A/N: This is dedicated to all NYers who got a snow day today. I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am.

Snow Day (1/1)

There was nothing like it. The streets full of fresh powdery white snow inches and inches high. The laughter of families all with an unexpected day off, playing in the snow. Children having snow balls fights with their neighbors. Unplowed streets becoming adventures to navigate through.

Most people would use this day to watch movies or read books under a warm blanket with a cup of hot chocolate piled with soft mini marshmallows. Most people had that luxury, but not doctors, or nurses, or paramedics. On snow days, you were on high alert.

"You looked burnt out." Owen looked at Cristina as she walked towards him. He was standing by the trauma desk, chart in hand. She yawned using the clip board to cover her mouth.

"I am burnt out," she announced. "Three surgeries back to back. One bypass that seemed to last an hour too long. Don't get me wrong I love my job, but I need a nap." She yawned again this time longer and louder and Owen smiled. "You interested? You've been her longer than I've been."

Owen looked at his wife and smiled, "Give me fifteen and I'll join you."

"Did you call Ellie and tell her we're stuck here until after the snow goes away?" She asked.

"Yeah, she's totally handled, Rowan is in good hands, he has Mr. Binkster, crisis adverted. Oh, I also spoke to mom and told her we're holding until after the snow. She said she'll go over to the house when the roads are a little clear," he called after her as she tiredly walked away.

Cristina and Owen had been married for three years, they had a two year old son, Rowan, who quickly became Cristina and Owen's pride and joy. Owen was constantly sharing pictures with the trauma desk nurses, and Cristina was surprisingly a lot more maternal than she even gave herself credit for. She spent the last minutes of her last surgery freaking out when the Chief said he needed all hands to stay an extra shift due to the sudden snow storm.

Is there enough food in the house? Does he have enough pull-ups? Oh my God, Mr. Binkster's in the wash, he is going to freak out!, she thought. Mr. Binkster was her son's favorite stuff animal. A rabbit given to him by his Uncle Der.

Cristina was worn out, she audibly groaned when she laid down on the bed in the on call room and put her feet up. She stretched and Owen came to the room five minutes later and locked the door. Cristina took notice of the lock door and an eyebrow arched inquiringly.

"We're locking the door?" she said, surprised. Normally, they didn't lock the door, because usually locking the door of the on call room meant you weren't there for sleeping.

"I want to give you a massage," he said with a smile and Cristina eyed him suspiciously.

"What kind of massage?" she asked and he sat down at the end of the bed and placed her feet in his lap.

"What kind of massage do you want?" he grinned at her odd behavior.

"One that doesn't lead to sex," she yawned.

"All of our massages lead to sex, but I'll promise to try to control my baser animalistic needs if you do," he said sarcastically and she smirked.

"You get no worries from me, I'm too exhausted to move right now." She yawned again, closing her eyes.

Owen smiled at his wife lovingly and then took off her ankle socks. He began massaging the ball of her foot and she sighed in pleasure. A few minutes later, he switched to the other foot.

"Amazing," She murmured before promptly falling asleep.

Owen stood up and unlocked the door. Cristina turned on to her side as Owen grabbed a blanket from a cabinet. He slid up besides her, squeezing himself between her and the wall and covered them with the green blanket. Snaking his arm around her waist, he too fell asleep.

A/N 2: This was just a glimpse in the life of the Hunts. I might continue this story later on down the road.