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"Cristina!" she exclaimed as she left her baggage for her husband to catch and took bigger steps.

Cristina forced a beam, waving back. "Hey, mom," she said and looked behind her. "Saul," she greeted him and before she knew Owen was already helping him with the baggage. He placed them near a bench and then turned to look at his previous and future mother-in-law.

"It is so nice to finally meet you, Miss Rubinstein I am Owen Hunt," he said, extending a hand, with a charming smile. Cristina had also warned him beforehand not to call her 'Miss Yang'.

Blushing, Helen took his hand and nodded. "Likewise." She, instead of getting a hand shake, got a kiss on her hand. With a dropped jaw and a hand over her chest, Helen smiled. "Oh, such a gentleman."

Cristina, on the other hand, was witnessing the scene with widened eyes and followed Owen with her gaze when he stood straight again. He looked at her sideways and winked at her as her jaw dropped slightly.

Still having a faint blush on her cheeks, Helen turned to her daughter and patted her shoulder lightly. "I am so proud of your taste, honey," she said, giving her a smile.

"Why thank you," she said, not helping a slight smile. And looked over at Owen who was taking the baggage toward the exit. She went to help him as there was too much baggage. She shook her head at the thought of her mother's souvenirs. Saul and Helen each took one suitcase and walked ahead of the young couple. "What was all the hand kissing about?" she murmured to Owen, cocking an eyebrows.

Owen smirked. "Well I have to make a good impression," he said, shrugging. "Do you mind?"

Cristina chuckled, shaking her head. "Nope, you're doing a good job."

They reached the parking lot and placed all the baggage in the trunk of Owen's car with a bit of struggle and finally, they were on the way towards Owen's house, which was now Cristina and Owen's house.

"Did you have a convenient flight?" Owen asked as he stopped the car behind the red light.

"Uh, no. It was so long and tiring," Helen said, shaking her head.

"It's not such a long flight from Beverly Hills to Seattle, you know?" Cristina said, looking at her mother who was seating at the front seat through the rear view mirror.

"Not for an old woman like me," she said, shaking her head.

"Old?" Owen scoffed. "You says you're old?"

Helen chuckled, hitting Owen's arm gently. "Stop it," she said, giggling.

Cristina couldn't help a smirk as she shook her head. She exchanged a look with Saul who was also smirking.

She and Saul had never been so close. He wasn't an evil step-father or something, but they never had spent so much time together to get to know each other and get close. Maybe because she never wanted to feel like she was letting him replace her father. But as he and her mother was growing old, she was starting to like him. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. She also pitied him sometimes for he had to bear with Helen's nags and orders.

They finally arrived at the house and as Owen was unloading the baggage, Cristina lead her mother and step-father into the house. "Where's Evan?" Helen asked, with excited eyes as she walked up the porch.

"Inside," Cristina said smiling and ran the bell. The door was opened after two seconds and a grinning Crissa appeared behind it. "Hey," Cristina greeted and walked inside with her guests. She had noticed her mother's questioning look when she had seen Crissa and smiled. "And this is Crissa, Owen's daughter," she introduced.

"It's nice to meet you," Crissa greeted them both as Cristina closed the door.

"Owen has a daughter?" Helen asked in whisper, looking at her daughter.

Noticing the slight frown, Cristina rolled her eyes. "Yes, and I have a son."

Helen nodded. "I didn't mean it like that," she whispered and looked down at the little girl, smiling at her. Crissa smiled back.

"You so look like Cristina," Saul remarked. "It's like we're back in time."

Cristina and Crissa both chuckled. "I know, right?" Cristina said, running a hand through Crissa's curls.

Not one second later, they heard footsteps on the stairs as Evan ran downstairs. "Grandma!" he exclaimed and jumped in her embrace.

Helen hugged her grandson tightly, kissing his head. "Hey, big man," she said with a big smile on her face. Evan was her only grandchild she never thought she'd have, knowing her only daughter's mind was set about having kids. So, when she heard Cristina tell her about him, she was over the moon. Even though he was not her biological grandchild, she still was so happy to be his grandma. She first met him one and a half year ago when Cristina had invited her and Saul to Paris. "I have brought lots and lots of gifts for you," she said, kissing his head again.

Owen came back in with the baggage a few minutes later and placed them in a corner at the hall. He went and sat on the couch next to is fiancée to join the conversation.

As Crissa noticed his tiredness- there was too much baggage- she jumped up with a sweet smile. "Who wants a glass of water? We also have some juice?"

Smiling proudly, Owen ran a hand through her hair. "Go bring a glass of juice for everyone," he said and Crissa went towards the kitchen.

"She's a sweet girl," Helen remarked, looking at Owen who smiled proudly. "And she looks so like Cristina. It's like she's… her," she said, chuckling lightly. She had so many question about the little girl that she would definitely ask Cristina. She knew some sketchy details about her daughter's love story with Owen Hunt. Not that Cristina was so open to her; she had dragged the words out of her mouth, but she never knew he had a daughter.

Crissa emerged from the kitchen, struggling to hold the tray of glasses. Owen got up immediately and got the tray from her and set a glass in front of everyone.

"So," Helen started, taking a sip of her juice. "When's the wedding again?"

"Tomorrow," Cristina and Owen said in unison.

"What?!" Helen asked, taken aback. "And don't you think you invited us a bit too late?"

"Nope," Cristina said, shrugging. "You'd keep wanting to have a hand in preparing the wedding, now you can't do that. The wedding, by the way, is a little one in the backyard of this house. It'll be decorated tomorrow. I already have my dress in my wardrobe, which is not white and the food is ordered… so you don't have to worry about anything."

Helen sighed and shook her head and then turned to look at Owen. "I wish you luck with her for the rest of your life," she said, sarcastically.

Owen chuckled and nodded. "I think I'll need that," he said and smiled sheepishly at Cristina who was glaring at him.

Wrapped in a towel, hair still damp, Cristina went and lay down on the bed next to Owen. "Are you excited?" she asked, warping an arm around his chest.

"I'm terrified," Owen said in a serious tone.

Cristina lifted her head up and looked into his eyes, panicked. "Really? Do you… you think we'll end up like the other time again?" her voice was ready to break.

Chuckling Owen, sat up and pulled her closer to her. "Of course not," he said kissing her hair.

"Then why are you terrified?" Cristina asked, confused.

"Because I'll be stuck with you for the rest of time…" he said, sighing.

"Hey," she said, hitting his chest. "You know I'm nervous, Owen."

He kissed her hair again. "Sorry," he whispered. "Why are you nervous, though? It's not like it's your first time."

She nodded against her chest.

"And it'll be perfect this time, I promise you."

"Okay."

"It'd be more perfect if you weren't here though."

"W-… why?" she asked, frowning.

"Because I shouldn't see the bride before the wedding or… bad luck."

She chuckled and hit his chest playfully again. "Shut up, we don't believe that."

He smiled. "We don't," he agreed and kissed her hair again. "Tomorrow, this time, you're my wife again."

"Wow," she said, staring at the distance. "How did it all happen? I… it was like yesterday when I handed you my resignation letter… I couldn't even look you in the eye-all I'd see would be you and… Emma… and now you're going to be my husband again… and I don't even have PTSD…"

"That's…" Owen started and lifted her chin to make her look at him. "That's… the magic of our love."

Looking deep into his eyes, letting herself drown in it, she nodded. "Yes," she said and leaned in to kiss his lips.

"Cereal as breakfast… the morning of your wedding… so Cristina," Helen remarked, shaking her head and went to the fridge to see if there was anything like breakfast there. She found a jar of jam and came back to the table with the bread basket.

"The breakfast has nothing to do with the wedding," Cristina said as she took the last sip of her coffee and went to the bathroom.

Sighing, Helen shook her head. "So when will the stylist be here?" she asked.

"No stylist," Cristina replied coming back to the kitchen. "Meredith's gonna do my hair and make-up. And I can put on my own dress." She said as she picked up a napkin and handed it to her son to wipe his mouth. Right then, the doorbell rang and Crissa ran to open it.

"Hello all," Meredith said as she walked in with her children. "Derek's in the car Owen," she told him and he nodded.

"Where are you going?" Cristina asked him.

"The barber's shop," he replied, kissing her cheek.

"Hey!" she said, grabbing his arm. "Don't shave your beard."

He smiled and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "I won't."

So, are you ready for Crowen's wedding? So am I!

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