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So here's the 17th. Hope you'll enjoy.

"So he knows now?"

"Yup!"

Alex breathed a big sigh of relief. "Thank God."

"What's make you so happy?" Cristina asked, confused, as she looked at Alex's image on her laptop's screen.

"Well I don't need to keep any secret anymore. Well I would've kept them still till whenever you'd want me to, but it was still a huge load on my shoulders." He moved his shoulder. "I can move them easily now." He said, smirking.

"Yeah, but it's not like you were hiding anything from anyone that deserved to know it. You just didn't tell anyone anything about me."

"Hunt deserved to know."

"No, he didn't. I mean I'm glad he does know now, but it's not like it was his kid or anything."

Alex shook his head. "You weren't here and you didn't see him suffer from your absence. And you know what would've happened if he'd find out that the only thing that stopped him from being with you… the only barrier is gone?" Alex said in a serious tone.

"It's not like Evan's presence in my life would've caused us to go back together, Alex. We were done, over. He was happy with his girlfriend, just like I wanted him to be, and I couldn't just go back to his life like now I'm ok with having kids, dump your girlfriend and be with me!"

"He didn't have a girlfriend. He broke it off with her not even a month after you left. I wanted to tell you but you didn't want to hear anything about anyone from Seattle."

Cristina sighed rubbing her forehead with her fingers. "Alex… where are we going with this conversation?"

"That you and Hunt are two idiots. You're so in love with each that you adopted mini versions of each other and named them something that sounded like the other's name. The love is there, the understanding and all of that crap is there. The only problem you two ever had was that you never wanted a kid and now you have one. There's nothing stopping you two from being together. And you die for each other."

Cristina sighed again. "And why are you so eager to get me to go back to him, Alex?"

Alex gave out an exasperated breath out. "Because I'm your friend! The only one who kept your secrets for five years. I'm your new Meredith. And I care. And I see it in your eyes that you're dying for that man. And as your friend I want you to be happy. Because however much you pretend that you're perfectly happy with your two awards and your mini Owen, you're not happy with the actual Owen."

Cristina just stared at Alex's image, not able to form a word. "I'd… never heard the truth of my life so directly."

"Yeah because you're too damn stubborn and proud to let yourself realize these."

"But… it's not like we can really be together again."

Alex let out an exasperated groan again and pretend to stab his head on the desk.

"I mean he has his life, I have mine. We've gone two separate roads and… it doesn't seem to be possible."

"His life is his daughter who is apparently in a deep red love with you. And he still loves you too. And you still love him too. And Evan, I'm sure will love the two of them if he meets them. And he really needs a male figure in his life except this image on the laptop who he barely sees in person once a year." He said pointing to himself. "There's nothing there holding you two away from each other. Of course, except your stubbornness."

"Uh, I'm tired of you. Talk to Evan and then go!" she said, throwing her hands in the air and got up from her chair to get bring Evan.

"You can't even bear to hear something that makes sense. Stubborn!" he yelled into the microphone so she could hear him from outside the room.

"Do you want some ice cream?" Owen asked as he rinsed the last dish from dinner and put it in the dishwasher.

"Yes!" Crissa said, happily. "Chocolate one!"

Owen smiled and nodded, then opened the freezer's door and brought out the ice cream container. He went to the living room with two bowls of chocolate ice cream and handed his daughter one bowl, then sat on the couch next to her. "So what've you been up to?" he asked as he looked at the papers that were on the coffee table.

"I was drawing," she said after she'd, happily, swallowed the first spoonful of ice cream. She then leaned towards the coffee table and brought out a paper and handed it to her dad. "It's not finished yet, though." She said and put another spoonful in her mouth.

Owen got the paper from her and looked at it, frowning. There was a man, blonde like him, in a black suit and then a woman in a red dress with black hair. "Uh… who are they?"

Crissa looked up from her bowl of ice cream and beamed. "It's you and Cristina."

Owen almost choked on his ice cream and put the bowl down. "What?"

Crissa got worried. Should she not have drawn that? "When you went to the bathroom this morning, I went to your room to pick up my bedtime story and your drawer was open. I wanted to close it when I saw a picture in it. It was a picture of you and Cristina… Daddy, did I do anything wrong?"

Owen sighed and shook his head. "No… no, you didn't. It's beautiful." He smiled, briefly, stroking her curls. He picked up his ice cream bowl and took a spoon, trying to forget the subject.

"Where did you take that picture?" Crissa inquired, raising her eyebrows.

Owen looked over at her, sighing inwardly. "It's our… wedding day. And that's Uncle Alex's house. It used to be Aunt Meredith's house then though." Owen explained. He could remember that day vividly. That was the best day of his life. He remembered how beautiful Cristina looked in her red dress.

Crissa was silent, watching her father's face as he was silent too, probably thinking about Cristina. He really did love Cristina a lot, she thought. "Don't brides wear white in their wedding?"

Owen chuckled heartily. "Cristina said she didn't want to wear white. She wanted to be different from other ordinary brides."

Crissa watched the smile that formed her dad's face as he went silent again, probably thinking about Cristina again. "She looked so beautiful in that picture," she said, not taking her eyes away from him.

He nodded and put another spoon of ice cream in his mouth. "Yeah…" he said, his smile fading and he drowned in thoughts again. He couldn't get the image of that night out of his mind.

Crissa licked the bowl clean and placed it on the coffee table, but her eyes were glued to Owen's face, studying all the expressions. She then stretched out her hands. "Let me finish that drawing and then you can keep it," she said, smiling softly.

Owen looked over at his six-year-old and nodded. "Okay," he said and ran a hand through her curls, then leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. "I'll go put these away," he said as he got up from the couch to take the bowls to the kitchen.

Cristina yawned, closing the door of Evan's bedroom gently. She walk back to her study and turned on her laptop. She really didn't feel like doing anything though. She leaned against the back of the chair and just stared at the coffee cup on her desk. Before her thoughts would drift back to what Alex told her the previous night, she heard a Skype notification ring and her attention went to her laptop. It was Owen's username. She started the conversation and Crissa's image popped up immediately. "Oh, hi," she said, a smile forming her lips.

"Hey!" the little girl said, smiling toothily at her. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Crissa. Why'd you call?"

"Oh well, my dad's in the OR and I came into his office to take a nap on the couch, but then I saw that Skype was up so I decided to call you without him knowing."

"Oh, why? You will get in trouble if he finds out, won't you?"

"But he won't find out. And I called you because I wanted to show you this," she said and then disappeared. When she reappeared she had a paper in her hands with a drawing of a man and a woman in it. The blonde man was in a black suit and the black-haired woman was in a red dress. Cristina felt like the image looked a bit familiar. "Who are they?" Cristina asked,

"It's you and my dad in your wedding day," she said, smiling.

"W-… what? How… where did you draw that from?"

Crissa's smile faded a bit as she saw that Cristina didn't look pleased. "Uh… I saw a picture of it in one of my dad's drawers…" she said.

"He has a picture of that… in his drawer?" she asked. She didn't know why, but it kind of made her feel good.

"Yes, because I think he still loved you," Crissa said.

Cristina just stared at the girl's image. "Uh… Crissa, you're not supposed to talk about these things."

Crissa looked at Cristina's image sheepishly. "I know… but… he really loves you. I can notice it in his voice whenever he talks about you. And he's always smiling when he's talking about you. He loves you so much, Cristina."

Cristina just sighed.

"Do you still love him too?"

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