Thank you all for all the support, and please enjoy the 28th chapter.

Cristina sat up quickly and sharply at the sound, her heart beating fast. She was having a peaceful sleep and a beautiful dream but then she was awakened when she heard something break with a loud sound. She looked at the clock on the bedside table and it read 7:10. She sighed. It was her luck, of course, to be awakened that early on her day off. She got up and walked out of the room, still worried as to what had been broken. Maybe Evan had hurt himself. Maybe there was a kidnapper in the apartment. Maybe the window had been open and a cat had sneaked in, even… well no, they lived on the 5th floor how could a cat get in through the window… but maybe a bird?

She went to the living room then she heard a very low sound of crying coming from the kitchen. "Evan?" she called her son, worriedly. She stepped in the kitchen and found the little boy in a pool of juice and pieces of a broken glass and with a bloody hand. "Oh God, Evan," she said aloud and ran towards him, taking his hand into hers and squeezing it, seeing more blood flow out. "What are doing here?"

He looked up at her mom with tearing eyes. "Je… want… jus de… pomme…" he said half English, half French and looked at his finger with horrified eyes.

"Alright…" Cristina murmured and picked him so she could wash his hand in the sink and then seated him on the counter. "Wait here," she told him and went to bring the first aid kit from the bathroom. She came back with it and placed it on the counter. "You'll be okay…" she said as she cleaned his wound.

"No…" he said, shaking his head as more tears flowed down his face. "… hurts…"

Cristina picked up a piece of bandage and wrapped it around his finger. "Oh you will, trust me, you will," she said giving him a warm smile. "Every day so many patients come to the hospital and I'll make them okay and they go home happy." She placed a piece of tape on the bandage and then closed the kit's box. "So you'll be okay now, because I fixed you, right?"

He looked up at her and back down at his finger. It still hurt. "No…" he said again, shaking his head.

Cristina sighed and kissed his forehead. "So let me see…" she said, rubbing her chin with her index finger and her thumb. "This may help." And with that she started tickling him lightly. His crying stopped and soon his giggles filled the house.

"Are you okay now?" she asked him, stroking his hair. He nodded with a big grin. "Are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy…?" he looked at her, dazed.

"Somnolent," she told him the French translation.

He nodded. "Sleepy."

"Sleepy."

"Sleepy," he said nodding as he learned the new word. "I am sleepy."

Cristina smiled and took him in her arms and off the counter and walked to her bedroom. She lay down and spooned Evan, planting a couple of kissed on his head of auburn hair and after a short while they both fell back asleep.

"Why would you be out of town?" Cristina asked as she flopped on the couch and held the phone with her other hand.

"Because…" Alex said. "I can't stay in Seattle all the time in case you'll need a babysitter. Plus I won't be satisfied with free coffee and muffin anymore, I'll need more."

"Fine… bye," she said and hung up, throwing the phone on the couch, sighing. Owen was taking her out that night and she had no one to leave Evan with. Then the apple dropped on her head and she jumped to the other end of the couch to pick the phone back up and dialed a number.

"Hello?" the voice said.

"Mer! Will you babysit Evan for me tonight? Owen's taking me out and I need someone to take care of him."

"Why don't you ask the one who's gonna babysit Crissa? I'm sure Owen has asked someone already."

Cristina pursed her lips. "I don't know who that is."

"That's me."

"Oh," she said, "Good, so will take him too? Please, Mer, I know we've just made up and this is too much to ask y-…"

"Shut up, that has nothing to do with that," Meredith said, "But there's one thing here you have to do for me."

"Anything you want."

"You and Owen should take Zola and Baily tomorrow night so I can take a rest after watching over four kids and spend some time with my husband."

"Fine, fine, we'll do that, promise."

"Good."

"So I'll be there to drop him off now," she said, "See you." She hung up with a satisfied smile and went to help Evan get dressed.

"So are you going to propose to her?" Crissa asked as she put on her coat.

"W-what?" Owen looked at her incredulously as he helped her put on her backpack. "Did you pick up your iPad?"

"Yes, don't change the topic," she said and turned around, shrugging her shoulder to fixate the backpack on her shoulder.

"It's still too soon," he said and opened the door letting her out.

"Why?" she inquired. "It's not like it's anything new. You've been married before and you love each other."

Owen smirked, shaking his head. This girl was really wiser that her age. "It's far from that simple, Crissa," he said and unlocked his car's doors and opened the backseat door for her and buckled the belts as she was seated and then went to sit at the driver's seat himself.

"Will you ever do that anyways?"

Owen looked at her through the rear-view mirror and contemplated for a moment. "Yes, I will," he said and started the engine.

"Yay!" she exclaimed. "Can I call her mom when you get married?"

Owen had the car out of the garage and then looked at Crissa through the mirror again, staring at her speechless. "Yes," he finally said and smiled slightly, thinking about how endearing it would be to see Crissa all happy with her new mom.

"Yay!" she said and her smile slowly faded as she drowned in her dreams, dreams of the family time they would have in the future.

"You know," she said after five minutes of silence, "I think I'll be okay with it if Evan called you daddy."

Owen stared at her through the mirror but soon looked back at the road. "Good," he said quietly. Him marrying Cristina again, Crissa calling her mom and Evan calling him dad would make him the happiest man on the earth. He smiled inwardly at all the dreams Crissa had made him start to have, thinking everything would fall back into the right place eventually.

Shower, check. Dress, check. Makeup, check. Jewelries and accessories, check. Perfume, check. Hair, check. Zipper of the dress… she was still struggling with it. From every angle she had tried, she'd failed to pull it up. Why would that dress have such a long a zipper. She sighed, and sat on the bed; her arms hurt. She reached out for it to try again but it was all to no avail and finally, the doorbell rang. She sighed and walked to the door and opened it, revealing a beaming Owen with a bouquet of red roses. "Hi," he said, his beam growing bigger and into a grin. She looked flawless. She was so beautiful in her red dress and with her loose curls that he barely noticed her exasperated expression "You look gorgeo-…"

"Will you pull up my zipper?" she interrupted, exasperated, and turned around.

"Uh…" he was taken aback, but then smiled and shook his head. He pulled up the zipper, his hand brushing her skin on the way, giving her chills.

She, feeling a heavy load was off her shoulders, turned around and looked at him being all handsome in his navy blue suit. "Uh, come on in," she said, smiling at him.

He smiled back and stepped inside, planted a kiss on her lips. "You look stunning," he said and handed her the bouquet.

"Thanks," she said grabbing the bouquet and then went to the kitchen to both find a vase for the flowers and give her face time to recover from the blush. Still after all these years of being together and being apart, he had the ability to make her blush like a teenage girl. "Do you need anything to drink?"

"Uh, no, because we gotta go now," he said.

She had finally found something to put the flowers in and turned around. "Okay," she said and went to her bedroom. After a minute she was out with her coat and purse and he lead her outside and towards his car.

She looked down at her dress and then up at all the women entering the restaurant. "Isn't this restaurant a bit too fancy for my dress…?" she said and looked down at her dress again.

"Your dress is just fine. Everyone in there will be staring at you and your perfection," he said pulling her in his arm and kissed her temple. "And then they'll be punched by me."

She laughed and looked at him, smiling. "Okay," she said. "Can we go in now? I'm starving."

"Sure," he said and offered his arm and she wrapped her hand around his arms and together they walked in. The receptionist showed them their table and the waiter took their orders.

"This place is amazing," Cristina remarked as she sipped on the glass of water.

"I'm glad you like it," he replied, smiling. "Alex is taking care of Evan?"

"Uh, no," Cristina said waving her hand in the air. "He's out of town. I dropped Evan off at Mer's."

"Crissa's there, too. How's she gonna handle four kids?"

Cristina put down the glass and sighed. "We're gonna take Zola and Baily tomorrow night to make that up to her and Derek," she said.

"Oh…" Owen went silent, his lips pursed.

Cristina had to laugh at his face. "Let's enjoy tonight at least. We'll think about the misery tomorrow."

His face immediately lit up. "You're right. We're gonna enjoy tonight."

Right then the waiter came around with their orders and placed them on the table for them plus their glassed of champagne.

"Mmm… it smells good," Cristina remarked and took a piece of the fish in her mouth. "And it tastes amazing," she said with her mouth full, but closed it immediately and sat straight.

He smiled at her and sipped on his champagne. "Oh and this is great too," he said and motioned to her glass.

She looked at the glass and nodded. She picked up the glass and took it up to her mouth to sip on it. A bit of the liquor entered her mouth and then something solid hit her lips. She immediately brought the glass down and looked inside it. "Uh, w-…" She looked at the thing with more attention. "Owen?!" she almost yelled and looked up at him, then looked at the other people and lowered her voice. "What is this?"

Owen who was busy enjoying his food, looked up at her yell, startled. "Wh-… what is what?"

"This," she said, holding up the glass, so many emotions going through her eyes making it hard for Owen to read them.

"What?" he asked again, frowning.

"A ring! Owen, there's a ring in my glass. And engagement ring, a proposal ring!"

Okay, so, hope this chapter (minus the ending) was not boring…

Please review and tell me what you think ;)

And I won't be able to update (this and Everyone Gets Their Happy Ending) for two weeks because of back to back exams, so please be patient, okay? :)