EPILOGUE

Owen, Cristina and their 26-year-old son, Dylan stepped off the plane and into the terminal at JFK. They looked around for their 18-year-old daughter, Jasmine and their 25-year-old son, Ethan. They spotted them almost immediately – Dylan with his red hair and Jasmine with her long, ebony curls.

"There they are," Cristina said. Her children rushed forward to greet their parents. Everyone hugged each other, tightly. It was a real happy reunion, as Cristina, Owen and Dylan had come to New York for Ethan's graduation from Columbia Medical School. Dylan, who was just finishing his first year internship at Seattle Grace, had gone to school at Johns Hopkins. Neither had applied to go to Stanford or Harvard, where their parents had attended medical school, because they wanted to carve out their own paths.

Eighteen-year-old Jasmine, soon to be turning 19, had just finished her first year at Barnard College. Unlike her brothers, Jasmine had no interest in medicine but wanted to be a writer. It was ironic, given that she looked so much like her mother, a two-time Harper Avery award winner. Cristina was not the only Harper Avery award winner in the family as Owen had also won one, too.

"So my little boy is graduating from medical school, tomorrow," Owen said, hugging his red-headed son.

"Dad, I am not a little boy. You're ruining with my cred with the ladies," Ethan protested, disentangling himself from his father's arms. Owen laughed.

"I guess we should just drop you guys off at the hotel," Jasmine said, shaking her dark, raven curls.

"You look so much like your mom did when I met her when she was 18 years old," Owen said, looking at his daughter's face. "I fell in love with her the moment I saw her."

"Hey, hey," Cristina said. "I am still hot. And you would still fall in love with me if you met me now."

"Yes, I would," he said, stopping to give his wife a big kiss on the mouth.

"Oh, gross," Dylan said. "See what I have to deal with back at Seattle Grace. Dad is the Chief of Surgery and Mom is the head of Cardio and they are always kissy-face. I get a lot of flak from the other interns about my parents. This is what you have to deal with, Ethan, when you start your internship."

Ethan shook his head, while Jasmine had a huge smile on her face. She loved that her parents were still in love with each other after so many years. That is what she wanted for herself.

They all piled into Ethan's SUV as they drove into the city. They dropped them off at the Four Seasons on East 57th Street.

Ethan remarked, "I don't know what you guys have with the Four Seasons Hotel, Mom and Dad. You always like to stay at the Four Seasons, no matter what city we're in."

Owen and Cristina looked at each other and smiled. As they dropped their parents and their sibling, Jasmine and Ethan headed back to their own apartment.

"So you're going to tell them, right?" Ethan asked his younger sister.

"Yes, I am," she said. "I don't want to keep him a secret, anymore."

"Good, I think you're doing the right thing, Jazz," Ethan said. "He's a good guy, they will like him."

"Do you think they will get mad? The age difference and all," she asked.

"I don't think so. Dad met Mom when she was 18 years old and there is like eight years between the two of them. Look at them, now, they're still so happy to be together, after all these years," Ethan said.

"Yes, they are. I hope to be like that, when I get to be their age," Jasmine said.

"Don't tell them this, but me, too," Ethan said. "I just have to find the right girl."

"I think I found the right guy," Jasmine said.

"I am glad you think that way. Spencer is a great guy," Ethan said with a twinkle in his eye. "And he is my friend."

"Yeah," Jasmine answered, with a smile, as she thought about her boyfriend, Spencer O'Quinn. "I think I will tell Dad first and gauge his reaction, then I will let him tell Mom about Spencer."

"Ah, you're buttering Dad up because he has a weakness when it comes to you," Ethan said. "It's only because you look like Mom. When he sees you, all he can think about is when he met her when she was 18."

"Well, that's the advantage I have over you and Dylan," she said. "I have to use it."

Just then, her phone rang. She dug into her handbag. "Hey, Spence," she said, answering the phone. "Yes, our parents are here. Yes, don't worry, I am going to tell them about you and introduce you.

"Stop panicking that they are both Harper Avery winners. They are both brilliant surgeons but they are still human, Spence.

"Okay, I am going to talk to my dad, tomorrow before the ceremony and then we will introduce you. Alright, bye, then."

Ethan chuckled. "He's panicking! That is hilarious."

Jasmine said, "Yes and it is driving me crazy." They both laughed at Spencer's expense as they headed back to their apartment.

The next day was a lovely spring morning in New York. The sun was shining as all of the Hunts gathered for Ethan's graduation ceremony at the auditorium. Jasmine sought out her father, leading him by the arm to a spot outside of the hall.

"What's up, Jazz?" Owen said. "Why are you taking me away from your mother?"

"I need to talk to you, really badly," Jasmine said.

"What's the matter? You're getting me a little scared, here," Owen said, anxiously.

"No, Dad, nothing major is wrong. I need to talk to you about my boyfriend," Jasmine said, quietly.

"You have a boyfriend? This is the first I am hearing of this," he said, smiling. "Am I going to meet him?"

"Yes you are. His name is Spencer O'Quinn and he is a friend of Ethan's. In fact, he is graduating today with Ethan," she said.

"If he is graduating today, Jazz, then that means he must be about 25 or 26 years old," Owen said.

"Yes, I know that," she said. "I know he is older but you were older than Mom when you met her."

"This is true," Owen said. "I fell for a teenager. In the beginning, Grandma Helen did not like me at all."

"I know that but I am hoping that it will be different with you and Mom. He's really a great guy. He is smart, kind and really, really good to me. You can ask Ethan. He can vouch for him," Jasmine said, trying to make the best case for her boyfriend.

"Also, another thing. He has a lot of student debt. His family is not like ours," she said. "But he is going to start his internship at Columbia Presbyterian."

"I had a lot of debt when I was a resident. That's one of the reasons Grandma Helen did not like me. But I am not going to hold that against him, Jazz," Owen said. "I will make my own assessment of the young man. I assume I am going to meet him, today."

"Yes, you are. Another thing, Dad. Would you tell Mom about him?" she said, with a sweet smile.

"Ah, so you're using me, so I can soften up your Mom for you," he laughed. He reached over and hugged his daughter. "I am sure I am going to like him, Jazz. If you and Ethan like him, he must be a great guy."

"I don't just like him, Dad. I love him," she said.

"You love him," he said. "I guess this is serious, honey. Well, we really have to meet him, now."

"Thank you, Dad," she said. They put their arms around each other and joined Cristina and Dylan in the hall. Owen took the seat next to his wife and started whispering to her. Jasmine watched the changes in her mother's expression to gauge how she was taking the news. In the end, she saw her mother nodding.

The graduation ceremony was as expected, long. The family clapped loudly when Ethan crossed the stage to collect his diploma. Jasmine noted that her parents took special attention to when Spencer O'Quinn's name was announced. She was proud of her tall boyfriend with the brown hair and grey eyes, as much as she was proud of her brother. Spencer looked for her in the audience and waved at her.

After the ceremony, Ethan and Spencer made their way to the Hunts. Spencer was clearly nervous. Jasmine took his hand.

"Good going, son," Owen said, slapping his son on his back. Cristina gave her son a kiss on his cheek.

"Mom, Dad, this is Spencer O' Quinn," Jasmine said. The young man with the floppy brown hair offered his hand to Dr Hunt and Dr Yang. "So honored to meet you," Spencer said, as Owen shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you, son," Owen said. Spencer shook Cristina's hand. "Dr. Yang, I am interested in specializing in cardiothoracic surgery and it is indeed a great honor to meet a pioneer like you."

"Thank you, Spencer," Cristina said. "So you're interested in cardio. Very interesting. Let's talk about it." Spencer was enthralled to have the ear of the amazing Dr. Cristina Yang. He followed her like a puppy dog to the reception hall.

"Well, Jazz," Owen said. "Spencer certainly knew the way to your mother's heart. Get her talking on cardiothoracics." He put his arm around his daughter. "Let's join them, shall we?" He, Jasmine, Ethan and Dylan followed Spencer and Cristina into the hall.

Later that night, as they lay in their bed at the Four Seasons, Owen turned to Cristina. "So what do you think of Spencer?"

"He is a lovely young man, ambitious, smart and best of all, he makes Jasmine happy," she said.

"We were nicer to him than your mom was to me," Owen said, chuckling.

"Well, that is because we are not dragons," Cristina said. Owen pulled his wife closer to him.

"I have loved you from the day I saw you. Tiny Asian girl with the sprained ankle," he said.

"Big, strong red-headed doctor who looked after me," she said, squeezing his biceps.

"But you didn't love me then. You were dating while I was calling you every night," he said.

"I didn't think that a doctor would be interested in an 18-year-old girl," she said.

"That's why I was calling you," he said.

"Well, it all worked out in the end," she said. "We have three wonderful children and we're happy."

"Yeah, we're happy," he said, as he claimed her mouth with his own.

THE END

A/N: So we have come to the end of this story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to leave your reviews because I would really love to read your comments as we have reached the end.