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Title: "Getting to Know You"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] angelamermaid
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Characters from the show are not of our creation and belong to Shonda and ABC. No monetary compensations were gained from this fictitious work.
Author's notes: Thanks for the feedback and suggestions from [livejournal.com profile] lovemesomeowen and [livejournal.com profile] shli1117. Enjoy, and let us know what you think!

[Owen's voice] “Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you no matter what.” - Unknown

Five years ago

Meredith banged on the door of the trailer until Owen opened it. He blinked against the bright sunlight.

“Good morning!” She smiled brightly. “I brought breakfast!” She held up a bag of fast food.

He grunted and took a seat on the deck. Briskly, Meredith opened the bag and handed him a wrapped breakfast sandwich. She pointedly ignored all of the empty bottles beside the trailer.

Owen looked at her curiously, before beginning to eat. It had been one week since Cristina had left, and everyone was giving him lots of space. He worked, he came home, he drank, he slept. He hadn't even gone for a run.

They ate in silence, the wind rustling through the trees. When she was done, Meredith sat up in her chair and faced him. “Cristina asked me to watch out for you.”

Surprised, Owen swallowed the last part of his sandwich and said nothing.

“I've let you be broody for a week but this can't last,” she continued. “You're not allowed to get all dark and twisty on my watch.”

He slowly nodded, feeling touched that someone was acknowledging his pain.

“I want you to start coming into the house for supper. Not just because you can cook.” Meredith smiled briefly. “You shouldn't be alone right now.”

“Thank you,” Owen said, gruffly.

Owen woke up to the sensation of his face being vigorously licked. “Good morning,” he mumbled, opening his eyes. His dog settled down beside him, panting happily.

Grinning, Owen sat up. His hand went to his lips, remembering last night. Seeing Cristina again, knowing that they still had a connection, kissing her again like five years had not passed ... he felt energized.

Smitty nudged his other hand with his head and looked up at him. Owen scratched his dog behind his ears, with great affection.

Two weeks after Cristina's departure, Owen carefully lifted a crate out of the cab of his truck. He opened it, and a small puppy eagerly jumped out and began smelling the ground. “Welcome home,” he grinned.

His daily routine changed. Every morning, he woke up with Smitty snuggled beside him in the bed. They went for runs together and explored all of Seattle's parks. Owen would arrive at the hospital with a smile on his face, and people smiled back, relieved to see that his spirit hadn't been obliterated. At the end of the day, after walking his puppy one last time, Owen settled into bed with Smitty, leaving the beer in the fridge.

Smitty jumped up and down and barked as Owen started doing his stretches. When he was done, he checked himself in the mirror – he was looking slim in his red running shirt and black pants.

Owen chuckled as he left his room – the day before, he hadn't cared about his weight. But knowing he would see Cristina at the hospital – he wanted to look good.

“Who's ready for a run?” Owen called out.

“Me!” Tricia called from downstairs.

“Pass,” came a sleepy mumble from Kyle's room.

“That attitude won't fly in the Navy,” Owen grinned.

“Give me five minutes.”

Panting excitedly, Smitty ran downstairs and straight for the front door.

“Good night!” Zola smiled sweetly at Owen as Meredith carried her out of the room. He grinned and waved at her.

“Here.” Derek handed him a beer and gestured to the couch. They settled down, Smitty lying down at Owen's feet. The four month old puppy looked longingly at Bailey's toys strewn on the carpet, but behaved himself.

“You're really great with the kids,” Derek quietly observed. “They adore you.”

Owen paused, before taking a drink. “Thanks.”

“Okay, I'm going to get to the point,” the other man chuckled, leaning forward. “What are you going to do now? You can't live in the trailer forever with Smitty.”

Owen half-smiled as he reached down to scratch the dog's neck. “It is becoming cramped in there.”

“I'm not going to suggest you find yourself a girlfriend,” Derek continued. “I think we both know that won't work, not after what happened with Emma. But ... have you considered becoming a father on your own? You could use a surrogate or adopt?”

Owen sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I thought about surrogacy, but I don't know that it's for me.” Privately, he felt that it would be a betrayal to have a baby with someone else, even knowing how Cristina felt.

“What about adoption?”

Owen shrugged. “I haven't thought about it much, I imagine it's hard for a single man to adopt a baby. And, I have a puppy that's keeping me very busy.”


Humming, Owen hung up a calendar in his kitchen. He'd moved into his new house the day before, and was trying to make it feel like a home. Smitty was sniffing every inch of the spacious backyard.

His eyes looked at the date. It had now been four months since he had last seen Cristina. He wondered where she was living, was it a house or an apartment? Smiling, he knew that wherever her home was, it would be a total mess.


A young woman wailed as two security guards restrained her. Her eyes followed her daughter, being carried out of the Pit in the arms of a social worker. Owen winced at her pain, before following the social worker to an exam room, where Dr Wilson was waiting.

“You were right to notify us, she violated a court order and picked up her daughter from preschool two days ago.” the social worker said, briskly placing the small girl on the table. “We've been looking for them since then.”

Jo began to undress the girl. She struggled to remain professional when she discovered bruises on the baby's arms.

“What's going to happen to the child?” Owen asked.

“We'll return her to foster care,” the social worker said.

Owen looked at the little girl, who seemed numbed and detached during the examination. “Is it a good foster home?”

“It is,” she assured him. “I know what you're thinking, and it's true that some of our foster homes are more motivated by the money than the caring, but she's in a good one.”

“I'm glad to hear it,” Jo said softly.

As they watched the social worker leave with the child, Jo turned to Owen. “Have you ever thought about foster care, Dr Hunt? I think you'd be really good at it.”

The three joggers fell into a pace, running through a nearby park. Smitty ran on his leash, tongue hanging out. The sun broke through the clouds above and Owen grinned.

The teens exchanged a glance behind his back. “Somebody is happy this morning,” Kyle said.

Somebody is going to see Cristina Yang at Grey-Sloan Memorial today,” Tricia teased. She smirked at Owen's surprise. “Zola texted me.”

“I'm very happy that she can consult,” Owen responded. “She's only staying a few days, then she'll go back to Zurich.”

“Are you going to go on dates?” Kyle asked. “I can do all the driving for me and Tricia this week.”

“Bring her to our house!” Tricia piped up. “We'll be really quiet if you want to have a romantic dinner!”

Owen's smile dimmed. He hadn't thought about the logistics of spending more time with Cristina, while balancing his home life. She had sent a clear signal that their connection was still there, and that she was open to spending time with him. He knew that somehow, they would find the time to be together. They weren't finished yet.

On a cloudy night, Owen straightened up the living room one more time. Owen looked at the photographs on his bookcase. His eyes turned melancholy as they landed on the one of Cristina on his lap. A fun and casual photo, representing the best of times. He sighed. Seven months had lapsed since they'd seen each other in the OR room, and she'd vanished from his life. He'd made no attempt to contact her, it was just ... easier ... that way. He kept himself busy with work and Smitty and the few children that he'd fostered.

The doorbell rang and Smitty barked. “Easy,” Owen told him, walking to the front door. “We've got two new kids coming tonight.”

He opened the front door. “Hello Janet.”

The social worker ushered in two children, a brown-haired boy and a girl. The young girl clutched a backpack and tried to look composed, while her older brother was wide-eyed and visibly nervous. He grasped his sister's shoulder, to try and comfort them both.

Owen felt a pang within. The children were scared and their hair hadn't been washed recently. He wanted to throw his arms around the kids and tell them that it would be okay, they would all get through this together.

“Welcome,” Owen smiled. Smitty ran into the foyer, and the children's faces relaxed a bit. “My name is Owen, and this is Smitty.” The dog sat down and smiled.

“This is Kyle and Tricia,” Janet said. “They're brother and sister, they're twelve and ten years old.”

“Are you hungry?” Owen asked. “I can make you something to eat.”

The children looked at each other and Kyle nodded.

“I have a couple of bedrooms where you can sleep,” Owen said, pointing to the stairs. “One room has bunk beds, and the other has a single bed. I'll show them to you and you can decide.”

Tricia looked up at her brother. “We can have our own rooms!” He smiled slightly.

Janet sat down and worked on her reports as Owen showed the children around, then made sandwiches for them. Once they were settled in the breakfast nook, Owen stepped into the living room with her.

“This isn't their first time in foster care,” she sighed, pulling out their file. “Their parents are dead, the father died in prison and the mother overdosed. They were raised by a grandmother until her dementia rendered her unfit and we had to remove them. They've been shuttled between relatives, and we've been involved a few times. Today we removed them after Kyle informed the school nurse that cousin Carla's new boyfriend was living with them, and the boyfriend is a registered sex offender.”

Owen scowled.

“I don't think they've been harmed, but obviously they're neglected, and they don't have any more relatives left ... none that we would want to place them with.” Janet sighed. “We've given the cousin a week to decide if she wants the kids or the boyfriend.”

He shook his head in disgust.

“I know that you haven't been a foster father long, but I'm sure you'll be fine,” she said, encouragingly. “They need a structured home with someone who can give them their full attention.”

“They need baths,” Owen said, softly.


Two days after their arrival, the children were still very shy with Owen. He'd tried asking general questions to get to know them, but they wouldn't talk. All he had been able to ascertain was that Kyle was very messy and Tricia was very neat. After homework and supper, he ushered them into the living room, hoping to find a TV show they could all watch together.

Tricia's eyes went to the photos on the bookshelf. She examined them while Owen handed Kyle the remote control.

“Who's this?” She pointed to a photo at her eye level.

“That's my mother,” Owen smiled. “She lives a few miles from here.”

The girl pointed to the photo of Cristina sitting on his lap. “Who's this?”

His smile faded. “That's Cristina. She ... we were married.”

Tricia looked up at him with round eyes. “Did she die?”

Owen shook his head. “We're divorced. She moved to Switzerland seven months ago.”



The air in Owen's living room was quiet and still. The children sat next to each other on the couch and looked at the floor. The social worker watched them, sadly.

Owen sat and silently clenched his hands. Janet had just told the children that their cousin had chosen to continue living with her boyfriend ... and there were no more relatives that they could stay with. He was angry for the children, for all of the upheaval they had already experienced, and the uncertainty of their future. It didn't matter that they had only been in his care for a week, he wanted the best for them.

Janet cleared her throat. “Your teachers have said that you've been at school on time every day and that you're doing good work...”

Exhaling, Owen sat back. Unused to routine, the kids had not been happy with scheduled bedtimes and showering on a regular basis. They were used to a fast food diet and it was a chore to get them to try vegetables. At least they liked learning, and had willingly done their homework.

He watched them, carefully. They were polite but withdrawn, only showing affection to Smitty. Owen patiently tended to their every need, and wished he knew if they were happy in his home.

Tears began to run down Tricia's cheeks. Owen grabbed a tissue box and handed it to her. She nodded her thanks, and leaned against her brother.

“Where are we going to go next?” Kyle asked, in a small and shaky voice.

Janet smiled reassuringly. “You're going to stay here in the short term, I think this is a good place for you.”

Kyle looked at Owen, with hope in his eyes, and Owen felt something relax within. Wiping her eyes, Tricia gave Owen a very tiny smile, and he smiled back. “I'm glad that you can stay. And so is Smitty.”

“But ... for how long?” Kyle asked Janet.

Her expression turned serious. “Once we process everything ... a judge will declare you wards of the court ... you could be adopted...”

Tricia shook her head, choking back more tears. “Nobody adopts older kids, everybody knows that.”


Two weeks after their arrival, Janet delivered the remainder of the children's clothes and possessions to Owen's house. Everything they owned fit into two cardboard boxes and a suitcase.

Tricia very carefully arranged her possessions on the desk in her room. She explained the meaning of each item, from the delicate ring that had once belonged to her mother, to the bear that a teacher had given her. Kyle shyly shared the few photographs he had of their family and childhood.

Owen looked at the meager items of clothing and withheld judgement. “Tomorrow is Saturday ... what do you say that we go shopping for some more clothes?”

Tricia grinned while her brother frowned. “Who's going to pay for that?”

“I am,” Owen said. “Don't worry about it.”

Kyle scrunched up his face. “Are you rich?”

“No,” Owen chuckled. “But I do have a very good job. I can afford to take you shopping.”

The next day, Owen began to regret those words, watching Tricia disappear into the fifth or sixth dressing room. He'd never gone to a mall with Cristina; she was into surgery, not shopping. He wondered what she was doing at that moment.

As they left the mall, Tricia grabbed his hand to walk across the parking lot, and Owen was rocked with a surge of affection.

With an extra bounce in his step, Owen strode into the hospital. Purposefully, he headed to the Pediatrics ward. He only slowed down his pace when he approached the room of the Holloway boy.

Through the window, he could see the teen talking with his mother, with no sign of Cristina. Sighing, Owen turned away.


Cristina frowned as she looked at the x-rays and scans with Arizona and Alex. “This boy is seriously ill.”

“Which is why we are so happy that you can consult,” Arizona told her. “What are your thoughts?”

“I think I can repair the damage here,” Cristina said, gesturing. “But it will be a long surgery complicated by his other conditions. Let me work up a treatment plan that we can present to him and his parents and take it from there.”

“When do you want to meet with them?” Alex asked.

“How about three o'clock?”

“Sounds good, I'll go update the family.” Alex left the room, just as Meredith arrived with two cups of coffee.

“It's good to see you here again,” Meredith smiled, handing a cup to Cristina. “We'll have to see how many patients we can use to prolong your stay.”

“Ha ha.” Cristina took a sip, savoring the dark brew. “My clinic won't run itself.”

Meredith smiled. “How is Shane doing?”

Cristina shrugged. “His wife is due to give birth any day now, so he's nervous and twitchy.”

“That's great for him.” Arizona smiled, sunnily. “So ... what are your plans for tonight? What do you say to drinks at Joe's?”

Cristina hesitated, thinking of Owen. “Well, I hadn't thought of what I want to do ...”

“We can invite Owen?” Arizona said. “Or do you not want him there ... ?”

“No, invite him,” Cristina said. “But it is a school night...”

“Kyle can drive Tricia around,” Meredith said. “He's very reliable. Both of the kids are terrific babysitters.”

“Owen has done such a great job with them,” Arizona said. She turned to Meredith. “Remember when he needed someone to have a girl talk with Tricia?”

Meredith laughed, turning to Cristina. “It was so cute. He came to us, Callie was there, and asked for a consult. He didn't know what she'd been told while living with her relatives and he wanted to make sure that she was prepared for menstruation.”

“And he also wanted someone to tell her to not have lots of sex and to not be a teenage mom,” Arizona added. “We became her mentors!”

“April was so mad that he didn't ask her but I think Owen thought she would be too Biblical about it,” Meredith confided. “So, whenever Tricia babysits, I try to drive her home so we can have our girl talk and I can check in with her. She's very bright and not at all interested in having a baby while in school.”

Cristina smiled politely. “I'm glad you can be there for her.”

Arizona looked serious. “Should we not talk about the kids? I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.” Cristina sighed. “I want him to be happy and if the children are making him happy, that's wonderful. I met them last night and I like them. I just don't know much about them. It's strange that ...”

Arizona's pager went off. She looked at it and stood up, rapidly. “I have to go. See you at Joe's?”

“See you at Joe's.” Cristina waved as Arizona left the room.

“Don't feel that you have to spend your evenings at my house,” Meredith said. “We had our time together in Boston. If you want to be with Owen, be with Owen.”

“Thank you.” Cristina took another sip of her coffee. “I ... want to be with him this week. Last night proved that he's still very much a part of me. I just don't know how ...”

The summer was filled with activity, as Owen put them in summer camps to give them opportunities they'd never had. Slowly, they began to open up to each other and the new house truly felt like home.

Owen sat in the living room and looked at the paperwork for the upcoming school year. After discussing things with Janet, he had a very important decision to make.

The children came into the house, after walking Smitty. He could hear Tricia putting away the leash, as Kyle sauntered into the room.

Owen put down the papers. “I checked your room, and your clothes are still all over the floor.”

“Sorry, I forgot.”

“Ha ha.” Tricia playfully elbowed him as she entered the room, Smitty on her heels.

“At least I go to bed on time,” Kyle shot back. She made a face at him as she settled down next to Owen.

“You would have more energy to get out of the bed in the morning if you got enough sleep,” Owen gently chided her.

“I try,” she protested. “It's so hard when I'm right in the middle of a good book.”

“I'm not trying to be mean, you know,” Owen said. “I really think both of you need to learn to take better care of yourselves. I know that nobody took the time to teach you before, but it's not too late to develop good habits.”

Kyle glanced at the bookcase before looking at Owen. “How come you're divorced?”

“Huh?” Owen frowned. “We wanted different things.”

Tricia pointed at the papers in Owen's hands. “What's that?”

“Information about school activities.” Owen replied. “Are there any sports that you kids would like to try?” She grabbed one of the pamphlets.

Kyle shifted his feet. ““You keep saying that you wanted different things, but you don't say what you wanted.”

Owen looked at Tricia and tried to delay the inevitable. “Why are you asking now?”

“Because Mike's mother thinks you're hot.” Kyle sat down across from him. “She wants to know why you're single?”

Smirking, Tricia put down the pamphlet and looked at Owen.

He exhaled. “I wanted to have children and Cristina didn't want to be a mother. She wanted to be a surgeon. She is a brilliant surgeon.”

“Why didn't she want to be a mother?” Tricia asked, puzzled.

Owen spread his hands, helplessly. “She just didn't.”

“Is that why you're a foster father?” Kyle asked.

Owen nodded. “I wanted to make a difference and help children.”

Tricia looked anxious. “What if you get married? And have a baby with your new wife? Are we going to have to go to another foster family?”

Sadly, he looked away. “I'm not going to get married again.”

Tricia opened up the pamphlet again. “I've always wanted to try soccer.”

Kyle coughed nervously. “How long are we going to stay here? What if we have to go to a new foster home and change schools again?”

Owen looked at him. He was a good kid and had found a place in Owen's heart, as had his sister. Owen instantly decided that now was the time to share his hopes for their future. “I was hoping that you would live with me for a long time. Maybe permanently.”

His hopes were raised by how Kyle's eyes lit up, while Tricia whipped around to face him.

“Maybe?” She asked, voice quivering.

Owen looked at Kyle again. The boy's eyes were full of a silent longing that touched Owen deeply. It was a longing for family that he felt too.

He smiled. “I really care about both of you, and if you're willing to listen to me, and let me teach you how to be responsible so that you can be independent when you're grown up ... I would like to adopt you.”

Gasping, Tricia jumped up and hugged him. He extended a hand to Kyle, who accepted it, then grinned as he was pulled into a hug. Smitty let out a happy bark.

After immersing himself in Chiefly duties for the morning, Owen ducked into an empty exam room. He pulled out his phone to text Cristina and paused – he didn't have her current phone number.

Someone knocked on the window. To his delight, it was Cristina. He pulled open the door and she stepped in.

“Hi.” She smiled tentatively.

“Hi.” He held up his phone. “I was going to text you but ...”

“But ...” She grabbed his phone and entered her contact information. When she looked up at him, Owen was grinning. “What?”

“I'm happy to see you,” he replied, his blue eyes glowing.

She couldn't help but smile as she returned his phone. “I'm happy to see you too.”

His grin turned foolish. “I feel like a teenager.”

“Indeed.” Cristina shifted her feet. “So, um, a bunch of us are going to Joe's after work for drinks, and you're welcome to come, but I'll understand if you can't, speaking of teenagers.”

“I'll be there,” Owen said. “Kyle can pick Tricia up tonight and there's leftovers in the fridge.”

“Right.” She sighed. “You have a whole new life now.” Without me.

“Yeah.” He swallowed, nervously. “Cristina, I want to spend time with you this week, I hope we can arrange something. Don't worry about the kids.”

Without giving it much thought, Cristina reached out and tenderly stroked his cheek, revelling in the familiar texture of his whiskers.

Owen's eyes softened, as they made contact with hers. Everything fell away and they were lost in the moment. Until his pager rang.

“Duty calls,” he said. “I'll see you at Joe's.” He gave her a quick kiss before leaving.

After he paid the babysitter and made sure that she got to her car safely, Owen walked upstairs to check on the kids. Kyle was asleep in his bed, with Smitty lying against him. Owen looked at the clothes and papers scattered on the floor and shook his head, amused. He recalled being a rebellious 13 year old boy, but never as messy as this one.

When he looked into Tricia's room, he discovered that she'd fallen asleep with a book lying open beside her. He tiptoed into the room and turned off the light beside her bed.

Looking around the room, he marvelled at how far she'd taken the freedom to decorate it, the first room that was truly hers. The walls were covered with photographs and posters, after a month of her agonizing over the perfect paint color. Everything in the room was neatly arranged and reflected her personality perfectly.

Sighing, Owen went downstairs to make himself a snack. His eyes fell upon the date and he paused. Cristina had now been gone for a year, and that didn't seem possible. As happy as his life was now, with Smitty and the children he was in the process of adopting ... his heart always knew that Cristina wasn't there.

Joe's was crowded that night, with plenty of people wanting to speak with Cristina. Unlike the party, she found it easier to mingle and catch up, now that she knew things were okay between her and Owen. Their eyes kept meeting across the room, but if one would step towards the other, someone would want to catch up with Cristina.

“Hey.” Derek clapped Owen on the shoulder. “I see you making goo-goo eyes with Cristina.”

“What?” Owen tried to laugh it off. “I do not make 'goo-goo eyes'.”

“BS. You two could not be more obvious.” Derek grinned. “It's adorable.”

Before he could retort, Owen was distracted by his ringing phone. “Just a second.” He stepped off to the side. “Hello?”

“Hey Dad,” Kyle said. “How are you?”

“I'm fine, what's wrong?” Owen's eyes sought out Cristina once more, fearful that he was being called away from her.

“Nothing's wrong. Tricia's trying to find out how long Cristina's going to be in Seattle so I thought I'd just ask.”

Owen chuckled. “I don't know.” He checked his watch. “Tell Tricia to go to bed now and I will see both of you in the morning. Good night.”

“Good night!”

Owen watched Cristina. She was wearing a maroon top that suited her complexion perfectly. April was talking to her now and he could tell that Cristina was tremendously bored.

He decided that he'd had enough watching. Purposefully, he strode across the room and grabbed her arm, not caring that she had been in the middle of saying something. He kept walking, taking her straight out the back door and into the cool air of the alley.

“Oh my – look at that!” Tricia gasped as they approached Lake Louise. Excited, she ran up to the edge of the emerald waters and stuck her hand in. Giggling, she pulled it out. “It's freezing!”

“It's fresh off of a glacier!” Owen laughed.

“Hold still.” Kyle pulled out his new camera and gestured to Owen and Tricia. “Let me take your photo.”

Tricia flung her arms around Owen and he held her close as Kyle took their photograph.

“Do you want me to take your photo?” A tourist asked Kyle. He handed her the camera, then stood on Owen's other side. Owen put his arm around his shoulders and they smiled for the camera.

“Thanks!” Kyle said.

“This is so beautiful,” Tricia whispered, looking at the surrounding mountains. Her eyes filled with tears.

“What's wrong?” Owen frowned.

“It's so beautiful,” she repeated. “We would never have come here without you.”

Kyle smiled bashfully, before taking a photo of the famous waters.

Touched, Owen reached out and wiped away her tears. “I want to give you so much. Like this trip, to celebrate the adoption being finalized.”

She nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Thank you. Dad.”

“Thank you,” Kyle quietly added. “It's our first time being out of the States.”

“I know. I figured Canada would be a good start,” Owen chuckled.

Cristina grinned as Owen tugged her until she was up against the wall. She pulled his face towards hers and their lips met.

“Owen,” she breathed. “Thank you for getting me out of there. This is better.”

He grinned. “I got tired of watching you.”

“Me too.” She kissed him again. “You're sure you can be here and not at home?”

He nodded, his eyes glowing.

“I thought ...” Cristina whispered. “I thought that you would have a baby with another woman.”

“There will never be another woman,” Owen whispered, cupping her face with his gentle hands. “Fate gave me the family that I was meant to have.”

“I'm glad that you got to be a father,” she stated, her dark eyes sad.

Impulsively, Owen spoke. “Why don't you come over for supper before you leave? I'd like you to see our home.”

“Really?” Cristina froze. “Won't that be ...?”

“It'll be okay,” he assured her. “Kyle and Tricia want to see you again, we'll just have a meal, and you can meet Smitty before you leave. Say, day after tomorrow?”

“Who's Smitty?”

“My dog.” Owen hesitated. “I got him right after you left.”

“Oh.” Cristina looked at the hope and fear in Owen's eyes. “Yes. Yes, I'll come over for supper.”

“Really?” He couldn't hide his excitement.

“Really.” Cristina kissed him again, and their lips met with a blinding flash of heat. Once again they lost themselves in the moment, as they kissed and fanned the flames of desire within. She felt Owen slowly press her against the bricks until their bodies seemed to meld into one.

Owen's heart pounded, as the heat grew hotter between them. He wanted to make love to her, right here, right now ... Slowly he pulled away.

Cristina looked up at him, her eyes hazy with desire. She knew what he was thinking ... now was not the time or place.

His hands reached out and touched her hair. She smiled at him, before taking his hand and guiding him back to the bar.

[Owen's voice] In the 21st century, the "perfect family" with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids isn't what we should aspire to have. Our true family is one that we make ourselves, with the people we care about the most, whether they are near or far.


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