#carina in bed? gonna be kissing those arms!

[lovelylexipedia]

I would love a jackson avery x reader fic where the reader is pregnant and jackson is running around after her at the hospital to make sure she isn’t putting too much pressure on herself so he takes her to the on-call room for a rest and it’s really fluffy because he talks to her belly? i’m sorry if this was really long! welcome to tumblr!🥰❤️

Rest is For The Weak – Jackson Avery x Fem! Reader

Type: Imagine (2,200+ words)

Requested: Yes! by @elljmaybank

Summary: Expecting her to stay home, Jackson leaves his pregnant wife home alone to go to work. When he catches her at the hospital, he does everything in his power to get her to stop and relax.

Warning(s): Grey's Spoilers, Fluff (lots of it!), Protective Figure, minor Angst

Note(s): Reader is 30 weeks along with Jackson's baby. Thank you for the request! I really hope I did it justice. I kinda rushed it at the end, but I hope it's okay :)

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I hear the bathroom door close slowly and scrunch up my face. I try to fall back asleep, but the small noises throughout Jackson and my's bedroom keep me from it. After a while, I let out a small yawn and open my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light coming in from the rising sun.

I make an attempt to sit up in bed, but my back protests, sore and achey. I let out a small groan and catch Jackson's face pop out from behind his closet's doorframe.

"Y/n, crap, did I wake you?" Jackson winces, taking quiet steps toward my side of the bed.

"No no no, my back is just killing me, this little stinker won't let me get comfortable. I tried reasoning with him, but he won't give." I groan again, laying on my right side.

Jackson sighs in relief and walks around the bed to my side. He kneels down and kisses me on the cheek, running a hand through my hair.

"Maybe he'll listen to me." He leans down to my tummy, removing the white comforter covering my body and lifting up my oversized pajama shirt. Jackson taps at my tummy and I giggle at the sight. "Hey, buddy," He whispers, "you gotta let your Momma rest... She's already cranky enough."

I laugh and roll my eyes, pushing Jackson's shoulder, and causing him to stumble over. "Okay, maybe no more talk time for you."

Jackson steadies himself with a chuckle and and stands up straight. He brushes off his dark jeans and zips up a grey jacket, fixing up the hood.

"I made breakfast and happened to have some left over. It's just some eggs and toast. I put it in a little container and left it on the island if you want it later." Jackson says as he makes his way to the other side of the bed to grab his keys from the nightstand.

"Thank you, you gonna be okay leaving me here alone?" I ask as Jackson walks over to the bedroom door.

"I don't know, are you gonna be okay alone?" Jackson replies sarcastically. I grin. "Alright, if you need anything, you can call me and I'll try to get here. If you can't reach me, try my mom."

"Okay, okay'" I say quietly, pushing myself up to sit up in bed despite the pain.

Jackson notices and frowns. He walks over again and leans down to kiss me. "Don't do anything too strenuous, okay? Just get your rest."

I scoot back against the headboard and nod, looking him in his bright green eyes. "Okay, I promise."

"I love you, Y/n." Jackson smiles, kissing me one last time before heading out.

I yell back an 'I love you' and wave as he leaves the room. I hear the front door shut a few seconds later and sit in silence. Every few seconds, I shift and scoot around, trying to find a way to ease the aches.

Jeez, bud, parenting better be less painful than this. I complain to myself.

After a few minutes of sitting alone with my thoughts, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I set my feet down and push myself up, holding onto my belly with my free hand in the process.

I decide to take a few steps, wobbling here and there. After what feels like hours, I finally make it into the kitchen. The eggs and toast sit inside a clear plastic container and I nearly gag at the smell.

No thanks...

I take it upon myself to make myself breakfast. I throw out the toast and eggs in the trash can and ponder what to eat. I find a nearly finished bag of Corn Flakes and take a bowl, pouring the cereal and eating it like popcorn. After that, I snack on a frozen Pop-Tart and drink a glass of milk.

Settling myself on the living room couch, I flick through TV channels, bored out of my mind. Minutes pass by like hours and I end up falling asleep on the couch.

The nap ends after an hour and a half, when I suddenly feel a few sharp pains in my right side. I rub my stomach and lean my head back, trying to calm myself down.

You're okay, bud. You're okay, Momma's okay. We're okay.

I take deep breaths, trying to keep my composure. I grip the arm of the couch with one hand and force myself to stand. I stumble across the house, still rubbing my side and making small, calming affirmations to myself and the baby.

This is the fourth time this month...

I make it back to the bedroom and force myself to change into some baggier clothing. The pain subsides slightly as I begin putting on my sneakers. I groan, taking my set of keys and phone from the dresser in front of our bed.

I make my way around and out of the house, locking the door behind me. I force my keys into my pocket and dial my OB, Carina DeLuca.

"Y/n! What's going on? Are you okay?" Carina answers quickly, concern laced in her voice.

"I just wanted to come in... as a precaution," I say as I walk into the building's elevator. "I've been, getting these shooting pains for the past month. I just want to check if the baby's okay."

"Do you want me to make you an appointment?" Carina asks.

"No- I don't want Jackson to know, he might find out somehow. Could you just squeeze me in quickly?" I bite my lip, tapping my foot as I wait for the elevator doors to open at the bottom floor.

"Okay... Okay, I can try. Right now is perfect. Just tell the nurses up front it's an emergency and they should let you right in." Carina explains.

"Oh, thank you, Carina. You're the best. I should be there in a few." I gush, trying to rush off the elevator.

"Y/n, are you gonna be driv-" I hang up the phone before Carina can finish and try to rush out to my car.

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"Carina, is he okay? Is my baby okay?" I ask urgently, looking between her and the ultrasound machine.

Carina continues moving the wand around where the pain would be. "He looks buono e sano, good and healthy, Y/n/n."

I let out a sigh of relief, laying my head back against the headrest. "Oh, thank God... But what could those pains have been?"

Carina purses her lips and removes the wand from my stomach, cleaning off the residue. "Could be stress, could be the hormones, different foods, your muscles could be constricting because they've had to work so hard with supporting the baby."

I shake my head. "Oh, I was so scared. I didn't want to go into early labor. Thank you for squeezing me in, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, amica mia. Now are you sure you don't want to tell Jackson?" She removes her gloves and I can feel her gaze from behind me.

"No, it's okay. I'm probably just gonna head home." I say, scooching off the examination table and grabbing my clothes to change back into.

———

I tug on my baggy shirt and put my phone in my back pocket, looking up to decide which way to go to get to my car.

Before I can even make a decision, Schmitt runs up, panting like a madman.

"Dr. L/n! We need Ortho. We got a trauma in, motorcycle accident, rider's right and left legs broken in 4 places each, right shoulder dislocated and left arm broken in two places."

He looks me up and down and his face grows red. "You're supposed to be on maternity leave, aren't you?"

"Doesn't matter now, Glasses. Let's go!"

Schmitt ushers me towards the trauma bay and adrenlaine rushes through me. The pain immediately evades my body and everything after is a blur.

I pull on a trauma gown over my loose clothes and tie up my hair into a ponytail. The patient is located in Trauma 1 and I rush in, finding Owem, Meredith, and Amelia already assessing the biker.

"Y/n! Shouldn't you be at home? I thought you were on maternity leave?" Amelia cocks her head to the side and I shake my head.

"Just back for the day," I say quickly. I turn to Schmitt, asking for reassurance, "So, what do we have here?"

He begins, "Multiple broken bones, bruising and cuts everywhere, he's practically roadkill."

"Well by the time we're done with him, he'll be just fine. Let's get an OR booked, order an MRI and page Plastics too!"

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Jackson and I met when I transfered from Seattle Presbyterian a few years back. I was a 5th year and he was a Plastics fellow.

By the time I became an Orthopedics fellow, we had already established ourselves as the power couple of the hospital, despite not being a couple yet.

Wherever he went, I was likely to follow. Our cases were often linked and we spent a lot of our time together outside of the hospital as well.

When he first asked me out, it was during a surgery of ours together. We spent our one year anniversary watching over an ICU patient. He proposed to me in an empty OR after a successful surgery. I told him I was pregnant in the Attendings lounge. Our whole story was based in the hospital.

I wait outside OR 4, eyeing the elevator from the corner of my view. Any second now our motorcycle guy would be wheeled in and I'd get to scrub in.

"Y/n! Y/n!" I hear him yell from the elevator, trying to get my attention.

Oh shit.

Jackson jogs over to me, concern washed over his face. I frown slightly, feeling bad that he's so worried about me.

"Jackson, hi, um, how...how did you find me?"

Jackson ushers me into the scrub room and closes the door behind us.

"Y/n, you can't be working, remember? You're on maternity leave. Go home." Jackson grabs me by my shoulders, looking me up and down.

"Jackson, I am fine! It's just one surgery, it's not that bad-" I pull out from his grasp and cross my arms under my chest.

"'Not that bad'? Y/n, that surgery could take more than a few hours. You could barely get out of bed this morning!" Jackson's motions to the operating room, raising his voice and I sigh.

"Jackson, we will continue this conversation at home. Preferably, after I finish this surgery." I say stubbornly. I turn to leave and Jackson follows me. I spot Owen and Amelia walking toward us and smile. "Hey, where's the patient?"

Amelia sucks in a breath. "We're holding off on surgery. He's very touch-and-go, so we're holding him in the ICU until tomorrow."

The both of them frown at me and I nod sadly. "Oh, okay. Thanks anyway, you guys."

"Y/n. Let's go." Jackson says sternly, looking only at me.

"I hope it all goes well tomorrow."

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My breathing steadies after I sit on the bottom bunk in an on-call room. Jackson shuts the door behind us and opens the shutter slightly, letting a bit of the setting sun seep into the room.

I keep my head down, eyes closed. Afraid he'll be angry at me.

We're silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say to each other. He starts first.

"Y/n, you know that I love you, right?" Jackson kneels down in front of me, I can feel his gaze resting on me.

"Yeah," I mumble, slowly lifting my head so we can meet each other's eyes.

"And you know that I'm taking your maternity leave so seriously because I want what's best for you and the baby, right?"

I groan and nod, covering my face with my hands. "Yes."

"Is it wrong? To want you both to be stress-free and healthy? Look at me when you answer, please."

Jackson takes my hands off my face and holds them, kissing the the backs of them before I respond. "No, it's not."

"Carina paged me, she said you came in. That you were worried about the baby. She told me he's okay. That you're okay." I can see tears forming in Jackson's eyes. He bows his head down and still clutches my hands tightly.

"Please, just promise me you'll take these last 4 weeks off. Completely. No work, no stress. Just bed rest and someone waiting on you." Jackson pleads softly, searching my face for an answer.

I lean in and kiss him softly. I take my hands out of his and wipe his tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just miss being at the hospital, on my feet, ready to go wherever I need to be. This little guy just sucks the energy right out of me." I chuckle, holding Jackson close to me.

He kisses the top of my head and rests his cheek there for a few seconds. "Can I talk to him really quickly?" Jackson asks quietly, I'm barely able to hear him.

I let out a small laugh, remembering this morning. "Go ahead, but no Momma slander."

Jackson grins at me and we sit beside each other on the bottom bunk. He lifts my fresh navy scrubs up to the top of my belly and I hold them there for him. He taps again, lightly and clears his throat.

"Hi, bud. You doin' okay in there...?"

We stay there, taking turns talking to the little guy, excited for the day where we get to call ourselves parents.

#grey's anatomy x reader #grey's abc #grey's anatomy #jackson avery #jackson avery x reader

[iamtrebleclefstories]

that same kind of joy

98 - “You scared the shit out of me.” 

Now, I wasn’t really sure how I felt about this fic when I first started writing it and I had no idea where it was gonna go, but I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out. It’s not exactly what you might’ve had in mind, but I hope you enjoy! @andreagraham​

this takes place in a wonderful world where 16x16 never happened :)

She remembers a bang. It was loud and deafening to the point that when she comes to, there’s an incessant ringing in her ears. She wants to just lay there and sleep, but that’s probably just the mild concussion talking. Instead, she painstakingly cracks her eyes open just enough to get a good view of her surroundings.

Metal. Bright. Debris. Blood.

Blood.

It’s not her own. At least, Jo doesn’t think it belongs to her. It is a trail of blood that extends in front of her, leading in front of a woman with a swollen abdomen who is crying out in distress. Jo picks herself up from the ground long enough to realize what just happened.

She remembers getting on the train back to Seattle after a weekend medical conference in San Francisco with Carina Deluca. It had been a spur of the moment decision, something Alex had surprised her with when he presented her with a train ticket, booked hotel room, and a weekend off. She had been thrilled at the prospect of hearing Addison Montgomery speak as she considered a career switch to OB. It had been the perfect getaway, until about ten minutes ago.

Now, Jo stands in the remains of one of the train cars she’d been traveling in and looks around in horror to see multiple individuals in varying states of trauma. She quickly canvasses the area to determine who seemed okay and who looked as though they were in immediate need of assistance. After getting help from a nursing student, dental PA, and off-duty officer that happened to be riding in the same train car, Jo leaves the other passengers and makes her way over to the pregnant woman who was clearly in labor.

“Hey,” Jo crouches down in front of the woman. “My name is Jo Karev. I’m a surgeon at Grey Sloan Memorial in Seattle. I see that you’re having some contractions. Is it okay if I examine you?” Jo waits until the woman nods her consent before gently pressing her hands on the woman’s bump to determine position. “What’s your name?”

“Alyssa,” the young woman breathes out heavily. “My name is Alyssa Belmont.”

“Nice to meet you Alyssa. Can you tell me how far along you are?” Jo looks down at her watch to monitor the length and interval of the contractions.

“I'm only 35 weeks,” Alyssa’s voice betrays her anxiety. “It’s too early.”

“It’s okay, the ambulance is going to be here soon and we will be able to get you and your baby to a hospital safely where some really nice pediatrician will make sure that they’re just fine,” Jo takes the hand sanitizer from her purse and uses it to disinfect her hands and ruffles through her first aid kit to find a single pair of gloves. “Do you know what you’re having?”

“A boy,” Alyssa nods. “My fiancé is stationed overseas but is supposed to come home in two weeks. He was supposed to be here for the delivery. I’m not supposed to be doing this alone.���

“Hey, Alyssa. Listen to me. You are not alone. I’m right here with you and I promise I won’t leave your side until you are holding a healthy baby in your arms,” Jo locks eyes with the young woman in front of her. “I need to know some things if I’m going to better care for you. Did you get hurt when the train derailed? Did you feel a tearing or a sharp pain in your abdomen?”

“No,” Alyssa shakes her head. “Just the contractions. But I had already been feeling some sporadic contractions throughout the day and the past week if I’m being honest. That’s normal though, right? Like Braxton hicks?”

“Yes, it's completely normal to feel a couple contractions here and there once you’re nearing the end of your pregnancy. It’s your body trying to prepare itself for birth,” Jo takes off her jacket and drapes it over Alyssa’s lower abdomen and pelvis to maintain some semblance of modesty. “Okay Alyssa, I’m going to push up your dress and remove your leggings and underwear so that I can get a look at how much you’ve progressed.”

Prior to the surprise delivery she was pulled into a couple weeks ago where all she had to do was catch the baby, it had been a long time since Jo had delivered a baby that wasn’t a c-section. It had been years since she had to check for dilation and effacement and in that moment she found herself really wishing that Carina - who had opted to stay in San Francisco for a few days more with a friend - had been on this train instead of her.

“Okay, Alyssa. It looks like you're about eight centimeters dilated and I'd say somewhere around eighty to ninety percent effaced,” Jo informs.

“What does that mean?” Alyssa brushes her hair out of her face and winces as another contraction comes over her.

“That means that pretty soon it’ll be time to push,” Jo looks around to the surrounding passengers. “Does anyone have a clean towel or blankets in their bag? And water. I need an unopened water bottle.”

A few of the lesser injured passengers step forward after ruffling through their bags to present Jo with the items she requested, “Here are two bottles of water, one clean towel, and three blankets.”

Jo does her best to keep Alyssa comfortable and wait until the paramedics arrive. But within minutes, Alyssa is fully dilated, effaced, and ready to push. Jo looks down at Alyssa and keeps her face as calm as possible so as not to alert the young woman to the anxiety currently building up inside of her.

“Alright, Alyssa, once you feel your next contraction I need you to push. You’re going to push for ten seconds and then take a break. Do you understand?”

Alyssa grunts in response, “Yup.”

After what seems like an eternity, the train car fills with a sharp, loud cry. Jo feels some tears prickle at her eyes as she’s the first person to hold this little one as it enters the world, “Hey there, little man. You’ve got a set of lungs on you. That’s good. I was worried about your little lungs. Let’s get you cleaned up so your mama can hold you.” Jo uses the surrounding materials to clean and warm up the infant before placing him on Alyssa’s chest.

“Oh God,” Alyssa chokes out a quiet sob. “You’re here. Hi baby. I’m so sorry your daddy isn’t here but I know that he’ll be so happy to meet you.”

Jo wipes a straying tear from her eye on her arm, “I hate to intrude on the moment but we do have to cut the cord and deliver the placenta.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alyssa shakes her head. “Can I just hold him for one more second?”

“I don’t see why not,” Jo barely has time to get those words out of her mouth when paramedics come rushing through the train car. She breathes out a sigh of relief and flags one of them down. “Hi, I’m a surgeon at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital in Seattle. This woman just gave birth to a premature infant at thirty five weeks. She and the baby need to go to the hospital immediately.”

The paramedic quickly calls her partner to assist her as they make quick work of getting Alyssa out of the train and into an ambulance. Just as Jo is about to turn around and head back inside to help in any way she can, Alyssa puts her hand on Jo’s arm, “Can you come with us? Please. You said you’d be there and I really don’t want to be alone.”

Looking up at the paramedic to make sure that it’s okay to ride along, Jo squeezes Alyssa’s hand gently, “Of course.”

+++

Jo shouldn’t have been all that surprised when she feels a familiar set of arms tighten around her, bringing her close to his chest. She sighs contently as she allows her husband to hold her tenderly. She whimpers in protest when Alex pulls away to get a good look at her.

“Jo,” he breathes out in relief. “You scared the shit out of me.” Alex presses a light kiss to her forehead. “When I saw the crash on the news I almost had a heart attack. I tried calling you and the hospitals but no one was saying anything. No one knew what was going on. All we knew was that the train derailed in the middle of nowhere Oregon and some of the cars detached and got flipped on their sides. What the hell happened?”

“I delivered a baby today,” Jo huffs a laugh. “After the crash knocked me out for a few minutes, I got up and there was a woman in premature labor. Her name is Alyssa. I-I delivered her baby. I was the first person in this entire world that got to hold him. The world was literally crashing down around us, but I got to deliver this beautiful baby boy with a surprisingly well developed set of lungs for how early he was born. I’ve been with her ever since it happened. They’re moving her up to a room right now. I’m supposed to meet her up there.”

“Baby, that’s incredible. But have you gotten checked out?” Alex asks quietly. “I need to know that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, Alex,” Jo assures him. “I have a mild concussion and a couple of bruised ribs. Nothing that some ibuprofen and rest won’t fix.” Alex scowled unconvinced, causing Jo to laugh. “I’m fine. Really. Now do you want to come with me to see them?”

“Okay, fine.”

They make their way up to Alyssa’s room and Jo introduces Alex and Alyssa to each other. They spoke softly for a few moments until Alyssa’s doctor showed up outside the room.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the doctor smiles sheepishly at the group. “But you can go ahead and see your baby Miss Belmont. I can get one of the nurses to take you up to the NICU.”

“That’s okay, we can take her,” Jo and Alex help Alyssa out of the bed and into a wheelchair, carefully bringing her to stop beside her son’s warmer. “There he is.”

Alex looks up at the monitors as he listens to a resident list off the results of the studies they’d been conducting over the past few hours, “His SATs and his APGAR look great, all things considered. He’ll probably spend a week or two here before he’s sent home. He’s a strong and resilient little guy.” Alyssa and the resident both look at him in question. “I’m a peds surgeon.”

The hours go by quickly and before anyone knows it, night has fallen. Alex nudges Jo slightly, “Hey, I think we should get going. You need some rest. I got us a hotel room for the night.”

Jo nods in agreement and goes to move when Alyssa places a hand on her shoulder, “Wait. You can’t leave without knowing what the baby’s name is. I finally decided on a name.”

“What is it?” Jo asks expectantly.

“His name is Joseph Benjamin Harold. Joey for short,” Alyssa reveals. “It’s only fitting that he be named after the person who helped bring him into this world.”

“Are you serious?” Jo’s face breaks out into a wide grin. “I-I feel honored.”

“Thank you, Jo. For everything. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Those words stick with Jo all the way back to the hotel. As they’re getting into bed that night, Jo cuddles up to Alex and sighs dreamily.

“What was that for?” Alex’s face turns up into a half smile as he glances down at his wife.

“I’m just so happy right now,” Jo shakes her head. “I know I shouldn’t be. Today was a horrible day for a lot of people. There was a tragic accident. But in the midst of all of that, I helped bring a baby into the world and I feel so much joy because of it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Alex pulls her closer. “A big part of why I love peds is because of the joy you feel every time you’re able to save a kid and give them hope for a future. And I’ve assisted on quite a few deliveries and it’s pretty incredible.”

“I think I wanna switch. I wanna make the switch to OB,” Jo exhales. “I love surgery, don’t get me wrong. And maybe one day I’ll venture into maternal-fetal surgery, but I want to be an OB, Alex. I want to deliver babies and feel that same kind of joy every single day.”

“Okay. So as soon as we get back to the hospital, we’re going to talk to Bailey and see about getting a letter of recommendation to the OB program so that you can switch specialties without repeating an intern year,” Alex rubs circles on Jo’s back.

“Are you sure? I know this is a big decision. I’ll be a resident again. I’ll have longer hours and be making resident money again,” Jo eyes widen at Alex’s simple response to her desire to make the change.

“Jo, I make plenty of money for the both of us. We’re married, we have a joint bank account. You don’t need to worry about the money. We dated throughout your entire surgical residency and everything was just fine. I want to support you however I can, and if what you want is to be a part of the vagina squad then I’m going to support you in that. I’m going to be there for you every step of the way,” Alex’s lips curve into a smirk. “Besides, I think you’ll look really hot in pink scrubs.”

“Shut up,” Jo laughs and shoves him lightly.

“What? It’s the truth. But then again, I think you look hot in everything.”

“You’re so good to me,” Jo’s eyes shine with happiness. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#jolex #jolex fanfic #alex x jo #jo wilson #alex karev and jo wilson #jo wilson x alex karev #train crash #surprise babies #switching specialties #pink scrubs #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy fanfic #jo wilson fanfic #jo karev #grey's anatomy fanfiction #grey's anatomy au

[kaimelia]

can you do a prompt where instead of a boy, amelia and links first baby was a girl?

Snapshots

a/n: hi! this was a little disorganized and kind of random...but it’s just a bunch of moments from if they had a girl, and I hope you enjoy it! thank you for the prompt <3

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"And, do you want to know the sex?" Amelia paused for a moment in thought, her hands resting behind her head as she stared at the ultrasound screen in awe.

"I need to know everything," she whispered, watching as Carina moved the ultrasound wand on her stomach.

"Alright, you're having a baby girl, Amelia." 

Amelia's mouth fell into a broad smile, and she covered her open mouth, her eyes watching her daughter move on the screen.

"Oh my god." Carina grinned and removed the probe, wiping it off before hitting a few buttons on the ultrasound machine. "Can I get pictures? Link would love them," Amelia pulled her scrub top down.

"Of course. And, you promise that you'll come in for regular appointments, now?" The neurosurgeon nodded her head.

"I promise."

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"Hey, Amelia," Link shouted, closing the door to his apartment and dropping his bag in the entranceway.

"In the bedroom!" He grinned and walked down the hallway, stopping in the doorway and staring at his girlfriend. She had her top pulled over to reveal her stomach, and her hand rested on the bottom as she scrolled through her phone. "Hi," she put her phone down and smiled at him.

"How did the ultrasound go?" Amelia sat up on the bed, moving a pillow to support her aching back as Link sat by her feet.

"Everything's perfectly fine," she whispered, reaching out for his hand. "We're having a girl, Link." His face was frozen for a minute as he processed what she said and his mouth soon dropped into a wide 'O'.

"Really? We're having a girl?" Amelia nodded quickly, grinning as she watched him react. "Oh my god, Amelia," Link pulled her into a hug, kissing the side of her head. "We're gonna have a little you," he whispered into her hair, embracing her tighter as he laughed in joy. He held onto her for another moment before pulling back and pressing his lips against hers. "Wait, you're happy about this, right?"

"Yeah, but I also know firsthand what it's like to be a teenage girl. And to parent one," she added, raising her eyebrows. "Plus, girls always hate their moms. She's gonna love you and hate me." Link rolled his eyes at her and kissed her again.

"She's not going to hate you, Amelia."

"Says the one who was never a teenage girl."

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Amelia locked their hands together and squeezed his, watching as he browsed through the aisles of baby clothes. "Link," she muttered, wrapping her arm on the underside of her stomach, "I'm hungry. Baby's hungry." He turned around and pouted, squeezing her hand in response.

"We have to get some baby stuff, Amelia. Carina said she could come anytime now, and we've barely done anything to prepare." The brunette rolled her eyes as her boyfriend picked up a purple dress adorned with a tutu. "Look at this," he practically squealed, "we can dress her up like a princess all the time!"

"That's for 6-month-olds; it wouldn't fit her for a long time. We need newborn clothes." She dropped his hand and walked over to another aisle, picking up a pack of plain white onesies. "See, like these." He feigned a frown and moved towards her.

"Those aren't fun," he complained. "What about these?"

"Really? 'Daddy's little girl?'" He beamed a toothy smile and dropped the hanger into the cart. "You're just going to spoil her all of the time, aren't you?"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

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"No dating until she's 18," he muttered, wrapping his arms around Amelia as she leaned against his body.

"18? Why?"

"Because I was a teenage boy, and I don't trust teenage boys." She scoffed, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of her stomach where their daughter was moving.

"And I was a teenage girl, and I know that whatever we tell her, she'll just ignore," Amelia laughed out, smiling as he began to massage lotion into her skin. "Ugh, move, I gotta pee," she lifted his hand away and stood up slowly, waddling towards the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Link set the bottle of lotion down on the bedside table as he waited, adjusting the pillows behind him. "Link!"

"Yeah?" He stood up quickly from the bed, hurrying towards the bathroom. "What is it?"

"My water just broke."

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"Okay, give me one more push, Amelia." The neurosurgeon groaned loudly and squeezed her boyfriend's hand, causing him to cringe at the feeling. Their faces both relaxed as an ear-piercing noise filled the room, their daughter's first cry. "Dad? Do you want to cut the cord?" Link grinned and kissed Amelia's hand before dropping it, moving to where Carina held the baby. "Right here." He cut the cord, and Carina stood up, placing the crying baby on Amelia's chest. Link returned to his previous position, standing next to Amelia and putting his hand on the side of her head, smoothing down her hair. He kissed her head as she cried joy-filled tears while holding their daughter, her thumb brushing over the baby's tiny red face.

"She's so beautiful," Amelia looked over at Link as she spoke, tears running freely down her face.

"She looks just like you," he whispered, placing his hand over Amelia's. "She's perfect. Absolutely and positively perfect."

"Do you have a name yet?" The couple's eyes met at the doctor's question, and they shared matching grins.

"Charlotte."

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Amelia groaned as she stood up, and Link immediately came to her side, placing a free hand on the small of her back. "Take it easy," he muttered, shifting their daughter in his arms.

"I'm not dying. I just gave birth." She took his hand as he walked her towards the bathroom, where she washed her face, muttering a complaint about how gross she felt. "I wanna go home. I just want to be in my bed with my blankets, and where I don't have to worry about one of my coworkers wandering in and seeing my postpartum underwear." Link laughed but quickly stopped himself at her stern expression.

"It's been less than a day, Amelia; we're not going home yet." The mother turned back around to see her boyfriend cradling their newborn baby, his grin one of the most genuine things she had ever seen.

"Don't you look happy. No postpartum pain for you." She pushed past him to sit back onto the bed, pulling off her robe and laying back into the pillow, using it to support her back.

"I don't think I'm ever going to put her down," Link confessed, rocking the baby back and forth. "Holding her is the best feeling, ever," he walked towards the bed and sat down on the side.

"Do I not get to hold her?" Link shook his head with a broad smile spread across his face.

"Nope. She's Daddy's little girl." Charlotte let out a small coo. "Oh, I have an idea!" Amelia raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. "You know Scarlett Johansson, right? And how people call her ScarJo?"

"Why is this relevant?"

"We can call her CharJo! Charlotte Josephine, CharJo! Our little superhero," he kissed the baby's forehead.

"You are absolutely ridiculous."

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"It's no fair. She likes you better, and I'm the one who carried her around for eight and a half months," Amelia groaned, handing the month-old baby to her boyfriend. The baby's eyes stared up at her father, and her fussing calmed almost immediately once placed in his embrace.

"It's because she's already a mini-you, and I doubt you would enjoy being put in a room with yourself forever. You like me; she likes me," he cooed, lifting the baby up and walking towards the window. "Plus, she's a baby; she's bound to like anyone who holds her." The mother shook her head in amusement and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist from behind, resting her head on his back.

"You do give great hugs," she whispered, squeezing his body. "Maybe I get it."

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"Leave her alone, Link. You can't make her talk," Amelia muttered, pulling a dress over their daughter's head. Link had spent the past few days referring to himself solely as 'Daddy' in hopes of convincing the girl to repeat after him.

"Daddy wants to hear someone say his name!" Charlotte laughed as Link tickled her belly, reaching her arms out to her father. "That's right, Char, say Daddy!" She stared at him in confusion, her tiny eyebrow furrowed together as he attempted to coax her into speaking.

"Mm, sounds like somebody doesn't want to say Daddy!" Amelia sang out, wrapping her daughter up in her arms. "You wanna try saying Mommy, baby?" The seven-month-old stared at her mother with wide eyes. "It's useless. Her first word will probably be something stupid, like 'no' or 'hi.'"

"What was your first word?"

"It was no. Which, Derek always teased me about. He said it was their introduction to who I'd become," Amelia laughed, smiling as Charlotte tugged at her hair. "What was yours?"

"My dad says it was Dadda, and my mom says it was bye. I'm pretty sure it was Dadda; my mom is definitely too stubborn to admit if it was Dadda." He glanced down at his watch and sighed. "I gotta head out; I'll pick up dinner on my way home?" Amelia nodded and kissed him, walking towards the door of their apartment with him.

"Say bye Daddy!" Amelia waved goodbye, and Charlotte mimicked her mother's motion, opening and closing her pudgy hand.

"Bye, Char! Promise you'll record her all day? I don't want to miss her first words," Link pleaded, pulling on his coat. The neurosurgeon nodded, kissing the side of their daughter's head.

"Of course."

"Alright. I'll be home later; I love you!" He twisted the doorknob, waving a final goodbye before closing the door and jogging down the steps of their apartment complex.

"Daddy!" Amelia's eyes grew comically large at the sound of her daughter's voice, glancing over at the girl's outstretched arm, pointing in the direction of where her father had gone.

"Did you just-"She laughed and walked over to the counter, picking up her cellphone and clicking Link's contact. "You're never going to guess what just happened."

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"Aw, Char, you look adorable," Maggie cooed, adjusting the flower in her niece's hair. "Are you excited?"

"I want Mommy." The aunt frowned, pulling the girl into a hug.

"You can see Mommy soon, honey. Okay, now show me what you're gonna do." Charlotte reached into her basket, pulling out a handful of pink flower petals and tossing them on the floor. "Perfect!" The door opened, and Amelia walked through, Meredith at her side, adjusting the skirt of her dress. "Amelia! You look beautiful!" The brunette grinned, giving a quick twirl in her dress.

"I love this dress, but I'm also already looking forward to getting out of it," she mumbled, walking in front of the mirror. "Will you make sure I don't trip while walking down the aisle?"

"We'll trip with you, so it looks like it was supposed to happen," Meredith shrugged, placing her hand on Amelia's shoulder. "You ready?" The brunette nodded, smiling at her reflection.

"Of course. I think this might be the first time in my life where I don't have any doubts." Charlotte ran towards her mother, wrapping her arms around Amelia's legs through the dress.

"Mommy, I'm bored." Amelia grinned, crouching down to her daughter's height.

"We can go home and cuddle later. But, first? Mommy and Daddy are getting married."

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"You know, there's hardwood under the carpet; we could just rip it up," Link suggested, watching his wife drag her feet on the carpet in their brand-new house. "Woah there, be careful, Char," he grabbed the girl as she ran by him quickly, her short blonde hair flying by in the neat braids he had made that morning. "You gotta slow down; we don't want you to fall." She grinned at her father and placed her hand over his mouth.

"Go outside!"

"It's yucky outside; you don't want to play out there." He shifted the three-year-old to rest on his hip, wrapping his arm around her tightly. "Plus, it's your nap time." She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"No nap," she protested, looking over to her mother. "Mommy, no nap!" Amelia pouted her lip out and took Charlotte from Link.

"If you nap now, we can get you a treat after going shopping later, okay?" The toddler paused for a moment in thought before nodding eagerly. "And, you can go sleep in your brand new bed!" Link waved goodbye and watched as Amelia carried her up the stairs in the empty house, coming back down a few minutes later. "She said she wants her room to be purple," Amelia relayed, leaning back against the kitchen island.

"Mm, we can grab some paint while we're out later," he stepped towards her, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, his fingers rolling the hem of her shirt up.

"What are you doing?"

"Charlotte's asleep; this house is practically empty," he whispered against her ear, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I like the way you think."

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"Hey, I just got a call that Charlotte's in the E.R.; what happened?" Link jogged to catch up with his wife, who was speeding down the hallway.

"I have no idea; maybe she took a spill in daycare or something? Owen just texted me," Amelia muttered, grabbing Link's hand for comfort. "God, this is not what I needed today." She pushed open the door to the staircase and ran down the stairs and through the hallway, entering into the near-empty E.R.

"There's your Mommy," Teddy whispered, running her hand down the girl's hair.

"Mommy!" Charlotte's face was red, her eyes puffy and swollen.

"What happened?" Amelia sat down on the side of the bed and pulled her daughter into her arms, kissing the girl's head.

"Well, Charlotte took a big fall off of the play place in daycare. Everything is fine; she just seems to be a little shaken up." Amelia smiled, feeling slightly guilty as her daughter curled into her body, gripping tightly onto her mother's scrub top. "I'll come back down and send Tom to do a neuro exam later, but she seems to be perfect," Teddy smiled and rubbed Charlotte's knee before leaving and giving the family the room.

"How do you feel, Char?" The girl shrugged at her father.

"I wanna cuddle. Just me, you, and Mommy," she whispered, glancing up at Amelia. "No one else." Link cocked his head to the side and sighed heavily, suddenly understanding what was happening.

"Are you mad at us?"

"I don't want a baby," Charlotte whispered into her mother's shirt, covering her eyes with the fabric. "No baby. Just us." Amelia looked up and locked her gaze with her husband's.

"Char," she whispered, resting her lips on top of the girl's head, "the baby is going to come no matter what. And, I know you might be mad, now, but you'll love the baby when they're here."

"When?"

"In seven months," Link sat down on the foot of the bed, squeezing his daughter's foot and causing her to laugh. "Right before Christmas."

"Is Santa gonna bring the baby?" He nodded his head while chuckling.

"We'll have to see about that. Now, should we see if we can all fit in this hospital bed?"

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"Are you nervous? To be parenting two kids?" Amelia rolled onto her back, lifting up her shirt to reveal the slight curve of her stomach that had formed.

"Not really," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "I'm more worried about Charlotte. She's so used to getting all of the attention, I think it might be difficult for her to have a sibling." Link hummed softly and laid down next to her, his hand splaying over her stomach. "Are you?"

"A little. I love her, but she's quite the drama queen. Takes after her mother," he teased, smiling to himself. "And, I love her, and you, and all of the drama."

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"Charlotte's worried we're gonna love the new baby more than her," Link muttered, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. Jo raised her eyebrows.

"I still can't get over the fact that you're a Dad. To a real-life, living child who you've managed to not drop on her head. And, you're gonna be a Dad to another kid. You're such a Dad," Jo shook her head.

"Can you be serious for like, three seconds?"

"Fine. I don't think Charlotte has anything to worry about; that little girl has you wrapped around her finger. There have been way too many times when I've come over, and you're wearing a tiara," she sipped her coffee. "But, I'm serious. You're like, the best dad, ever. It's almost disgusting how much you love her. And I think you just need to spend some time making sure that she knows that. Because in her world, all of that love you have for her is normal for a Dad."

"So, you're saying that I love my daughter too much?"

"No, I'm just saying that she's incredibly spoiled with love and affection, like all of the time. Just make her realize that the baby is more love to share."

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"I wanna cuddle," Charlotte walked into her parent's room, hoisting herself on the bed and crawling in between her parents.

"Mommy needs to sleep," Amelia groaned, shifting the pillow under her head. Link pouted and held his arms out for his daughter, who laid down on his chest.

"Mommy sleeps a lot."

"That's because the baby is coming soon, Char. Mommy needs to rest and make sure that she feels okay so that the baby will be okay." Charlotte shook her head, her blonde hair hitting Link in the face. "Why don't we go cuddle on the couch so that Mommy can sleep?" He stood up, tossing the girl up in the air and catching her again before walking out of the bedroom.

"Why do we have to have baby?" Charlotte asked as she laid into the couch cushions and her father's body.

"Mommy and I love each other, and we love you, and having a baby means that there's just more love for all of us," he whispered, pulling a throw blanket over them. "Plus, babies love attention, cuddles, toys, everything that you love." Her eyelids started to droop, and Link recognized his daughter's tiredness. "You ready to go to bed?"

"Stay here and cuddle," she mumbled, laying her head on his chest.

"Alright. We'll just stay here and cuddle."

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"Hey, Charlotte," Link kneeled down in the doorway, waving quickly to his parents in the kitchen. "Are you ready to come meet your little brother?"

"A boy?" He grinned and took her hand.

"Yup, you have a little brother. He's at the hospital with Mommy right now, and if you want, I can bring you to go meet him." He waited as she narrowed her eyes in concentration.

"Okay. But only to see Mommy," she held up her arms, grinning as Link lifted her, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Only to see Mommy," he repeated, breathing out a laugh. "Not at all for the baby." Their drive to the hospital was quiet, Charlotte settling back in his arms once they had arrived and walked down the hallways of the hospital. "Now, you have to be super gentle with Mommy and the baby, okay?" She nodded her head as Link pushed open the door to Amelia's room.

"CharJo!" Nico laughed, turning to them as they walked in, bouncing the baby in the arms. "You ready to meet your little sidekick?" She buried her face into Link's chest, causing all of the adults to laugh.

"We're only here to see Mommy," Link relayed, slowly placing Charlotte onto Amelia's lap.

"Alright, I gotta head out; running your service is exhausting," Nico handed the baby to Link, patting his friend's back. "Congrats again, you two." They waved goodbye, and Charlotte curled into her mother.

"You sure you don't wanna hold him?" Amelia asked, brushing back a strand of her daughter's hair. "He doesn't bite. He doesn't even have teeth yet."

"What's his name?" Her voice was soft, and she sat up in her mother's lap, looking over at Link, who was pacing around in small circles.

"His name is Scout. Scout Derek Shepherd-Lincoln," Amelia beamed, kissing her daughter's head. "And he's super cuddly and tiny. Like your baby dolls."

"But, you can't play with him like your baby dolls," Link nudged the girl, leaning down so that she could see her brother.

"He looks ugly."

"Wow, brutal honesty," Link stepped away, shaking his head as he laughed.

"He's not ugly," Amelia poked Charlotte's arm. "That's just how babies look. You looked like that once, Char."

"No."

"No?" Link scoffed, bouncing up and down as Scout fussed.

"I don't like him. Take him back, please." Amelia stifled her own laugh, rubbing her hands up and down her daughter's arms.

"He's here to stay; the little man's not going anywhere." Link moved quicker as Scout began to cry, Charlotte's attention peaking at the sound.

"Why is he crying?"

"He's probably hungry," Link muttered, walking towards his wife. "Here, Char, Mommy has to feed Scout." He lifted Charlotte into his arms, and the girl watched as her brother ate.

"Why is he eating Mommy?" Link chuckled at the concern in her voice.

"That's where he gets food from, from Mommy's body," he whispered, swaying back and forth. "Babies don't eat real food until they're older."

"No mac and cheese for Scout?" He shook his head.

"Nope." They watched as Scout finished eating, and Amelia shifted him, taking a burp cloth Link had pulled out of the hospital bag and throwing it over her shoulder as she gently patted the newborn's back.

"Are you two just gonna stare?" Amelia muttered, folding up the cloth. "Can you take him? I need to stand." Link put Charlotte down and took the baby, resuming his previous pace around the hospital room.

"Can I hold him?" Charlotte's voice was soft as she tugged at her father's pant leg, reaching towards the blanket wrapped around her brother.

"Of course, come sit down," he motioned towards the chair, grinning as she sat down. "Amelia, can you grab a pillow?" The mother nodded, pulling a pillow off the bed and setting it down on Charlotte's lap. "You wanna make sure you keep his head up, okay?" He leaned over, gently placing the baby into his daughter's arms.

"He smells weird," she spoke loudly, staring down at the baby. Link kneeled down in front of her, placing a hand on her knee. "But, I think he's okay." Amelia covered her mouth as she laughed, smirking at her daughter.

"So, it's okay if he comes home with us?" Link asked, unable to stop his grin at the sight of his children.

"Maybe. I wanna think more."

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"Char, can you go unlock the door, please?" The girl nodded, taking the key from her dad and running up the walkway to their house. Amelia placed her hand on her back, carefully stepping out of the car as Link took the car seat out. "You feeling okay?" She nodded.

"Yeah, just postpartum stuff," Amelia muttered, shutting the car door and walking towards the house. "Thank you, Char."

"Can we go cuddle, pretty please?" The neurosurgeon smiled, taking her daughter's hand and leading her towards the master bedroom.

"Of course. You know we will never say no to cuddles." Link joined them, unbuckling the baby from his carrier and laying him onto Amelia's chest on the bed.

"I think he can stay," Charlotte whispered, watching her brother fall asleep. "I like him." The parents both grinned widely, Link placing a kiss on his daughter's head.

"I'm glad. Because I like you all, too."

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[doc-pickles]

half a heart (without you)

Jo gets some unexpected news and the only person she can think to turn to is her ex husband.

hi friends, i don't have any coherent thoughts. this was a crack fic that I managed to write during our massive heat wave. s/o to mac as well for helping me out with this one. you're the best.

also, sorry I haven't updated lately I was busy birthing a human.

xoxo nina

“Okay Jo, everything looks good on the ultrasound but-“

“But what? My kid has three arms? Missing a foot? Won’t survive outside of the womb?”

Sitting up from her spot on the exam table Jo eyed Carina warily. Her 20 week appointment had come up quicker than she’d anticipated, leaving her no time to worry about the many things that could be wrong with her baby. Now though, her mind was spinning into overdrive.

“Calm down, your bambino is fine,” Carina placed her hand on top of Jo’s as she spoke. “I just noticed a small irregularity in his heart, I want to schedule a follow up appointment next week with a fetal cardiologist.”

“What kind of irregularity? Like a hole in his heart? Does he have a ventricular septal defect? Is his heart underdeveloped?”

“Relax, Jo. You need to stay calm for your little one,” Carina gave Jo a small smile, attempting to comfort her but not doing much for her own racing heart. “I’m not entirely sure if it is even something to worry about. Do you have any family history of heart issues?”

The question made Jo pause for a moment, jaw slack and eyes wide as her mind blanked. She clearly didn’t know her own family health history, but she also had no clue if there was anything on her child’s paternal side that she needed to be worried about. She’d been convinced that she could do this whole parenting thing on her own but now she was scared out of her mind and absolutely clueless on what to do next.

“Umm… I don’t think so? I don’t know,” Jo finally met Carina’s gaze again, the all too familiar pitying gaze boring into her. “I’ll check… Thanks, Carina.”

Before the other woman can say anything to her, Jo is grabbing her jacket and practically sprinting out the exam room door. Her eyes are watering as she finds an on-call room and quickly barricades herself inside.

“Oh god,” Jo pressed her hand to her small baby bump as she attempted to take deep breaths. It didn’t help though, her anxious mind spinning out as she walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. “I can’t do this… I can’t do this.”

Before she lost all of her senses Jo pulled her phone out, not even stopping long enough to second guess herself as she dialed the all too familiar number.

“Hello? Jo?”

“Do you have a family history of cardiac issues?”

“What? Are you crying,” Alex paused to listen to Jo who was still struggling to catch her breath. “Jo, what’s going on?”

“Cardiac problems! Do you have a family history or not?”

“You called me to ask about cardiology?”

“Damn it, Alex,” Jo made no effort to conceal her emotions anymore, openly sobbing now. “Do you think I would just call you and ask about this for no reason?”

“Okay, okay. Just take a breath,” Alex waited for Jo to calm down a bit before continuing. “My mom has high blood pressure but that’s about it. Oh, and I have a heart arrhythmia.”

“Are you kidding me right now?!”

“No, Cristina almost killed me once and I found out I have a slight arrhythmia. Now, will you tell me what’s going on? You’re starting to freak me out,” when Jo didn’t respond to him, Alex let a sigh out, calming his tone down as he spoke. “Jo, will you tell me what’s wrong?”

Jo sniffled, wiping at her eyes before settling her hand against her belly again, “I had a doctor's appointment today. With Carina.”

“Oh… Oh ,” Alex sucked in a breath across the line and Jo could almost see his facial expression falling as he realized exactly what she was telling him. “Are you okay? Is..”

“I don’t know,” Jo tried to hold off on crying even more, but her emotions finally got the best of her as she said out loud what she’d been fearing for the last fifteen minutes. “I don’t know, she said she saw an irregularity on my ultrasound but she doesn’t know and I’m really freaking out right now.”

Jo hated that this was how Alex had to find out about their baby, while she was in the middle of a panic attack worrying whether or not their son would be okay. She always planned on telling him but she hadn’t found the courage to pick up the phone yet. However, as soon as Carina had said something might be wrong all Jo wanted was Alex and the sense of comfort he brought her.

“Hey it’s gonna be okay, everything is going to be fine,” Alex’s calming tone helped her heart to calm a bit, but her chest still heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. “It’s gonna be okay Jo. Let me make some calls and see what I can do, okay?”

“Okay.”

Alex had texted her not even an hour after they had hung up, letting her know that he was flying into Seattle two days later. He’d told her not to worry, that he’d get a taxi back to the loft, but her anxiety had been on high alert since her appointment and now she found herself standing in the arrivals terminal bouncing on her heels as her heart beat unsteadily in her chest.

She hadn’t seen Alex in almost five months, the last time she’d seen him they were a floor up as she dropped him off and kissed him goodbye. The thought makes her stomach turn unpleasantly, but she tamps the feeling down as she feels a different sensation. Her hand dropped to her belly, pressing down as the baby below her skin pushed up against her hand. The constant movements kept her mind at ease, telling herself that as long as her son kept moving around, he would be alright.

“Jo.”

She’s snapped out of her thoughts by an all too familiar voice, her gaze moving from her belly up to Alex as he stands across from her, still a good 50 feet away. His eyes dart from hers down to her protruding belly and then back up to her face. It takes her all of two seconds to dart forward and into Alex’s arms, pressing her face against his chest as his arms wrapped around her.

“Hey, we’re gonna be fine, it’s okay,” Jo hadn’t realized she was crying until Alex’s hand rubbed against her back, prompting her to take deeper breaths as she reigned in her emotions. “I’m here now and we’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

+

“My appointment is tomorrow Alex, I don’t need you fussing over me for 12 hours until then,” Jo laid herself out across the couch, watching as Alex kicked his shoes off by the door before sitting on the other end of the couch and moving her feet into his lap. “He’s been moving around all day, I think he’s fine.”

“Will you just let me check? I do tons of fetal consults, I’m used to it,” Alex stared down at her with a frown. “It would make me feel better.”

Jo let out a sigh as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, reaching for Alex’s hand and pressing it against her belly where their son was moving around, “Does that make you feel better?”

Looking up from her belly Jo let a small grin form on her face as she saw the tears welling in Alex’s eyes. She truly was going to tell him, she knew how important being there from the beginning of their child’s life would be for him. For weeks though every time, she thought about telling him fear stopped her. Fear of him rejecting her, of him not wanting anything to do with her or their child, of him taking their son. All of those fears seemed to vanish though when she was faced with the very real fear that her, their, son was in danger. Once that idea was planted in her head, all Jo wanted was to talk to Alex and tell him everything he’d missed.

“He’s gonna be fine, whatever happens tomorrow he’s going to be okay,” Alex finally looked away from where his hand laid on Jo’s stomach only to find her already staring down at him. “I’m sorry I missed so much and that you had to go through that alone. But I swear I’m not going anywhere now.”

“Alex-”

“I mean it. How am I supposed to leave again when you two are here,” as if proving his point a kick sounded against his hand prompting Jo to place her own hand over his. “I can’t do that, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I left and something happened again.”

She knew there was more they needed to say, more that they would have to talk about including how he’d left her before. But for now, Jo was content in laying where she was as Alex talked to their son, his fingers brushing across her bare skin as he tracked his movements.

+

True to Alex’s word, everything does end up being okay for them. Five months after he comes back to Seattle Jo is cradling their son against her chest, the little boy letting out small cries as he adjusts to being in the world.

“See? I told you he’d be perfectly fine,” Alex pressed a kiss into Jo’s hair before leaning down to press one against the tufts of dark hair on their son’s head. “Liam just knew that if he was a little dramatic he’d get me home sooner.”

Jo couldn’t help the chuckle that left her as she looked down at Liam. Even if she had been scared out of her mind, she knew that she would go through everything in the past nine months all over again if it meant that she had her son and her husband by her side.

#jolex #jolex fanfic #jolex babies #jo x alex #jo wilson #jo karev #alex karev #grey’s fanfic #grey’s anatomy #grey’s anatomy fanfic #nina writes #jolex fanfiction

[kornflake82]

I already get a good vibe from your profile oh my god- could I have narancia trying to tell his crush he likes her thank you ❤

hello! thank you so much, i’m so happy that I've passed the vibe check!! here's some orange juice for you! i based this off the song bombastic love by britney spears, so read the lyrics or give it a listen! 

bombastic love . (narancia confessing to a fem crush)

narancia was always a late sleeper, usually the last of bucciarati’s gang to dredge his way out of the bedroom while still wiping the sleep from his eyes. when he started waking up later and later, though his dedicated capo started to worry. 

“narancia--” bruno set a firm hand on his shoulder, causing the shorter man to jump before facing his superior. “b-bruno! is something wrong?” he asked, doing his best to sound alert and awake, despite having barely woken up but a few minutes prior. “narancia, i know you like to sleep, but you’re mistaken if you don’t think i haven’t noticed you waking up later each day. i’m sure you--” 

“bruno, it’s okay, i’ve just, uh, been heading to bed a little late these days. and i know, i know, go to bed sooner. don’t worry, bruno! i’ll be up and at ‘em tomorrow for sure.” narancia interrupted, not giving bucciarati the slightest chance to lecture him for something he just wouldn’t understand. bruno furrowed his brow, giving narancia a warning glare before walking off with a sigh. 

 no, of course he doesn’t understand, because bruno’s not the one seeing visions of you taking his hand while lying under the stars in his sleep, no. bruno’s not the one dreaming of you cupping his cheeks before going in for a kiss, whispering sweet nothings he would do his damndest to remember throughout the day. of course he doesn’t understand, so narancia gave him the most half-assed excuse he could understand--get off my back. 

when it came to you, narancia had only thought of you as a friend, a damn good one at that. you two had amazing chemistry on the battlefront; it was almost as if your stands were tied to each other by the red string of fate. he wasn’t the only one who took notice of that of course. hell, even bruno would be impressed by how well the two of you worked together which is why he started partnering you up on missions more and more. narancia hadn’t really realized, though, that the more time he spent with you--learning about your favorite color all the way to how you ended up alongside him in passione--he developed feelings for you. he simply brushed it off as the fact that since he worked with you the most, you became his closest confidant. 

his subconscious was desperately trying to get a hold of him, trying to make him realize not to compromise his true feelings, the fact that he and you should be--

“nara!!” you eagerly bounded up to him, greeting him with the bright smile he loved so much. “o-oh, y/n! what are you up to?” the faint blush on his cheeks deepened the longer he looked at you. your voice lingered in his head, and for the first time since meeting you, narancia felt nervous around you. why? why now? 

“up to finding you, sleepyhead! i just got this from bucciarati-” you waved a manila folder in front of him which ended up snapping him back from his thoughts--all of you, of course. “oh! what’s this?” you gave him an exasperated look as you landed a playful punch to his chest. “all that sleeping is turning your brain to mush, nara. what else do you think it is?” you waved the folder around again, this time a little too wildly, and its contents fell to the floor with an almost inaudible thump. instinctively, both you and narancia dove for the papers; however, when both of your hands met, he mindlessly entangled his digits with your own smaller ones. “n-nara, it’s okay, i got it--” 

“OH, Y/N, I,” he coughed, trying to calm the rising panic in his voice, “I, uh, didn’t even realize i did that! d-don’t worry about the papers, i-i got it.” his lean figure visibly trembled as he quickly gathered the folder messily, clutching it tightly before his chest to keep the slipping papers from falling once more. “narancia, are you alright?” you asked, noticing the flush coloring his cheeks and the sheen of sweat accruing at his brow. the soft pads of your fingers ghosted along his arm and made all the hairs on hid body stand on end. “y-yes! yes, y/n, i’m fine! don’t worry about me, just a little, uh, sleepy.” 

you blinked at him while trying you hardest not to break into a fit of laughter. “narancia...you’re sleepy?!” narancia took a step back, now holding the folder with two hands. “uh, yeah, i think im g-gonna go splash some cold water on my face,” he took a few steps in the other direction before spinning right back around again, “oh, right! y/n, don’t you need this folder?” 

you barely had a second to even register all that transpired within the last 5 minutes, the sight of the folder being thrust back in your direction snapping you back with a start. “ah, n-no, actually, nara, bruno told me to give it to you. he told me there was something in there he wanted you to get a chance to look over before i did...something about needing you to devise a plan on your own so you can start taking the lead a little more, i dunno.” you shrugged, giving him an awkward smile before you stepped back. “well, uh, i think i’ll leave you to your planning, nara. come get me when you’re done, okay? i’ll just be in my room waiting for you.” before he could say another word you hurriedly found solace in your bedroom. 

you hadn’t noticed the burning in your cheeks and the faint tremor of your hands, but they became achingly apparent the second you shut your door behind you. was nara always that cute? your mind was racing, going a mile a minute. even when he was acting like a total klutz, you couldn’t help but subconcsiously admire the way his raven hair messily framed his face--youthful, yet prettied with age. the way his hand felt around yours lingered on you like a phantom, causing you to slide down your door like a lovesick teen. have you always cherished him this much?

**

meanwhile in the bathroom, narancia splashed his face with freezing cold water nearly 5 times. what the hell was wrong with him?! first those damn dreams, then the way the heat in his cheeks would radiate to his reddened ears when your visage hung in his mind, now the tremble of his voice? “merda, narancia...pull yourself together!” he cursed under his breath. as he crashed back upon his bed with a groan, his violet gaze met with the folder lying limp on the bedside table; of course, he forgot to even see what the hell bruno’s deal was. taking the lead? planning without his partner? it made less and less sense the more he replayed your words in his mind--though, that could be because he was too focused on remembering the harmony that was the sound your voice. 

with an exasperated sigh, narancia sat up and leaned over to snatch the folder, emptying its contents carelessly across the bed. “cosa diavolo sta succedendo?!*” in his tremblng hands was--bruno’s credit card? and with a note attached: 

“narancia, 

i see the way you smile aorund y/n, the way you lose yourself in her gaze and your undeniable dedication to her partnership. i think your oversleeping will resolve itself once you finally take the lead. 

take her out tonight--that’s an order.

-bruno.” 

narancia nearly fainted. too much was happening and too many thoughts raced into his mind as he struggled to even hold the card still enough to remove the sticky note. “so a date..he wants me to ask her on a date--” 

“nara?” 

narancia’s head snapped to the doorway, and seeing your figure frozen in the doorway made his blood run cold. when the hell did you get there? “y/n! wh-what’s up?” he asked, the tremor of his voice only making your own panic worsen. “uh, i came to see h-how you’re doing, but...who are you asking on a date? i-if you dont mind me asking!” your heart pounded in your chest as your mind pleaded not to hear another girl’s name, not to hear anyone but you. narancia glanced back to the note-- take her out, that’s an order--then back to you. “uh, y/n...” he set the card aside, getting up to close the distance between the two of you, then gently held both of your hands.

 “n-nara, i--!” he shushed you, thumb gliding gently across the back of your hand. “y/n...i’m going to take the lead now. i’m going to make sure you never have a doubt in your mind about my next move ever again!” with newfound confidence he gave your hands a careful squeeze, before continuing, “y/n, cara...well, there’s no better way for me to say this, but,” your heart burned with desire, trembling body nearly melting as narancia took you into his surprisingly strong embrace. 

“i love you, y/n. and i want to show you just how much i love you...how does tonight sound, carina?”

*what the hell is going on?

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[mrsseverussnape]

Love Is You - chapter 6

a/n: Are you seeing these posts? If not i don’t wanna spend my time editing the fanfiction for nothing…

    The familiar knock on the door woke Scarlett up in the morning. It was none other than Severus Snape. He was standing there with their breakfast.

"Did i wake you up...?"

"Yeah..." Scarlett murmured sleepily. "Whatever come in."

"Sorry, i thought you'd be awake..." he put the plates on the table.

"The pills make me sleepy all the time... You help yourself, i will be back." She headed to the bathroom.

While he was pouring tea into the cups, she came back and sat down the chair.

"I went to the owlery earlier and there were couple of letters for you so i took them, here."

"Oh thanks."

She looked through them; Leo, Carina, dad... and there was a package. She wondered who sent it so ripped it open since there was no name tag on it. There was a grey cardigan and a note inside of the package, she immediately recognized the cardigan because it was hers. She was very confused, so she picked up the note and read it.

~

I didn't have any thick clothes with me that night and after Sirius and his warmness left me all alone in the cold bed, i had to borrow that from your wardrobe. You lost your husband but you can have your cardigan back.

Love, Arabelle

~

Scarlett took the cardigan and the note and threw them into the fireplace while tears running down on her cheeks.

"How dare she!?" She punched the wall next to the fireplace and fell down the floor crying hysterically. Severus run up to her immediately; he was shocked at her reaction, that was so out of character.

"Scarlett, Scar calm down. What's wrong?"

"I want to kill her!" She was screaming and crying with anger. "I hate her! She ruined everything!" She was digging her long nails into her palms as she clenched her fists.

Severus was so confused and worried at the same time. He hasn’t seen her like this before and he wasn't sure what to do because clearly talking wouldn't work at that moment so he just held her close to calm her down. Scarlett was resistant at first but after a while she leant into him and just cried her eyes out until there was no tear to shed. Sometime have passed like that and finally she was no longer crying and moved away from his embrace slowly.

"I am sorry, that was so pathetic of me..." She whispered while looking away from him.

"There is no need to apologize Scarlett." He stood up and gave her a hand then he led her to the table.

"I feel so ashamed... I can't control myself at all..."

He poured some fresh tea for her and sat back down.

"Why do you feel ashamed? You just express your emotions that way and if it relaxes you, do it."

"I have bad thoughts all over my mind Severus... i don't even know what am i gonna do next. I am scared of myself..."

"Talk through them with me."

She took a sip from her tea and thought for a while. "Did Carina tell you anything? Be honest with me."

"No, not at all. She just said family issues and i didn't question it any further."

"I don't know where to start, so many things happened lately... like i can't perceive them at all." sighed deeply, Scarlett was feeling so distressed she was still shaking from the crying.

"Start with the easiest one for you."

"I am no longer the deputy minister, i quit."

"I read that in newspaper and i was surprised actually."

"It wasn't an easy decision. I love... loved my job and it was a good way to show my abilities but... i had to quit."

"Did you get a better offer from somewhere else?"

"Oh, i wish..." she smiled sadly "I am unemployed right now." She saw the confused look on his face. "And here is the shitty part..." she finished off her tea, hoping it would ease her a bit. But unfortunately, it didn't. She was scratching her hands unwittingly. Severus knew something bad was coming, this was never a good sign.

"He, Sirius, umm... cheated on me..." she bit her lip to stop herself from crying once again but the tears didn't want to stay in their places but run down on her cheeks. "With his co-worker... i caught them in our bed..."

Severus couldn't believe the things he just heard. Sirius literally would kill himself to be with Scarlett when he was young and when he finally had her, he cheated. Severus regretted his decision that he made 30 years ago, he shouldn't have believed Sirius. While he was busy with his thoughts, Scarlett continued.

"We divorced 10 days ago. 26 years of marriage ended in half an hour... and like this wasn't bad enough, after the court i came across with "the girl" and she humiliated me in front of many people. And the package was from her. She has borrowed my cardigan that night because after i interrupted their hot action, she was cold." Her anger was rising, and her face was turning red at the same time. "She wrote me that i lost my husband but i can take my cardigan back." She laughed angrily and then started to cry helplessly once again.

Severus was so angry and just wanted to find Sirius and put him in his place. Seeing Scarlett like this broke his heart into pieces but he didn't know what to do to make her feel any better. He could see her pain through her beautiful eyes. He would give anything to see them shine with happiness again.

"I am standing on a very thin line, if i let myself fall which i am close to... i won't be able to recover from this at all or it will be so hard... I don't want it Severus..." her voice had such a pleading tone and she was literally screaming for help.

"I am here for you Scarlett, whatever you want or need i will always be there to help you."

He was dying to hug her tightly and kiss her pain away. She was the only one he ever loved and his love for her never changed over years.

"Thank you, Severus." She smiled faintly.

He watched her while she was taking her pills with shaky hands.

"Would you like to do something today?" He felt like he needs to take her out of this room, she was stuck between the walls for days and it wasn’t helping her a bit.

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, we can go for a walk to Hogsmade?"

She thought about it for couple of minutes.

"We can do that, maybe being outside will be good for me."

"Good then. I will be in my room, when you are ready just knock on my door." He picked up the breakfast dishes and left.

Scarlett sat on the chair for a while before starting to get ready. She thought about Severus, when he was here with her she felt so comfortable even speaking about such hard topics for her. He always made her feel so calm and peaceful. But another side of her was still hurt by him. She decided not to think about that now, there were already man problems in her life.

Some time has passed, and she was knocking on his door. He opened it with a tiny smile on his lips.

"Sorry it took a little longer, apparently i forgot how to dress up since the only thing i wear was sleeping gowns for weeks..."

"It's okay and you look beautiful whatever you wear." The sentence did slip from his mouth before he thought, he blushed a little after he noticed what he just said.

"Thank you, Severus."

She smiled lightly and the two walked out from the castle to Hogsmade. It was a chill November day, just like Scarlett likes it. She was a total winter person and the cold weather always made her feel better and alive. A tiny smile appeared on her lips.

"I was thinking the old days, i have never imagined that we would be on our way to Hogsmade in our 50s."

He chuckled softly. "But here we are. Just like we used to do while we were at Hogwarts."

"I would like to live a day from those good old times."

"We can live like one. First we go to Honeydukes and get your chocolates then we have our hot chocolates at Three Broomsticks and talk."

"Sounds good to me!"

He was happy to see her all excited about such a simple day. They walked the roads they knew so well, got her favourite chocolates and now they were enjoying their drinks.

"You never talked about your life, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing much. Just working and dealing with dunderheads..."

"I hope you are not calling my daughter a dunderhead." She joked.

"I wouldn't hire her as my assistant if I thought so."

"Ah good to hear that because she really likes you, you were always her favourite professor. She would be sad if you called her a dunderhead."

"Carina was my favourite student to be honest. She was such a good student."

"Like mother like daughter." She grinned proudly and flipped her hair.

"I see you very humble."

She chuckled softly while slapping his arm jokingly. Severus grinned at her, that was his Scarlett and he was glad to see her happy. They kept talking about random stuff and spent some more time at Hogsmade. They were back at Hogwarts before it got dark.

"Thank you so much for today Severus, i feel so much better." She smiled at him before she entered her room.

"It's my pleasure, i am here if you need anything."

"Thank you again, see you tomorrow."

"See you."

He walked into his room as well and laid down on his bed thinking about her. His heart was beating like a teenage boy who was back from his first date. She was right here, so close but yet again he couldn't hold her, couldn't inhale her sweet rose scent, couldn't kiss her delicate lips...

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[oboevallis]

rocking chair pt 2

"Where are you heading?" Link asked as he watched his girlfriend get dressed. It was her day off and recently all she wanted to do was stay home and sleep, as she was nervously anticipating their sons arrival.

"A meeting." She responded, running a brush through her unkempt hair.

"Not that there's anything wrong with it, but you've been going to a lot of meetings recently. Is everything okay?" He asked sitting up on his elbows in their bed.

"Yeah, I mean I'm nervous for the baby and all. This whole time I was thinking if I can just make a healthy baby it'd all be fine, but that's not where it ends, you know?" Link nodded his head in agreement, the whole length of her pregnancy so far he'd been a nervous wreck, which was very uncharacteristic of him. "And my friend Louise, it's her first time going to meetings in a while and she lost her sponsor, so now I'm her sponsor I guess."

"That's good." Link smiled, admiring his girlfriend. "Be careful though, I don't want you overexerting yourself. We don't want our little guy coming too soon."

"I'm not going to overexert myself." She sighed, her boyfriend was very protective of her since they found out about her pregnancy. It was comforting for Amelia since she didn't have that the last time, but it was also stressful having him breathing down her neck every other minute. "I'll be home after dinner." She smiled as she went back to kiss him before she left.

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"I promised." Link sighed throwing down his screwdriver to his side.

"I doubt she'll even notice if it's an IKEA chair." Meredith rolled her eyes as she sat on the picnic bench in her backyard. Link had asked if he could use her yard, so he could surprise her with it, and she wouldn't see him struggling.

"I promised I'd build her a rocking chair, I want to do this."

"You may want to, but can you actually do it?"

"I can." The man huffed as he looked back on the blueprints he drew up. "If I can put bones back in place for a living I can definitely build a rocking chair."

"Whatever you say." Meredith smirked as she took a sip of lemonade.

"Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna help me?" Meredith seemed to consider this and assured him she was going to be no help and walked back inside. He then picked up his phone and clicked on the contact he was looking for.

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"Three donuts already." Louise sarcastically said as she walked up to the snack table after the meeting.

"And what is that your third coffee?" Amelia playfully bit back, as she wiped her face of the donut powder.

"Want to head down to the coffee shop down on the corner?"

"Oh so I can watch you drink coffee and I'm stuck with hot chocolate."

"Precisely." Louise smiled, the pair then walked down the street in the light rain. Once the two were sat down at the booth in the coffee shop and had ordered them had started up with conversation again. "So how are you feeling?"

"Hey, I'm your sponsor. I'm supposed to be asking those questions."

"You were pestering me that whole meeting, I should get a chance to check in on you. Is Atticus still bugging you?"

"He's just so restless." Amelia ran her finger over the rim of her mug. "I just want to sleep and all he wants to do is prepare."

"Roles seem reversed." Louise smirked, bringing the mug to her lips. "He's nesting and you're hibernating."

"I guess. I'm just nervous."

"Have you voiced your concerns to him?"

"I mean, he's really understanding. He accepts my grief revolving around my first son, but he just doesn't get I just need to be left alone. He's just breathing down my back alllllllways."

"Last time, you were all alone. This is different now, your baby's father is with you." Since the two had started to talk, they immediately clicked and felt comfortable in confiding in one another. "It's normal to feel like that. Have you asked him to back off."

"No I haven't." Amelia sighed playing with a hangnail on her hand. "I want this relationship to be different. I don't want lying to protect the other people, and I don't want resent him eventually. He's just sooooo happy, and all he wants to do is take care of me. I just want to be  left alone and to do things for myself."

"You know what you need to do. You just said it, you've got to be honest."

"Why do you always have to be right?" The neurosurgeon groaned, before starting to ask the latter questions in how she was doing.

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"And your an orthosurgeon really?" Winston asked as he sawed a piece of wood. "And you can't construct a simple rocking chair?"

"Okay, okay, I get it I’m a failure is it out of your system yet?"

"Yeah just about."

"How did you learn how to do this?" Link asked as Winston helped him hold the pieces of wood steady as he hammered.

"My grandfather. He loved to build, he was the only relative disappointed when I turned out to be a surgeon and not a carpenter." The younger man chuckled.

"He must've been devastated." Link sarcastically remarked, the more time he spent around his girlfriend the more sarcastic he became.

"What made you think you could build a rocking chair?"

"Not really sure. Amelia said she wanted me to build one, I think she knows I can't really do it. I've been doing little DIY projects and now she likes to tease me so at first I thought this was a joke, but then realized she was serious."

"I think it's really amazing y'all are making it work, you guys seem to really love each other." Winston smiled, he had just reconnected with Maggie and couldn't believe how fast he was falling for her. He wanted to see if what he was feeling by was possible, he saw these two fall in love so quickly but didn't know if it was out of obligation.

"I know what it seems like, I'm staying out of obligation but it's not like that. I love her, she's the only person I've truly truly loved." Link smiled uncontrollably, he couldn't believe he was this guy, the hopeless romantic and the soon to be father.

"I didn't mean it like that. It's comforting to see, because I'm falling for Maggie so quickly it doesn't even seem real. So if it happened with you and Amelia, I don't know gives me hope."

"I honestly never really believed in love when I met Amelia. From what I've experienced so far, love just kinda happens, there's no timeline it's just, what ever happens, happens you know?"

"Whatever happens, happens." Winston repeated, smiling at the thought, it was oddly comforting.

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"Looks great. You did a good job." Winston congratulated as the two admired the chair in Meredith's backyard. They had been working on it for a little over a week and had finally finished. "Ready to bring it over?"

"Yep!" Link smiled proudly. The two loaded the rocking chair into Winstons car, hence it being bigger, and secured it and made their way to Links apartment. The two brought the chair into the apartment surprised to see the lights turned off. "Amelia?"

"Did she say she was home?" Winston asked as they set the chair down into the nursery.

"Yeah, she did." Link walked out into the hallway, and check the bathroom and bedroom. Link then went to the front door, after hearing a knock. He quickly opened it expecting his girlfriend. "Oh, Louise. Hi."

"Amelia called me earlier and asked me to come over."

"Did she say why?" Links nerves staring to rise.

"No, just asked if I'd come over."

"Huh." Link moved to the side to let her in. "I just got home and she isn't here. What did she sound like on the phone?"

"I mean she seemed a little shaken up, but I wasn't concerned."

"Huh." Link sighed as he walked over to the kitchen table and picked up his phone to call his girlfriend, and was surprised when Maggie barged in.

"Maggie?" Winston was surprised to see his girlfriend run through the door.

"Where's the fire?" Link asked feeling his anxiety start to bubble.

"Oh umm, to see the cat." It was obvious Maggie was lying, and Link assured her that was a bad idea before she even spoke. "Amelias at the hospital, she's having contractions. And wanted me to grab the hospital bag."

"Amelia's having contractions? It's too early." Link had begun to panic, he ran back into the nursery and grabbed the bag. "Why didn't she call me?" Maggie stopped him before he exited the door.

"I don't know, it's early they've got her on terbutaline to try and stop contractions."

"How couldn't she call me?" Link asked hurt, and jumped when an arm met his shoulder.

"She's just scared. She's not trying to shut you out, you know that." Louise comforted, and Link nodded assuring he understood. Amelia confided in him the other night about how this pregnancy scared her and wasn't used to someone being there for her. "When you go to the hospital don't freak out."

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Amelia wiped the gel off of her stomach. Carina had just done a final scan before letting her go home. They were able to stop her contractions and now she was on modified bed rest. The door than abruptly opened, and Amelia felt her heart drop. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Link but she was panicked when the contractions started and didn't know what to do.

"Link. I'm so so so sorry. You see I thought they were just Braxton Hicks so I called Louise, and then I was like oops these aren't Braxton Hicks. So then I went to the hospital and Maggie saw me and then she offered to get by bag, but my contractions have stopped and I'm not gonna over exert myself and it's all gonna be okay." Amelia quickly ranted, but was immediately comforted when her boyfriend engulfed her in a hug. “I'm sorry I didn't call you."

"Don't apologize." Link whispered as she rubbed her back. "Don't be sorry. You were scared, this is new for you. But I'm here, we're in this together."

"God, I love you. Anyone else would've been so pissed."

"Well I'm not anyone else." Link smirked.

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[calzona-all-ways]

Mrs. Torres and the Red Headed Devil

CHAPTER 4

By: Anonymous

“You mean you wouldn’t take her back”? April asked incredulously.

“Nope. Not a chance.”

“But the hot sex-”

“Was no where near hot enough to wipe away the thought of them together.”

“But I don’t understand. I thought that you guys were-”

“We were. But then we broke up and she had sex with that- that redheaded… devil,” Arizona cringed at the image her words brought forth before concluding with a “Blecch…” the sentence ending as the blonde sucked in a heavy breath to rein in her lingering disgust at the traitorous former chief of surgery who had been way too eager to involve himself in her battle for custody.

“Hey, I have red hair too you know.”

“Oh! Sorry. Sorry. But hey, you didn’t take the stand against me and you haven’t tried to bed any of my lovers. At least as far as I know of.”

Unfazed, April sympathized with her friends comment. “I would never do that to a friend.”

“That’s because you’re not a trouble making crap dog or a- a ginger haired-”

A pale hand stood erect to quell the flow of harsh words before they could progress in severity.

“I get it, Arizona. I get it. But that ‘crap dog’ and I are friends too.”

"I know. I know you are. I guess I just get carried away when I think of what went on in court and then the two of them- well, you know.”

“In flagrante delicto, I heard. So I guess its a safe bet that you won’t be taking her back any time soon then.”

Arizona snorted. Her mind flitted to her one true love and that woman’s unexpected return into her life just the day before. “Absolutely. In fact I’d say it’s a guaranteed sure thing.“

Out of sight but not earshot, Callie winced. Brown eyes closed in a prolong blink only to spring open when the blondes invective echoed in her head and she finally placed the familiar words. ‘Red headed devil’. So that’s where Sofia picked up the phrase, she must’ve heard it from the mother she emulated. Callie had thought it strange for Arizona to refer to her recently ex-girlfriend as such, for she had never displayed any outward disapproval of her relationship with Penny. In fact, before their atrocious battle for custody, her ex wife was nothing if not friendly and supportive of her and the younger resident’s burgeoning feelings for each other. Apparently things were not as cordial as they had appeared to be. God, how could she have been so wrong, the brunette wondered. How could she have been so stupid? Callie grimaced remembering how she had shown up on her ex wife’s doorstep the previous evening, practically begging for a second chance. She suddenly felt so foolish.

Taking a step closer to the doorway, Callie craned her neck to hear more.

"Arizona, that’s not fair. You guys were broken up when she, you know.”

“I know. And I don’t care. And now she thinks she can just waltz back up to me and ask me to what? Be her girlfriend? Her steady sex partner? After her gross little fling?”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I’m going to do nothing. Not a thing. I know she wants to try again, but every time of think of them together, kissing, touching, I just- I get so repulsed. I mean she’s actually, physically repulsive to me now. And I could never be in a relationship with somebody who I have an aversion to. No matter HOW good the sex once was.”

Tears form in Calles eyes as she digested the blondes words, the despair cascading in her soul making her feel like she might vomit. What had Arizona expected her to do? They were broken up with nary a chance for reconciliation.

“Ok, well I get that, I guess. I mean there ARE plenty of other fish in the sea-”

“Nope. Not for me.” An ebullient smile suddenly overtook the blondes features and her eyes seemed to sparkle. “My fishing pole is permanently retired,” she leaned in to whisper excitedly.

“Your… fishing pole is retired?” April automatically mimicked her friends softer tone. “When did you take up-wait, do you mean- did you meet someone?”

Arizona’s eyes flitted around her surroundings in a quick perusal of their settings before she clutched at her friends upper arm and relocated them into a nearby attending’s lounge and unknowingly out of the ortho surgeons earshot.

“Callie’s back.”

“Oh, yeah I know. She consulted on a case this morning. Why didn’t you tell me she was coming for a visit?”

“No, April. I mean Callie’s BACK back.”

“Um, I KNOW know? Are you feeling alright? I just told you I saw her earlier. We had a patient…? Talk about a shock. I didn’t even know she was here until she was THERE. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Am I- never mind.” Blue eyes rolled at the conversational maze this announcement seemed determined to travel. “Callie is BACK back, April. BACK in my life…” At the continued look of befuddlement a now wide eyed Arizona tried once more. “Baaack in my orbit….”

“Your orbit?” April brows furrowed deeper as she spoke. “Are we in space now? Because we were just fishing-”

“Oh my God. Callie is back to stay and I hope to have her back in my life and my bed as well.”

“Oh. OH! OH MY GOD! YAY!” She grabbed the blonde and hugged her tightly. “When did that happen? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell you because technically it hasn’t happened yet.”

Releasing the fetal surgeon from the embrace, April huffed in frustration.

“It didn’t-You know, you’ve kind of got a whole blonde thing going on today,” her hand trailed the air up and down in front of her friends body for emphasis. “Because talking to you didn’t used to be so confusing.”

“Argh! Callie came to my house last night with Sofia-”

“Aww. How is Sofia? You must be SO happy to finally have her back-”

“April! Focus! Of course I’m glad to have Sofia back! I’m thrilled! But Callie showed up and told me she broke up with Penny and she came back here for me. For ME. Can you believe that? She came back for ME, April. Because she missed me, she missed being with me and she wants us to try again. She wants to be with me. This is definitely one of the happiest days of my life! First I get Sofia back and now maybe Callie too!”

“Wow. that’s… wow. I’m so happy for you Arizona.”

“Me too. Me too. I can’t tell you how much .Thank you April. For being happy for me. You’re a good friend.”

“True. So what are you going to do about Carina?”

“Who? Oh! Nothing. Nothing. I mean Carina’s nice and all, and being with her was fun, but this is Callie we’re talking about. CALLIE.”

“So much for the hot Italian sex.”

Arizona scoffed. “Doesn’t even come close to the incredibly amazing sex with the woman of my dreams.”

“Ooh, are you taking about me?” Carina appeared through the opened doorway and maneuvered her way into the friends conversation, hijacking it to her favor, her cocked eyebrow reflective of the hope in her voice.

“Uh, I gotta…” April thumbed over her shoulder while her eyes flitted between the former lovers. “Bye.” Not wanting any part of THAT conversation, she turned abruptly and scurried away, hurrying right past Callie who quickly turned her back to the trauma surgeon before she could be noticed.

“Did I say something wrong?” Carina’s eyes watched April’s retreat before turning back to the fetal surgeon.

“Um, no, she just had a patient.”

“Oh. Then I am glad, because now I can have you all to myself.”

Carina stepped closer and Arizona instinctively took two steps back.

“Uh, Carina, I told you last night, this wasn’t going to happen anymore. We’re over.”

“Ah, but you’ve told me lots of things in the night, no?”

Carina? Callie’s mind searched the name. Ah, DeLuca’s sister and an obvious conquest.

“None of which I’ve meant as seriously as what I told you last night.”

“Is this about the bone doctor?”

“Callie. Her name is Callie. And yes it’s about her- well, US. She’s back now and she wants to try again-”

“I want to try again.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t. At least not with YOU, anyway.”

“Is this because of my relations with Owen?”

Callie’s eyes grew wide at the revelation of a love triangle and it’s participants as she hovered in the hallway outside of the attending lounge while the women conversed. She briefly wondered how in the Hell anyone who would lay claim to sanity could be torn between Arizona Robbins and the ginger haired former chief who’s exaggerated show of passion apparently included the act of gnawing at his partners face in lieu of a simple kiss. Even in a bizzaro world of alternate universes Callie would be adversed to traveling THAT road, she mused. Especially if given the option of the softer more feminine curves of her former wife.

As she contemplated that, Arizona’s earlier harsh words mingled with her own mental description of the male trauma surgeon and echoed through her mind and somewhere within, a sprig of insight became fertilized. Ginger haired former chief? Red Headed Devil? Wait. Was it- could it be possible that Penny hadn’t been the intended recipient of those depictions at all, but rather their ex-boss himself? After all, given the circumstances that made greater sense and the more Callie thought about it the more convinced she became.

“I told you, this is about Callie and I possibly being together again,” The ortho surgeon’s mind pulled focus just in time to hear.

“I don’t want to lose you,”

“I’m sorry.”

"You could invite her to join us.”

Two sets of eyes went wide at that. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You Americans,” Carina shook her head and smiled. “Why do you prefer everything to be so complicated? If you desire her, invite her to our bed. The more the merrier, after all.”

“The more the- no. Nuh uh. Just… No.”

Out in the hall, the ortho surgeon thanked God for Arizona’s refusal and closed her gaping jaw breathing in a sigh of relief.

“But I’ve seen her pictures at your house. She is very beautiful.”

“Yes. Yes she is.”

“And I love to experience beautiful people.”

“Uh…”

Callie and Arizona shared a telepathic link when their minds came together at the same moment and both flashed onto Owen Hunt, each woman concluding that apparently the Italian doctor has been treating patients while being badly in need of glasses. "Okaaay.”

“So, three beautiful women together-”

“Is never going to happen. I would never share Callie with anyone.”

“But I insist.”

“And I refuse. What Callie and I have-um, had, is way too special to share with anybody else. So, I’m sorry, but no. Uh, thank you?”

“Why don’t we ask your Callie? This is her, yes?”

Turning to follow Carina’s gaze, blue eyes locked into the most beautiful woman they’d ever seen, leaving a discovered Callie with no choice but to hesitantly approach the conversing duo.

“Uh, Arizona? Do you have a minute?” Callie had mistakenly believed she had been stealthily manipulating her way incrementally closer since she’d seen the doctor clad in pink scrubs approach her former wife, but during her subterfuge hadn’t realized how exposed she’d actually become. Now she’d have to go in blind as to where the blonde stood on the idea of their reconciliation.

“Calliope.” A brilliant smile shined suddenly across Arizona’s face as the ortho surgeon stopped in front of her. “Yes of course. I always have a minute for you.”

Encouraged by the warm greeting, Callie’s eager eyes barely acknowledged Carina before settling on the beauty of Arizona, her features taking on an almost magical glow as she unconsciously mirrored the blonde’s smile with one of her own

“So, did you uh, did you have a chance to think about what I said last night-”

“Um, hello?

"Hi,” Callie gave a curt smile and a dismissive salutation to the woman with the accent, and then continued on in the same breath to her former wife.

“-Because I can come back if you need some more time.”

“No.”

Crestfallen, the smile faded instantly from Callie’s lips, her eyes appeared to dull and her shoulders slumped while her mind became suddenly feverish to find a credible excuse for a hasty, yet dignified retreat.

“Oh. Oh. Okay.”

Realizing immediately from Callie’s reaction that she had taken her reply wrongly, Arizona was quick to amend.

“No, Callie, I meant no, don’t leave.”

Her hand instinctively gripped onto the ortho surgeon’s sturdy forearm to stop her from walking away and Callie felt that connection down to her toes. Trying to calm the suddenly very heavy thump of her heart, she took several shaky breaths and struggled not to focus on the heat from the skin on skin contact but rather the hope of the words that would next fall from those pink lips.

“And yes.”

“Yes? Yes, you thought about it, ooor-”

“No. Yes.” Arizona blew out a heavy breath and with a roll of blue eyes tried again. “Yes, I thought about it and yes to your question.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Seriously?”

Arizona laughed. “Seriously.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God, I can’t believe- Yes!” Callie’s happiness got the better of her and she wrapped her arms around Arizona and hugged her close.

Carina eyes flit from one woman to the other in the happy embrace. “What does this mean, this yes?”

Happily turning with the woman she loved secure in her arms, she faced Carina without releasing Arizona from her hold.

“What it means is that if anyone here is inviting any third persons into their bed it will be Arizona and I, inviting YOU into OURS,” she informed, letting on that she had overheard their conversation as she tried to use Carina’s own words to get the message of her and Arizona’s reconciliation across to the foreign woman, who mistook it for an invitation instead.

“I accept.”

“What? Wait-what?”

The offer brought their embrace to an end as Callie and Arizona each turned to face Carina at the same time.

“This invitation you’ve so graciously extended, I accept.”

“Uh, Whoa. Um, I didn’t - I mean, I’m not-”

“I would love to experience sexual pleasures with you and Arizona concurrently.”

Callie’s eyes grew wide as she stammered to find her way out of the miscommunication.

"No. No, see- I was trying- I overheard- and thought I could- I mean-” Her eyes found Arizona’s and pleaded silently for help. The blonde simply smiled for a moment or two, enjoying Callie’s predicament before interjecting her aid.

“There’ll be no threesome, Carina.”

“And why not? Did I have sex with the dog again?”

“Huh?” Callie did a comical double take between the other two women. “What- wait- What??”

An image of Carina and Owen flashed through a grinning Arizona’s mind.

“In a manner of speaking,” she replied before correcting her former girlfriends mistranslated metaphor yet again. “And you mean 'screwed the pooch.’

"This is what I said, no?”

“Uh, no.”

“God, no,” Callie reiterated.

“Hmm.” Carina dismissed with the wave of a hand. “So is this no to the sharing of pleasures as well then?”

“Uh, yeah, no. Sorry. Uh, no offense. I mean I’m sure you’re fantastic and all-well, I’m not SURE sure-” Callie tried again.

Carina tilted her head, her brows furrowed as her mind worked to interpret the words of confusion that fell from the enchanting ortho surgeon.

“I mean you seem like a nice person- and you probably ARE- but there’s no way I’m sharing Arizona with anyone. You included.”

Carina’s eyes openly perused Callie’s frame. “The three of us would have an incredibly passionate encounter.”

Still trying to be polite Callie replied. “I’m uh, I’m sure we would? But no. Um, no, no thank you.”

“Hmm. As you wish. But if you change your mind, Arizona has my number.” Carina winked saucily then turned and walked away.

“Wow. She’s… wow.” Callie stated as her eyes followed Carina’s retreating form. “She doesn’t hold much back, does she?”

“She really doesn’t.”

Callie stepped into Arizona’s space to wrap her arms around the blonde and pull her close once more.

“Yeah, well as much as I like a forward woman, you know the kind that’ll kiss a total stranger in a dirty bar bathroom-”

“A totally HOT stranger-”

“I meant what I said, Arizona. I’m not sharing you with anybody else. Ever. So you’d better get used to it.”

“Yes please. I don’t ever want to be shared-”

Callie laughed. “You don’t ever want to be shared, huh? Exactly how much time did you spend with the italian lady?”

“Ha ha. And no, I don’t want to be shared. And I’m never sharing you either.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” Callie spoke lowly, her face moving closer and closer until her lips were mere millimeters apart from Arizona’s.

"Good. Now shut up and kiss me, Calliope.”

Callie didn’t need to be asked twice.

The End

#calzona fanfiction #callie torres #arizona robbins #calzona #calzona fic #Calzona Always - All Ways #anonymous #final chapter

[davidcarner]

Season 3, Bartowskified Ch 6, Team Moron vs The Three Words

A/N: I'm back…you're back…you like this fluff sandwich don't you? Well, have I got a shock for you, it's going to keep on with the fluffy fluffity. Hopefully none of you have died from the dieabeties. Hey, do me a favor. We have a new fic on this site and a new writer to Chuck that has launched an AU that I think is just amazing. It does feature a major characters death, but I've done that before as well *cough* Sarah vs the Life Unexpected *cough* Check out CandenceIX's VS The Bartowski Curse. It's got LOADS of potential fam. Welcome to Ch 6, Team Moron vs The Three Words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck but I do tell everyone I know about it.

"She's staying here?" Sarah rolled her eyes. She loved him but he could whine like no other. Chuck and Carina had gotten off to such a bad start last time and she really wanted the two of them to get along. Carina truly was her best friend and until they found somewhere for her to stay she was staying with them. "I didn't mean it like that," he said softly.

Sarah looked up at him. They had been in bed for a bit before she had told Chuck that Carina was staying here until they found a place for her. "Then what is it?"

"Wellllll, it's, uh. Um….err."

Sarah grinned. "Seriously?"

"OKAY FINE!" Chuck was close to pouting. "I like it being just the two of us, after so long."

"I like it too," she murmured snuggling into him. She used to think she like 30 minutes of silence at night but that was to shut up Bryce from talking, on those nights she spent the night. "Nothing's gonna change." Chuck snorted and Sarah's eyes popped opened, and she slowly raised up to look at him. "Excuse me?" she asked softly.

"Things will change."

She stared at him. "Chuck, I don't care what she says, I love you, I'm here. You have to believe that."

"I do, Sarah, I believe you love me."

She nodded. "Good." He still didn't look like he believed her. She squinted an eye. "What exactly are you talking about?" He looked a little uncomfortable. "Spill it, Bartowski."

"The sex, okay. I'm trying to be an adult here, but she's here and that, well, changes thing."

"The sex?"

"You know," he began.

"OH, I know, I just wondering if you know how that sounds."

Chuck got a serious look on his face. "So no, the sex." Sarah shook her head no. "Got it."

"Chuck, you'll just have to be less vocal." Chuck turned red. "We'll have to practice. It will be good spycraft."

"What kinda spying does that?!"

"The kind where the nerd's girlfriend is trying to have sex with her boyfriend but he won't shut up."

"Oh." He thought for a second, reached up, and mimed zipping his lips.

"Uh-uh," she said softly. "I need those lips, Bartowski."

"Who's ya mamma!"

-ooooo-

"Chuck, you can't leave me. Besides, who names the company that?" Morgan was following him everywhere he went. Chuck had turned in his two weeks notice. Skynet financial services was opening in the former Orange Orange building. Chuck was in charge of IT, Sarah the Office Manager, and Casey, to everyone's surprise was a certified financial planner. Chuck even went to make a joke before Casey showed him his portfolio and 401k. Chuck walked away muttering.

"What do you want me to do, stay at the Buy More?"

"FINALLY! You are seeing the light?" Chuck looked to heavens for guidance. He wasn't expecting the angel that wrapped her arm around him.

"What light is he seeing?" Sarah asked. Chuck gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Ooo, a peck on the cheek, Bartowski you're getting absolutely scandalous." Chuck gave her a look, swiftly, but gently, put a hand on the small of her back, the other behind her neck, and kissed her soundly in front of God, everybody, and Jeff and Lester.

"That's a copious amount of tongue," Lester observed.

Morgan shrugged. "What can I say, the girl likes her Chuck."

All three men sighed, and Chuck and Sarah slowly broke away and looked at the three.

"You're quitting right now," Sarah said, dragging him out of the Buy More.

"Sarah, they scare me, make them go away."

-ooooo-

There was a pounding on Chuck and Sarah's apartment door. Carina went to answer it and there stood Morgan.

"Martin," she answered with a grin.

"I see. This explains so much. " Carina raised an eyebrow. "You're in town and you didn't call me. No problem, I get the hint. Are they here? In the back making the beast with two backs as the kids say."

"Do the kids say that?"

"I wouldn't know, I'm a full grown adult."

Carina shut her mouth hard so she wouldn't reply. "I think they're at their new store."

"You're working there too, aren't you? Bryce isn't dead, you're in town, I get it."

"What do you get?"

"You want Chuck, but all you're doing now is trying to make him jealous. First was me, now you're after pretty boy, and while I'll admit, the two of you would make some beautiful babies, you'll feel empty inside. Dead. Because you've left what's best for you behind."

Carina thought for a second. "You?"

Morgan threw his hands in the air and backed away. "Tell my friend we're going clubbing tonight. I've got my eye on you." He pointed from his eyes to her. "They were made for each other Carina."

"Just so we're clear, you think I'd be happier not with Bryce, but with you, Martin?"

"Not me. I didn't tell you that." He gave he a sad look, a look of pity. "Your heart tells you that." With that he turned and walked away.

"What the hell was that?"

-ooooo-

"We're going clubbing?" Chuck looked at Carina like she had grown a second head. Why would Morgan want to go clubbing?

"He thinks you'll be happier with him than me?" Bryce looked at Carina like she had grown a second head.

"Morgan thinks you're in love with Chuck?" Sarah looked at Carina like she had grown a second head.

"Yes, to each and everyone of your questions." She was exhausted, especially with Casey chuckling every five seconds. "But you all missed the most important point, what am I supposed to be doing?"

"I know your account is just as diversified as Casey's," Chuck said trying to figure out Morgan's insane plan. "You can be a financial analyst as well."

"If I do I need to borrow you and your girl tonight." The grin on Carina's face scared Chuck to no end.

"Uh, I have plans." It was worth a shot.

The grin on Carina's face scared him. "Oh, I know just the club for those plans to happen."

-ooooo-

"We're being setup, aren't we?" The two were in the club, with no sign of Carina and Morgan. All day Chuck and Sarah both thought something was up with everyone but they just couldn't put their finger on it. "Carina and Morgan were in on this together. We could have done this at home. The biggest difference would have been Carina making inappropriate remarks to me than all these guys running around here."

Sarah turned to her boyfriend, a smile on her face. "You know what would help, if I had a ring on my finger. That would keep all these guys off of me."

Chuck turned toward her his jaw dropping. "Are you….did you….Sarah?"

Sarah realized that may have been too much, too soon. "Oh, God! No! Chuck. I'm sorry. I mean it's been two long years I know, and I like our new life, but married, I mean what would we do?"

Chuck nodded, and was silent for a second. "What would change?" He asked it softly, almost to himself. "I mean seriously, what would change?"

Sarah fought not to smile. "My last name."

Chuck gave her a look. "You're already calling yourself Bartowski so how's that a big deal?"

She smirked at that. "Can I be honest?"

"Please."

"It would be the first 'real' last name I've had in I don't know when."

Chuck looked over at her. "What else would change? Protection detail?" Sarah shook her head. "What about when if I got the Intersect out of my head?"

Slow, Sarah…slow. "No, Chuck. I'm here. It's just…marriage….it's big."

Chuck nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. Yeah it is."

"I mean you'd want kids."

Chuck shrugged. "I mean I wouldn't mind them but if your not on board….however, I do have it on good authority that being married is not a prerequisite to having kids." She gave him a good natured shove. "What else would change?"

She turned to him and grinned. "Let's see, we'd wake up beside each other every morning."

"Do that now."

"Uh, have each other's backs."

"Do that now."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I guess it would just be vows and some legalities. I love you, Chuck, and I'm here, forever."

"I love you, Sarah."

She bounced a shoulder. "So there, it's just not legal. So no big deal."

He scratched his head and opened his mouth when the ear piece he had in came to life. "If you two are done making Casey sick to his stomach, our target just walked in," Bryce said chuckling.

"You two heard all of that?" Chuck winced. Sarah tapped him on the shoulder and pointed toward Carina who walked up to the man. Carina pointed to Chuck and Sarah and led him to them.

"Chuck, Sarah, this is my friend Karl." Karl reached out to shake Chuck's hand. "He's gonna throw me a birthday party."

Chuck shook Karl's hand. "That's some friend," he began and then he saw the scar on Karl's hand. It was near instantaneous but Karl had noticed it.

"Oh, excuse us, he just had a mini seizure. We'll be glad to come to your birthday party," Sarah said, leading him off. "Carina can you drive so I can hold his mouth open so he doesn't bite his tongue?" Sarah reached in and grabbed Chuck's tongue.

"Blah bleth ptbth," was the attempted words coming out of Chuck's mouth.

She was pulling him to the door with Carina following and Karl looking confused. Carina turned to him. "I'm sorry. I can't wait for my party!" And with that the three were gone. Chuck took Sarah's fingers out of his mouth.

"Sorry, but Carina needed an out."

"No, I get it," Chuck said.

"We need to brief the general," Bryce told the group, stepping out of the van. Chuck pulled out his earpiece and handed it to them.

"Where's Morgan?"

"Tranqued. We couldn't have him interfering." Casey looked proud of himself.

"So Morgan wanted to go clubbing with me, and you all took him out. What happened to I was done lying to people?"

Sarah took his hand. "Chuck, this was big, we didn't know how he'd react, and this had to be done now."

"So you knew?" Sarah nodded.

"I see." Sarah dropped his hand in shock. Chuck nodded, turned, and started walking.

Casey was all sorts of confused. "Where are you going, Moron?"

"To check on my friend, Moron," Chuck fired back. Casey glanced at Bryce and Sarah.

"Damn it," Sarah muttered.

-ooooo-

"Good work, Team." Beckman paused and looked around. "I can't believe I'm about to ask this. What is wrong, and where is Chuck?"

"He walked home," Sarah said, looking down. "He needed some time. We ran a few submissions and well….we blew it."

"It's my fault, General," Casey said. "I thought the only way to get Chuck to be the best was to get these two permanently together, and Morgan is having trouble letting go of the mor..Chuck."

"It's my fault, General," Bryce insisted. "I'm team lead I should have stopped it."

"It's my fault, General," Sarah said, dejected. "I should know Chuck well enough by now to know you can't do this kind of thing to him and you can't take Morgan out of the equation."

"It is not my fault, General," Carina said smugly. "I just got here and these three seemed to have screwed the pooch."

Beckman sat there, staring at them. "Fix it. We need you two together, Sarah."

"I understand, General. For the Intersect to best work we need to be together."

Beckman looked away. "Who said anything about the damn Intersect," she mumbled. Everyone got wide eyed. She turned toward them. "Oh, don't give me that! Everyone of you knows he is the heart and soul of this team, and while he is, he only operates best when Sarah is there with him, for him. Damn it." She looked down and then she looked back up. "We don't need the Intersect to stop the Ring. We need Chuck Bartowski, and none of you would be there if you didn't believe it yourself. So go find him, and the short bearded one and lets get this fixed. Sarah, go get him."

"Yes, ma'am!" she replied. Beckman nodded and cut the feed.

Sarah turned toward Bryce. "What's our move?"

"We have no choice. We bring in the family, and then, Agent Walker, we deploy the most important mission you've ever been a part of."

Sarah beamed, but Carina looked confused. "What mission is that, Bryce?"

Bryce grinned at Sarah. "Operation End Fake Name."

Carina looked at Bryce, then at Sarah, and finally at Casey, who was grinning as well. "What the hell has he done to you three?"

Sarah turned to her friend. "He's Bartowskified us."

"Do I need shots, a topical cream?"

Sarah grinned. "Nope Carina, and the problem is the longer you stay here the more likely you are to be next." Sarah put her arm around Carina's shoulders and began to walk her out. "I'll give you the best words of advice anyone has ever given me during this operation." Carina listened, intently. "Don't freak out."

A/N: Figured out what the three words are in this episode? Yeah, I'm combining some things, taking shots left and right, but come on, it's what you expected or you wouldn't be here. Come on back next time for Team Moron vs The Three Words Part II….David style…Til next time…hope you enjoyed it!

DC

#Chuck #Sarah #Charah #Bartowskified #fanfic #fanfiction

[drreporting]

Jello Fellow

“I’m gonna go get some coffee, Owen announced as he pulled on a pair of pyjama pants, “Do you want anything?”

Carina sleepily mumbled an array of Italian words before finally saying, “Coffee would be nice.”

He chuckled and got up. “Okay.”

He thought he was home alone but, as he ventured down the hall, he oddly heard the boisterous laughter of his estranged wife. Stopping dead in his tracks, he listened closely for what she was saying.

“…hated paediatrics too,” she said, “Too many sad, sick kids. Couldn’t handle it.”

“Yeah,” Deluca sighed. It was nice that Amelia was making conversation with Andrew, even though Owen still wasn’t sure why she was here, in his house. Hadn’t she given him back the keys for a reason?

“I’ve actually been more interested in neuro these days…” Andrew said as Owen began walking down the hall again.

“Is that so?” he heard Amelia say in an oddly seductive voice, “Me or my tumour wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would it?”

“Well…” he hummed. The room got silent all of a sudden and, when Owen finally emerged from the hallway and to the kitchen, he saw something he wished he’d never have to see again.

Amelia was sitting on the kitchen island, in an oversized dress shirt that clearly didn’t belong to her, kissing Andrew, who had a bed sheet haphazardly wrapped around his lower half. Her legs were wrapped around his torso as they made out.

Clearing his throat, Owen made his presence known. “Hey. Good morning.” The two sprung apart from each other, startled by his presence.

“O-Owen,” DeLuca stuttered, looking nervously between him and Amelia, “I thought you were on call last night.”

“I’m on call tonight,” Owen clarified, folding his arms across his chest.

“Scrambled eggs?” Amelia offered the plate to him, clearly unbothered by Owen catching them.

“I just came for coffee,” he answered curtly. Andrew momentarily backed away while Owen grabbed two cups from the cabinet and then walked over to the machine, which was next to Amelia. As he poured the already brewed coffee into the two mugs, he eyed her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispered while Andrew whisked away at another serving of eggs, “I thought we agreed on seeing other people?”

“We did,” Owen answered with clenched teeth.

“Then what’s your problem?”

Truthfully, he’d heard moaning when he had brought Carina home last night. He was impressed then, but now he felt sick to his stomach knowing that those familiar moans were, in fact, his wife, but he wasn’t about to admit that to her. After all, if he could see people, she should be able to as well. Still…

“Are you screwing DeLuca because I’m screwing DeLuca?” he accused her, “To try and get back at me or something?”

Amelia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before dissolving into a cocky grin. “Why? Are you jealous or something?”

Owen stared at her in complete shock. “I am not jealous. I think you’re jealous and that’s why you’re screwing him.”

She rolled her eyes. “You are such a hypocrite.”

“How?” he exclaimed in a hushed tone, overly frustrated with the situation.

“You can see and screw other people, but I can’t?” She hopped off the table and took the plate of eggs. “Get over yourself, Owen. I’m sure Carina is waiting on that coffee.”

He wanted to say something, anything to counteract her statement, but she was right. And he hated that she was right. So, instead of making more of a fuss, he simply went back to his room to give Carina the cup of coffee.

#head canon #canon #omelia #owelia #amen #amenfics #oweliafics #omeliafics #owen hunt #amelia shepherd #carina de luca #andrew de luca

[cbk1000]

Eternal Night Chapter Ten

So. We meet again. *Dramatic cowboy movie music*

In chapter nine you saw me explosively unravel over Philip's dirty underwear because he's a filthy pig and I 100% stand by my 'I hope you contract some rare form of dick sepsis and die horribly' comment; in chapter ten we again return to Nike, possibly the smartest of all the gods, which is basically like saying she's the brightest of all the bulbs in a 350-year-old attic; there's an occasional flicker, but mostly you're just wandering around in the dark between snack breaks for paint chips.

Since it's been some time, if you'd like to refresh your memory (or if you've never read the recaps before), please visit this link for the rest of the recaps. Warnings for severe stupidity, and frequent violent outbursts as I lose the will to live. Chapter one was informally liveblogged and not tagged with the rest, so you'll have to do without it; please try to console yourselves.

And here we go.

As I mentioned earlier, in chapter ten, we return to Nike, who wakes, as per usual, 'trapped under the sweaty arm of a one-night-stand as he snores, unconscious and blissed-out beside her'.  She points out to herself that it could be worse, and I'm left to counter point out that his name is actually motherfucking ASTOR, so probably it couldn't be a lot worse. Motherfucking ASTOR is rich as fuck, which Carina makes sure to emphasize by describing literally everything in his apartment as 'expensive'. 'Expensive sheets, an expensive beer fridge, and a huge, expensive deck.' What a way to set a scene.  

So Nike slips out of bed and ruminates on this little fuck competition with Mark wherein they sleep with mortals (I hope he's better at sex than he is at thinking; imagine lying there while he tries to figure out which hole it goes in and then feeling the feverish touch of his overworked penis at your ear) and are assigned points based on how many hearts they break.  At some point between rabid humpings they started to Watch each other (capitalized for maximum Not Like Other Romances emphasis), but have yet to seal the deal.

Nike puts on her outfit from yesterday, motherfucking ASTOR continues to sleep, she looks out on the park view from his fancy, exclusive dorm room for rich douches window and gets the urge to run, which is 'so strong she can no longer control it' (I hate when that happens; once I uncontrollably ran 37 miles, had an asthma attack, and nearly died; hopefully she points herself at oncoming traffic and gets a different outcome), then swipes a party flier from his dresser. It's 'for some fancy angels-and-demons themed party thrown by the Habeo Noctem Association--probably some sort of dressed-up sorority thing'. It's actually an excuse for Carina to rip off that party scene from TO where Camille walks in dressed as a literal angel while Klaus pops wood over her purity, but why get technical. She scribbles motherfucking ASTOR a note on the back of the flier telling him to call her, then points out in the narrative that she doesn't actually mean this because he was 'pretty awful'. (He's a spoiled 24-year-old rich boy; of course he was pretty awful. He has money; he's never bothered to perfect his technique beyond three awkward pumps, some dolphin flailing, that noise your dog makes when it scratches the really good spot, and then collapsing on top of you while you think about how you probably should have done literally anything else.)

We are then treated to some ruminations on how she and Mark kissed once, nearly a century ago, and I'm left asking why these people are thousands of years old and yet apparently have never fucked one another. What's with this weird fucking chasteness? If I ever become a vampire or any other sort of immortal creature, I'm fucking all of you, just so you know, and it's gonna' be really weird. The kiss took place in England, so Carina throws in a 'bollocks' to make it truly authentic. I'm not going to describe it all because I really can't find a fuck to give about any of these people and who they do or don't bone (unless it's a chainsaw), but in a nutshell: they get drunk one night after Nike comes home after a long day of cross dressing and sneaking into classes at Cambridge, and the he 'kissed the fight right out of her, his whiskey-spiced mouth claiming hers like it had always been his for the taking'.

Just because I cannot say it enough: I really, really despise Carina's writing. She has never met a cliche she didn't beat with a stick till even the fucking horse said, "Yo, mate, you ought to maybe lay off."

Nike slips out of motherfucking ASTOR'S expensive room with his expensive sheets and expensive beer fridge and expensive desk and some dude heading to the bathroom guffaws, "Hell yeah, Astor got some!" But you can't catcall THIS girl, no sir, she always has a witty response: "Says the gap-toothed virgin, off to relieve his sexual frustration alone in the shower."

She goes outside where I'm hoping another of those jacked-up flying super demon thingies assaults and murders her, but sadly she makes it safely home. However, at her townhouse, 'she's surprised to find the door unlocked. Goosebumps rise on the back of her neck.' I have a vague thrill of hope (which will be short-lived, but LET ME FEAST ON THIS), until she goes into the house and finds that it's just Dean. She proceeds to strip in front of Dean, then digs through her drawer for a pair of running shorts. Dean is angsting about their dead friend Nadia, but I really don't give a fuck about his feelings, then she tells him that she's going for a run and commands him to go home, he warns her to 'be careful. It's not even morning yet, and things are kind of weird out there. Lots of crazies are out, thinking it's the end of the world.' I really wish we'd just stop with the constant ZOMG DANGER!! foreshadowing, because A. It's fucking Carina, we know she's not actually going to kill off any of these characters but B. My cold, withered heart perks up just a bit anyway because honestly I need something to hold onto in these dark, dark times, and it's cruel to tease me.

So Nike's on her run humble bragging to herself about how she's played literally all the sports and can outrun the greatest athletes in the world, and then she thinks back over all those prophesies and decides maybe they were wrong after all even though these prophesies are literally playing out right in front of their fucking eyes which ought to be proof enough for humans, let alone creatures who have had thousands of years to develop their critical thinking abilities. I can only surmise they (and their writer) instead spent the time licking a lot of lead paint.

In Central Park Nike stumbles on a creepy hobo who tells her, "You can't outrun the darkness. You lit the match. And now it's coming for you. Little girl, old as time, you lit the match." Like every good plot device, he then turns and walks away without a word when Nike asks him who he is.

She writes this off as a coincidence because, yes, fair readers, these characters really are that stupid, and when Weston texts her a request to meet at Lola's, comes up with an excuse about needing to attend class. However, she checks the newsfeed on her phone and finds that there are 'two dozen new posts about infestations. Roaches found in the theater at 42nd street...lice infesting a swanky hair salon in Soho...bed bugs in the mattresses at that spa where she and Lola sometimes get massages on 57th Street' (do you get the massages right in the middle of the street?). Bugs in hallowed rich people places are apparently more disturbing than entire rivers literally turning to blood, so Nike texts back, Nevermind, fuck class. On my way and so, dear readers, are we: onward and downward to chapter eleven, where these characters ONCE AGAIN sit around and debate whether or not blood rivers and mass infestations are signs of prophecies that have literally foreseen every single one of these events, because 1/3 of the way into this book and these people still cannot figure out wtf is going on.

#jenn reads eternal night and thinks about murdering you all #this was a pretty short chapter and a good way to ease back into all the pain

[ladyfogg]

Please Don’t Stop

Please Don’t Stop

Fic Summary: You’ve been dreaming of John Constantine nearly every night for the last week. This time you wake up sexually frustrated and take care of yourself. Until a warm hand and soft lips convince you you’re still dreaming. Right? Constantine Oneshot Masterpost. Fic Song

A/N: Okay there’s a whole story behind this one. Basically there’s this myth that people who have written for John Constantine have actually seen and interacted with him in real life. Alan Moore apparently saw him twice. Of course my friend and I ran wild with the idea, freaked ourselves out, and after a paranoid twenty-four hours which included her having a smutty John dream, and some totally explainable but still sketchy things that happened to me, I wrote this fic. So in this fic, I play with the idea that John’s a tulpa/jumper. Enjoy!

Fic Song: Please Don’t Stop by Carina Round

Fic Rating: NC-17

Fic Pairing: John Constantine/Female Reader

Fic Warnings: Language & Smut

God he’s rough.

He grabs your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. You’re so wet your thighs are sticky.

John slides his cock between your folds and you shudder with anticipation.

“John, John, please!” you beg.

His drapes himself along your back, tonguing your ear. “You’re so ready for, Johnny, love,” he coos. “Tell us what you want.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please!”

John chuckles deeply, burying himself in your quivering body. “Mmm, love the way you beg,” he purrs.

You gasp and moan as he begins to rock against you, hands sliding up your back to grab your shoulders as he pushes himself up onto his knees. With each thrust he fucks himself all the way in, his lap slapping your thighs loudly.

Shockwaves of pleasure send your body into a frenzy and you find yourself bouncing backwards to meet his thrusts. You wish you could see his face, but when you try to twist yourself, he pushes you face-first into the mattress, fucking you harder.

It’s all too much. Too intense. You’re going to come. You need to come. Just a little more…

You wake abruptly, body feverish and chest heaving. Through the haze of sleep you can feel the edge of an orgasm dissipate and you groan with longing. Damn it, not again. You were right there. Every fucking night this week this has happened.

It’s still dark in your room, except for the soft light you left on in your closet. Your panties are sticking in the most unpleasant way. Without hesitating, you push them down and slide your fingers between your legs.

It’s so sensitive it almost hurts, but you can’t help moaning. You’re slick. Probably slicker than you’ve ever been and you close your eyes, remembering the dream. Now that you’re awake it’s quickly fading, but you try to hold onto the vivid feeling of his firm hands on your skin and the way his breath felt on your ear.

If you concentrate hard enough, you can still feel it. The blankets bunched against your side are warm enough to pass for body heat. Even the pillow touching your arm reminds you of John’s skin, and how it practically electrifies every time he touches you in the dream.

Your hair slips from your neck and you tilt your head ever so slightly, pretending it’s John’s fingers brushing the strands away. It tickles, and you imagine those sinful lips pressing feather light kisses to the sensitive spot there.

A cold breeze comes in through the open window, carrying with it the smells of fresh rain and…cigarettes? Someone must be smoking outside. Normally this pisses you off, but tonight you want to thank them for giving your fantasy more substance.

The wind and rain are a wonderful soundtrack, and you can even convince yourself that they sound like someone’s breathing heavily next to you.

Your fingers are soaked, and you’re so aroused that you can’t help but jerk and twitch with every rub. Goose bumps erupt as the warm blanket falls onto your stomach, slipping down.

Fuck, you wish it was John’s hand. Those long, slender, scarred fingers splayed across your skin, inching lower.

You reach with your free hand to move the blanket, the heavy weight too much for your over alert nerves to bare, only to trail your fingers along rough skin, covered in smooth hair.

You freeze, eyes snapping open.

“Don’t stop on my account, love,” John’s voice sounds in your ear. The unmistakable tip of a wet tongue traces the shell. “Couldn’t leave you all worked up now could I?”

Shit, you’re still dreaming. You could have sworn this was real. Fuck, it feels real.

“John, I’m so wet,” you moan, pushing his hand down.

He hums with appreciation, fingers joining yours. “Yeah you are,” he grunts, pressing your fingers harder against your swollen pearl. However, he pauses after that, as if waiting.

“Please don’t stop,” you plead.

John starts to move again, granting your wish. “Let me help you, love.”

He takes over your movements, knocking your hand out of the way. Quick, skilled, fingers slide into you and you moan, arching your back. Your hands fall to the bed and you fist the sheets as John moves deep inside you, palm rubbing circles around your clit.

You’ve never had a dream this vivid. It’s like every nerve is alive and that orgasm you were so brutally denied returns with a vengeance.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp.

John growls low in his throat and half rolls onto you, pinning you beneath him as his hand brings you closer. His cock presses persistently against your thigh, making you writhe. When you feel his mouth at that spot just under your ear, you can’t hold back any longer.

“Jo-ohn!” you gasp, voice cracking as you finally find that sweet release.

His hand keeps going, coaxing you through the orgasmic waves until you’re spent and panting. There’s a beat where you simply lay there, breathing heavily together.

“I never leave my partners unsatisfied.” You can practically hear the grin in his panting voice. “No matter what.”

Everything is feeling fuzzy again, and when you open your eyes, all you see are lips descending onto yours and then you close them again, surrendering to the sweet kiss.

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The ringing of your alarm is the worst sound in the world. You swipe at your phone on the nightstand and it goes flying, the shrill beeping forcing your eyes open with a groan.

That wonderful dream has you feeling surprisingly rested and it’s with minimal complaining that you drag yourself out of bed to reach the device. Once the alarm is taken care of, you stretch and yawn.

Reading Hellblazer before bed was the best idea you’ve ever had. Your sheets are a wrinkled mess, but you ignore them in favor of closing the window. The room smells like cigarettes and you make a mental note to ask your neighbor to take their smoking elsewhere.

Bleary-eyed and feeling gross, you stumble over to the bathroom, intent on a hot shower. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you snort with amusement. Your hair is a rat’s nest; you must have been thrashing something fierce in your sleep.

After turning on the shower, you return to the mirror to assess the damage. Crazy hair? Check. Pillow creases? Check. Blemish on your neck? That’s weird.

Frowning, you lean forward and examine the mark. Great. People are going to think you have a hickey. It actually looks like one, the redness making a jagged circle.

John’s mouth on your neck comes back to you in full detail and your body warms at the memory. No. Not memory. Dream. Dream. It was a dream.

The most vivid, lucid dream you’ve ever had.

As you pull back from the mirror, John’s reflection smirks back at you, leaning against the door frame. He’s shirtless, his wrinkled black pants hanging tantalizingly low on his hips and his hair sleep-mused.

He winks.

Spinning around, you knock the toiletries off the counter as your back slams against the sink.

Only to find you’re completely alone.

Your hand flies to your neck and you race into your room. Still alone. Bedroom door is still locked. Closet door is wide open, revealing haphazardly hung clothes. Nowhere for someone to hide. You look back in the mirror but all you see is your own startled reflection.

Mind racing with a myriad of emotions, from disbelief, to fear, to excitement, you sink onto the bed, still touching the mark on your neck.

And even though the window is closed, you swear there’s still a breeze that carries the smell of cigarettes. A warm sensation, almost like a palm, runs up your back and you shudder as hot air ghosts across your ear.

“Until tonight, love.”

#ladyfoggdrabbles #john constantine fanfic #john constantine fic #constantine fic

[kaimelia]

Omggg I loved your fic “Overjoyed” I was wondering if you could do a part 2 where Amelia is really hormonal and it’s kinda funny? I love your writing so much!! Stay safe

overjoyed (pt 2)

a/n: hi! i also combined this with the like 4 other requests and ideas for a part 2, so if you sent one, it’s somewhere in here😅

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"Hey, is everything okay?" Link had walked into the kitchen to see Amelia sitting on the floor, her hands cradling her bump as she cried softly. He kneeled down in front of her. "Amelia, what happened?"

"We're out of ice cream," she sniffled, wiping her eyes. Link stifled a laugh and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Do you want me to go out and get some?" She nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Alright. I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Okay." He kissed her forehead quickly, running his hand down her head before grabbing the car keys and rushing out of the apartment. Amelia slowly stood, cursing her shifted centre of gravity as she steadied herself on the kitchen island. She walked into the bathroom to see her eyes puffy, taking a moment to laugh at her crying over ice cream. "God, you two are already making Mommy's life difficult," she muttered, glancing down at her stomach.

Before finding out she was pregnant with twins, she had wanted to keep her pregnancy secret for as long as possible. But, with two babies occupying her womb, it wasn't quite possible to keep it hidden for very long. Every symptom she experienced was on full blast, bursting into tears at the slightest inconvenience, constant nausea, every inch of her body always aching and sore. Now, 17 weeks along, she was already forced to start wearing maternity clothes to fit around her stomach.

The front door opened again soon later, Link rushing through with a bag of different ice cream flavors. He pouted his lip out at the sight of her, opening her arms to embrace her. "Hormones are hitting me really bad," she muttered into his chest, sighing. "I'm sorry for being super dramatic about everything."

"Hey, you're allowed to be. I'm just glad that nothing bad was actually happening."

"It was a full-blown crisis. We didn't have ice cream." She stepped away, opening the bag and pulling out a carton of peanut butter flavored ice cream. "Thank you." He grinned as she pulled a spoon out from the drawer, settling on the couch and adjusting the pillow behind her.

"Better?"

"Much better."

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"Who would've thought that being pregnant with twins would make me so much more exhausted," Amelia muttered, settling herself between Link's legs, leaning her weight against his chest. He locked his hands under her bump, his thumb caressing the bottom of her swollen stomach. "My back hurts so much." He moved his hands to her shoulders, massaging the tension she was holding. "Mm, thank you."

"You know, if you spent less time on your feet," he muttered, kissing her neck.

"I need to work. The odds are that I'll be bedridden before they're born, and it'll take me even longer to recover. If I stop working now, I'll go insane."

"I know, but this is different than your last pregnancy. Carina said we wanna get the twins to at least 32 weeks." Amelia sighed, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

"That's another month," she groaned, rolling her head to the side. "I can't not work for the next month, Link."

"I just think you should cut back a bit. I will too in solidarity if you want."

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"Amelia, go to sleep," Link groaned into his pillow, having been woken up by his girlfriend's shifting around.

"I can't get comfortable. My stupid bump keeps getting in the way." He reached his hand out in the dark, searching for her. His hand rested on her knee.

"What're you worried about?" Her face softened at his ability to sense her nerves, and Link sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.

"I don't know how I'm going to handle two newborns," she confessed, her fingers drumming on top of her bump. "Whenever Scout would get super upset, it was just so overwhelming. And having two newborns? There are going to be so many meltdowns, all of the time." He moved his hand up to wrap around the side of her head, his fingers playing with strands of her hair as he pushed her head down to rest against his shoulder.

"Well, this time, we don't have three other kids to look at. And, we're not in a global pandemic where no one can come to help or visit us, so I think it will be easier in some ways." Amelia exhaled heavily, scooching closer to his body. "Plus, I kinda know what I'm doing this time, so I won't be as useless."

"You weren't useless," she laughed, finally cracking a smile. "You did your best, and once you found what worked, you stuck with it. And now you're a kick-ass dad." Link hummed and pulled the comforter up.

"This kick-ass dad thinks that this kick-ass mom," he poked her shoulder, "needs to get some sleep. Because otherwise, those two babies are gonna kick your ass tomorrow." He grinned at his joke, reaching over to turn the lamp off.

"I'm not tired," she groaned, laying down with him.

"At least close your eyes and try to sleep." Link placed his arm over her body, his hand settling on top of her stomach. "Goodnight, Amelia. I love you," he whispered, kissing the back of her head.

"Night," Amelia muttered sleepily, intertwining her hand with Link's before quickly falling asleep.

"And someone said they weren't tired."

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"I don't think I can stand up," Amelia groaned, rocking back and forth in the fancy rocking chair she and Link had purchased. He looked up at her and smiled, looking back down at the pile of wood and screws below him. "You're sure you don't want help?"

"You just said you can't get up; I don't think you would be much help here."

"I meant calling Winston or something. You've been at this for an hour, and you have a whole other crib to put together." Link shrugged, flipping the instruction page. Amelia locked her hands under her baby bump, leaning into the soft cushion of the chair. "We're gonna have to move to a bigger house someday. They can't share a room forever."

"We've got a few years, at least," he muttered, standing up the frame he finished. "Okay, give me a list of everything we need to do before the babies get here." Amelia sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and thinking.

"Finish the cribs, wash all of their clothes, put everything away, and get the hospital bag ready."

"Cribs will be done in an hour; I've got the hang of this now." She grinned, digging her feet into the fuzzy carpet on the floor. "And, we can do the laundry tomorrow as well as the bag."

"What did I do to deserve you?" Link laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

"Made me the happiest man alive," he answered honestly, setting down the screwdriver beside his legs. "Now, can you kick that piece of wood towards me?"

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"And, after twenty-seven hours of labor," Link brushed his hand through his hair, "we have two healthy, perfect little babies." Maggie stood up and clapped her hands, wrapping her arms around Link.

"Oh, I'm so happy!" She squealed, stepping back to let Meredith hug him. "When can we see them?"

"In a little bit. Amelia's completely passed out, for a good reason," he laughed, rubbing under his eye. "And Hayes took them to do all of their newborn tests. But, I have plenty of pictures." He pulled out his phone and handed it to the women in front of him, watching as they cooed over the baby pictures.

"A boy and a girl," Meredith grinned, passing the phone to Maggie. "They're adorable."

"Do they have names?" He shook his head.

"We talked a little before they were born, but just as I was about to bring it up, Amelia fell asleep, so it'll have to wait a few hours."

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"Look who's awake," Link whispered, running his hand over his girlfriend's hair. "How're you feeling?"

"I feel fine, just the general pain of pushing two babies out of my vagina." She grinned. "Where are my babies?"

"Meredith and Maggie are with them on the peds floor so that you could sleep a little longer. Twenty-seven hours of labor is no joke," he took her hand, watching her eyelids struggle to remain open. "I'm exhausted. And, I wasn't the one pushing out babies."

"I'm just glad you were here this time," she mumbled, shifting to lay on her side. "It was much better having you here."

"I'm glad I was too," he kissed her hand before dropping it and pulling out his phone. "I'll get them to bring the babies back down." He sent a quick text, looking back to see her eyes closing. "Amelia?"

"I'm awake," she groaned, sitting up in the hospital bed. The door was pushed open a minute later, and Meredith and Maggie walked through with the twins in their arms.

"Hey, mommy," Meredith whispered, placing her niece into Amelia's arms. "You made some pretty adorable babies." The neurosurgeon grinned, brushing her finger over her daughter's cheek as Link took their son, lightly bouncing up and down. "Are they worth the twenty-seven hours of labor? That sounds like torture." Amelia shrugged, not taking her eyes off the baby in her arms.

"Absolutely worth it. Although, I don't know if I've got more in me for another baby," she joked, removing the pink cap to reveal a head full of thin blonde hair on their daughter's head.

"They're not even three hours old, and you're already thinking about the next one?" Link questioned in disbelief, moving to stand next to the bed. "I think these two and Scout will have us in over our heads."

"I'll come over and cuddle them whenever you want," Maggie smiled, watching Link sit next to Amelia on the bed. "But, I'm sure that you guys will kill it."

"Maybe that's not the phrase we should use when talking about taking care of babies," Meredith muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "But, Maggie's right. You two are the most competent parents I know. Managed to not screw my kids up too badly, so obviously, you're doing something right." Amelia looked up and beamed widely.

"We'll still take all of the help you offer. Even kick-ass parents need a break," she whispered, bringing her daughter up to kiss her forehead. "How did our lives get so perfect?"

"I have no idea," Link muttered. "Absolutely no idea."

#amelia shepherd #amelink #amelia x link #amelink fanfiction #atticus lincoln #grey's anatomy #amelink fanfic #greys abc #greys fanfic #scout lincoln #meredith grey #maggie pierce #my fics

[doc-pickles]

does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes

Alex comes back to the loft to see Jo but is met with more than he bargained for.

so i wrote a thing.... i know I've said a million times that I wouldn't write a birth scene but uhhhhh here we are. anyways enjoy... or don't... xoxo nina

It’s dark and stormy outside as Alex approaches the loft, the Seattle winds whipping around him as he jogs up the stairs. The route is familiar, one he’s walked a thousand times before, but it feels different this time. He pauses outside the door, wondering if he should actually knock or not. Finally, he does, knocking twice before stepping back and waiting for Jo’s answer. Her car was parked out front, meaning she was at home and not at the hospital. He knocks a second time, thinking maybe the thunder has made it hard to hear.

“Jo? You home?”

There’s a pause and some shuffling before Jo’s voice floats towards him, “Alex?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Alex lets out a sigh, leaning his head against the door. “I know you probably don’t want to see me.” “You're right.”

“But I drove all the way from Kansas and I’d really like to see you,” there’s more silence from the other side of the door as thunder rumbles overhead. “You still there?”

“Yeah I’m here,” her voice sounds strained as Alex listens intently. “You left me, what are you doing here now?”

Alex lets out a heavy sigh. He knew she would ask why he had come back after over half a year away but he still didn't feel like his answer justified any of his actions, “Because I messed up Jo. I never should have left, I should’ve told you as soon as I found out about the twins. I should have given you a say in our divorce. There’s a lot of mistakes I made but leaving you was the biggest one.”

“Alex…,” even through the barrier between them Alex can tell that Jo is crying,

“I just realized that while I love being a dad I didn’t want to do that without you by my side,” Alex can hear Jo let out a sob as he leans closer to the door. “Will you let me in please?”

“I’m still mad at you,” Jo clarified.

“I know.”

“The power has been out for three hours and the phone lines are down because of the storm,” Alex can hear Jo unlocking the door, his heart racing. “I haven’t been able to call anyone.”

“Why does-”

“Just… Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

The door finally slides open and Jo and Alex are face to face for the first time in seven months.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Alex could barely make out Jo’s face with the lack of light but she immediately reaches for his hands, squeezing tightly, “Jesus Christ Jo! What the hell?”

Jo doesn’t answer straight away, doubled over in pain as she lets out a groan, “Just shut up, I’m trying to count and you’re distracting me.” “Count what,” Alex’s question is answered as Jo stands up, taking a step towards him. “Oh… That’s what.”

From the small amount of light in the hallway Alex can clearly see Jo, her eyes wide and questioning as she looks up at him. His eyes drift from her face down her body and rest on her protruding stomach.

“I’ve been in labor for hours but I couldn't call anyone because of the storm,” Jo bites her lip, blinking back tears. “I just figured I could deliver her myself but you showed up right on time.”

Alex only hesitates for a moment before jumping into action as if he’s been preparing for this for nine months and not mere minutes.

“How far apart are your contractions?”

“Six minutes, they have been for almost an hour.”

“Do you have a bag packed?” “In my car.”

Alex makes quick work of grabbing Jo’s keys and locking up the loft before helping Jo downstairs and into the car. They ride in silence for a few minutes before Jo finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry.”

Alex glances over at Jo for a second, watching as she traces her fingers across her stomach, “What could you possibly have to be sorry for?”

“I never called you. I’ve had the better part of seven months to call and tell you,” Jo chokes the words out as a swell of tears forms in her eyes “I knew how you felt about Izzie keeping your kids from you and I was just going to do the same thing. I was ready to raise our daughter alone because I was mad you left! I’m already a terrible mother.”

“You're not a terrible mom Jo,” Alex reaches his hand out to grab Jo’s, squeezing tightly. “And I’m not mad at you.” “You’re not?”

“Of course not,” Alex parks in front of Grey Sloan, killing the engine and turning to Jo. “I know we have a lot to talk about but I think we have more important things to worry about right now.”

Jo nods, taking Alex’s hand that’s reached out towards her. She follows him silently towards the entrance of the hospital, stopping just short of the sliding doors.

“Are you having a contraction?”

Jo shakes her head, pulling Alex closer to her as she stares up at him, “Are you really back? You’re not leaving again?”

“Not without you two. I can’t miss any more of this,” Alex places his hand against Jo’s on her belly, the other one coming up to cup her cheek. “When I said leaving Seattle was my biggest mistake I meant it, baby or not. Leaving you is my biggest regret.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Jo leans up and presses her lips to Alex’s, a chaste kiss as rain continues to fall around them. Jo pulls back after a moment, leaning her head against Alex as she lets out a groan.

“Let’s get you inside, those have been getting closer.”

Given the storm and the fact that it was almost midnight, they make it to the L&D floor with ease. Carina’s brows furrow as soon as she sees Jo, a reprimand hot on her lips, “Jo you should be at home resting, you’re not on call tonight.” A gasp leaves Carina as she notices Alex standing next to Jo, “Oh! You finally called him?”

“No he just has impeccable timing,” Jo squeezes her eyes shut, leaning forward onto her knees. “My contractions are four minutes apart and I was dilated to an 8 when I checked an hour ago.”

Both Carina and Alex stare at Jo with wide eyes at her revelation. Alex knows she can handle pain well, but he wouldn’t have guessed she was so far along in her labor.

“You should’ve been here hours ago,” Carina chastises as she waves over one of the nurses on the floor. “Can you get Doctor Karev settled in room six?”

“You kept your last name,” there’s a tone of surprise to his voice as Alex settles his hand on Jo’s back, following the nurse down the hall. “I didn’t think you would.”

“I didn’t want to have a different last name than the baby,” Jo shrugs as she takes the hospital gown that the nurse has offered her, slipping into the bathroom to change into it. “And I might have forgotten to file the divorce papers.”

Alex is about to respond when Jo lets out a startled gasp followed by the sound of liquid hitting the floor. Jo waddles out of the bathroom, eyes wide as she and Alex stare silently at each other.

“Was that..?”

“I need to push,” Jo takes a few steps forward, leaning over the hospital bed as she let out a loud groan. “That’s a lot of pressure.” “Let me get Carina.”

“Don’t leave unless you want to miss your daughter being born,” Jo reaches her hand out to stop Alex from leaving, grabbing his hand in her own and squeezing it tightly as she let out a loud groan. “Oh god, you weren’t kidding about the big head thing.”

“No, I wasn’t,” Alex rests his hand against Jo’s back, applying pressure as she let out another pained noise. “What can I do for you?” “Catch.”

Alex moves quickly, barely catching their daughter as Jo gives one final push. Carina walks in then, a chuckle escaping her as she helps Jo knot the bed, “Looks like you started without me. How’s the bambina doing papa?”

“She’s perfect,” Alex lets out a wet laugh as he cradles the baby in his arms, a small cry sounding from her. “She’s absolutely perfect.”

+

“I don’t have a name picked out.”

Alex looks up from the sleeping baby in his arms to Jo who’s just woken up, “Why not?”

“Nothing sounded right,” Jo shrugs, concentrating on her fingers. Alex notices the silver band on her left hand that she’s twirling around nervously. Her wedding band sparkles under the fluorescent lights of the hospital room despite the missing engagement ring it usually sat with. “It didn’t feel right to pick something so important without you.”

“Jo-”

“Not calling you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Every single day since I read that letter I’ve wanted to call you, even more so after I found out I was pregnant,” Jo swipes at the tears collecting on her cheek and it takes everything in Alex to not lean forward and wipe them away himself. “But you left Alex and you never even asked me how I felt.” “I would’ve hopped on the first flight back if you called.” Jo throws her hands up in exasperation, “I didn’t want you to come back just because we have a baby together!”

“It never would have been about that Jo! I love you!”

“Then why? If you love me why did you leave me?”

“Because I was scared,” the baby in his arms stirs but Alex quiets her quickly, lowering his voice when he speaks again. “I was terrified of being a shitty dad and losing you and my kids at the same time. I didn’t want to hurt you, Jo, I never have, but I thought one painful goodbye would be better than months of arguing and heartache and watching the life we created crumble into pieces. I didn’t want that for us, I couldn’t ruin us like that. I wanted to protect you but I ended up hurting both of us in the process and hurting this little one too. I’m sorry Jo, neither of you deserve this. I just ended up becoming the shitty dad and husband I was trying so hard not to be.”

The room is silent as Alex keeps his eyes on the sleeping baby in his arms, not wanting to look at Jo just yet. When he finally does, she has tears running down her cheeks, “Jo I-”

“Come here.”

“Are you gonna hit me?”

“No you idiot, I want to kiss you,” Jo let out a laugh, wiping at her eyes again. “I missed you so much.”

Alex squeezes in next to Jo, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her forehead, “What about Juliet?”

“Mmm she does kind of look like a Juliet,” Jo runs her finger across the newborn’s cheek. “How about Juliet Alexandra?”

“I already have one kid named after me, I don’t need another. Besides,” Alex grins as he leans down to press a kiss to Jo’s lips. “You did all the heavy lifting on this one. What about Juliet Brooke?”

Jo silently nods, settling easily into Alex’s embrace as they both stared adoringly at their daughter, “Perfect. Welcome to the world Juliet Brooke Karev. We love you so much already.”

#jolex #jolex fanfiction #jolex babies #jolex fanfic #jo x alex #jo wilson #jo karev #alex karev #grey’s anatomy #grey’s anatomy fanfic #nina writes

[oboevallis]

unexpected pt 5

“No it’s too early.” Amelia said sitting up in the hospital bed.

“We tried the Terbutaline, and it didn’t work. It’s going to be fine though, your 34 weeks almost 35. We’ve got this.” Carina reassuringly told the scared neurosurgeon. “We’re going to take you up for a c-section in a couple of minutes.”

“It’s going to be okay, Mia.” Link kissed his girlfriends sweaty forehead.

“Call Maggie or Meredith or someone, see if someone wouldn’t mind taking Scout.” Amelia asked her boyfriend on the verge of tears.

“Already taken care of, my parents are with him.”

“When did they get here?”

“This afternoon they were coming in to have dinner with us. They’re gonna stay with Scout for a little bit cause it seems like we’re going to be in the NICU with the baby.”

“Oh god.” Amelia groaned anxiously, she just wanted her baby to be fine.

“Amelia, look at me.” Link gently moved her chin with his hand so she was looking at him. “Our baby’s going to be perfectly fine.”

“Are we ready?” Carina asked coming back into the room ready to take them up to the OR.

“No.” A nervous Amelia responded.

“It’s going to be just fine.” Carina said, wheeling the bed out of the room.

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“Grandma!” Scout happily exclaimed running towards her.

“Hey.” She reciprocated the hug the little boy was giving her. “How are you?”

“Good.” Scout happily responded as his grandmother sighed him out of daycare.

“Good, I’m going to take you home. I think grandpa is making dinner. And maybe we’ll get some ice cream afterwards.” Maureen told her grandson whilst picking him up to take him back to his house.

“Yay!” The boy exclaimed. “Want to play dinosaurs when we get home?”

“Sure. We can do that.” The walk back to the house was non eventful, Scout told his grandmother all the dinosaur facts he could list off the top of his head.

“Just in time dinners ready.” Eric announced once the pair walked into the kitchen.

“Good, I’m sure your hungry. Right Scout?” Maureen asked the small boy.

“Yep.” Scout happily replied jumping up onto his usually chair. He was quite content, especially that no one was talking about the supposed new baby coming soon.

“So are you excited for the new baby? They’ll be here tonight probably.” Eric told his grandson. Scout stopped the fork from going into his mouth and slammed it down onto the plate.

“No, baby still has to be in mommy’s belly. Daddy said a couple of more Mondays.” Scout announced crossing his arms.

“Well that was what was supposed to happen, but the baby wanted to come early. You’ll love it.” Eric tried to explain.

“No.”

“Well, how about we finish our meal.” Maureen tried to change the subject.

“No thank you.”

“You need to eat bud, you barely ate.”

“Okay.” Scout replied back bitterly. He did not want a new baby, he thought he still had enough time to convince his parents to give the baby away.

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“You like what you see?” Amelia sarcastically asked her boyfriend in reference to her open abdomen.

“Always.” Her boyfriend smirked kissing her temple. He watched as Carina took the baby out and clamped the umbilical cord. Passing the baby over to Hayes quietly, attentively trying to repair excessive bleeding.

“Why aren’t they crying?”

“Why is she bleeding so much?”

Amelia and Link asked at the same time.

“Well, Amelia it looks like your placenta has ruptured.” Carina responded trying to stay focused, she’d never lost a patient and she wasn’t going to start with a good friend.

“I’m going to take your baby up to the NICU. Everything is as expected we’ll put her on a breathing tube and go from there. Congratulations.” Hayes told the scared couple as he wheeled the baby out of the OR.

“Ha, it’s a girl.” Amelia said through tears. “Go, go, go. Go be with her.”

“No, I’m staying right here.” Link affirmed, he was starting to get more and more nervous when he realized Carina was having difficultly stopping the bleeding. Which his girlfriend seemed to be totally oblivious too.

“I’ll be just fine, go be with her.” Amelia told her boyfriend drowsily as she started to skip in to unconsciousness.

“Carina? What’s the issue? Stop the freaking bleeding!” Link yelled starting to panic.

“Out of my OR Link.” Carina bit back, starting to get stressed. She didn’t need a terrified parent watching her every move, nonetheless a surgeon.

“Nooo way, I’m staying.” Link affirmed, until a scrub nurse directed him out of the OR. “I love you Mia!”

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The scrub nurse directed him off the OR floor. He didn’t want to go up to the NICU, he wanted them to meet their baby together. So he found himself in the plant room. Their room, where it seemed all their most important and intimate moments happened. It took him a minute to realize his phone was ringing before picking it up.

“Hey mom.” A monotone Link answered.

“Everything okay?” Maureen asked getting concerned with her sons tone.

“No Amelia’s still in the OR probably bleeding to death. And the baby’s in the NICU, I don’t even know what’s happening.”

“Do you want me to come up there and sit with you? Or maybe it’ll help if you go see the baby.”

“No, it’s fine. How’s Scout?”

“Oh, he’s good. A little bit of a fight with dinner but he ate.”

“He ate something other than Dino nuggets?” Link chuckled into the phone.

“Yeah he did.” Maureen chuckled along with her son. “A little upset that you two aren’t here, but he’s content at the moment playing dinosaurs with your father.”

“Good. When you put him to bed make sure he has the night light on and the sound machine. He won’t be able to sleep so he’ll just turn on the lights and start playing.”

“Will do. I don’t mean to pry but are you going to tell me anything about my new grand baby?”

“I don’t really know anything, I can’t go see her without Amelia. I just can’t do this without Amelia mom. What if something happens and I’m alone with two kids?”

“Link, Amelia’s a fighter. And of worst comes to worst you’ve got us but that’s not going.m to happen.” Link just hummed in response until Maureen broke the silence. “So it’s a girl?”

“Oh yeah, I haven’t really seen her yet. I already know she’s a little carbon copy of Mia though.”

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“Baby.” Amelia groggily said.

“Hey your up.” Link smiled closing the magazine he was reading and coming to her side.

“How’s my baby?”

“Good, good. Mer is upstairs with her. We can go see her in a little bit when your less groggy. She’s on the vent, but apparently she’s looking pretty good. She’s going to be just fine.” Link smiled leaning down to kiss his girlfriend.

“Apparently? You mean you haven’t seen her?” Amelia asked her boyfriend confused.

“Yeah, I wanted to meet her with you.”

“She’s been alone for hours?” Amelia asked accusingly starting to get upset.

“Mer and Maggie have been with her. She not alone.”

“Yeah and she probably thinks they’re her mothers. God Link! I told you to go be with her!” The neurosurgeon was starting to get herself into a state, deeply upset with her boyfriend.

“Amelia, I’m sorry I just couldn’t. Not without you.”

“Your an idiot. An absolute idiot.” Amelia huffed tears stinging in her eyes. “How’s Scout?”

“He’s good, hopefully in bed by now.”

“Take me to go see her.” Amelia sat up in the hospital bed cautious of her major abdominal injury.

“Amelia, that’s not a a great idea.” Link told his girlfriend, only to be given a death glare. “I’ll go find a wheelchair.”

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A couple days had passed, and the pair was doing much better, Amelia’s injury healing as it should, and their unnamed daughter was getting stronger by the day.

“Look who came to see his baby sister.” Link happily whispers shouted with their son in his arms, squiring a dollop of hand sanitizer into their hands.

“Hey my little guy.” Amelia smiled taking her hands from inside the incubator and reaching them out for her son. Showering him in kisses. “I missed you sooo much.”

“Me too.” Scout responded snuggling deeper into his mothers embrace, that had been the longest they’d ever been apart.

“There’s your baby sister.” Amelia pointed into the clear incubator.

“She’s tiny.” Scout noted, observing all the wires coming from her. “She a robot?”

“No bud, she just needs those to help her out a bit and feel better.” Link answered after laughing at his sons prediction.

“What’s her name?” The small boy asked intrigued by the small baby.

“We don’t know yet. We have a couple of ideas what do you like? We’ve got Charlotte, Eleanor, Arabella, Addison, Sawyer.” Amelia listed off to her son.

“Addie.” Scout immediately said. “Starts with A , like mommy’s name and daddy’s name and my first name.”

“Huh, I never realized that.” Link noted. “Amelia, Atticus, Augustus, and Addison. I kinda like it.”

“Addison it is.” Amelia smiled to herself, thinking about how excited her old friend would react to hearing they’d name their daughter after her.

“And that S name for a middle name. She can be just like me. Since my name is Augustus Scout. she can be Addison...” Scout waited for someone to fill in the missing word.

“Sawyer.” His mother finished for him.

“Addison Sawyer.” Scout tried out, intently looking at the little baby. “Okay, not sad anymore.”

“Good I’m glad.” Amelia let out a sigh of relief kissing her sons forehead. Knowing her son was probably acting so nice while he was caught up in the moment and once the baby was up crying all night and stealing his toys it’d be a different story. “

Family of four.” Link smiled, leaning down to kiss his girlfriend and place a kiss on his sons forehead.

it’s been a hot minute since ive posted, ive started school back up and my boyfriend really said let’s break up so that’s fun, hope everyone is staying safe and is doing well

#baby amelink #atticus lincoln #amelink #amelia shepherd #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #marureen lincoln #eric lincoln #meredith grey #maggie pierce

[davidcarner]

Hotel California Ch 8, An Exclusive Partnership

A/N: I really didn't realize I hadn't updated this one. Really, I didn't. (My bad Dillwg.) You know the teasing, sexy, over the top bantering, well, I'm gonna tone it down….No I'm not, in fact, if anything, we turn it up a notch. I've come to a decision. This fic is fun, and we could bust Bryce quickly, or we could have fun at his expense. I like fun, so let's keep this one going for a bit. I've written the last chapter of Pros and Cons, so all is well, right? Right. Welcome to Hotel California Ch 8, An Exclusive Partnership

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but at this point he might wish I did to keep writing these situations for him…or maybe he wouldn't.

It wasn't his bed he found himself in, but he thought he might like it more than his own. He tried to open his eyes, but he was too tired. And there it was again, fingers that were lightly stroking his hair. He heard a phone ring, and he recognized the ring tone. The fingers left his hair, and he found he really didn't like that. He listened closely, he was hearing a pattern of noises…rain. He knew it was supposed to rain this weekend, but this sounded like one of those settle in and just come down steadily all day and all night showers. And it was so comfortable in this bed. He wouldn't mind sleeping there every night.

Whoa! Knock off those thoughts Bartowski!

He heard her voice. He didn't realize how much he liked the sound of that voice.

"Hey, Carina," he heard her say. She giggled; he smiled. "Actually he is in my bed." She giggled again. "No, he's exhausted from the past few nights. No, Carina, that's not why he's exhausted…I don't know if we're there yet." Chuck blushed but was intrigued by this development all at the same time. There was a found the mood in the room changed, darkened. "Carina, is Skip sure that's where the virus was uploaded from? No, let's don't tell him yet." Another pause and the mood in the room changed again, lightened. "No, I haven't changed my policy on dating my coworkers." Chuck's heart fell. He didn't know how much those words could hurt at this moment. "However, I haven't told you my policy on my partners. No, I'm not going to tell you either." A pause. "Well, to be honest, I'm not sure what all I would do, but I have a feeling the longer this partnership goes, the more I'll be open to." There was silence again and she laughed. "No, Carina, this partnership isn't over once the this project is over and the general leaves the hotel. I plan on keeping this partnership going," her voice dropped, like she was realizing something, "for a long, long time." Chuck had just gone from the lowest of lows to the highest of highs. "Slow down, Carina. I like him, a lot, and, yes, you were right. He is a good guy, but we're not there yet. Although, if he doesn't wake up soon, I may be forced to crawl into bed with him." Chuck tried to will himself back to sleep. She disconnected the call, and he felt her eyes on him. Eventually her footsteps led out of the room and he fell asleep again.

Later, he woke, hearing laughter. "He's fine, Ellie, just exhausted. I hate to wake him." Chuck really hoped she didn't either, although her crawling in bed with him was not out of the question. "Don't worry, Ellie. No funny business." He heard her almost cackle with laughter. "ELLIE! That's your brother you're talking about. Okay, hope I see you tomorrow." He tried and tried to will himself back to sleep. "Well, do I slide in beside him, or sleep on the couch? Decisions, decisions." Chuck could hear the teasing tilt of the voice and tried not to make any movements to give away he was awake, which wasn't too difficult given how exhausted he was. Not so exhausted, evidently, that certain physical parts of him were immune to interest in her decision. "What to do with you, Chuck Bartowski." Chuck had so many ideas as he fell back asleep.

The next time he awoke he felt a warm weight on the right side of his chest. Not a heavy one, in fact, it was comforting. The right temperature, and the right feel. He opened his eyes and there laying on his right side was one Sarah Walker. She was a cuddler. He would have lost that bet. She had her legs wrapped around his right one, his left foot over hers, keeping their feet warm. She was in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest. She lifted her head and looked at him, soft and drowsy. The words escaped his mouth before he had any chance of jailing them. "I could wake up like this every morning." She got a shy smile on her face, dropped her eyes, and snuggled back against him, working to get as close as possible. It was dark outside, still raining, and he decided the best thing to do was go back to sleep…with her...and he did, just after he pulled her tighter against him.

The next time he awoke there was daylight peeping in the windows and he felt himself being watched. She grinned at him. "Good nap?" she asked, her voice crackling and smiling a sleepy smile. He ran his hand through his hair, and her fingers twitched wanting to do that to him.

"Yeah, thanks for that," he said in a raspy voice. With no warning, she grinned wolfishly at him and dove in for a kiss. He pulled back gently. "Uh, I seriously need to brush my teeth before you do that." She cocked an eyebrow. "Sarah, seriously." She grabbed the covers, threw them back and walked into the bathroom. She turned to look at him from the doorway. He got the hint, and went and joined her, muttering under his breath that she was a cover-stealer. She opened a drawer and put her hand out as if to say, "Be my guest." Chuck looked and there were many toothbrushes in the drawer. He looked up at her and then back to the drawer. "Huh."

She knew it had come out of his mouth without him thinking. But that's what he was doing now, thinking, thinking about what he had been thinking. She liked that he thought about things so much, and she also liked to tease him. She couldn't resist. "Huh, what?" Her face was all innocence.

He froze as he reached for one. He didn't know why there were so many toothbrushes in that drawer, and frankly, it was none of his business. Right? Right. For all he knew she had family visitors and she had a toothbrush for each of them, or for anytime a friend stayed the night…any of her many, many friends. He looked up, and saw her. She had her arms crossed and slight smirk on her face.

"I double dog dare you to ask what you were thinking. You're particularly cute when you spiral in silence."

Chuck didn't say a word. He just reached down, grabbed a toothbrush, ripped it open, put toothpaste on it, and began to brush his teeth in a world-record time. Sarah burst out laughing, stepped behind him, and grabbed her own electric toothbrush. "Each time you go to the dentist, they give you a new one." Chuck looked back into the drawer and then back to her. "There's only five or six in there." Chuck pulled out a pack. "That was before I switched to the electric one! " It was then she noticed Chuck's eyes dancing and she swatted him on the shoulder.

"You don't have to explain, and it's none of my business. But I like that you did." He kissed her on the side of the head. "Thank you." He started to walk away, when she grabbed him, spun him, and gave him a kiss that almost made his knees go out. When she let him go, he didn't know if he could spell cat if someone spotted him the 'c'. He was having problems with the 'a' and the 't'.

"There, that's a proper good morning kiss." She took his toothbrush and put it in the dispenser, watching his eyes getting wide. She bounced a shoulder. "That's for whoever is here next and needs one." With that she turned and walked off without further comment

"I see I rank highly by getting a new one!" he yelled after her. She never quit walking.

A few minutes later, after he had dressed, he found her in the kitchen. He walked up to her, and pulled her in for a hug. "Thanks." She held onto him, and he was okay with that. "I needed that night of sleep, and I don't know if it was you, or the comfy bed, or the rain, or all of it, but it was the best one I've had in a long time. I needed that."

"Told you I had you, partner." He kissed the top of her forehead, let her go, and pulled out his phone. She fought not to roll her eyes. "What are you doing?"

Chuck looked up at her, and saw the look on her face. It had been 24 hours of him being with her, wasn't she sick of him? "I figured I get out of your hair. I'll get a Lyft and head home."

She took the phone away from him. From the look on her face and her actions she apparently wasn't sick of him. "Uh, you have presents to wrap if you don't want Ellie and Awesome to see them. Do it here, heck, hide them here."

"Are you trying to get me to come back?" He was smirking. He wasn't even going to try and fight her crazy any more. He was falling hard and he didn't even care. He would just try to ride the wave to the shore.

She smiled at him and shook her head, faking exasperation. "Chuck, like it would take much to get you to come back. Did you forget helping me decorate for Christmas?" He had. She patted his cheek after she said it, turned, went to the fridge, opened the door, and stuck her head in. "Want eggs?"

"Sure."

She pulled her head out and turned around, frowning. "Looks like we're going out, because I have nothing breakfasty."

He grinned at her. "Is that semi-Australian?"

She crossed her arms and tilted her head. "You've really got a thing for that actress, don't you? It would be 'breaky'."

"Hence, 'semi'." He walked over toward her. "I do have a thing for someone." They knew they were both being corny and cheesy. Neither cared.

She had a mysterious smile on her face. "Who is it?"

He looked around to see with exaggerated caution, checking to see if anyone was listening. She looked around with him, mimicking him. "If you let me buy you breakfast I'll tell you."

She gave him the squint-eye. "Tell me first and I'll let you buy me breakfast."

"Okay, but you can't tell anyone." She nodded. "It's my partner."

She did a slow nod, and she began to look around again still making sure no one was listening. He joined in. She leaned in close, close, closer. "She knows," she whispered, pulling back and heading toward her bedroom to change.

He watched her strut away, obviously proud of herself, and he couldn't stop the words that came out of his mouth. "Really, that's all your gonna give me."

She stopped in her tracks and spun. The look on her face was absolute amusement. "I think I've given you quite a bit. However, play your cards right and I'll give you everything you want. Everything you've dreamed of, lacy-gauzy boy." With that she spun and headed back toward her bedroom. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

He stood there, dumbfounded. "Death by Crazy Blonde. What a way to go!"

-ooooo-

Less than an hour later found them at a hole-in-the-wall that served what may have been the best breakfast Chuck had ever had. He made Sarah promise not to tell Ellie he had said that. Sarah's wheels started turning. He hadn't called or text Ellie that she knew of. While Sarah didn't know the siblings well, she didn't think Chuck was the kind of person that didn't tell his sister when he wasn't going to be home. So why hadn't he contacted her?

"Chuck?"

He was in a middle of a bite of sausage gravy and biscuits. The cholesterol might kill him, but it had to be less dangerous than what Sarah was putting him through. "Hmm?"

"Have you talked to Ellie?"

Chuck grinned, and put down his fork. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his face clean. "So we're gonna play that game, huh?"

She looked at him, trying to fake surprise but failed miserably. She chuckled and put down her utensil. "So you heard?" Chuck nodded. "I wasn't trying to do like Friday, I promise." Chuck reacher over and put his hand over hers, making her catch her breath.

"I know, and I appreciate it. You do look out for me." He took a deep breath. "Which is why I think we both need to start telling the truth."

"I always tell my partner the truth." Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Starting now, I will always tell my partner the truth." Chuck sat there quietly. She turned her hand over and took his. "I don't know what is going on or exactly what to say about it. All I know is I went from thinking you were judging me, to thinking you were a jerk, to realizing Bryce was taking advantage of you..." Chuck gave a surprise look with that one. She hurried on. "...To finding out I like spending time with you, to really enjoying just being with you, to finally...I like you, Chuck, a lot. So much, I'm wondering what it is I am feeling, words keep crossing my mind that I've never used."

"Wow, I just wanted you to tell me if we were actually dating." Sarah rolled up a napkin and hit him in the head with it. He laughed, his eyes alight. "Sarah, what are we doing?"

She leaned in. "I am your partner and you are mine, and no one is taking you away from me, Chuck Bartowski. I know that's a bit much after a week or so, but that's how I feel and there is nothing you can do to change those feelings."

He nodded. "So we are partners, exclusively." She nodded with a smirk on her face. "Okay, final truth that you need to know." He took a deep breath. "Bryce stole my security system."

The anger on her face scared him for a second. He was glad it wasn't him she was looking that way about. "That son of a bitch," she spat. "I tell you, Chuck he messes with you again, he'll be crusin' for a bruisin'."

Chuck grinned at her. "Hey, that's my schtick!"

She leaned forward, looking into his eyes. "Deal with it, Bartowski." He leaned forward and pecked her on the lips, surprising her. She smiled.

He took her hand in his and squeezed it. "If you insist."

She didn't have to speak, the look in her eyes told him exactly what she thought. She did speak, though, and looked him right in the eye as she intoned the words. "I do."

He nodded and took a deep breath. "Now, what about the phone call you got earlier from Carina?"

"Did you sleep at all?"

"What can I say? I like the sound of your voice." He paused. "That sounded more than a little creepy."

She laughed and sat back. "Chuck, I think Bryce set that virus. I don't know why he did it, and that's what worries me. Bryce Larkin is about being in control, and right now, there is one person that can mess up his control. That's you, Chuck."

He sat there quietly a moment. "Do you remember at the restaurant and you and Carina went into the restroom?" She nodded. "Bryce tried his bullying tactics."

She pressed her lips together. "I may have to have a talk with him."

"I thought Jiu-Jitsu was supposed to be non-aggressive." She chuckled and he shook his head. Chuck's eyes got big. "Or, is this how mad you are after the aggression has been turned down."

"Keep making jokes, Curls. I don't like people bullying my partner."

Chuck licked his lips and proceeded with caution. "In full disclosure honesty stuff." She gave him a look. "Right, spiraling. I know about Amy and him cheating on you with her." Sarah rolled her eyes. "Listen, I get it, you're not with him, but I get why he makes you so pissed."

"No, Chuck." She needed to make sure he understood.. "Bryce didn't go after Amy because he had feelings for her, he was after one thing, and he succeeded." Chuck's face tightened with anger. "His excuse to me was he didn't know we were exclusive. He knew I wasn't seeing anyone else, I thought he wasn't seeing anyone else, but Bryce, being Bryce, did what was best for Bryce. He's screwed over Carina with your project from Stanford. How much lower can he get?"

"He slept with my girlfriend in college," Chuck said softly. Sarah leaned back.

"Are you kidding me?" It was more of a rhetorical question. "Can he get any slimier?" Chuck looked away.

"We may have gotten into a couple of spars over you on Wednesday." Sarah was confused. "He came down and bragged about you and how he was taking you to dinner."

"It was business and business only."

"Hey, it doesn't matter, you just need to know this."

She grabbed his hand. "Chuck, yes it does matter."

A slow smile grew over his face. "Thought you were mad at me then, Walker?" She leaned forward a very serious look on her face.

"I was pissed as hell at you," she said softly but intensely. "Here you were, not judging me, it turns out, but blowing me off. Wouldn't tell me why we couldn't have coffee, because you don't like coffee, but more importantly you had a final."

"I didn't really know you were asking me out, to be fair." She stared at him. "Right, zipping it."

"But you, Chuck Bartowski, you got under my skin, and I'm not sure I can get you out."

"I'm sure there's a topical cream for that." With that, she put her hand on his face, and gently, but firmly, pushed him away, laughing the whole time. He was laughing as he straightened back up. "Anyway, he said he was taking you out, which in college meant he was having the sex."

Sarah was laughing. "Wait, the sex?"

Chuck tried to look hurt. "Of all the goofy things I say, that's the one. 'The sex' is where you draw the line?"

She shook her head and leaned forward again. "If you ever wish to have the sex, with the me, I wouldn't say 'the sex' ever again." Chuck's brain rattled and smoked. He hadn't really thought about where this relationship was going. Dreamed, sure, and sure, she and Carina had joked earlier, but it had been a dream and she might have been just joking.

He found she was snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Did I break you?"

"Not yet," he mumbled.

The grin on her face was suggestive. "Good."

"Sarah," he croaked. "If you do, will you promise to fix me?"

"If you earn it," she replied as innocently as possible. Chuck really wanted to take the glass of water and throw it in his own face. "Tell me the rest of the Bryce story, and then we have presents to wrap and Christmas to spring on poor little ole me."

He gave her a flat look and she stuck her tongue out at him. "Anyway, I told him to make sure and use a condom so as…well, back in college there were rumors, and I decided to get back at him a little. Petty, I know."

She bounced a shoulder. "Sounds like you were looking out for me." He looked uncomfortable. "Get it all out."

"So, back to you and Carina in the bathroom." Sarah nodded. "I told him you weren't one of his conquests, and for him to finish his dinner, and leave without you." He looked down and then back up at her. "I know it wasn't my place but I couldn't let him do that to you. You didn't deserve that."

"I didn't exactly deserve your kindness either."

"Sarah I never hated you, or disliked you, well, not much." She grinned. "But you were crazy, and I'd had so many bad things happen…"

"You didn't want to date crazy."

"Who as it turns out refuses to date me," he said, leaning back and drinking his water.

She waggled her eyebrows. "Just wait until I decide to partner with you." The way she said 'partner' stressing it as a verb, made Chuck nearly spit out his water. "Ready to go back and Christmas up my place."

"So 'partner' and 'Christmas' are now verbs, Walker?"

"They are if I say so, Bartowski!"

"What do you know, it's been 24 hours without me breaking out the lingo." As soon as he said it, the smile fell from his face. Sarah shook her head, reached across and took his hand. "Dammit, 'the lingo' is the lingo!"

"Never change, Bartowski," she said, nodding and winking, and getting up to leave.

"Can't, you'll kick my ass if I did," he said, slipping an arm around her. He looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow, but never said a word as they walked out together.

A/N: All is well....except next time, Bryce Strike Back...and I steal moments from multiple episodes along with my own twisted take on some stuff...really, who's shocked?…take care…see you soon…til next time.

DC

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