambit," Meredith predicts. "He'll point out how he's been doing all of the work and we should really help out with the wedding, plus he took a bullet for us."

"No, he's going to bust out the sad eyes," Cristina says, toying with a pen. "He's good at those."

"Whatever he comes up with, it won't work," Derek declares as he checks his watch.

"Good news!" Owen bursts into the room. "I've found a wedding planner. She's going to do all of the work from now on."

"What?" Meredith frowns. "How?"

"She's a patient, came in with a broken ankle," Owen explains, handing out business cards. "Bailey made sure to introduce us. Once she gets into a walking cast, she'll be able to scout out wedding locations."

"You can't hire just anyone to take care of Mallory's wedding!" Cristina complains. "How do you know she's any good?"

"I called in a few of the doctors and nurses to consult," he explains patiently. "They asked her all kinds of questions I wouldn't have thought of and looked at her website on her laptop and gave me the thumbs up. You can talk with her too, if you'd like. But I thought that since you're a surgeon first, mother of the bride second, you wouldn't be interested."

Cristina shakes her head and chuckles. "Well, if the Pit staff approves, that's good enough for me."

"And why are we here?" Meredith asks.

"I'm going to buy us all lunch," Owen says. "To celebrate not having to do anything but pay for the wedding from now on."

"I'm in!" Derek stands up, and shakes Owen's hand. "Well played, Father of the Year."

Cristina smiles as she takes his arm. "Nicely handled, Owen."

"Thank you."