Cristina smirked as she stepped into the trailer. Owen was humming as he wiped down a counter. After he'd moved in, the small trailer was the cleanest she'd ever seen it.
"Hey!" He smiled and greeted her with a kiss. "Good timing, the lasagna is almost ready."
"Smells good." She pulled off her jacket and flung it on a chair. "We heartily approve of your conditions upon returning as the Chief of Surgery."
He grinned. "Thanks."
"I'm sorry things got so bad." She reached out and grabbed his hand. "Everything went to hell without you today."
Owen dropped his sponge. "Thank you for warning me."
"I am done keeping secrets from you." Cristina pulled him close and kissed him again. "You're my ,.. honey."
He grinned. "And you're my ... precious pearl."
"Cupcake." Her eyes sparkled as her hands moved to his belt.
"... Smoochie." His hands were cupping her breasts.
"Give it to me ... Sugar Daddy."
Owen cracked up. "Why are all of your cutesy names about food?"
"Because I want to eat you," Cristina laughed, leaning against him. Chortling, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap.
"You ..." He lifted a hand and caressed her face. "You are my sweetheart."
"And you're mine," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And you are the best damn Chief of Surgery for our hospital." She kissed him, lingeringly. "Now what do you say we get naked and I can enjoy me some ... 'pumpkin pie'."
Owen threw back his head and howled, while she dissolved in giggles. Sitting there, filling the trailer with their laughter, Cristina knew that they were going to be all right.