So first of all I want to apologize for the late update. Well while every one of you are on their Christmas break, I'm having my mid-term final exams. (We have our own kinda New Year break over here in spring so we don't have xmas) and I've been unbelievably busy. Now I've got a bit of free time. So, here's the 15th chapter, so hope you enjoy it. :)

P.S: I added one single line to the end of the last chapter. If you like you can check it out.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Come on! Come on! Come on!" Crissa started as soon as she had changed to her pajamas and climbed up the couch jumping on it, while Owen was making super.

"Crissa, shh! What's the matter with you?" Owen asked looking up from the sauce pan.

"Call Cristina!"

Owen smiled briefly at how excited his daughter was to talk to Cristina and turned to look at the clock. It read 8 p.m. He sighed and shook his head. "It's so late over there in Paris, we'll do it tomorrow afternoon when it'll be night for her, okay?"

"What time is it for her now?" Crissa asked as she stopped jumping and sat down on the couch, disappointedly.

"It's five in the morning for her," he answered, smiling apologetically.

She scrunched her nose and crossed her arms, staring at the wall in front of her.

"So what do you wanna tell to her?" Owen asked trying to cheer her up somehow.

"That I want her to come back," she said looking at his dad.

"But… Crissa. You can't ask her that. She has a job over there, a life. She likes you a lot, but she can't leave them all whenever you want her to." Owen sighed, he, too, kinda wished she would come back though. He wished he was a little kid like Crissa whose asking her that wouldn't be a thing.

Crissa looked down sadly and with a curl of her lip. "At least I can try."

Be-be-beep. Be-be-beep. Be-be-beep.

Cristina opened her eyes reluctantly and sighed, then turned over to turn off the alarm clock. She had to go to real work again. She used to just go in the hospital, check on her personal patient and then go back to hotel when she was in Seattle, but now she was back in Paris and she had to go to work everyday and for more than just one or two hours. She sighed again and then got off the bed to go and take a shower.

She was out of the shower, in fresh clothes, with a brushed out hair and brushed teeth and went to make some breakfast. She turned on the coffee maker then poured milk into two bowls and then added some cereal. Yes, she made some breakfast. When she was done she walked to Evan's door.

She opened the door slowly and stuck her head in. He was peacefully asleep; it made her smile. She stepped closer to his bed and sat on the edge of it, running her hands through his auburn hair and then leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Evan it's time to wake up," she said as she gently shook him awake. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at his mother.

"But I'm sleepy, mommy" the four-year-old said, rubbing his eyes.

"I know I'm sorry. Margarita is not here to take care of you and I'm going to work, so I have to take you with me and drop you off the day care. But you can sleep in the car and in the daycare, ok?" she said, stroking his hair.

"Ok," he nodded and then yawned.

"Now, get up. I've made cereal!"

"Ok," he said, again, nodding.

"Page me with the results," Owen said, handing the chart to the resident and then, as he approached the nurses' station, leaned on the counter. He really, really felt good. He'd been feeling so good ever since he gave up the chief position. He was a man of action, he was a trauma surgeon, and he used to be a soldier. Yes, he was really excellent a leader, but he was a man of action not boring paperwork. Being a chief did have its benefit, he made more money, he was the boss, he could steal the cool cases from the other doctors only because he was chief, but still, it had lots and lots of paper work. Sometimes he hated his office. He would walk in it only to see piles and piles of paperwork everywhere waiting for him. He was really grateful for Crissa's presence, because one of the things it did was making him give up that boring job.

"Long day?" Meredith asked as she approached the counter and gave the chart to the nurse.

Owen looked up at the sound of her and shook his head, smiling briefly. "No, it's a quiet day even. I was just a bit restless last night."

"Missing someone?" Meredith asked, raising a brow.

"W-… what do you mean?" Owen frowned.

"You know what I mean. She came here and then went back. I don't know about her, but this reunion… it's not like it's not affected us at all."

Owen just sighed. "She's gone anyways…"

"Don't you want to make some changes?"

"Changes…? In what?"

"In your relationship with her? I mean you're single and she's single and she really seems to like Crissa and…"

"And even though she likes Crissa a lot, she's still Cristina and doesn't want a family to get in the way of her getting her third Harper Avery Award. Getting her back is all I want, Meredith. I thought having a kid would be enough, but now I have one and I see that something is still missing. But we, Cristina and I, we don't work. We're not in the same page… we never will be." Owen sighed, running his hands through his hair and sighed again.

Meredith sighed as well, placing a hand on his arm, squeezing it. "But would you try if you were on the same page?"

"We never will be, Meredith." He shook his head.

"If you were."

"Of course, of course I would. I need her in my life and I think Crissa would love to have her in her life. But that's just a dream that never comes true." He shook his again. "I have to go check on my patients," he said after a minutes. "See you." And with that he walked away.

Meredith sighed. She couldn't just tell Owen that Cristina and he was on the same page finally. She didn't know what it'd to Cristina's life. She really wanted to see Owen happy though. And although she was pretty pissed off with Cristina still, that she had been in Seattle for two weeks and all she did was coming over to visit Zola and Bailey once, she wanted her to be happy too. Because she knew she could simply not be happy without Owen. She knew Cristina well.

Or… maybe not. She definitely didn't expect to hear that she'd adopted a boy. She, the two time harper Avery Award winner, had a son. She thought a kid would stop her from achieving those. Now, she had a kid and she had achieved those. Nope, she didn't know her well anymore. But she still believed that she still did need Owen in her life.

"He really loves her a lot," Meredith heard someone say and turned around immediately. "Crissa? Wha-… how long have you been here?"

"Enough to know how much heartbroken my dad is."

"Thank you mommy," Evan said as he swallowed the last bite of his food, smiling toothily.

"You're welcome. Though you should thank the Italian restaurant's chef," she said smiling. "Now go brush your teeth and change into her pajamas, then we can watch some cartoon together, ok?"

"Ok!" he said and jumped off the chair, walking to the bathroom.

Cristina sipped on her water and then got up to collect the dishes, rinse them and put them in the dishwasher. The nanny would get extra payment and do housework too, but she was fired by Cristina and Cristina had to do things herself. She was going to hire another nanny soon. Though, it was hard for her to trust another one, she needed one.

"Ready!" Evan exclaimed walking out of his room after five minutes and joined his mom on the couch. Cristina wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. "So what do you want to watch?"

"Ping Panther!" Evan said. He just loved the French cartoon.

"It's pink, Evan."

"Pink Panther," he repeated.

"Okay, let's see," she said as she picked up the remote control and started to go through the cartoon channels. "No pink panther, sorry."

"Insert the DeeVeeDee!"

"The DVD?" she shook her head, smiling. Kids of 2019, she thought. She remembered Crissa keeping saying that. She missed that little girl with curly hair. She got up and inserted the DVD for Evan and sat back next to him, hugging him close to her and kissing the top of his head.

She ran her hands through her son's blonde hair as he was busy being mesmerized by the panther's crazy things. He would laugh every time the panther would do something idiotic and it'd bring a smile to Cristina's lips, making her hug him even closer and keep kissing him on the head.

"Mommy stop kissing my hair, it's wet," he said rubbing his hand over his hair.

"I'm sorry," Cristina said, chuckling. "I just can't help it. I love you so much." She kissed his head again and then kissed his forehead and then each of his cheeks. "So much."

"I love you too," he said, resting his head on his mom's chest.

Just then the phone started to ring. Cristina picked it up and looked at the number. She didn't recognize it but she could tell it had Seattle's code, though it wasn't Alex's. "You watch your cartoon Evan. I'll be back, now," she said and got up from the couch, went to her study, and then answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, Cristina, it's Owen."

"Oh… Owen… hi," she said, frowning a bit. How did he get her number?

"Uh, Crissa got your number from Alex," he said, as if he'd heard her question. "Well, she wishes to talk to you."

"Uh-huh," Cristina smiled briefly. "Okay, give it to her."

"Okay."

"Hello my adulthood!" Crissa screamed into the phone, making Cristina hold the phone a meter away from her ear. She could hear Owen telling her not scream on the other end.

"Why hello my childhood," Cristina said chuckling.

"I miss you so much."

"Aw, I miss you too. I'm glad you called." She said. She could hear Crissa chuckle.

"Cristina could I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Will you ever come back?"

"Come back?" Cristina asked. "Well… I don't know… I… maybe, but I can't say."

"I really want to see you again,"

Cristina smiled briefly, even though Crissa could not see that. "I know, but it's life, Crissa. I hope I can see you again one day though. But 'til then, we have skype and such, right? You said it yourself."

"Yes, so you should write down my dad's skype name."

"Okay," Cristina nodded and sat down behind her desk, took a paper out and wrote down Owen's skype name. And she told her hers. It was a combination of his and Crissa's name. But it could also seem like a combination of his and her own name too. Cristina shook her head at the thought and focused on what Crissa was saying.

"Okay, I have to go now. I love you!" Crissa said and then gave the phone back to Owen.

A small smile formed Cristina's lips. "I love you too," she said. That little girl was really easy to love as she was so sweet.

"Uh… what?" Owen asked.

"Oh! Crissa! I thought I was talking to Crissa," she said immediately as she heard Owen's voice, smiling sheepishly. Why did it always get to awkward around him?

"Mommy, the cartoon's over," Evan said, just then, as he walked in the study, yawning.

Cristina turned around immediately. "Uh…" she muttered. Owen was on the phone and Evan was in the room talking to her. She didn't have a problem with Owen knowing about Evan, but it'd been so much easier if he never found out.

"Who was that?" Owen questioned. "Sorry I ask, but…"

"Uh…" Cristina muttered again.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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