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omeliaendgame · 4 years

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Disturbances

Heyy Omelia-Fans :-) Here is the requested Fic about Amelia being airsick. I hope you all like it!

“Good morning! Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome aboard United airlines, flight 479 to Chiacago...”, the Stewardess welcomed the passengers. Meredith, who sat next to Amelia took a deep breath. “Are you okay?”, Amelia asked her, since she knew about what happend to Meredith years ago. Meredith nodded. Meanwhile Owen, who sat on the other side of Amelia put away his phone and fastened his seatbelt. He took one look on Amelia´s and Meredith´s lap, as if he wanted to check their seatbelts too. He seemed to be satisfied and Amelia chuckled. “Do you know what´s great?”, Amelia asked him and leaned towards him. “What?”, he raised his one eyebrow. “When we arrive, we have the rest of the day to do whatever we want to do.”, she grinned. “Uh-huh, and what would that be?”, he asked with a premonition. Amelia tilted her head, as if she had to think about his question. Then he leaned towards him and whispered: “Let´s check out these hotel beds.” Owen smirked. “I heard they are particularly good for...” he whispered back but didn´t end the sentence. And he didn´t need to. These external missions were also known as “flirt-holidays” at the GSM. Just that until now, Owen and Amelia weren´t requested for the same case. But this time a complicated and rare case waited for them and Tom, Hayes, Jackson, Teddy and Jo, who sat in the rows before them.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, We are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please return to your seats and keep your seatbelts fastened. Thank you.”, the stewardess announced after one hour. And only some minutes later the airplane began jolting a little. Meredith looked outside nervously and Amelia put her hand on her shoulder. But although it was just a slight turbulence, suddenly she felt a wave of nausea hit her. And the occasional bucking of the airplane didn´t make it any better, so she leaned back and closed her eyes. She pressed her hand on her stomach in the hope to make the sickness go away, but it didn´t help either. “Hey, what´s wrong.”, Meredith asked when she noticed Amelia´s position. Also Owen had recognized something was wrong. “I feel sick.”, Amelia answered without moving. “Do you want some water?”, Owen asked and didn´t wait for her answer. He grabbed a bottle out of his bag and handed it to her. Amelia took it thankfully. “Better?”, Meredith asked. Amelia sighed. “Not really...I think I´m gonna have to throw up.”, she said as the sickness in her stomach got worse. “Just don´t vomit all over me.”, Owen said and gave her one of the bags out of the seat pocket. “Very sympathetic.”, Meredith commented ironically and stroked Amelia´s arm, when she began to throw up. “Okay?”, Meredith asked, when she stopped, “Do you want me to get you something? Water?” Amelia shook her head. “Don´t you feel any better?”, she asked compassionately. Amelia shook her head again. “You could help, too, Owen.”; Meredtih said then and gave him a look. “What could I do?”, Owen replied. Meredith rolled her eyes. “Like, your wife is feeling really bad and you sit there and don´t even say something.” Then Meredith turned her attention to Amelia, who was emptying her stomach again. “Oh Amelia...What can I do?”, she asked but didn´t get an answer. Amelia instead leaned forwards and rested her forehead on Jackson´s seat before her. Meredith stroked her back and looked at Owen again, who didn´t know what to do. “You could try to sleep a little. And dream of a husband, who is a little more comforting.”, she said to Amelia. “That´s not fair. Aren´t you a little bit overprotective?”, Owen asked Meredith. “I don´t blame you, Owen. It´s just funny how insensitive men can be.”, Meredith replied, amused by his attemption to defend himself. “Stop it.”, Amelia groaned, as she took the bag again. But she could just dry-heave, because her stomach was already empty. Meredith didn´t know, what else she could try to help Amelia, but there wasn´t much they could do in the airplane. Amelia just wanted the sickness to go away. The dry-heaving made her stomach hurt a lot and her eyes watering. “I could ask for a soda water.”, Meredith proposed, “Or maybe they have something against nausea on board.” Amelia shook her head. She wanted Meredith to stop talking for a moment. She really appreciated that her sister wanted to make her feel better, but she really hated to be pitied and Meredith exxagerated a little bit with that. But also Owen felt really bad for his wife now, because he could see how pained Amelia seemed to be. That couldn´t go on for the next 3 hours. He put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back slightly. She laid down her head on his shoulder. “My stomach hurts.” she moaned. Owen laid his hand on her belly and stroked it gently. And just the feeling of his warm hand, made it a little better, so Amelia could relax for a moment. She was so exhausted after vomiting continuously. “Could you give me the water?”, she asked Meredith then. “Of course.”, she answered and handed her the bottle. She was glad that Amelia seemed to feel better. Now they just had to survive the next few hours in the airplane. And as Amelia, she was looking forward to try out these hotel beds. But definitely just for sleeping.

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amelialincoln · 4 years

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Prompt: Can you please do a fic with Meredith and Maggie meeting the baby? Plz don’t forget to like and repost my fics if you enjoy, it makes all the difference! Also, please keep sending prompts and any questions. They make my day! Hope this lived up to expectations!💕

Guaranteed

Amelia was in awe of the tiny baby lying on her bare chest, his little head peeking through the neckline of her thin hospital gown. This baby was alive and breathing and not going to live for only forty-three minutes. She didn’t know whether she was relieved by this idea or even more scared, knowing that this baby would be a product of her own parenting.

“Hey, Mommy,” Link said softy, his forehead resting on the doorway as if he’d been standing there awhile. “You okay?”

“We’re good,” she answered before shrugging. “I can’t seem to get him to latch.”

“The nurse came?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “He was good for a bit but then stopped the minute that she left. I haven't been able to get him on since.”

“He’s sleeping?” Link asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, gazing down at the little resting infant on her chest. “He seems alright.”

“Maybe, he’s just not hungry.”

“Maybe.” Link moved to the bed, kissing her forehead and reaching behind her ear to tug at the elastic holding her hair in place. The chocolate curls came tumbling down from the loose bun.

“There we go.” He smiled. “I’m a lucky guy.” He met her deep blue eyes with a lopsided grin.

“I’ve never felt better in my life, sweaty and exhausted. Not to mention the horror movie scene going on below the covers.”

“They stitched you up?”

“While you were gone. Nothing like getting your vagina sutured without pain meds.”

“Amelia—” Link winced.

“Yeah, just you finally think the pain is over they inform you that they have to suture up all the perineal lacerations caused by your six foot two boyfriend’s baby coming out of your five foot three girlfriend’s vagina.” Link chucked, pulling Amelia’s hospital gown neckline towards him as he peeked at the little baby sleeping on her chest. “He wouldn’t fall sleep unless it was skin to skin contact. I had to take him out of his onesie and everything. You missed a lot of crying.”

“My kinda guy. Doesn’t settle for anything less than the skin to skin stuff.”

“Link.” Amelia rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn.

“You tired, babe? Want me to take him?” Link offered.

“Sure, but if he has a meltdown I’m leaving.”

“Oh so every time our baby cries, from now on, you’re just walking out?” He teased. “Don’t worry he knows his daddy.” As Link rolled up her gown and lifted the baby into his arms Amelia was shocked to see that he didn’t even stir. Instead, he only burrowed into Link’s chest further and babbled sleepily. “See? Daddy’s boy.” To which Amelia rolled her eyes. “Meredith and Maggie we’re asking about you and the baby. I told them I’d ask to see if you were up for a visit.”

Amelia’s eyes widened. “I completely forgot. Of course they can come meet him. It’s probably a good time since he seems so relaxed now.” She reached for her phone and sent a quick text to their sister group chat. “I’ll just get changed and maybe take a shower. Are they still at the hospital?”

“I’m not sure. They were in the attending lounge when I saw them. They could’ve gone home but I’m not sure.”

“Okay, well tell them I’m showering if they come and will be right out.” She leaned over to give their little boy a kiss on the forehead and Link a quick one on the lips. She entered the small bathroom attached to their room. Happy to get out of the thin and uncomfortable material of the hospital gown, she undressed quickly before stealing a look at herself in the mirror. She frowned as she studied her reflection. Her chest was enlarged, swollen and tender to the touch. Most likely from the failed attempts to get Jake to nurse. She ignored her stomach and was surprised to find her vaginal area discoloured with bruising. With Christopher her labor had been debatably easier and had experienced bruising but nothing like she was witnessing at that moment. Shrugging she turned on the shower and stepped in. She wasn’t shocked to find bleeding, which was minimal and normal.

She soothed her greasy scalp with the fragranceless shampoo and conditioner in the shower before washing the rest of her body cautiously and stepping out of the shower. She used the pathetically small towel hung up on the ring beside her before pulling on the pyjamas that Link had packed her. They’d decided on Jake Derek Lincoln after not only Addison’s husband, but the man who helped Amelia through her first pregnancy. Derek after the obvious. They’d talked about hyphenating their last names but it just seemed like too much of a mouthful and Amelia had made him promise that if he ever hurt her that she’d force him to sign off for it to be Shepherd immediately. To which he’d laughed before shrugging and saying that it didn’t matter that much to him anyways. When she opened the bathroom door she was surprised to find Meredith and Maggie in the hospital bed. Link glanced up at her from his chair.

“Still doing okay, babe?”

“All good,” she sighed, moving to the edge of the bed.

“Sorry, we couldn’t go home before seeing the baby. Maggie’s been complaining all day,” Meredith grumbled, a hint of joy, however, behind her eyes.

“I would’ve said you could come earlier—”

“It was worth it,” Maggie interrupted softy, her eyes not moving from the little bundle in her arms. “Hi baby. Have you guys decided on a name?”

“Jake Derek Lincoln, for now.” Amelia answered, narrowing her eyes at Link who chuckled.

“Until I screw up apparently,” Link teased, patting his lap for Amelia to come sit.

“Are you guys staying the night?” Meredith asked, eyeing the neurosurgeon’s obvious discomfort as she lowered herself slowly onto his lap. “Sorry, Amelia, come sit on the bed.” Amelia put a hand up and shook her head before leaning comfortably onto Link’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her legs up carefully.

“I’m trying to get Carina to let me go home. I feel almost safer in the presence of all of you than here,” she joked. “I just want to sleep in my own bed and we already have the crib set up and everything. Though, I doubt he’ll be leaving our arms for at least tonight.”

“Fair enough. You’re lucky your room is still yours. Since you’ve been at Link’s apartment so often Zola’s been begging for your room.” Meredith smiled before lifting the baby from Maggie’s arms and into hers.

“Hey...” Maggie whined. “I can go talk to Carina and then we could all leave together. We’re off until tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” Amelia nodded thankfully.

Prying the baby out of Maggie and Meredith’s grasp was almost impossible. Amelia had finally fallen asleep on the couch and Link has been attempting to convince them to give the baby up for the last half hour.

“You are the perfect baby,” Maggie cooed. She wasn’t wrong. Jake had hardly stirred other than to open his big blue eyes and gurgle happily, maybe grasping a finger before falling back into a motionless sleep. Although, to Amelia’s disappointment, was still having trouble relieving her of her swollen and sore chest.

“He has been pretty great today,” Link chuckled, running a hand distractedly through Amelia’s hair and wishing they could be upstairs so that he could be holding her and their newborn son. “I think they’re both pretty tired so we should probably head up now.”

“I could do this all night,” Meredith smiled, recalling on her days with Ellis curled up in her arms as Jake was now. “It’s weird to think these days are over...but probably for the best,” she laughed softy before handing Link his little boy.

“Thank you guys. Jake is really lucky to have a family like this to grow up in.” He was reminded of how little love had been shared between his parents during his childhood and promised silently to never raise his child the same way. As he glanced over at Amelia, sleeping soundlessly in his lap, he knew that it wouldn’t be difficult. “Hey babe,” Amelia yawned, her eyes opening into slivers. “Time to go upstairs. I’d carry you up but I don’t think I could manage you and the baby.”

“I guess those days are over,” Amelia mumbled tiredly.

“Goodnight, Amelia,” Maggie said as her and Meredith watched the two make their way out of the living room.”

“I can’t promise the kids won’t be all over the both of you tomorrow,” Meredith called. “They’ve been asking me about their new cousin constantly for the last couple of weeks. I’ll try to keep them at bay so that you can get some rest.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Amelia sleepily answered.

Once they were upstairs it took all of Amelia’s effort not to crawl into bed. She left Link to change Jake’s diaper and get him into pyjamas and walked into the bathroom. She changed into a loose pair of black shorts and an oversized t shirt. After washing her face, she examined the blood situation and returned to the room to find Link fast asleep with Jake babbling happily on his chest, playing with his father’s hair. “Oh so now you’re awake.” Amelia sighed. She lifted the baby into her arms and winced as Jake applied direct pressure on her chest.

“Usually when you complain about being sore a message helps,” Link teased, woken up by her groan.

“You’re not coming anywhere near my boobs for a very long time if this guy can’t get it together,” Amelia sighed.

“Well in that case let’s figure this out,” He smiled, pulling Amelia in between his legs and resting her back on his stomach. “I asked the nurse for some tips before leaving and she said you just have to try and cup it like this.” He wrapped an arm around her helping to guide Jake. “There we go buddy. Now here, Amelia, give me your hand. Like this, babe.”

“Oh,” she murmured as Jake finally latched on. “Why did you let me suffer through hours before telling me this.”

“Meredith and Maggie—”

“Could’ve waited!” Amelia exclaimed. Link laughed, burrowing his face in her neck apologetically and breathing in the sweetness of her perfume. Amelia relaxed into him. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” It wasn’t long before Amelia nodded off. Link removed the satisfied baby from her arms. Careful to not wake Amelia, he set Jake down, removing his scrubs and changing into a new pair boxers before crawling into bed. Not wanting to put Jake in his crib just yet, he placed the sleeping baby on Amelia, who cradled him in her sleep and wrapped his arms around her. Completely content with watching the both of them resting, he knew, that for himself, it would be a sleepless night.

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amelia-blackshepherd · 7 years

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Rethinking

So I wrote a little twist to last nights episode 14x06. It involves Owen and Amelia and it’s more how I wish things had turned out. Anyway let me know what you think :)

Amelia:

He might be a total blow-hard, but my mind, my sex deprived, high off surgery mind can’t help but remember back when I was his med student… back to when we use to have hot sex, a lot. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about this, but it has been like a year since I had sex. So, I find my mind keeps drifting back into those thoughts of me and Koracick…

And then he says those words, the words I have waited my whole career to hear, “… Because that would mean you weren’t still better than me. But you are still better than me.” Those words feel amazing to hear, it’s the kind of praise I never ask for but, God, is it nice to hear it. I feel like I am soaring when he says those, long awaited words to me, and they bring right back to my dirty thoughts of us in bed together, naked.

I’m really contemplating going there. I mean Owen and I said we were just friends, and it’s not like I haven’t slept with him before, it’s like recycling it’s good for… I’m sure my pupils are dilatated at my dirty thoughts, I’m still looking up at Tom, trying to persuade myself against it. Sure, we could go have hot, meaningless sex in the closest on-call room, but that’s not what I want, not really.

I can picture exactly how it would turn out, probably with me uttering the sentence ‘I dislike you so intensely’ because I do, I don’t love him or even like him. He is a blow-hard who cares more about his Knicks tickets than saving a patient.

But no, I shake my head clear of my thoughts, I know it’s a mistake, I am better than that. I care too much about Owen to sleep with Tom, who I don’t like at all. My relationship, even if it is just a friendship right now with Owen, that friendship is worth more than Koracick could ever be. Sex or no sex. So, I wish him a safe trip back to John Hopkins and I’m on my way to the intern mixer, instead of having hot, regrettable sex with Dr. Thomas Koracick.

Owen:

I’m a complete idiot, I tried to hit on who I thought was an intern, I’m getting too old for this. But it turns out she wasn’t an intern, so I came up with the lame yet honest excuse, that I hadn’t been working much lately, which is why I didn’t know her. She is pretty, and I haven’t had sex in a long time, and Amelia and I are just friends, so it’s not like it matters. Plus, I’m a little bit drunk right now and when she said her specialty is orgasms, I just couldn’t resist.

Our flirting progresses, and next thing we are in the hallway making out heavily, heading towards an on-call room. But I can’t stop my brain from wandering to Amelia, and what she said this morning, about ‘her love, the affection being real, and she knew because even with the tumor gone, it was still there.’ But than we somehow stupidly agreed to just be friends… man that conversation took a sharp turn from love to friends. Oh well, I mean it’s my fault, I asked her for the separation.

As the girl I’m kissing, I don’t really remember her name, maybe Caren, says something to me about keeping this going and getting a room. I pull out of the kiss, I’m breathless and still buzzed, but this feels wrong. I apologize to her before leaving her standing in the hallway. I can’t do this, not while me and Amelia still have a chance.

I’m not going to find Amelia right now, I’m too drunk and that won’t do us any good. But I couldn’t just keep kissing that girl, well I could have but I already feel slightly guilty about it, even though I have no reason to be, because me and Amelia are just friends. Regardless, I head back to the mixer, instead of having sex with a hot Italian lady, who’s name I still don’t remember.

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tinylittleshepherd · 2 years

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This is story one of six on fanfiction. There’s another 2 to 3 ‘books’ published on fictionpress ( https://www.fictionpress.com/~graciebecker) however I stopped at book 5 as the story no longer featured Omelia & family as front and centre, rather then Original characters.

Full disclosure: I am not a huge fan of the way this series is written as I feel like nobody is really written in character however it’s still a good read if you're looking for a long Omelia fix.

There is another author who also published these stories in similar format with permission so don’t be alarmed if you come across a duplicate!

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tinylittleshepherd · 2 years

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Not sure why it isn’t showing up but this is called Impossible Pain by Rizzlestiva on www.fanfiction.net. Please note Trigger warning for infant loss.

oh look. I branched out. Sorta. This is the friendship we were robbed of and I will unlive on this hill. April and Amelia talk after Samuel.

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amelialincoln · 4 years

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It’s me again, I wanted to see if you could write a prompt about Betty coming back, after Amelia has Jake, like her showing up at Mer’s and Amelia opens the door with the baby in her arms, and maybe Betty wanting to see Leo. I don’t know, I hope it’s not a terrible idea, also thank you

Mess is Mine

It was six pm and Link was making breakfast. She wasn’t sure if it was due to his love of breakfast food or their screwed up sleep schedule. After a restless night they’d been dosing in an out of sleep since this morning and into the late afternoon and only had decided to come down due to their hunger. They’d been spending the last couple of nights at Meredith’s so that they could pack all of Amelia’s thing up before moving to Link’s apartment permanently and to give Meredith and Maggie some quality time with Jake. Amelia nursed Jake in the living room. It was rare to have the house to themselves but Meredith was at a friend of Zola’s birthday party with the kids and Maggie was still at work.

“Do you want hash browns?” Link called from the kitchen. “Because I really want hash browns.”

“Sounds good,” Amelia called back, shifting Jake to the other side of her chest. “Can you make toast?”

“I think I’m going to do toast, fried eggs and hashbrowns.” Link entered the living room giving her a lopsided grin. He marveled at the sight of his girlfriend and child. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Definitely feeling it right now,” she joked, handing Jake to Link and rebuttoning her shirt. She swiftly tied her hair back into a messy bun, noticing the extra length. “It’s time for a haircut.”

“I like it long,” he grinned as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. “Those are the eggs,” he explained quickly as he passed Jake to her and reentered the kitchen.

“Hey, Jakey,” she laughed as he tried to grab one of her loose strands of hair. She glanced up as the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that, babe?” Link called from the kitchen.

“Yep,” Amelia replied, struggling to stand up with the heavy and squirming baby in her hands. “Come on, bud.” She always felt awkward opening Meredith’s door and usually having to explain that she was one of the three women who lived here and probably not the one they were looking for. She balanced Jake on her hip as she opened the door. “Hey,” she swallowed, not believing who was standing before her. “Betty, what are you doing here?” She scanned her for any evidence of drug use but the teenager looked completely sober.

“Hi,” Betty answered slowly, not taking her eyes off of the chubby baby that Amelia was supporting on her hip. “Um...I heard that you and Owen weren’t living together anymore. So I came here. I just wanted to see Leo. Please don’t call my parents.”

Amelia bit the inside of her cheek. “They don’t know your here?” She ignored Jake’s pudgy arms reaching out to Betty, which was common as he always wanted to be held by everyone in the room. Betty shook her head. “Leo’s with Owen. When we split up I gave him full custody. Which probably ended up being a good decision because...” she glanced down at Jake, pausing. “...I can drive you over there tomorrow?” She offered.

“Okay,” Betty replied, Amelia watched her she seemed to process everything going on. “Is he Owen’s?” She asked. As if on cue she felt Link’s arms wrap around her waist.

“What’s up?” He asked. “Hi, I’m Dr. Lincoln.” He extended a hand to Betty.

“Betty.” She accepted his hand cautiously.

“Do you want to come in?” Amelia sighed. Betty nodded.

After about half an hour of convincing Betty to let Amelia call her parents she was finally successful. And although they didn’t seem very happy about it, they allowed Betty to stay the night and for Amelia to drive her home tomorrow. She didn’t mention their visit to Owen’s tomorrow, which he had seemed fine with. However, she could sense his worry that Betty was having second thoughts through their texts back and forth. Over dinner they’d decided to go the the apartment since they had a spare bedroom there and no extra room at Meredith’s.

“How old is he?” Betty asked as Amelia was buckling Jake into his car seat.

“Two weeks.” She sighed, finally giving up and letting Link finish the job before sitting in the backseat beside him. She could see Betty doing the mental math out of the corner of her eye. “It wasn’t planned. Link and I started seeing each other pretty soon after Owen and I broke off.” She didn’t know why she had the urge to justify herself to the teenager. Betty nodded. “You can sit up with Link, if you want. I have to sit back here with Jake and it might be a little squished.

“I’m okay,” Betty replied and Amelia shrugged. Link was trying so hard to hide his confusion that he was going insane. Amelia briefly mentioned Betty before and he remembered the occasional time that he would spot her at the hospital but he had the nagging feeling that he was very unaware of the full story.

“I’m not that scary,” he joked. Betty gave him a weird look and Link cursed under his breath. Teenagers were so confusing.

They left early the next morning. Amelia tried to hide the weird feeling she had about leaving Jake for the first time since his birth. She knew the day would’ve come eventually but the thought of not having her baby sleeping soundlessly on her chest was making her a little uneasy. She tried to push away the thought as she buckled herself into the drivers seat. She glanced up to see Link waving Jake’s chubby hand goodbye and found herself suppressing tears as she waved back.

“What’s wrong?” Betty asked immediately.

“Stupid hormones,” she waved her hand dismissively before putting the car into drive.

“Oh yeah,” Betty hesitated. “I remember those.” Amelia bit her lip, glancing at the seventeen year old. She always felt that her teenaged years were similar to hers but she couldn’t have imagined adding a pregnancy to the list. She just nodded as Betty met her eyes and turned back to the road.

Owen met them at the front door with Leo in his hands. Amelia noted that, as she expected, he looked worried. He invited them in quickly. Amelia glanced around the familiar home, noticing Teddy’s little decorative additions. She wondered where she was.

“Where’s Teddy?”

“At the hospital,” Owen put simply. He set Leo down and he made a couple clumsy steps before tumbling over with a giggle.

“He’s walking,” Betty observed.

“Oh, yeah. Kinda,” Owen replied, distractedly peering into the kitchen.

“Da da!” Leo exclaimed happily.

“Hey dude,” Owen laughed. Amelia looked to Betty, who wore an expression that she didn’t recognize. They all walked to the kitchen and found Allison, who was messily eating cheerios in her highchair.

“Wow, you both work fast,” Betty mumbled, to which Amelia laughed.

“Some faster than others,” she joked, eyeing Owen who awkwardly lifted Allison into his arms. Betty looked down to see Leo pulling on her pant leg. She slid down onto the carpet and Leo lunged into her arms.

“He does that,” Owen chuckled. “He’s very cuddly. Unlike this one,” he noted as Allison began to fuss in his arms.

“Hi Leo,” Betty cooed. Amelia watched the two. As Leo grew older she’d begun to recognize the resemblance in her.

“What are you guys up to today?” Owen asked, setting Allison back down in the highchair and glancing between Amelia and Betty.

“Betty wanted to visit Leo. So I’ll probably just drive her home after this.”

“I can drive her if you need to get back,” Owen offered. “I can fill her in on what’s been going on.”

“Her parents—”

“Won’t care.” Betty cut in, Leo squirming in her arms. “I’ve fucked up enough already.”

“Careful, he’s repeating everyone’s words these days,” Owen grinned.

“Oh sorry,” Betty winced. “Is that okay, Amelia?”

“I mean it’s fine with me,” she shrugged, trying to conceal the fact that she was itching to be back in bed with Jake and Link.

Betty smiled. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Amelia shrugged, leaning down to give Betty a tight embrace. “Next time just call first.”

“Sorry,” Betty blushed. “I thought you might say no.”

“Never,” Amelia shook her head, “it’s not like I have to parent you anymore. Unless—”Betty interrupted her by lifting a six month sober chip from her pocket. “That’s my girl.” And she left with a sense of pride that swelled in her chest.

i don’t know how i feel about this fic. it definitely just feels all over the place but i hope whoever requested it enjoys!💕

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amelia-blackshepherd · 7 years

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Pumpkin Boys

So this is a future fic about Omelia and their family. There is probably going to be a second part. Just wrote this tonight, trying to get in the Halloween spirit.

“Clearly whoever said, ‘being a mother is a joy’ never had boys” I grumble later that night to Owen. “I mean really what would ever posses someone to put their head inside a pumpkin! A girl would never do that, and do you want to know why?” I ask, though it’s not really a question, as I am just ranting at this point. I continue “Because a girl has more common sense than that, a girl doesn’t stick her head inside something just because they are dared. But, oh no your son apparently does.”

“My son?” He questions me. Earning him a look from me. He continues anyway, “Amelia… come on it is kind of funny, he put his head inside a pumpkin and got stuck. He is fine, so you can laugh about it now.”

“Why, just why Connor” I ask half terrified, half laughing my ass off, as I stand in the kitchen with my two boys, one of whom for some unbeknown reason put his head inside a pumpkin. ‘He must be Owen’s son because surely my child would never, put his head inside a freaking pumpkin’ I think to myself, still waiting for my youngest son to respond.

“Ricky told me too!” His muffled voice exclaims from inside the pumpkin.

I quickly turn my attention to my laughing eldest and give him a look, waiting for him to explain, although I’m not entirely sure there is an explanation for this. Once Ricky got his breathing under control he quickly stated, “Woah hold on, that is not exactly what happened, I dared him to, he could have said no.” Ricky says it like he is absolutely innocent in this situation.

“You should know better, you are the oldest, why would you even dare him to do such a stupid thing?” I ask exasperated by the whole situation. ‘Thank god Owen is home with the girls and he can help deal with these boys of his.’ I think as I see his truck pull in the driveway.

“It’s not my fault mom!” Ricky whines, just as Owen walks through the door, causing him to ask, “What’s not your fault bud?” as he helps the girls take off their jackets. But his question is answered when he looks up and sees a pumpkin where his son’s head should be.

Now focusing my attention back on Connor who is starting to freak out as he can’t get his head out of the pumpkin. I’m freaking out a little bit but not Owen, he comes over and calms Conner down some. Thankfully I married a trauma surgeon, so Owen quickly gets the situation under control and after a few minutes Connor easily escapes his pumpkin trap.

He comes running over to me nearly in tears saying, “sorry mommy”, and I can’t be mad at him as he looks up at me with his innocent baby blue eyes. I tell him “It’s okay Con.” He gives me a hug before whirling around to look at his big brother and demanding, “Pay up!”

I stare at him, because I can’t believe my baby boy just innocently charmed me, into forgiving him for doing such a stupid thing. Only to turn around a second later and claim his reward from his brother. While Ricky argues that he doesn’t actually have to pay Connor, I lean on Owen and say, “Your boys are little trouble makers.”

Owen chuckles and wraps his arm around me and says, “They are your boys too, Amelia.” To which I can only smile, as I continue to watch my boys debate whether Ricky has to pay Connor for the dare.

But my smile quickly fades when I hear Ricky tell Connor “If you can fit your head in my pumpkin, I’ll give you double the money.” Before Connor can respond both me and Owen firmly yell “NO!”

“What are we going to do with them.” I say to Owen as I collapse onto our bed. “Boys are nothing but trouble.”

Instead of responding Owen rolls over so he is on top of me and kisses me hard. When we finally pull apart he looks at me and asks “Are you done? Because I know a boy who’d really like to get in trouble with you.” He suggestively says as he pulls me into another passionate kiss. And my thoughts about my trouble making pumpkin boys disappear from my head, at least for a little while.

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Pumpkin Girls

So this is part II of Pumpkin boys, this one is a bit longer and takes place a few years after Pumpkin Boys. Halloween spirit I guess and getting my homework done early allowed me to write this.

The day Before Halloween: Thursday

I’m sitting at the counter sipping my afternoon coffee, when Owen walks through the door along with three of our four children. The only one missing was, Ricky, who was still at college for the day and ‘too old’ for Halloween, especially with his family.

Olivia, the baby of the family, comes bounding over to me with a big smile. She’d gotten to pick out her costume by herself for the first time this year, and she was thrilled about it! I let her infectious overcome me as I asked, “Did you have fun picking out your costume baby?”

“Yes! Daddy let me look through the whole store until I found the right one. Wait. I’m going to try it on and show you” Olivia excitedly gushes, as she turns to her dad to get her bag. Connor does the same and grabs bag, leaving Owen empty handed.

Owen looks incredibly drained, and I wonder if it’s from costume shopping with a 7-year-old, 12-year-old and a 16-year-old or, if something else happened. I am distractedly concerned about Owen’s tired look, until my 16-year-old daughter, Eve speaks up, “Okay, so I’ve already seen her in about a million costumes today, so I am going to go over to Maddie’s now cause we have plans, is that okay?” She asks more to Owen than me, although she is already heading towards the door, before either of us answer.

Owen replies first, “Just be home for dinner, Pumpkin.” Adding his term of endearment that started when Eve was five and dressed up as a pumpkin for Halloween. Eve nods her head in agreeance as she grabs her coat and heads out the door.

When I turn back around to face Owen, I see a look I can’t quite identify in his eyes. “So, only two costumes for three kids? I don’t think that math is going to work out.” I jokingly tease. But we are interrupted as our two youngest come back in the room dressed as a pumpkin, and Superman.

I fuss over my two beautiful children as they excitedly tell me all about their days. Meanwhile I notice Owen is unusually quiet, he has already seen the costumes, but, normally he loves listening to our children babble on. Something is definitely off with him.

The Night Before Halloween: Later that night, after all the little ones were in bed and we were getting ready for bed I tossed my pillow at him, “O, what’s wrong? You’ve been oddly quiet since you came back from Halloween shopping?”

He grumpily throughs the pillow back onto our bed and replies almost accusingly, “Did you know Eve doesn’t want to go out trick-or-treating with us this year?”

“Well that isn’t exactly a surprise, she is seventeen after all. Did you go out trick-or-treating with your family when you were seventeen? Besides it wasn’t a big of a deal when Ricky stopped trick-or-treating and he was far younger than Eve.” I say trying to help him look at this rationally.

“No, but…” He knows I am right, yet it still upset him. “She said she wanted to go to a friend’s house! On Halloween! She’d rather spend time with her friends than me, us, her family. She didn’t even look at any costumes, because she said, ‘her and Maddie already had plans to do that’! Can you believe that? Not only is she blowing us off for Halloween but she’s… it’s like she doesn’t even want to spend time with me…” He sadly trails off.

“Come on, Babe, if that were true why would she have gone with you, Connor and Olivia to the costume store?” I ask hoping he knows deep down that his daughter still loves him, she is just growing up.

“Because, she wanted to corner me to ask if she could go to Maddie’s party on Halloween instead of going out trick-or-treating like we usually do. She knew I couldn’t say no to her, especially when we were out in public, and I was preoccupied keeping an eye on Con and Liv.”

“I’m sorry babe she is growing up what can I say.” And with that we go to bed, Owen still upset that his little girl wasn’t so little anymore, and me not really seeing it as a big deal.

Halloween Night: Friday

It was only 8:30, and Owen and I were contently back on our comfy couch, handing out candy to the few remaining older tricker-treaters. Our kids were done for the night, partly thanks to the large amount of candy the had collected, also due to the cold October, weather.

As we started watching a movie, our eldest, Ricky, came downstairs, with a bag of chips he likely got off his younger brother. When he saw us in the living room he came over and sat down with us, “Hey you guys are home. No emergencies at the hospital tonight?”

“Why?” I ask, “Are you hoping to score some pre-pre-med practise?” I jokingly say as he recently announced that he was going to do pre-med once he finished college, which we were incredibly proud of. But also, thankful it was a few years away, as he was only in his first year of college.

He laughs before quipping back at me “No, I just figured when dad would be in the ER after he saw what Eve wore tonight.”

I can see Owen’s entire body tense up as he takes in what Ricky just said. “What do you mean?” I ask. But Owen jumps in before Ricky can respond, “Are you messing with me? What the hell was she wearing?” Owen demand to know.

Ricky stammers some before guiltily replying, “You didn’t see her, did you?” When he is greeted with blank stares awaiting an actual answer he continues, “I assumed you guys knew what her costume was, at least to some extent…” He pauses before continuing, as much as he doesn’t want to rat his sister out, he knows not telling Owen and I is not an option. “She was wearing an army costume.”

Owen breaths out a sigh of relief “That isn’t bad, you really had me going there, buddy.” But my motherly instincts were telling me Ricky’s wasn’t telling us everything. I give him a serious mom look that he knows better than to ignore, meanwhile saying, “and…”

“Well… ah… it’s very err… adult…” He hesitantly tells us. I quickly understand what he means; our 16-year-old is off at a party dressed in a sexy army costume. While I may have understood what she was up to, Owen’s brain on the other hand wasn’t letting him put it together. I sent Ricky upstairs to check on his siblings, he obliged willingly, probably grateful his part in the conversation was over.

“Owen…” I start off, just as he pieces together what Eve is dressed up like. He cuts me off before I can continue “Oh my god… she isn’t-”

“Dressed as a sexy army woman… I think she is” The disappointment clear in my voice, as I vocalize both our thoughts.

“We have to go get her.” He starts, “Amelia come on, get up, we have to go get that daughter of yours, so I can kill her.” I know he doesn’t seriously mean that last part, and I am also aware I need to be the voice of reason right now.

Still seated on the couch, and very upset with my daughter, I shake my head at Owen. Who frantically wants me to go pull our daughter out of a party. Part of me agrees with him, but seeing as I’ve been this girl. The one who sneaks off to parties and disobeys her parents, I’m also aware it will only make it worse. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, it will only make it worse.” I reply to him.

“So, what? We just do nothing?” He exclaims at me.

“No. She is definitely not getting away with this, but storming over there, with all her friends there. pulling her out of a party, it is only going to make her rebel more.” I say, hating that I am right.

Halloween Night: 10:00pm

I tuck Connor into bed kissing him goodnight on the head, it’s past his bedtime and he’s already half asleep. I meet Owen in the hallway, where he wraps his arms around me, telling me, “Olivia just said she wants to go trick-or-treating with me every year.”

He has a goofy, happy smile plastered on his face. I’m about to send him back to reality telling him, ‘You know it won’t last right? She will grow up too, they all will.’ But I stop myself, as he is having a hard-enough night with his baby girl being off at a party, in a scandalous costume.

Halloween Night: 11:05pm

“She still isn’t home” He storms. I whisper for him to lower his voice, fearing he will wake the kids. It doesn’t work, he continues his ranting, “Her curfew is 11:00pm, not 11:05! Amelia, she has never been late for curfew before, what if something happened to her!” He is really concerned now, as am I, but she’s only a few minutes late, so I’m trying to stay calm.

“I’m sure she’s fine, she is probably on her way home now.” I’m really hoping she is, because if she doesn’t walk through that door very soon, any calmness I have will be gone.

“Probably fine!” He practically fires at me, “If she was fine, Amelia, she’d be home, not out past her curfew, doing god knows what, in a slutty costume…” I can see pain in his eyes as he uses those words referring to his baby girl. He continues, “…At some party, with some stupid boys, oh god… What if she is with a boy! What if he…, Amelia, I can’t deal with this!”

“Owen, she is smart, I’m sure she isn’t off with some guy…” Although I’m not really sure anymore, because the daughter I know wouldn’t sneak out of the house in a sexy costume, and she certainly wouldn’t miss curfew. “If I could make her come home this instant I would, but I can’t, she isn’t answering her phone… I’m scared to O, this isn’t like our little pumpkin.” I finish saying as I pull myself into a hug against Owen’s chest, willing myself to be calm, telling myself that she is fine.

The door swung open moments later, and in walked our daughter, wearing a costume I had feared she was wearing. She stopped when she saw me and her father standing there, waiting for her. “Uh, you guys didn’t have to wait up.”

It boils my blood the way she says it. Like she hasn’t done anything wrong, like she didn’t avoid our calls and texts, like she wasn’t wearing an outfit I wished I never had to see my daughter in, like she didn’t sneak out of the house in said outfit when she knew we were out with Olivia and Connor… I was mad now, I just didn’t know where to begin.

Owen did though, “We didn’t have to wait up! It’s 11:20 young lady, past your curfew, we were worried sick! And what the HELL are you wearing… no don’t answer that, I can see what you are wearing. Why didn’t you answer our texts or calls?” This time he did wait for her to answer.

Which she lamely supplied an excuse of, “Sorry, my phone died, I lost track of time at the party, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry daddy.” She never calls Owen daddy anymore, unless she wants something, it is her way of softening him up. And it might have worked, had her phone not dinged and lite up at that moment. Causing her to look down at her phone, completely undermining her lie.

“Four weeks, school and home that’s it, no friends, no parties, and no phone.” Owen decisively stated.

“Oh my god! I didn’t even do anything, you are so over reacting!” Eve fought back.

I intervened “Room. Now. Unless you want to add to your punishment.”

Halloween Night: Goodnight

“What happened to my sweet little pumpkin… It’s like all of the sudden she turned into some wild creature, that I don’t even recognize as my daughter.” Owen sighed, as we were heading upstairs to bed for the night ourselves.

I sadly shake my head and tell him what I came to realize tonight, “Unfortunately O, she isn’t our little pumpkin anymore. I think… she is turning into a teenage version of me. Like the hurricane Amelia teenage me, and that is the scariest thing I’ve ever thought.”

Why do they have to grow up, they go from sweet little pumpkins girls, to hurricanes way too fast. “At least for now we still have as our sweet pumpkin, Olivia.” I say on a slightly happier note.

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The Word: Pause

So I wrote this short story about “Pause” and I know I read the story Pause a little while ago by @omeliathehurricane, and I just want to say this is a different spin on it. Although your story inspired me to write this.

Pause. It came up in both my marriages… I didn’t know it was possible to hate a word, that is until pause came into my adult life.

With Christina, pause was all thanks to Meredith. It was her idea for the twisted sisters, to have a specialized phone noise that meant: urgent! Which meant for everything else got put on hold or rather pause. Conversations with me, fights with me, sex with me… that one was the worst. Whatever she was doing or we were doing, got put on pause the second that maddening, infuriating, incessant ringtone would chime.

I’d tried to get Christina to ignore it, but when she gave the command: pause, there was no joking around. For some reason she fully expected me to go along with it, to just pause, whatever we were doing! Which admittedly, I did because what real choice did I have in the matter. I hated the command pause.

After she left for Zurich I thought for sure I was done with hearing the word pause, especially when it came to my sex life. But than a hurricane named Amelia Shepherd came into my life. She is the true love of my life and as it turns out she knew about this pause rule too. But this time I’m not complaining,

Pause. I don’t think she ever used it when we were dating, although I kind of wish she had now. Her pause and Christina’s pause were not the same thing, at all. Amelia didn’t say pause due to an emergency text from Meredith. Oh no when Amelia says pause it works out much, much better for me.

Hard conversations, arguments or even just bad moods that is when Amelia Shepherd, my wife uses: “pause”. Pause with her meant a pause from reality; problems, fights, stupid moods, or stubbornness got put on pause. Man do I ever love this pause, this pause typically results in sex. And as an added bonus, afterwards sometimes the stupid little fights or moods have disappeared. It didn’t solve our problems but it made the little bumps in marriage a lot more fun.

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Better Than Me

Another short story I just wrote, as I take a break from school work/studying. Post 14x06 Amelia POV, involving her decision to sleep with Koracick and the line “Better than me”

Hearing Koracick tell me I was ‘Better than him’ was a huge compliment. Subconsciously I think it is why I slept with him. It was like a role reversal from my relationship with Owen. Which is exactly what I needed, a pallet cleanser after Owen.

I always have thought Owen was perfect. He is such a decent, honest man, where as I am a mess, all of the time. He is too good for me, he is better than me; I felt that way during our whole relationship. I screw everything up, and despite what he says, he doesn’t screw everything up, he is perfect.

I still care about him deeply, even after all the hurt and confusion we have put each other through. I still love him, so much, but he is better than me, he is simple a better person than me. There is no way around that, so I have to accept that, just like I need to accept that we are friends now, possibly permanently.

It was different though with Koracick, I had the power weirdly enough. Yes, he was my mentor and teacher, so he had the power back then, but now after him begrudgedly admitting that I am better than him, I had the power.

Sleeping with him definitely wasn’t the best choice, but, what’s done is done. I need to find out who I am, that is what is most important right now. Because maybe, I am better than I give myself credit for, and maybe not, but I deserve to find out.

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Tumor Truth

Hey so this is my first fanfiction ever, also just a note I wrote this very quickly. But I hope you like it. And I got this pompt from looking on @omeliafics page. The prompt was: set after 14x02 Amelia shows up owens door telling him that now she understands why she left and why she acted that way! She's grying really badly and owen doesn't understans what happening.

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Amelia POV:

I can’t look away. The excitement and joy tumors normally bring me is gone as I stand there staring at my own scans. This tumor, has changed who I am, how I act, what I d, it changes everything… L.A., James, running away to Seattle, my patients, my screw ups, my family… oh god Owen. What if my mother was right he was just another impulsive decision. Owen was right too something is wrong with me, and I yelled at him and got mad and told him to go be with Teddy, what the hell was I thinking, what have I done. What if the tumor is what made me fall in love with him, this is going to change us, if there is even still an us to change. As these thoughts go whirling around in my head my fingers unconsciously rub my wedding band and I know; I have to tell him, he deserves to know.

I’ve never struggled with talking, L.A. me didn’t give a crap about saying whatever came to mind, a chuckle to myself as I hear Violets voice telling me to filter. Wow I’ve changed since then, but then again, this tumor explains that, which is why I am here to tell Owen about this. Yet as I stare at him walking into our… his house, I can’t will my feet to move and follow him.

As the time ticks by and I’m still standing there waiting to move my feet, the universe gives me a slight shove as the Seattle weather changes to typical rain. The cold water hitting me pushes me out of my head, my tumor filled head, and into action as I start walking toward the door. I don’t think anymore I just do, I have to tell him. I reach the front door and I freeze, it’s so weird I have a key, it’s my house too yet I raise my cold, wet hand and knock on the door. So much has changed since I ran away from here, from Owen, from home.

I can hear movement inside, part of me want to make a dash for it and run away all over again, probably the tumor side, but I don’t have time as the man I love or maybe the man my tumor loves opens the door at that exact moment. We are face to face, there is no going back I have to tell him. I can see the hurt and confusion in his eyes, and I think how I’m the reason for it, so I start talking before I can stop myself before he can stop me. The words come rushing out, in my typical hurricane word jumble way, “Owen, you were right, what I mean to say is I know why I acted the way I did the reason I ran, the real reason… and I realize you probably don’t even care at this point after everything I’ve said to you and how I treated you. But well I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t control what the tumor was making me do.” And there it was I said it, admittedly not in the best way I could have but it’s out there now, no going back. The words just keep tumbling out of my mouth “I mean I have a 10cm tumor in my left frontal lobe, which controls my impulse control and my plan making and well you know… I thought you should know you were right about me, about something being wrong with me. It’s not PTSD, I don’t need medication or whatever but I do have a brain tumor, a freakin’ brain tumor. So yeah now you know.” I finish with a shaky breath as I’m out of air from my rambling. I turn to leave as I know this tumor doesn’t fix me and Owen, hell it doesn’t fix anything.

Owens POV:

When I heard the knock at the door I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but it sure wasn’t my soaking wet wife. And before I could say anything she started talking, which in a weird way I missed. I know I always complained that she talked everything to death but since she ran out on me, she hadn’t talked to me about anything, even when I wanted her to. So partly out of shock at her showing up out of the blue and being ready to talk I didn’t say anything. I just let her talk and tried to absorb what she was saying despite that she was talking a mile a minute, but as she kept talking, the words weren’t making any sense to me, it was as if she wasn’t speaking a language I had ever heard before. The words she was saying my brain just could not compute… Did my wife just say she had a tumor… a brain tumor at that. She’s a neuro surgeon is this some kind of sick joke? But as Amelia kept talking and I looked into her eyes I knew she was telling the truth and that she was 100% terrified. I hated how she kept saying I was right, but I didn’t want to be right, not like this, PTSD was one thing but a tumor was something else.

I was still trying to process everything that had just come out of her mouth in typical Amelia fashion when she turned and started to walk away. I couldn’t let her do that, sure things between were awful but I still loved her and she needed me, whether she wanted to admit it or not. So, I ran out into the rain and pulled her into a hug in our driveway. I wasn’t sure if she was crying or shaking from the cold Seattle rain or maybe both. Either way I wasn’t about to let go of her, because in that moment I just needed her to know I was there for her. Despite our problems, despite everything I was there for her and I always would be. This tumor as terrible and unfair as it was to her, had brought her back to me and while I wasn’t sure we could fix all our problems, I knew that I wanted to be with her. I wanted my Amelia back, I wanted us back. I had a feeling this was the beginning of us becoming us again.

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