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toevenexist · 4 years

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The Darkening Pt.19

Hey Everyone! So I had half of this little chapter written a year ago? (something like that, sorry), and when I came and read it back I nearly cried, its like a little time capsule I wrote! Arizona! And Oh boy Omelia, I feel this all so much. I wrote them and their love, how I always hoped (and hopefully still do hope) love could be.

Oh boy. I’ll get writing the next chapter. Please please send feedback, really just let me hear your thoughts, I’m awful emotional these days, and I cry real easy. Could use some moral support tbh.

Link to Chapter 1 for any new readers

Link to Chapter 18 for anyone wanting to recap

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I sincerely hope this was worth the wait. Thank you for sticking with me. Enjoy:

The house was quiet. Amelia stood at the window of the living room and pulled up the blind. The sun was rising. Orange light poured in, the feeling warmed Amelia’s chest. She had been waking up at this time for the past few weeks, someday’s the sky would be so densely overcast, with clouds hanging low. Not today, today the far sides of the cotton like clouds were orange and pink, and the sky that peaked through behind was indigo.

Amelia sat down on the chair she had placed by the window weeks ago. It was a routine, she’d awaken before sunrise, before everyone else, and amble about the house. She’d check on the kids, letting her eyes drift across their beds, their faces would always be so calm, lips in sleepy pouts.

She’d make herself a cup of tea and go to the window, to watch the sun come up, and then fall asleep, there in the tattered armchair. Someone would always wake her late morning, usually Owen, or one of the girls, in a sweet and gentle way, tickling fingertips across her brow line, tiny hands rubbing circles against her round stomach. She’d opened her eyes to little Ellis doing this first, and the girl smiled, eyes glowing with the kind of energy only she, too young to understand what was lost, could possess.

The sky slowly evolved in its colours, the light becoming yellower, the clouds lost their pink. Amelia rest her head back, and consciously relaxed her jaw, inhaling deeply through her nose. She had one hand wrapped around her mug of fruit tea, absorbing the heat, and her other moving in soothing circles against her taut stomach. She was about a month from her due date, and the babies had limited room now, so their movement was restricted, more like sharp nudges and shoves, as if they were sharing a tent that was much too small for the both of them.

Amelia took a sip of her tea and rest the mug atop her stomach, looking down at herself. In disbelief for a moment, she though, if someone had given her the ability to see into this moment a year ago, she wouldn’t have believed it.

Before her mind wandered too far, and anxiety gripped too hard, she paused, and breathed deep, uttering “five things I can see.” She glanced up at the sky. “The sky… the clouds, the sun… The tree tops… snow” she breathed deep, and closed her eyes. Listening now to the sounds of her friends breathing heavily in their sleep behind her.

One sound prompted her to snap her eyes open. She sat forward, eyes wide up to the sky. She put her tea down and stood slowly, pressing one hand against her lower back as it ached under her load. Her eyes were wide, filled with light. Among the clouds; A bird swayed across the sky mutely, Amelia’s eyes followed it. One of the babies nudged her and she held herself, ears twitching again at the sound of the bird wailing softly. She smiled up, at the first bird she’d seen since before this all began. He soured across the treetops, dancing in circles, as if he knew he had an audience.

Suddenly another appeared and Amelia gasped, watching them circle around each other. Amelia quickly eyed Owen, looking undecidedly between him and the window. She moved to him slowly, keeping her eyes out of the window. Nudging him with her foot, she called his name in a whisper. His eyes sprang open and he sat up in a panic. She smiled, shaking her head and he immediately calmed.

“Look…” is all she said, gesturing that he should follow her back to the window. She only knew he had followed by his presence behind her, his arms around her. He rest his chin on her shoulder, as if trying to see through her eyes. “Look up there” she whispered, pointing. His eyes captured the birds in their dance.

Amelia’s eyes glistened and she held Owen’s arms against her, smiling slightly, biting her bottom lip. The two birds swam in soft zig zags across the treeline and then soured upwards, up and up until they were up above the house, and out of sight.

Amelia turned within the circle of Owen’s arms and smiled wider, tears dropping fast from her eyes. Owen smiled too, and they didn’t need to say anything. More tears fell and they kissed, sinking down onto the armchair, curled against one another, with arms entangled and embracing. Amelia looked up at Owen, at the sky reflected then in his shining eyes.

He looked down, meeting her gaze, smiling contently. “I love you” he told her, and she nodded, uttering “I love you too…” whispering “so much” as she rest her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She moved both of her hands to his chest, so that he had access to her whole stomach. He pushed his hand up under her white shirt and moved it in firm, shushing, circles, enticing a sigh from his wife's lips.

`The birds could still be heard, the first sound of life that had poured from the sky. Owen remained awake, eyes cast down at Amelia, draped across his lap. Her features were illuminated by the yellow of the sun. Her breathing deepened as sleep took her and her whole body slackened. Owen brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, before pushing her shirt up over her bump. He rest his hand gently against it, running his eyes around her, taking in the sight.

It was an odd feeling; feeling so incredibly lucky and unlucky at the same time, it was like a hand was wrapped around his heart, intermittently clenching and then unclenching its grip. He had to remind himself to not think about all that was wrong and all that could go wrong all at once. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, pressing his lips to Amelia’s forehead, breathing in her smell. He remained in that position, lips against her, hand against large swell of her stomach. One of the babies shifted minutely, a twitch of movement under his hand, and Owen smiled, kissing Amelia again.

“Owen…” Owen looked around, Arizona was sat up on the couch. Her eyes were wide and immensely blue in the light. Owen smiled tearily. “Is… that birds? That sound?” Arizona asked, dragging her index finger across her cheek to move her hair from her face. Owen chuckled breathlessly and nodded, looking back to the sky. The birds were in sight again. Arizona moved to the window and peered up, mouth agape. They both watched. Arizona curled her arms around herself, feeling the chill of the winter creep through the glass. Her mind was up with the birds though. “They’re beautiful…” she said, “I thought we’d never see anything again…” She beamed suddenly, and chuckled, shaking her head. “This… they are a sign I think”

Owen nodded, smiling tightly, uttering “I think so too.”

Arizona looked down at Owen, and at Amelia. Her smile softened, “She’s beautiful…” she said, pressing her lips, letting her eyes drift across the pair. She held herself tighter and wandered across to the mattress that Owen and Amelia shared, scooping up the blanket. She brought it back and draped it across them, gently lowering it onto Amelia so not to wake her. “Thank you” Owen spoke quietly. Arizona just nodded and made her way over the the fire, she leant down beside it and nudged the embers, placing some paper and then some wood on it. The fire fluttered at the edges of the paper and then regained, engulfing the debris. Arizona swiftly dropped another log onto it and then watched, hands in her lap, as the flames wrapped around it. Warmth built against her skin and she relaxed into her seat, smiling slightly.

Owen closed his eyes. Though he could feel anxiety and worry at the very edges of his mind, he focused in on the feeling of utter contentedness and it swelled, one of the babies nudged against his hand.

TBC

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trashforgubler · 5 years

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Paralyzed

Word Count: 1065

Summary: Amelia helps Owen through a PTSD flashback

Extra Info: Writers block was being a b i t c h so I had to raise this boi which has being sitting in my word docs from the dead and it is now resurrected. Also this fic is named after the song “Paralyzed” by NF and this dude is literally one of my favorite artists so if your into really deep just like, smart rap check him out

Warnings: Light swearing, panic attack

Requests: Open pls send (like I said writers block is a b i t c h)

Feedback pls and thank

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“Dr. Shepherd?”

Amelia turned around and faced Cross, who looked more confused than usual. His blond hair was sticking up in various positions, none of which were making him look like a competent doctor capable of saving lives. Amelia prayed that the next words out of his mouth were not I’m on your service today, in which case she might actually cry on the spot. Nevertheless, she plastered on a fake smile to hide her growing disdain for the man’s existence.

“What’s up Cross?”

“You need to go to the on-call room,” he spat out. “Now.”

Amelia furrowed her eyebrows and smirked. She couldn’t believe that any intern, let alone Cross was ordering her around like that. She let a laugh of disbelief escape her lips as she responded.

“Cross in what world do you think you can te-“

“It’s Dr. Hunt.”

Amelia’s smile fell from her face as quickly as it had appeared. She set her Surface down before sprinted to the on-call room, her mind playing out a thousand scenarios about what she would find when she opened the door.

Is he sick? Probably not, he looked fine this morning

Is he horny? Always a possibility, but not a situation he would get Cross involved in.

Is he upset? Did he lose a patient?

She could hear Owen before she even opened the door.

He was pacing from one side of the room to the other in the darkness, shaking his hands down by his sides and muttering something Amelia couldn’t make out under his breath. Slowly, she began walking over, making sure not to startle him.

“Owen,” she whispered. “Owen it’s me, it’s Amelia.”

Owen didn’t acknowledge her, instead, he kept pacing, completely oblivious to her presence and letting the sounds of his erratic breathing be his response. His chest was heaving wildly as beads of sweat dripped down his temples and onto his shirt. The wringing of his hands was becoming increasingly faster as his breathing was becoming more and more of a wheeze and less of a breath.

There is no way he’s getting enough air. Amelia thought to herself.

“How can I help O?”

“You can’t help him. No one can help him, he’s dead.” “Owen no one’s dead, do you know where you are?”

“He’s dead, I- I killed him.” Owen finally stopped pacing and looked at his hands, his eyes widening in fear as tears began flowing down his cheeks. “I killed him, I killed him.” He repeated between gasps.

“Here, come sit down.” Amelia coaxed. Owen ignored her again, his shoulders rising up and down as he began to hyperventilate even more. “I k-killed him.”

“Breathe, breathe, you’re okay. You’re safe, everyone’s safe.” Amelia moved in closer to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body as she ran her hand up and down his back, hoping to ground him, or at the very least calm him down enough so he could take a damn breath.

Owen shook his head. “He was right there and I just…” he paused for a moment. “I just let him die.” His voice cracked as he finished his sentence, and a new stream of tears began flowing down his face, staining the neckline of his shirt.

Amelia wrapped him in her arms, holding him tight against her small frame as he shook. “Breathe.” She whispered in his ear. Owen couldn’t hug her back, so they stood there, in the middle of a dark on-call room, with Amelia holding tight onto his shaking body, and Owen’s arms dangling limply at his side.

When his breathing finally started to slow, Amelia led him by the hand to the bottom bunk and sat him down. She untied his shoes and wiped his forehead and cheeks with the edge of her lab coat.

“Do you want some water?”

Owen looked up at her for the first time, finally registering her presence.

“I- sorry what?” he asked, completely disoriented. The last thing he remembered was walking into the on-call room because he needed a break from the ER. He had no recollection of anyone coming in or sitting down. And he definitely didn’t know why he felt so hot.

Relief flooded through Amelia’s body as she heard Owen’s voice. He sounded much more lucid then he had just moments ago. She studied him and found that his eyes had finally lost the glossed over look they had had for the past half hour.

“I said do you want some water?”

“No, I’m good.”

Amelia nodded, just being thankful he was finally breathing normally.

“What happened?” Owen asked.

Amelia crouched down in front of him and took his hands in hers, running her thumb over his wedding ring.

“You had a PTSD flashback,” she started, “A bad one.”

Owen nodded, still not remembering. “You were pacing and having trouble breathing which is why you might feel a little tired or light-headed right now, but you're okay. Everything is fine.”

Owen looked at the ground in embarrassment. He hated when that happened. He hated when Amelia saw him like that, and he especially hated when she had to take time out of her day to babysit him.

“Sorry.” He muttered, biting his lower lip as to not let anything else out. It appears he had already done enough damage; he didn’t need to cry on top of it.

“Owen no,” Amelia said firmly. “Look at me.”

Owen shook his head, not wanting to let Amelia see that despite his greatest efforts his eyes were watering, and his lip was trembling and there was nothing he could do to make it stop.

“Look at me.” She ordered.

Owen obeyed and cast his teary gaze up to her.

“You do not get to apologize for this, you hear me? This is not your fault, and it sure as hell isn’t in your control.”

“But I wasted your time…” he mumbled miserably.

“Owen, do I look mad?”

Owen shook his head, too afraid to say anything else in case he broke down again.

“You are never a waste of time, okay? You can always call me if you’re scared or sad or angry or happy or anything and I will be there, no questions asked.”

The smallest smile found its way onto Owen’s lips as he realized how goddamn lucky he was.

“Okay,” he said softly

“Okay.”

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en-lumine · 5 years

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“Trapped in my Mind”

First attempt at Omelia fanfic. Done for my good friend @bafy-usy, with the aim of keeping the ship alive. Might need a part two, though. Would greatly appreciate the feedback!

Summary: Amelia visits to see Leo after a rough night, only to find Owen finally revealing to her what has been in between them, all this time.

“Uh…. Hi...” Amelia said, sombre, with a distracted look in her eyes.

Owen stood in the doorway of what he had once dreamed would be their home, perplexed by her presence, especially near the middle of the night. He observed her for a long while before responding, reading her body language – knowing it spoke far more eloquently than the words Amelia could string together herself, especially if she was not feeling herself.

She failed to meet Hunt’s eyes, folded her arms back and moved her weight constantly from one foot to another. Something was off – he could tell from the slump of her shoulders and the hoarseness of her voice - as if she had been crying before.

“Amelia.. What is it? Are you—” he stopped himself, just in time – knowing the distance between them now meant he could only feign niceties from afar.

Yet this unplanned visit revealed to him as much, that even as she stood assured of the clarity of everything in her life, right now she had no words for him – only pain.

And… the truth was, deep down, he felt that neither did he. Not after what he had seen today.

“Is everything okay, Amelia?”

Wyatt had told him to prioritize himself, and not seek out Amelia or Teddy during his therapy. But a single, lingering glance in her direction had revealed to him a strange betrayal that shook him to his core. Her mesmerized expression as she stood outside the gallery, was engraved in his mind. Coyly locking eyes with Linc, her hand grazing his elbow in tender motions, as he leaned forward to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Witnessing it from afar, Hunt almost felt her small hands at his elbow in the intimate gesture, like a phantom touch of the ghost of their love. For a moment, he thought he was almost having a heart attack, till he felt the wetness in his eyes, and his spastic breathing relax after a few difficult moments. He realized then that that wasn’t a heart attack – it was merely his heart, breaking again.

That night, though, Amelia held up her hands, defensively to his question.

“No, no, I mean, yes, of course! Don’t worry. Everything is fine. I know, I’m sorry, I should have called before, I know…”

It would go on for about a good minute or two with the apologies and nervous fidgeting, the hesitation, and then finally – the awkward silences.

Hunt was loathed to admit that he still found it as endearing as he did nearly five years ago, when they first became close. But there were stormy waters under their bridge, and he was in far too much pain himself to reminisce about their golden days together. He offered nothing but a blank expression to Amelia’s ramblings and sad, expectant smile.

“Owen, I just—I had a rough day at work, the 14-year old MVC victim… She didn’t make it… And her mother was just so…” Amelia wrung her hands, her face twisting in pain.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t—”

“I just-wanted-to-hold-Leo,” she ground out finally. “I know it’s way past his bedtime but please, Owen - just for five min-”

“Sure, of course, come in. He’s right here.”

It was as clear as the rare Seattle night sky that night. No matter how far Amelia tried to run, she was Leo’s mother – and despite the distance between them, Owen knew her love for the child, would never die. Parents, he knew very well now, were built that way.

She entered the living room, scanning for any major changes before realizing Leo was lying asleep on the couch – barricaded by cushions on all sides. Most likely, Owen had been holding the sleeping baby over his chest as he caught up with the news, before leaving him in that position to answer the door. Her heart fluttered at the memory of how careful he was with the child, blissfully asleep in his favourite flannel pyjamas.

Tears sprung to her eyes, at the memory.

“Hi, baby,” she whispered quietly, as she crouched next to the sofa, softly rustling the child’s hair. “How are you? Had a busy day today?” Little Leo merely stirred lazily, sighed, and turned his pouty face to her direction in response.

She kept whispering to Leo about her latest surgeries, her research, Zola’s science project – never realizing that Owen had been in the kitchen for a while now. It was only when he brought her a steaming cup of her favourite camomile-lavender tea, placing it on the coffee table deftly, did she realize that he had sensed her tension and quietly went to prepare her favourite remedy to destress, apart from playing with Leo.

Amelia looked up and beamed her thanks to the trauma surgeon, to which she got a small nod. Owen silently picked up his newspaper, and turned to leave the room once more.

“You-you don’t have to go, Owen,” the younger surgeon softly called out, placing a wary but welcoming smile on her face.

“Oh, I’m just… reading…” He said, quietly walking to the counter, seating himself casually as he began to flip through the paper – within the distance that he wanted with Amelia, yet within enough proximity to her lest she felt offended.

Yet, Owen Hunt never read a single word.

All he felt was the temptation to fall to his knees and embrace his small family as tightly as he could. All he wanted was to grab Amelia by the shoulders and ask her how – how could she relinquish everything in one moment, and walk away from this beautiful life together. All he wanted was to hunt down that ortho attending, and knock his—

His knuckles went white from where he held the paper, forcing his mind to stop, before it hurled out of control again. The anger dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind an unknown despair he had run away from so long.

Nevertheless, Hunt steeled himself, even as caustic emotions simmered beneath the surface.

It was different now. With Linc in Amelia’s life, everything was different. He had lost.

“You know, you should really enjoy this age. He’s used to you, you have his whole routine, diet, everything figured out. Best to enjoy it, before the terrible twos strike, they say.”

“Amelia—”

“You’ll have another one by then too, the house won’t be as quiet, with Teddy and the baby.” She continued, playing with Leo’s small hands. “It would probably be best if she moved in with you. At least initially, and--”

“She’s with Koracick. They-they’re serious. You know that,” answered Hunt curtly, well aware of his place amongst the women in his life.

Amelia let out a small laugh, almost humourless. “It’s Tom, Owen. And Teddy – with your baby? Are you really gonna back off so easily? Seriously?”

He threw the paper aside – the aggression stopping her before she mouthed off again, realizing she had chanced upon him once more at a time when he was frothing with rage, and struggling to keep it in.

“Okay, my cue to leave. Wouldn’t want to overstay my welco-” She had grabbed her jacket and keys, tea unfinished, stomping toward the door when the sounds woke up Leo.

Finding himself alone, little Leo’s whimper turned into a roaring wail, small hands waving about for a parent to hold and cajole back to sleep.

Owen remained unmoved from his position, icy blue eyes boring into the back of the reticent neurosurgeon as she turned to leave, even as the child’s scared cries filled the silence around them. Amelia took a few steps, but stopped in her tracks when the veteran failed to respond to Leo’s crying.

She turned, eyes flashing furiously and barked: “What is wrong with you?! Aren’t you gonna pick him-”

“He’s your son too, Amelia Shepherd.”

Incredulous, she flung down her bag and jacket to the ground, and ran back to Leo – picking him up from his arms, positioning him on her shoulder and shushing him to sleep again, furious about Owen’s callous remarks.

“Mmm..mam..mam…” cooed the baby sleepily, grabbing a small fist of Amelia’s hair and rubbing his nose into the crook of her neck to resume his slumber.

She gasped, sinking down back into the sofa with the boy nestled against her.

Mum. Mama. Ma. He was calling out to her, even in his sleep.

And for one fleeting second, Christopher was back in her arms – the memory soothing and enflaming her long-buried emotions simultaneously.

Several long moments passed in silence, as the child returned to his sweet dreaming, yet Amelia felt her mind was reeling, swirling, tearing and cutting through her. Leo. Leo called for her. He sought comfort in her, saw her as his mother…

And then she realized why Hunt had said what he said about motherhood.

“O-owen…” she called out softly, unable to separate herself from the child, feeling her hand tremble as she tried to keep the dam within from bursting.

“That isn’t the first time he has asked for you, Amelia. But it was the first time, in a long, long time that he actually found you.”

Hunt then walked up to her, taking a seat opposite Amelia and Leo on the coffee table, meeting her teary eyes with a dark, wistful gaze of his own. Words that once flowed so easily for Amelia, were now hard to come by – her mind spun in circles and waves, as duty to one’s self warred with her intrinsic desire to be a parent.

“We have been here before, Owen,” Amelia responded, her voice taking a hoarse tenor, even as she averted her eyes, and refused to look at the veteran - barely trying to conceal the pain that had been silenced for so long.

She had thought this would give her clarity. She had believed the distance would end the hurt – and perhaps it did, perhaps it had really helped her. But at what cost?

Owen regarded her agonized expression, desperate to reach out and hold her hand and ease her pain somehow. But he had been stewing within the mess of his life all by himself for quite a while now. And all that had sucked the fight of him.

Yet he gave it all - one last shot in battle.

“I was ten years old, Amelia. When I found out about my father’s passing. It’s funny how military traditions never change, you know. The faces, they change – the people, they change. But the uniform, those expressions… those eyes. When they deliver the news –” Owen shook his head, even as age-old memories danced before his eyes.

Amelia frowned, glancing up to see where this could possibly lead, as she picked up Leo’s favourite toy lying beside her and brought it closer to the boy’s arms.

She nodded cautiously, noticing the tension in Hunt’s shoulders, the impatience to get it all off his chest. Knowing he rarely talked about his past, she finally locked her eyes with his, and truly listened after a long time.

“The days that followed were all a haze, the funeral, getting back his belongings, pictures – he was into photography, so there were many of those...” the surgeon responded with a distant smile, before letting the ache of his childhood memories wash it away. “But I was… trapped, in my mind, completely. I shut myself up in my room, isolated – going over everything, possible scenarios, how Dad would have died, scenario by scenario.” He clenched his fists, and tried to dispel the images from his mind.

“Until my father’s CO dragged me out, and told me about my duty – as a way of redirecting me, I suppose. Duty, as a son, as a brother – a soldier. That I was the man of the house now, that I had to take care of my mother, of Megan… And so, I became that man. I shoved it all aside. Helped Ma with chores around the house, took Megan everywhere with me, even if it made me the laughing stock. Became a doctor…”

“Just like Derek,” she remarked softly, feeling more and more familiar with Owen’s past, with each passing second.

Owen smiled ruefully, shaking his head at the memory of his dear friend, and trusted counterpart – the charismatic figure who knew everyone’s pain as if it were his own.

“Not exactly, Derek was always trying to run away from his sisters.”

Amelia let out a small crackle of laughter, while Owen allowed himself a private smile at his conversations with the legendary surgeon.

“The point, Amelia, is – I keep tabs, and follow, and -- interfere -- in the lives of those I care about. I feel responsible, hell I am responsible, in some degree, for everything. But somehow, that line, that line to me is… blurry. I-I just try to keep an eye out, and see no one is hurting you-”

She immediately knew where this was going, and unknowingly alarmed, she sat up straighter, feeling swarms of guilt choke her as her cheeks flushed crimson.

“Owen…”

“What am I, Amelia? What remains here, in me, if I can’t keep my family safe?” he whispered urgently, pointing to his chest as his face twisted in a mask of nothing but sheer pain. “I am - capable - of hurt, and anger and… violence… That darkness is there, and I know it will never go away. It’s as real in me, as it is in you. And all I know is that I have to fight – keep fighting it. The struggle never ends.”

With that Owen got up, and started pacing. Amelia averted her eyes, trying to focus on a point ahead of her to keep the tears from falling.

“So I keep an eye out for those around me – not because I think anyone else is incapable, or that they need me to survive. No. But I need them. I need to keep fighting, for me. I need to make sure my family is safe. That, Amelia, that is everything to me.”

The tears fell from her eyes, a gasp quivering within her chest as Owen gave shape, form and meaning to all that lay between them. My family. The words that rose to the surface but died, the thorns of bitterness staining what was once a pristine, crystalline love.

He went back to the counter again, placing his hands on the marble-top, facing away from Amelia. Hunt then sighed so deeply, tiredly, that Amelia’s heart twisted at the defeated sound. She raised her gaze to his strong back, now slouched like a soldier losing the war in his mind, long before losing in the battlefield. And in that moment, she knew he had found out about her foolish dalliances with Lincoln – and the fact that she had hurt him like that, brought back all the pain she had been running from all this time.

“The truth is, Amelia, I may not know how to care, but I do. I do care,” continued Owen, his voice strong with conviction in spite of his defeated visage. “And I love – I love you.” He paused, trying to push past the lump in his throat, preventing him from speaking.

“I love you,” Owen repeated, loudly this time, the deep tenor of his voice almost quivering underneath the weight of his emotions. “I love you with a ferocity, Amelia Shepherd. So strong, I fear it would shatter me. And it-it has shattered me.” Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, as intimate scenes of the morning, Amelia and Linc’s callous flirtation, played in his eyes.

“I may not know how to show it, or make you believe it, but even if the world burns to the ground, I want you to know that, nothing would ever, ever change that. Even if you run away, know that you are the mother to my son, Amelia. You are my family. And despite everything between us, know that this – this is your safe space, and always will be.”

The silence that followed hit Amelia in waves, gushing and flowing through her being. Wracked with muted sobs, she felt insignificant, small in the face of the massive, towering show of bravery Owen was putting on. Peeling back the bandage to reveal his aching, sore wounds. Part of her yearned to reach out to him, while another part of her envied the strength he had over his own self. She was torn between the need to protect herself, to withdraw, and to give in to the man she knew she too loved with every fibre of her being, right to her core.

In that moment, she realized that despite holding her son, despite having the man of her dreams in front of her, she had never been more alone.

The trauma surgeon sniffled, and quickly wiped a tear with the back of his palm, as he turned to face Amelia again.

“So here it is, Amelia. Here is all of it ... All of me, Amelia. And…” He tried to meet her gaze, but with Leo pressed against her chest, the brunette twisted herself away, unable to bare her pain to him, looking up to the ceiling as Leo snored softly in her lap.

“… And now, I am setting us free.”

Eyes as round as saucers instantly rose to meet the soldier’s soft gaze, her mouth slightly agape.

“I … I-I don’t know why it’s like this, or why I always hurt those around me. But not anymore.. not anymore… I am done…” He had practiced these words hundreds of times, during his sessions and by himself – but now words alluded him, thought escaped him. The pain of heart-break returned with renewed ferocity, rendering Owen helpless to do nothing more than try to breathe deeply, let the quivering in his heart ease.

“I’m done hurting. I am done hurting, you…”

“Owen… what are you saying?” Amelia managed to whisper hoarsely, letting herself be arrested by his tortured blue gaze. He walked back to the coffee table, unhurried, and settled himself once again directly opposite her. And for the first time in what felt like ages, he reached out and clasped Amelia’s small hands in his warm ones, a soft, sad smile accompanying his own teary eyes.

“I loved and I lost, Amelia. And Wyatt says there’s no shame in that. So I’m going to try and just seek comfort in just that, Amelia – having loved you, having lost you.”

Amelia had never felt she would relive the moment where life would snatch away the ground from underneath her feet. Nor, did she thought she’d live to see another man she had loved wither and die before her.

She was calm, despite the hot tears in her eyes, and the small, sleeping child still clutching her shirt.

“You don’t have to run anymore, Amelia, you’re now free.”

But perhaps unbeknownst to the trauma surgeon, was that despite her clarity and serenity in the moment, Amelia was in freefall.

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Yup, definitely needs a part two :p Let me know what you all think! :)

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Record Time (1)

Here is the first part based off a prompt I got ‘Mama Shepherd and the shepherd sisters come out to Seattle and learn of Amelia’s home life with Owen, Betty and Leo.’ There is so much damage between Amelia and her family I have to break this story up. Hope you like it.

“Amelia! Wait up?” Meredith’s voice interrupts. I stop and send the intern I had been instructing off to check on a patient.

“What’s up Mer?” I impatiently ask, while checking scans on my iPad. “I was supposed to be in the OR like 10 minutes ago. So, whatever it is can we talk about it later.”

Meredith begins to object, when Alex comes storming up to us, “Shepherd. Aren’t you supposed to be in surgery right now? There is a reason we have a board, and a reason we stick to a schedule.”

I smirk a little internally, this new intern chief position is really bringing out Alex’s responsible and bossy side. I nod, “Yes, I was just headed there, Mer just had a quick question for me.”

He seemed to accept that answer and went off to deal with some other problem. I am still waiting for Meredith to say whatever it is that she needed to say. “I’ll find you after, it can wait.”

“Ok. I’ll text you when I am out of surgery.” I tell her and head off to the OR.

After scrubbing out of surgery, I got a page to the ER. After a quick consult there I see Mer texted me, she was in the scan room. I decided to change my clothes first and go pick up Leo as I was done for the day and the nursery was on the way.

I pushed the door to the scan room open while sending Owen a quick text to let him know I picked up Leo, who was on my hip at the moment, “Hey, Mer, sorry about early, today was crazy what did you want to tell me?” My eyes had been on my phone as I entered the room, so the voice that responded caused my head to jerk up in surprise and brought me face to face with my mother.

My mother as usual gets straight to the point as her eyes take in the baby I am currently straddling on my hip. “Well, I guess congratulations are in order. Why didn’t you tell me you were expecting? How old is he?” She asks, like nothing is wrong, like the last 4 years of radio silence since my wedding hadn’t happened. She stretches her arms out towards Leo, like she thinks I am just going to hand him over to her.

I take a step or two back and position Leo, so he is partially protected from her by my body. “I didn’t even know you were in Seattle.” I say to my mother, ignoring all her personal questions.

“Come now Amy, just let me see the little guy and we can talk and catch up.” My mother tries again, taking another step towards me, causing me to immediately add space between us, placing myself closer to the door.

Meredith joins in hoping to ease some of the tension, “That is actual what I wanted to tell you earlier.” I shot daggers at her with my eyes, she knows the situation between my mother and I, how could she let me walk into this situation. “I only found out last night.” Meredith tries to defend.

“Amy, I am your mother, can we just talk? You should have told me about …” Carolyn says.

My mothers’ words do nothing but infuriate me, “Leo. His name is Leo. And I didn’t tell you about him as it is none of your business. Not now, not after everything.” I pause to steady my breath, I won’t let her see me cry.

“Amy, don’t be like that.” She tries to reason with me.

I shake my head, begging the tears not to drop from my eyes, “No, you don’t get to just appear and pretend like you have been in my life. So much has happened in the past few years, and you don’t know any of it. And that is not my fault. That is your fault. You choose to not be in my life. You choose not to trust me. You choose to question my sobriety. This is on you.” The anger is the only thing keeping me from completely breaking down right now.

“I should give you two some space.” Meredith chimes in quietly as she takes a step towards the door.

My mother nodding and smiling at Meredith says, “Thank you, Meredith.”

But I can’t keep doing this. “No, Mer you stay. I was just going home anyway.” I head towards the door Leo still resting on my hip, during the conversation he had buried his face against my body, he looked quite sleepy.

“Amelia!” I hear both of them call as I head out the door. But I don’t stop. I just leave the room, and head out to my car. To go home.

I got home before Owen, Leo was clearly ready for a nap, so I put him down and decided to start supper. I texted Betty before I started cooking the pasta to see if she would be home for supper or if she was staying at her friend’s house. She texted back almost immediately, which made me happy in a mother of a teenager who also happens to be a drug addict kind of way, she said she was on her way home.

Her and Owen got home just before the pasta was ready. We all sat down to eat, I debated telling Owen about the surprise visit from my mother however decided to would only raise questions and likely snark from Betty, so I decided it was best to wait till after we ate.

After we finished eating, Owen and I headed to the kitchen to do the dishes. Leo was in his play pen in the living room and Betty was on the couch doing her homework. I glance to make sure Betty wasn’t listening before telling Owen about my encounter with my mother.

I barely got into it before the doorbell rang. I began to set down my dish towel but stopped when Betty yelled “I got it.” So, I went back to the task at hand, I could hear voices as Betty answered the door, although I wasn’t too concerned until Betty called out to me, “Amelia!”

“Hush, it is fine. He is my grandbaby I can pick him up dear. And who did you say you were again?” Carolyn Shepherd asks Betty.

I put my towel down and hurried into the other room, only to be surprised for the second time today by the same women I hadn’t seen in years. “What are you doing here?” I demand moving towards Leo’s play pen where my mother was also headed.

“Now, now, Amy is that any way to talk to your mother.” Carolyn responds.

Betty who is still standing near the door has an amused and confused look plastered across her face, “Wait. Grandbaby? Mother?”

“Betty, go to your room.” I tell her, not ready to get into this right now, as I was focused on getting my mother out of this house. When Betty continued standing there watching me as I protectively grab Leo out of my mothers reach and hold him against myself. “We can talk about this later, go to your room now.”

“You can’t have secrets and be sober.” Betty quotes back to me, something I had told her back when we were first figuring out our dynamic.

“Betty. Now.” I say throwing her what can only be described as a mother look. Betty rolls her eyes and trudges upstairs to her room.

“And who exactly is she?” My mother asks in her straight-forward-needs-to-know-everything kind of way.

“Mom, what are you doing here? I thought I was clear back at the hospital. How do you even know where I live anyway, it is not like you have ever been here.” I say, carrying Leo with me back into the kitchen where Owen is because knowing my mother, I will want him near me for support.

“I am here to talk to you Amy and get to know this secret surprise grandbaby. And Maggie told me where you lived while I was at Meredith’s visiting my other grandkids, you know, the ones I knew about.”

I hand Leo over to Owen and turn back around to face my mother. “Okay, then talk. What is so important after four years that you now, all the sudden need to talk to me so badly.”

“Amy…” She tries to start.

But I cut her off, “Amelia. Nobody calls me Amy anymore.” I harshly inform her.

“Please just listen, I know I made a mistake when I didn’t come to your wedding, but you have to look at it from my point of view.” She tries to rationalize.

I jump in though, “No, I really don’t. You abandoned me on one of the biggest most important days of my life. I can’t just forgive you, even if you thought it was a mistake, you didn’t even listen to me.”

Leo starts to fuss, Owen looks at me apologetically checking to make sure I would be okay if he left the room to deal with Leo. I nod and tell him I’ll be fine. He heads off with Leo, leaving just me and my mother in the kitchen.

“Amy, I can’t change the past. And I am so sorry I missed out on you building this family, on you becoming a mother.” My mothers says in a soft tone.

I don’t even correct her this time about my name. I have to turn around though, so she doesn’t see how her words affect me as thoughts and images of Christopher flash through my mind.

“Please can we just try and move forward?” My mother’s asks as she places a hand on my shoulder. I push the tears that have threatened to encompass me and turn back to face my mother.

“I don’t know.” I say, because after everything I don’t know if I am ready to let her back into my life. “So, much has changed…” I trail off, not meeting her eyes.

“Then tell me about it, we can change that. I want to be in your life, Amy.” She says kindly.

I want to believe her. She is my mother after all, and I want nothing more than to give in and hug her and let her take some of this pain away, but there is this tiny thought that is nagging me at the back of my head. “You want me in your life?” I ask my voice sounded frail like a young child’s.

She nods and smiles in her warm motherly way, but that voice in the back of my head wants to know, ‘why now?’. “That is why you came to Seattle? To fix our relationship?” I ask, part of me knowing that isn’t the real reason and the childish, naive part of me wants her to just say that is why she is here.

She hesitates before she answers, and I know in that instant, she isn’t here for me. “Well, Meredith invited me for Bailey’s birthday. But I wanted to see you.” She says as she rubs her hand along my arm.

I push her hand off me and move away. “You didn’t come to see me. You didn’t even care that we had not talk in four years. You only care now because of Leo.”

“Amy, it is not like that.” Carolyn says, Owen came back in the room moments before, and quickly clued into the situation.

“Yes, it is.” I say the hurt laced in my voice. I can’t believe I thought she cared even for half a second. “You can go now. I don’t need you in my life. And if you don’t care enough to have me in your life, you don’t deserve my kids.” I say, I can feel the tears building and threatening to run down my face.

“Amy…” She tries again but I am done listening and thank god for Owen as he realized I had reached my limit and stepped in.

“Carolyn, I think it would be best if you left now.” She looks between us as Owen moves closer to me. “I can drive you back to Meredith’s.” Owen offers, clearly trying to be the peace keeper.

“No, no, that’s fine I can take myself.” She looks back at me, and begrudgedly heads towards the doors. Before she lets herself out, she says one last piece, “I do care, Amy. I am your mother, I will always care.”

Once the door shuts behind her I give into the sobs and lean into Owen’s strong frame. He comforts and holds me just like he did when we were separated and he found me crying on the elevator, and all I know is that I couldn’t do any of this without him.

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Maybe This Time - Part 8 (Finale)

Hey guys!

thank you so much for everyone who’s been through this with me. I am very grateful for every comment, every ask, every note, every message. I loved the feedback for this story and I hoped you guys had a good time with it as much as I had fun writing it. Here goes the last installment of this sweet ride! thanks for sticking with me until the very end :)

Link to previous chapters are HERE on the masterpost

Maybe This Time – Part 8

“I think I might be pregnant.”

“Owen, this is the part where you say something,” Amelia tried to get him to speak after long seconds of silence.

But Owen looked like he was in shock. He kept staring at her frozen in time, unable to fully process the meaning of the news she’d just unexpectedly dropped.

Unbeknownst to her, Owen was trying to contain a nearly instinctive reaction of smiling and celebrating the news. He’d wanted for that to happen so badly and yet had been in that position so many times before only to ultimately be let down that he didn’t allow himself to rejoice in it just yet.

When his ex-wife had given him similar news, years before, Owen had been naïve enough to believe that his heart’s biggest desire might actually come true. The series of events that had happened after had only served to remind him in the cruelest way that sometimes, life could be taken before it was even given a chance. He’d learned to mourn the loss of someone he’d never even got the chance to meet. And then years later, when he and Amelia had revisited the idea of parenthood, at first he’d been thrilled. Owen could remember all the details of the evening he’d gotten home and found her waiting for him with a pregnancy test. Back then, the trauma surgeon had kept his expectations high because he’d really believed that Amelia wanted it as much as he did. When the test turned out to be negative, Owen had taken her introversion as disappointment and had tried to console her, pointing out that they had just started trying and would have many chances to actually conceive a baby.

But then Amelia had unexpectedly changed her mind about the topic and left home, making him wonder how much she’d meant what she’d said in the few times they’d discussed becoming parents. From there on, their marriage had fallen apart, culminating with the discovery of her tumor. Little by little, they had been able to pick up most pieces. But up until that day, they hadn’t yet the discussed the idea of children. Owen had no idea where Amelia stood in it. Deep down, he knew he’d never truly give up on it, but the trauma surgeon had long ago told himself that he simply must learn to move on with his life and be happy even if he never got to be a dad because the possibility of that never happening was actually the likeliest one.

Owen knew Amelia was probably just as confused as he was about the news she’d just shared. Just as he knew her sudden change of heart about having a baby during a time they were together had probably been equally hard for her to understand. The details of her past remained blurry to him, but he was aware his wife had lost a son once. And while Owen was very good at obliterating his feelings, he wasn’t foolish enough to think that a person could come out of a situation like that and not have any scars. He supposed Amelia’s fears and hesitations had everything to do with the trauma of her past.

“Are you okay?” he gently tilted his head to the side, looking at her with concerned eyes.

Amelia couldn’t quite tell why, but she felt her heart sinking inside her chest.

“I… I don’t know,” she confessed with honesty.

“When did you find out?” Owen asked, gently reaching out to touch her so he could help Amelia sit on the patient’s gurney inside the room. Once she was properly settled, he pulled a metal stool and sat in front of her, not letting go of her hand.

“I just considered the possibility as I was filling out the form for the MRI scan. I realized it makes perfect sense,” Amelia confessed, feeling more anxious than when she’d first walked into that room. Owen’s reaction wasn’t anything like she’d anticipated and she couldn’t even tell why, because she didn’t know what she expected in the first place. “I didn’t confirm it yet.”

Owen instantly picked up on the fact she’d immediately come to him when she’d confronted the notion and that made him feel slightly better about the whole thing. But still, he didn’t dare to make anything out of the situation just yet.

“Do you want to find out for sure?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

Amelia was grateful for his obvious concern and for the way he was caring about her. She didn’t expect any less. But at the same time, the way Owen was keeping his distance was unnerving and very distressing.

The neurosurgeon narrowed her eyes, trying to understand him. It was hard to make sense of what he was feeling when she couldn’t figure out her own response to the situation. Was it possible that she was disappointed?

Was it possible that he was?

Owen had always wanted a child… Amelia had no idea how she felt about the entire thing but from the short trip from the radiology department to the ER, a thousand questions had run through her head. She had several doubts. But only one certainty: Owen would be thrilled.

She had been so sure of that that it was absolutely distressing to face his current reaction. Owen wasn’t indifferent. He was definitely apprehensive, so there had to be something there. But he hadn’t expressed any personal thought or emotion about the news she’d just shared and the slightest possibility that he might not be absolutely delighted with it made Amelia more agitated than she considered she could be.

Up until now, she hadn’t allowed herself to break down and be terrified for the single reason of having Owen there. They had talked and made up and realized that they loved each other and wanted to be together. No one was better at being there for her than he was. Amelia wasn’t sure if she was ready to face her fears with a new pregnancy but if a baby was already conceived, then there was no other alternative. And the only thing that kept her sane at that moment was to know she could lean on Owen.

But if he wasn’t fully on board with the idea then…

“Amelia?” Owen rubbed his thumb on her hand, trying to get her back from her thoughts. “I asked if you want to go to the lab? Or I can draw your blood here if you want?” he proposed. “Or if you want something less invasive we can try a urine test? What do you think?”

Amelia bit her lower lip. She didn’t know. She had no idea.

Why wasn’t he happy about this? Why wasn’t he thrilled and laughing and telling her everything was going to be okay, all the while making plans for them? That’s the only thing she expected… It was all she could think about at the moment.

“How far along do you think you should be?” Owen asked, realizing this time around it was her that seemed lost and shocked.

“I don’t know,” Amelia breathed in and out, trying to remain calm, but her distress became more obvious. “I don’t know, Owen, I don’t…”

“Shhh, it’s okay, calm down,” Owen got up and gently wrapped her in his arms, watching as Amelia buried her face in his chest and sniffed. She was obviously tense and he wished he knew more about how she felt so he could help her. But Owen really hoped this wasn’t another situation where he would have to convince the woman he loved to keep his baby. Because no matter how much he loved Amelia, if she really was expecting his child and decided not to take it forward, Owen didn’t have it in him to comfort her for the pain of making that decision.

Swallowing hard, he asked the universe for strength and straightened himself up, trying to remain as rational as possible. It just didn’t make sense… Everything he knew about Amelia and her personality, how caring and maternal she was… Owen knew the trauma of losing a child could shape a person, but he still couldn’t see her as someone who would reject a baby just because she feared losing them. It just didn’t make any sense.

“Amelia, look, I know you’re in way over your head right now,” he pulled apart just enough to look into her eyes, seeing they were sparkling with tears she stubbornly refused to shed. “But we need to know for sure, ok? We need to know for sure so we’ll know what we’re dealing with here,” he added, mistaking her pain for fear of actually being pregnant.

Amelia nodded affirmatively with her head, wiping her eyes as she listened to what he was proposing.

“We don’t have to go anywhere just yet,” Owen pointed with his eyes to a portable ultrasound machine inside the exam room. “Do you want to find out? We can do it here. Together.”

Amelia looked at the machine and then at him, unconsciously holding her breath. God, that was scary. It just felt so soon… But at the same time, it could be good to end that agonizing doubt if they could.

The neurosurgeon took a few seconds of hesitation, finally agreeing to his suggestion with a shy nod.

Owen tried not to think of what it would mean for them if she were indeed pregnant – or if she wasn’t – and kissed her head quickly before getting up to go get the machine. As he pulled the object towards them, Amelia lay on the table, awkwardly untying the knot on her scrub pants and slowly pulling it down to her underwear level at the same time she pulled up her top.

“You ready?” Owen asked, holding the transducer with one hand. When Amelia met his eyes and slightly nodded, he applied gel on her lower abdomen, unconsciously holding his breath too.

He had no idea what the result of that exam would mean for the two of them, both individually and as a couple. Owen didn’t realize his usually steady hand was having a hard time staying still so he could freeze a perfect image window. He couldn’t really focus on anything because just as he’d identified Amelia’s bladder, he was also able to find her uterus and the minuscule image that kept coming in and out of the screen as he moved the probe.

Amelia had thought about not looking at the screen, too scared about what she might find, but she simply had to know. As Owen ran the exam, she found herself in the position of a mere spectator, watching the images going in and out of the screen as she frantically moved her eyes, trying to make sense of anything.

It seemed very obvious what that little white image in amidst all that black meant.

A growing seed of hope? A better future?

But it was too good to be true.

Amelia had to know. She couldn’t live with the agonizing doubt any longer.

“Is that… Is that a baby?” she asked, at last breaking the heavy silence in the room.

When Owen turned his face from the screen to look at her, Amelia noticed how wet his eyes were. Long gone was his resolve to remain neutral to that situation. Owen had finally reached his limit and he couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“That’s our baby,” Owen answered with a whisper, looking into her eyes. When Amelia met his gaze, the intensity of the situation caught up with her and she was instantly overwhelmed.

Her silence alarmed him and Owen felt more anxious than he’d felt in a lifetime. Seeing that tiny image on the screen had messed more with his emotions than he ever imagined it would. His heart was bursting with joy and love and hope but he had no idea what to do with all of those because his fate – and the baby’s – depended entirely on Amelia’s reading of the situation and he wasn’t sure he could cope if the truth was that she wasn’t nearly as enchanted with that discovery and new prospect as he was.

Owen was very confused but when Amelia lifted her eyes and stared at him looking more fragile and vulnerable than he’d ever seen her, he realized that was just the beginning.

“Do you want the baby?” she asked with a sheepish voice, reaching out for his hand, as if afraid of his answer. “I know it’s not what you had planned right now.”

Owen looked at her hand, fiercely holding onto his and then into her eyes, trying to make sense of what she was asking.

“Do I want the baby?” he frowned, confused. “What do you mean, do I want the baby, of course I want the baby, Amelia…!” he dropped the ultrasound machine and held her in his arms, coming closer and he intensified his stare so she could see he meant what he was saying. “I want you and the baby. What are you even saying… How could I…”

When she broke down crying with what look like relief, Owen’s eyes grew wider in alarm and for a second, he had no idea what to do. But when he noticed Amelia really was anguished about the situation, he didn’t hesitate before standing up and wrapping his arms around her.

“Amelia,” Owen pulled apart just enough to look into her eyes, seeing they were drowning in tears. The way she looked so broken absolutely destroyed him. “What are you asking me, exactly?” he rubbed the side of her face with his thumb affectionately, expecting her to be as honest with him as she had been in the past few weeks.

His wife bit her lower lip in a mix of embarrassment, guilt, and insecurity. Owen gave her an encouraging half smile, hoping she would open her heart.

“It’s just that I… When I told you I thought I was pregnant, I thought you’d be happy,” she confessed. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“This is what I want more than anything else I’ve ever wanted in my life,” Owen let her know.

“But you didn’t celebrate it,” Amelia’s voice faltered and she felt embarrassed for feeling like she was demanding something of him when she had no right to.

Owen furrowed his brows, trying to process the meaning of her words. She was opening her heart to him and being honest. The least he could do was to do the same.

“I wasn’t sure if I should,” he admitted. When he saw she hadn’t understood him, Owen hurried to explain. “You see, I didn’t know if youwanted it,” he exposed, gazing at her with what he hoped was comprehension instead of judgment. “I still don’t,” Owen confessed. “And it would be very hard for me to take such immense joy out something that would make me so happy but bring you more pain than happiness. What I’ve always dreamed of is for us both to want it... I thought you did too. But then everything happened,” he paused, taking a breath. Amelia knew he was talking about the way she’d left home after their pregnancy scare and how their marriage had derailed from there on. Never again had they ever brought up the baby issue and it was long overdue. “I know the news caught us off guard and I know it’s a lot to process but I am here for it, Amelia. I am here for it and for you. I want this baby and I want you,” he held her face between his hands, looking deeply into her eyes. “You two are everything I’ve ever wanted. Not just the baby,” he suggestively placed his hand on her lower abdomen. “But you too,” Owen breathed out, whispering in her ear at the same time he pulled her into an embrace. “I want us to be together. I want us to be in this as a family.”

Amelia held onto him with force, wondering if Owen had any idea how much it meant to her to hear what he was saying.

“I want that too,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the tip of her toes to make up for their height difference. “I am so done being sad, Owen. I want us to be happy… I want us to have everything we planned,” Amelia knew they were locked in an exam room in the middle of a workday, but she didn’t care. A lot of doubts and questions were running through her head, and she still had a million what ifs that probably wouldn’t let her sleep anytime soon. But to know that she had Owen there, come what may, was all the reassurance she needed at that moment. “We’re having a baby,” she broke apart and looked into his eyes, smiling with sheer joy between heavy tears.

Owen chuckled, unable to believe that was actually happening. He wanted to scream, shout, laugh, hold her and never let go, all at the same time.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated, almost as unable to believe it.

“Are you sure you saw it?” Amelia asked with a lighthearted tone. “I mean, I think I saw it too, but I…”

“I am not a radiologist but it was there, I saw it,” Owen interrupted her, frowning. “We should probably get a proper exam scheduled, though. Just to see if everything checks out.”

“Yeah, we should,” Amelia agreed, unable to stop smiling. She loved how he’d said “we” instead of “you”. The little subtitles in Owen made the entire difference and she loved him for them. “You know what, we should also work. I just realized I have a department to run. It’s almost noon and I haven’t begun my day upstairs yet.”

Owen reluctantly let her go. He wasn’t sure how he was going to focus on anything else other than the amazing news he’d just found out that morning, but the trauma surgeon was sure he was going to figure something out. Not only Amelia was pregnant with his child, but she was also fully on board with the idea of building a future with him. The two of them still had a lot to process but it felt like a new chapter of their lives was just about to begin and even though it seemed sudden and fast, at the same time it felt like it was long overdue. And Owen couldn’t wait for it.

When Amelia went home from the hospital that evening, she had a million questions running through her head. Once again, she was driving through the familiar streets that led to the house she’d spent the past weeks in. What would that pregnancy mean for she and Owen going forward? Even before Amelia had found out about it, the neurosurgeon was aware that’d be just a matter of time before she fully moved out of Meredith’s house back in with Owen again. Right now, it just felt like she had the best motivation to speed things up.

She thought back about the way Owen had held back right after she’d told him about her suspicion and her heart constricted inside her chest. It made perfect sense now… He wanted to be happy about it because just like she’d anticipated, having a baby was one of the things Owen longed for the most. But he had been disappointed so many times before that it was obvious he’d guard his heart this time and not build his hopes up again until he knew for sure what he should actually expect.

There was just so much to process… As Amelia parked the car in the garage, she took her hand to her lower abdomen, instinctively trying to protect what she didn’t even know yet but already loved more than life itself. God, she just hoped everything worked out this time around. She wasn’t sure she would be able to cope with another loss.

It was still early in the evening and she found the house empty. A couple of hours later, Owen arrived and the big smile on his face when he came through the door vanished every doubt Amelia could still have about whether or not he was excited about this. It was quite obvious now that Owen was having a hard time hiding just how absolutely delighted he was.

“So I was thinking,” he started, insisting that she just relaxed and let him prepare dinner. Amelia had a feeling that for the next months, she would have to remind him she was not in an invalid state but rather, simply pregnant. “Last time we thought about turning the office into a nursery, right? I mean, I suggested it. But I was thinking maybe we could just have the baby in our room with us for the time being… maybe until he or she is done waking up every couple of hours. Just so we won’t have to go from room to room in the middle of the night,” he kindly proposed.

“Okay,” Amelia agreed with a smile, even though she hadn’t really given it much thought. The brightness in his eyes as he spoke about it and went on making further plans completely captivated her attention and she couldn’t focus on anything else. To see Owen so into that new experience and realize she wasn’t alone in it made her completely in awe.

They had dinner still making plans and trying to discuss the changes that the new addition would cause in their lives. Owen noticed how he was doing most of the talking, but even though she was acting uncharacteristically introverted and guarded, Amelia seemed genuinely on board with the ideas he was suggesting. He could tell by the smile on her face that the idea of being a mom filled her heart with love and excitement, but at the same time, Owen could catch a glimpse of sadness lingering in the back of her eyes while they discussed the subject and that broke his heart. He couldn’t stand seeing her in pain. Especially because Owen had an idea, but didn’t fully know what was behind it.

But now it was time he understood it better.

He and Amelia were starting something amazing together and he didn’t want anything else standing on their way. Owen wanted them to be completely honest with each other and he knew she felt the same way. He wanted Amelia to know she could trust him for anything, and he also knew that in order to understand her better, it would do them good if he could fit every piece of the puzzle together.

The trauma surgeon on purpose waited until they went to sleep that night. Amelia lingered on the bathroom to brush her teeth, but once she came out and crawled in bed next to him, very suggestively leaning over to give him a peck on the lips and initiate something, Owen gently held her shoulders, keeping her within his grasp instead.

“I want to ask you something,” he started, not giving her the chance to protest. “And before I do, let me just say that it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about this now. We can wait until you want to… I would very much like to know, but if you feel like you don’t ever want to bring up this subject, it’s okay too… I am going to respect that,” he said, looking into her eyes so she could see he meant it.

Amelia found the seriousness in his tone of voice quite strange. She had been preparing herself to celebrate with him the amazing discovery they’d just made that day. His somber expression contrasted completely with what she expected.

“Owen, what is it?” Amelia asked with concern, trying to find the answer in his eyes.

The dim lights inside the room weren’t helping her vision much, but at the same time, they were enhancing Amelia’s every other sense. She felt the touch of Owen’s hand on her skin as he adjusted in bed, sitting up straight before asking with a low, caring voice.

“I am asking you about your son.”

Amelia wasn’t really expecting the subject to be brought up and her initial reaction was a mix of surprise and heartbreak at the mention of the subject. Owen noticed how she broke eye contact with him, apparently trying to process his question and maybe even think of what to say. He didn’t want to force her into a topic she didn’t feel comfortable discussing, but at the same time, he felt like it would be good for them if Amelia trusted him with the details of her past. He wondered if she ever discussed it with someone and if there was one thing he’d learned was that storing feelings, pain especially, could backfire in the worst possible way. It was better to let it all out. And if she could do with someone she felt comfortable with, who loved her… that should make an impossible situation a little less difficult. He’d learned that when Amelia had comforted him right after he’d found out about his sister being found alive.

“I know you lost a child but we never really talked much about this and… Well, I just figured that now, with us expecting a baby it would bring up all these painful memories that you probably try to forget,” he added, rubbing her arm affectionately. Amelia finally turned her head back and when their gazes met, Owen noticed that her eyes had accumulated heavy tears in mere seconds. The realization made him feel horrible about his resolve. Wondering if he just wasn’t being selfish, he hurried to add. “You know what, I am sorry I brought it up. It was very insensitive of me, I shouldn’t be speaking about such a personal, difficult subject in a moment like this,” Owen saw she was in pain and immediately regretted putting her through all those memories again. “We can focus on-”

“He died the day he was born,” Amelia interrupted him, biting her lower lip to stop herself from crying. She’d barely begun but her throat already felt clogged. But she didn’t regret speaking. No matter how excruciating those memories were, she couldn’t describe how grateful she was that Owen had asked. Because deep down, she felt like she should have shared this with him long before and yet it was too hard for her to talk about it. Being a private, quiet guy, Owen had never really asked about it either and sometimes, Amelia wondered how much he was sparing her or how much he just didn’t understand or didn’t care. To consider he might lack interest had always hurt her, so to hear him asking about it meant more to her than he could ever imagine. “He was… he was born with anencephaly.”

Owen frowned, taken by absolute surprise. He knew Amelia’s child had lived briefly but he had no idea what the cause of death had been. Even though he had never really stopped to think about it, he had just assumed her baby had been born prematurely and hadn’t made it because of that.

“Amelia, I am so sorry,” he held her closer, making the connections. If Amelia had lost a child in that condition, it made a lot of sense she would fear getting something similar again in a future pregnancy. “I can’t imagine how that must have been like…” he confessed, looking into her eyes. “Was the father the man you told me about?”

Amelia nodded with her head, knowing Owen was talking about the time they were on that same bed and she had shared different confessions with him. At that time, they had made plans not to wait anymore and have a baby. A rollercoaster of events had happened in between. But now, everything they had dreamed of was finally coming true.

“Yes,” Amelia confirmed it, feeling the first tear rolling down her cheek at the memory of how difficult it had been for her to go through the pregnancy. “He died without knowing about it. I only found out that I was pregnant in my fifth month. It was very hard coming to terms with it,” she said. “But then what came afterwards was insanely harder.”

In the following minutes, Amelia took her time detailing to Owen what she’d been through and how she’d had her baby and fought to donate his organs. He listened very attentively, holding her in his arms through the entire time. The look on his face and the security of his embrace made Amelia feel more compelled to open her heart than she’d ever felt.

She didn’t remember crying that much in a long time. When Amelia was done sharing her memories, she then confessed all her reservations about a new pregnancy. And once Owen knew more about her past, he was finally able to fully make sense of her behavior during the entire past year.

“Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry,” he kissed her head, feeling awful about the way he’d treated her before. “I wish I knew this before. If I’d known this, I never would have…”

“Don’t,” Amelia smiled amongst her tears, touching her forehead to his. “You forgave me, and I forgave you, remember? We are done with the mistakes and the guilt, and all that. It was you who said it,” she closed her eyes and nudged her nose against his, smiling with renewed optimism. Owen let out a long breath, struggling to forgive himself just like he’d encouraged her to forgive herself once. “You know what’s the best thing about me being pregnant this time around? What’s making the entire difference now?” she asked, opening her eyes to meet his.

“What?” Owen asked with a hoarse voice.

“You,” she said with a girlish smile that completely stole his heart. “You are,” Amelia repeated, moving closer to sit between his legs. “Because I know you’re here and you want this baby like I do and that makes me happier than you can imagine,” she grasped Owen’s fingers and took his hand to her lower abdomen. It was still flat and none of them could feel a thing. But the vibration coming from their bodies was hard to miss and more powerful than any of them could ever have imagined. “What are you doing?” she laughed when Owen swiftly dipped his finger in her bellybutton.

“I am holding hands with the baby,” he smiled at her. It was such a silly, proud smile that it made Amelia giggle. “It’s a family hug.”

Amelia threw her head back in a fit of laughter. Owen was so enchanted with the idea of being a father that it was utterly adorable how he simply couldn’t hide it. She covered his hand with hers and idly played with his fingers between her own before asking while lost in thought.

“What are your expectations?”

“What do you mean?” Owen retorted, still focused on her inexistent baby bump.

“For the baby…” Amelia tried to explain. “How do you think he or she is going to be like?” she bit her bottom lip, containing her excitement. “Do you think they will be calm or naughty? Will they take after you or me? I just keep thinking about what kind of personality the baby will have and how exciting it will be for us to find out and see it taking shape… I know it’s soon but…”

Owen met her gaze and smiled widely in return. He knew exactly what she meant.

“I was wondering the same things,” Owen confessed, looking into her eyes with a mirthful smile. Amelia chuckled with delight. That was a detail about a pregnancy that was entirely new to her too. She felt happy and grateful that she could share that with him.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” she asked with a teasing smile, knowing it was an impossible question.

Owen looked at her with glowing eyes, drowning in love.

“Are you really going to let me have a say in things?” he playfully kissed the side of her neck, watching with pleasure as it caused her tickles. “Because if you leave it up to me, I will say I wanted the opposite of what we’re getting,” he looked into her very mischievously, “just so you think I am disappointed and then I get you pregnant again,” Owen concluded, with a pretend serious expression. “We can do it once a year.”

Amelia cracked up laughing, not doubting for a second that he meant exactly what he was saying.

“Once a year?” she raised her eyebrows, trying to sound horrified.

Amelia didn’t notice that her previous desire to seduce Owen into making love with her was long forgotten. For now, she was too satisfied and focused on lying beside him in bed, listening to the steady beats of his heart as she rested her head on his chest and he caressed her back while they made random plans for what was about to come. And she took satisfaction exactly in hearing what their daughter or son might turn out to be like or not.

Over the course of the following weeks, Amelia set up her consults of pre natal care. On the following week, she scheduled an ultrasound appointment with a technician, in which Owen was present, and much to their surprise they found out she was carrying not one, but two babies.

The news took them completely off guard and Amelia imagined she’d never forget the look on his face when they discovered they were having twins. It was as if Owen was so happy that nothing could ever make him sad or disappointed again in a lifetime. His excitement was contagious and soon enough, Amelia saw herself embarking on his plans to renovate the house. As it turned out, they had to turn the office into a nursery to accommodate better their newest family additions.

Even though Amelia was still terrified that something might be wrong like the last time she was pregnant, not only she knew that chances of recurrence were low, this time around she also had a lot of distraction to keep her busy. Every day she would come home from work and join Owen, be it for a shopping trip for a new project or just for staying at home cooking dinner. His presence and his support were comforting, reassuring and soothing. Whenever Amelia had doubts or her pregnancy symptoms got particularly bad, he was there for her.

A couple of times, she had to admit she felt pretty bad for taking out on him the result of her crazy hormones getting the best of her but Owen never took it personally. Like the time she’d accused him of not caring enough about her just because Owen had changed the bed sheets to a set she didn’t particularly like.

When Amelia was around her fourteenth week, she was finally able to put her biggest fear to rest when, through a sonogram, it was confirmed that none of her children suffered from the same condition as her first son. During the scan, Owen held her hand tighter, knowing this was probably the moment she’d been dreading and fearing the most.

“Owen, look at them,” Amelia smiled, feeling like she was suppressing a giggle. “They are both perfect,” her vision got blurry through the tears. “They are so perfect!”

“They are,” Owen looked back at her, unable to believe what he was seeing either.

It was still too early to tell the babies’ sexes and since there were two placentas, there was the chance that they were non identical twins. Amelia didn’t really have any preferences but she was so anxious to find out that she could barely wait any longer.

The neurosurgeon shared the news with Maggie and Meredith on the same day that she finally finished packing the rest of her stuff from her sister in law’s house. As expected, both women were thrilled for her.

A few months later, on a warm Thursday afternoon, Amelia gave birth first to a girl and then a boy. It wasn’t until she saw their healthy little faces and counted the fingers and toes on each of their hands and feet that she actually believed they were real and perfect and absolutely wonderful, in a way she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams.

The sleepless nights that followed fell short in contrast to the fulfillment and happiness that both Owen and Amelia took from being with the babies. They had quickly become the center of their parents’ universe and both adults didn’t regret it one bit.

“Look, it’s dad,” Amelia whispered to the fussy baby in her arms. Her daughter was still breastfeeding, but at the sound of her voice immediately opened her eyes. She was with the babies inside the bedroom but had heard the sound of Owen arriving at home.

“Hey,” Owen entered the room with a low voice, trying to be discreet. It was past nine and he knew there was a big chance both babies were asleep. At six weeks old, they would still wake up in regular hours to be fed, but the twins were relatively calm and didn’t usually cry unless they were hungry or needed to be changed. “Hey princess,” he gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead, enchanted when she looked at him with her big blue eyes. “How are things today?” Owen looked at Amelia, gently placing a lock of hair behind her shoulder.

“As good as usual,” Amelia replied with a satisfied smile. She was still on maternity leave. Even though she missed work, she didn’t plan going back to the hospital for a while, at least until the twins were old enough that they didn’t need to be exclusively breastfed. “Can you take her?” the neurosurgeon asked, carefully moving the baby from her arms to Owen. “My bladder is going to burst,” she chuckled, hurrying to the bathroom.

Owen took the baby and didn’t resist breathing her in. Babies just smelled so damn good. His babies especially. And his daughter was gorgeous. No matter what anyone else said or what other parents thought, he was convinced that his daughter was the most perfect little girl on the planet.

He settled her in his arms in a standing position, giving the baby gentle, soothing pats on her back as he took a step to the cradle inside the bedroom so he could check on his sleeping son. He was the second born, but within weeks his boy had grown to be bigger than his sister.

“Wow, so this is what walking around the house without carrying a human being in my arms feels like,” Amelia said in a lighthearted tone when she made her way back, drying her hands in a towel.

Owen looked at her with a smile. In the quick space of a few months, Amelia had become the most amazing mother he’d ever seen. Not only she was caring, affectionate and put their children’s well being above everything else, she was selflessly doing one hell of a job taking care of two babies at once. At first, he’d taken a couple of weeks off work to help, but ever since Owen had come back to the hospital, she would spend the majority of days alone with the twins and not once had she complained about it.

“I feel bad that I can’t help out more,” Owen sighed, watching as the baby in his arms quickly fell asleep.

“One of us has to work,” Amelia grinned, teasing him. “It won’t be me,” she smiled, knowing that if he could, Owen would love to spend more time with her and the twins at home.

“That’s unfair,” Owen retorted, pretending to be offended. He couldn’t keep his act much longer though and soon enough, both he and Amelia burst out laughing.

“Come here, I want to show you something,” she insisted.

Owen gently placed their daughter next to their son on the cradle and tucked her in. The twins liked snuggling together and their parents loved encouraging it. Once he was done, he turned around to find Amelia going through the closet and looked over her shoulder.

“What’s up?” he asked, narrowing his eyes to try and see it. “What are you doing?”

“Got it!” she finally gave him her attention, keeping her hands closed around something. “I was taking some time to unpack some boxes while the twins were sleeping this afternoon…”

“Because you’re not busy enough already, right?” Owen interrupted her with a playful smile.

Amelia didn’t say anything about his teasing remark but grinned and carried on with her explanation.

“And I found this in the box of things that I’d brought from my drawers at Meredith’s,” she bit her lower lip, adorably nervous about something. When she finally exposed what she’d been holding on the palm of her hand, Owen understood why. It was the wedding band that had once been on his finger. “I was wondering if… you know…” she looked up from the object to his eyes with a mix of embarrassment and love in her smile.

“If I want to put this back on?” Owen smiled widely at her, obviously on board with the idea.

“Yeah,” Amelia agreed. “If you want to marry me.”

He laughed, delighted and wrapped one arm around her waist at the same time he gave her his free hand so she could slide the wedding ring back on.

“I am already married to you,” he reminded her. They had never gotten divorced and for the past months, they had been living together like a married couple. The formalities were already taken care of. The only thing they hadn’t actually done was talking about it.

“Yeah, but I want to know if you want to be married to me forever,” Amelia held his face between her hands, kissing the smile on his lips.

“Forever?” Owen raised an eyebrow, unable to stop smiling.

“That means you can’t ever take it off,” she explained with an adorable grin. “Ever.”

“I do,” Owen said with conviction, pulling her closer. “Forever, then.”

“Well, where the hell is my wedding ring, then?” Amelia complained, playfully grabbing the collar of his shirt in pretend retaliation. “I put all this effort into being romantic and you…”

“I sold it,” Owen joked, trying not to laugh at the instant frown on her forehead. “Since you’re not working, I figured we could use the extra cash,” he made an effort to keep a straight face. “It was twenty four carat gold.”

“Silly,” Amelia pouted, knowing he was just messing with her.

“Come on, let’s go get it,” Owen suggested but didn’t let go of her waist. Instead, he led the way, gently guiding her in his arms.

Once he finally placed the wedding ring back on her finger, Amelia smiled with utter contentment. That past year had been one hell of a ride. Not only had she found out about a brain tumor and it had nearly destroyed her marriage, it had also served as a chance to start over and realize that some of the answers she needed didn’t lie in the tumor, but within herself.

Amelia was deeply grateful for everything she had accomplished. Right after she and Owen had decided to separate, never would she have imagined that they would be standing where they were today. But after a long road, here they were. Just like the first time, it had been work that had brought them closer together. It was thanks to her husband’s help that she had been able to take forward an ambitious project that had once saved the life of a little girl who meant a lot to Amelia and that now, helped to save lives of many other patients across the country who came looking for her.

Amelia’s career was skyrocketing. Her husband had believed in her and encouraged her. She knew she was a great surgeon, and whenever she commented with him that her newest project was soaring and she was grateful for his help, Owen would say that since she was the one doing all the work, the credit was entirely hers. But Amelia was humble enough to admit that Owen had had a great participation in that. His Polymer idea had been the seed that she’d needed to come up with the many roots and branches that now gave her recognition and a lot of satisfaction in her job. They were a great team together. And not just at work.

Because at home, once they’d partnered up, something even bigger and a thousand times more amazing had happened. Looking at her twin babies, Amelia knew that no professional accomplishment in the world would ever come nearly as close as making her as happy as those two little babies did. Her family was her everything.

If on one hand, Amelia couldn’t fully credit Owen for the success of her career, she was absolutely sure that her personal life had never been better either. Except this time, Amelia could safely say that her husband was entirely to account for.

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Amnesia part 6

Hey guys, so sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up- real life got in the way yet again.

But now, here is the latest chapter - enjoy and do let me know what you think!! ;)

p.s Megan has not yet been found in this series. Also it doesn’t follow my Omelia family universe entirely ( although the flashbacks were extracted and modified from there) as in this series- they got married first before conceiving their first child.

Here are the links to previous chapters if you have yet to catch up on the series:

http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/162816736156/amnesia-part-1

http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/162967866251/amnesia-part-2

http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/163430940186/amnesia-part-3

http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/163942823906/amnesia-part-4

http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/164324423821/amnesia-part-5

p.s. Thank you @jia911 for proofreading and feedback and @francescabuccino for giving feedback too! <3

She slowly cupped Owen’s face as his heart pounded with excitement. She traced the outline of his rough facial contours and his beard. Her hands slowly traced his muscular arms and the outlines of his muscular chest.

His arms traveled down to her waist as he pulled her close to him. Slowly, their lips touched. Her lips tasted of cherry blossom due to the lip balm she had applied. It was a slow, sweet kiss, similar to their very first kiss outside his trailer after she appeared with sparkling water. For Owen, it was feeling the tenderness of Amelia’s lips and savoring her kiss again after so long. For Amelia, it was about rediscovering the magic of kissing Owen Hunt for the very first time.

2 weeks later

It was Amelia’s first day back at work after a whole month of staying at home with the nanny and taking care of Charlotte. She loved Charlotte with all her heart and cherished the quality bonding time she had with her daughter, but she had to admit she was starting to feel bored being stuck at home alone with the nanny and Charlotte. She was beginning to feel restless at home the last couple of weeks as she regained her strength. She started helping the nanny with household chores when Charlotte was sleeping, even though the nanny politely told her that there was no need to do so. Her excuse was that she was bored and needed something to keep herself occupied. In the evenings after baby Charlotte was bathed and fed and tucked into bed, she would FaceTime Addison and Jake, and her friend Charlotte to catch up with them.

Her progress during the therapy sessions was so good that Dr Raj had cleared her to return to work, with therapy sessions just once every fortnight. More and more memories of her pregnancy were gradually returning to her.

Now that she was back at work, she was experiencing a mixture of emotions. Part of her was glad to be back in the groove of work. She really missed reviewing patients in the ER, and rounding up on pre and post operative patients. She missed the thrill of operating on open brains in the ER.

But at the same time, she couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from Charlotte, although it was just for a few hours. She and Owen decided to send Charlotte to the hospital daycare for the day, as Elizabeth had just called in sick that morning and they were unable to find a replacement nanny in such a short notice. Furthermore, they could drop by to check on their daughter in between breaks at work. For the past month, she had been spending all the time with her baby and it tore at her heart to leave her in daycare. Charlotte was going to be one of the youngest kids in the daycare.

Amelia walked into the ER with Charlotte in tow. Charlotte was wearing a pink onsie with a flowery bib.

She could enter through the hospital lobby but she wanted to let Charlotte see her father for a while in the ER before she was sent to the daycare.

‘Amelia! ‘a chipper voice called out. ‘You’re back!!! ‘

Amelia turned around to see April walking over to her with a cheerful smile on her face.

April’s big smile was contagious as she found herself smiling back.

April enveloped Amelia and Charlotte in a big hug.

‘ We’ve missed you. ‘ she said earnestly. ‘Owen always updates me regarding your progress at home, but I miss being able to page you down for a consult. Nelson is good, but he just can’t replace you.’

‘Thanks. I’m glad to be back too.’ Amelia said earnestly.

‘ Where is Owen?’ she asked, when she saw no sign of her husband in the ER.

‘ He’s in the OR operating on a polytrauma patient. He just scrubbed in so he would be stuck there for quite some time.’ April answered.

‘Oh ok, just tell him that I’m taking Charlotte up to the daycare and he can drop by to check on her anytime during the day. I myself will be checking on her during my lunch break. ‘ Amelia said as she rocked Charlotte in her arms.

Charlotte had opened her eyes and was starting to fuss as she stared at April with her big blue eyes.

‘Hey there little one, ‘ April smiled at Charlotte as she spoke to the baby in a voice she only reserved for babies. ‘Wow look at how much you’ve grown since I last saw you! ‘she added as she gently stroked the baby’s head.

‘ I’m gonna send her up to the daycare.’ Amelia announced. ‘ It’s only for today, but it’s her first day there, and I’m rather reluctant to leave her.’

‘Oh- I know the feeling! I was a bit apprehensive of sending Harriet to the daycare initially and didn’t want to let go of her during the first day. But after a while both of you will get used to it. Harriet loves it there now! ‘ said April enthusiastically. ‘The caretakers there are awesome. Millie, who runs the daycare is so experienced and is such a kind and caring person. She makes you feel at ease leaving your child with her.’

‘Thanks, you saying that makes me feel much better about leaving her in the daycare.’ Amelia smiled.

‘ Yay, look who is back at work!’ Arizona greeted as she approached the duo.

She hugged Amelia before turning to April.

‘ April- I’m admitting Patty Jenkins, the 31 year old primi in bed 3 for observation.’ she informed. ‘I’ve asked one of the nurses to book a room for her.’

‘Thanks.’ April nodded.

‘ So- first day back at work huh? Exciting! ‘Arizona said flashing Amelia a wide smile.

‘ Yeah- I’m excited to be back at work. Excited to be back in the gist of things. I miss being in the ER.’ Amelia said smiling. ‘But I’ll miss Char too.’ she added as she gave Charlotte an affectionate peck on the head.

‘ Awww…..she’s so adorable.’ Arizona gushed. ‘Can I hold her? I just washed my hands.’

‘Of course. ‘Amelia answered as Charlotte was transferred to Arizona’s arms.

‘ Oops……there’s an incoming trauma.’ April sighed as her pager beeped. ‘ I’ve gotta get going. ‘Bye guys! ‘ she said as she ran towards the ER entrance door, leaving Arizona and Amelia standing at the nurses counter with Charlotte.

‘ I can’t believe she’s already 2 months old.’ Arizona pointed out as she stared down at Charlotte in her arms. It seems like only yesterday she was born. I still remember seeing her in utero. She was such a thumb sucker! ‘

Amelia forced a smile in reply.

Arizona’s face fell as she suddenly remembered that Amelia could not recall her pregnancy and the antenatal sessions.

‘ I’m sorry.’ she apologized.

‘ Don’t be sorry.’ Amelia said reassuringly. ‘ My memories are gradually returning back to me. Thank you so much, Arizona, for taking care of me throughout this entire pregnancy and saving mine and Charlotte’s lives.’

‘ It’s my job, and you’re my friend. Of course I have to do all I can to save both of your lives.’ Arizona said earnestly.

‘ Right Charlotte?’ she asked the baby as she rocked the baby in her arms.

Charlotte was now fast asleep in Arizona’s arms, oblivious to her surroundings.

‘ When you both found out that she was a girl- it was so beautiful.’ Arizona recalled grinning. ‘ When I mentioned that it was a girl while performing that 5 month scan, you were both over the moon. It was such a heartwarming sight to see.’ she added.

At Arizona’s words- a flashback occurred in Amelia’s mind.

[ flashback]

Amelia had just finished assessing 2 children for head injuries after a drunk driver drove into the car driven by their mother. She and Owen were updating each other on the condition of the mother and the 2 children as they were walking down the hospital corridor towards the antenatal clinic where Amelia was scheduled for her 5 month antenatal appointment.

‘ You know, when I look at them I picture our future children’ Amelia said suddenly. ‘ With blue eyes and dark hair like me’.

Owen chuckled. ‘I wouldn’t mind that at all, our children looking like you.’ he said as she blushed.

‘ I wouldn’t mind our children looking like you too.’ she replied as they held hands and continued walking down the corridors of the antenatal floor.

‘So do you have any preference?’ Owen asked. ‘ A boy or a girl?’

‘ Hmm…..I don’t know. ‘ Amelia replied shrugging . ‘ I don’t really mind either way. You?’

‘ I really don’t mind either.’ Owen said earnestly.

‘ Zola just told me this morning she really wanted a girl cousin though’ Amelia recalled. ‘ I told her she already has a sister, but wanted more girls to do girly stuff with.’

‘ And Bailey told me earlier this week he wanted a boy cousin.’ Owen said.

‘ Did he?’ Amelia had an amused tone in her voice.

‘Yes, when we were playing on the swings at the neighborhood park.’ Owen chuckled in reply.

Do you want to find out the gender of our baby?’ Amelia asked as she stopped and touched his arm to catch his attention.

‘ Do you?’ Owen asked as their eyes met.

‘ I don’t know, I mean - I want it to be a pleasant surprise, but on the other hand, we need to buy gender specific stuff for the baby, and we need to know what color to paint the nursery in.’ Amelia replied, running a hand over her hair to straighten it.

‘ We can buy gender neutral colors.’ Owen pointed out. ‘ Besides, why do we have to conform to gender specific colors? I mean, girls can wear blue and sleep in a blue nursery.’

‘ Yes, but there isn’t much gender neutral clothing choice. You can only buy so much of green onesies. Furthermore, do you want your son to wear a pink onesie if he’s a boy?’ Amelia retorted.

‘ Why not?’ Owen shrugged. ‘ I don’t see what’s so wrong with that. It’s the 21st century. I don’t get why people are so rigid about dress codes for babies.’

‘ Alright- I agree with you. It doesn’t matter, but I still want to find out. I want to start referring Bean as ‘he’ or ‘she’ instead of just simply ‘Bean.’ Amelia pointed out.

Owen grinned. ‘ Yes, that’s true… Let’s find out the gender of our baby then.’

He grabbed her hand again and they entered the antenatal unit, their hands linked together.

A few minutes later, they were in the antenatal room with Arizona.

‘ Please tell me that the baby still has ten fingers and ten toes and a head’. Amelia said nervously, staring at the ceiling as Arizona manipulated the wand around her swollen belly. Even though the detailed scan performed the month before revealed the baby to be perfectly healthy with no abnormalities, there was still this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something might go wrong. She had expressed her anxiety about it one night to Owen, and he comforted her by saying that their baby was going to be fine, and he was going to be with her and support her throughout the entire duration of her pregnancy.

Arizona let out a small chuckle as she manipulated the ultrasound probe.. ‘Yes, I can tell you that your baby has all members of their body still intact, and that the heartbeat seems strong. Also, the baby is moving around a lot.’

Amelia heaved a sigh of relief at Arizona’s words as she dared herself to look at the ultrasound screen. She smiled as her heart warmed at the sight of her baby sucking it’s thumb.

‘ Do you want to know the sex of the baby?’ Arizona asked as she moved the probe further.

Both Amelia and Owen nodded their heads in unison.

‘ Ok then, now for the exciting part.’ Arizona announced as she zoomed in between the baby’s legs. She took a bit longer than usual, looking like she was trying to search for something which she couldn’t seem to find.

Both Amelia and Owen were starting to get anxious.

‘ Is there anything wrong with my baby?’ Amelia asked, grabbing hold of Arizona’s arm.‘ Please tell us if something is wrong, don’t hide it from us.’

Arizona shook her hand vigorously, suddenly being reminded of the time April and Jackson found out that their baby Samuel had Osteogenesis Imperfecta.

‘ Nope, everything seems to be fine’ Arizona smiled reassuringly at them. ‘ It’s just that I’m certain this baby is a girl… I can’t see any boy parts.’

‘ A girl’ Amelia whispered to herself in awe. A girl, a little girl who was a mixture of her and Owen. They were going to have a daughter, and she wondered whether their daughter would look more like her or Owen. Their little girl would grow up loving barbies , dance and princess parties, or prefer soccer and toy trucks. She would love her unconditionally no matter how she turned out to be. Part of her was relieved their baby was not a boy, because looking at their son would remind her of her unicorn baby.

Meanwhile Owen grinned so widely it almost cracked open his jaw. He was now picturing a little girl running around, a miniature version of Amelia, with brunette hair, blue eyes and dimples. Their little girl had him wrapped around her little finger already and she was only 5 months in utero.

Both expectant parents gazed at each other lovingly as Owen cupped Amelia’s face and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, his heart full of joy. He had never felt happier in his whole life . His joy was contagious as Amelia felt her heart leap for joy as well.

Now that they knew they were having a little girl, they couldn’t wait to meet her already.

[ / end flashback]

‘Hello? Earth to Amelia!’ Arizona’s voice transported her back to the present moment.

‘I’m so sorry, what was it you said?’ Amelia asked.

‘I was asking how is it like being a new parent. ‘ Arizona repeated. ‘ When Callie and I first bought Sofia home, it was a learning curve for me as well, even though I deal with kids on a regular basis. It’s just different, you know.’

‘ Yes, I agree- even though I babysat for my nieces and nephews all the time, having your own child is an entirely different experience altogether. Charlotte is amazing though.’ Amelia said as she gave her daughter a quick peck on the cheek. ‘ Right Char?’

Charlotte, who was now awake and staring up at Arizona, cooed in agreement as both adults smiled adoringly at her.

‘I zoned out because I just had a flashback to the day of the 5 month scan you were mentioning about.’ Amelia admitted. ‘Owen was so overjoyed that he couldn’t stop smiling for several days after that. He was going around the entire hospital telling everyone that he was having a daughter.’ she chuckled. ‘ My hormonal self wasn’t amused at him announcing to the entire hospital about the gender of our baby, but he said that he was too excited to keep it a secret. No wonder we received so many pink gifts during my baby shower. I remember all that now.’

‘I’m so glad that you’re regaining your memories, Amelia.’ Arizona said earnestly.

‘Yes, me too.’ Amelia smiled in reply.

Just then, April walked over to the duo, informing Arizona that she had another pregnant patient to be reviewed.

‘ Well- I’ve gotta go now- I’ll catch up with you later.’ Arizona excused herself as Charlotte was transferred back to Amelia’s arms.

‘ Right- I have to get Char up to the daycare.’ Amelia replied.

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A few nights later

Amelia sighed as she plopped herself down on a chair beside the kitchen counter. She was exhausted after an entire day of rounding on patients in the wards, reviewing patients in the ER and operating on patients in the OR. She had just fed and bathed Charlotte and tucked the baby into her crib. She needed some rest before the baby woke up for her next feeding.

After a few days of returning to work, she was starting to get back into the groove of work. The thrill of diagnosing patients, operating on them in the OR and seeing their improvement post operatively was returning to her. She didn’t realize how much she missed work until she actually returned to work. She did wish she could spend more time with Charlotte though.

Owen was still at work and was expected to come back anytime soon. She found herself impatiently waiting for him to come home. With her memories slowly returning to her, she found herself slowly but surely developing feelings for him again.

She was starting to notice some details about Owen which she loved. She loved the way his eyebrows would furrow when he was concentrating on a task at hand. She observed him in the ER and noticed how passionate he was with regards to his job and how great a leader he was. In the ER, he was strict and always giving orders to ensure structure in the ER. At home though, he was an entirely different person. He was so patient, kind, caring and loving towards her, and so affectionate towards Charlotte. It really warmed her heart to see him cuddling their daughter whenever he reached home. He would also make it a point to show some affection towards her, such as giving her a kiss on the cheek or on the lips, or just holding her close in his arms. He was careful to not go beyond kissing and cuddling though as he was afraid she was still not ready to be physically intimate with him once again. The way he was so patient towards her really touched her heart.

She walked towards the fridge, planning to prepare a meal for him. She stopped as she studied one of the ultrasound pictures stuck to the fridge with a piece of magnet. There were several ultrasound pictures stuck on the fridge, for each trimester of the pregnancy, but that particular picture stood out as it was the very first ultrasound picture printed out, during the very first antenatal scan. Amelia could now recall her antenatal sessions during the later part of her pregnancy, but she still couldn’t recall the first trimester of her pregnancy.

She took the ultrasound picture in her hands and stared at it. It was just a black and white photo showing a tiny blob in the middle of the photo. It was amazing, she thought, how just a tiny embryo could eventually develop and grow into a brand new human being. It was the miracle of life.

Her mind was transported back to her very first antenatal scan session.

[ Flashback]

Amelia lied down on the bed of the antenatal scan room, her heart pounding as she waited for Arizona to enter the room. Sensing her nervousness, Owen, who was seated beside the bed, held her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. His heart was also beating fast, but it was because he was so excited to be able to see his own child for the very first time.

He was still over the moon about the fact that the pregnancy test which she took the night before turned out positive. Earlier on that evening, they were cuddled on the couch, having Chinese takeaway when she whispered into his ear that she was late. When he figured out what she meant, he couldn’t finish the rest of the dinner. When the test turned out positive, his heart leapt for joy. It was what he had wished and hoped for , it was his dream come true, to become a father. His joy was contagious as she found tears of joy streaming down her face too as he hugged her tight, telling her how much he loved her.

And now, both parents couldn’t wait to see their baby. Amelia stared up at the ceiling, saying a silent prayer that this baby wouldn’t be anencephalic. She still thought of her unicorn baby often and she couldn’t bear the thought of losing another baby the same way. It would be her worst fear, having another brainless baby. She forced as smile as she looked at Owen, who smiled back at her. She knew how excited he was about becoming a parent, and she didn’t want to dampen his spirits.

Owen, on the other hand, knew about Amelia’s first pregnancy and what she had to go through bringing an anencephalic baby into the world and donating his organs. He knew her nerves were most probably due to the fact that she didn’t want this baby to have any abnormalities too. Therefore, he tried his best to contain his excitement for her sake.

The curtains were drawn and Arizona appeared, smiling at the couple.

Prior to that, she had asked Amelia the normal antenatal questions before proceeding with the ultrasound. Now it was show time.

‘Sorry it’s a little cold.’ she warned as she squeezed the gel on Amelia’s stomach and Amelia winced at the cold sensation.

‘You guys ready to see your baby?’ she asked cheerfully.

‘ Yes.’ Owen answered, trying to hide his excitement as he squeezed Amelia’s hand. Amelia gave him a nervous smile in return.

‘ Ok, let’s see.’ said Arizona as she manipulated the probe on Amelia’s still flat stomach.

‘ Alright, there you go.’ she said as she stopped moving the probe and pointed to a small blob on the screen. Seeing a viable embryo properly implanted in the uterus, she zoomed in the image for the couple to see.

‘And here’s your baby, congratulations!’ she proclaimed as Owen’s heart leapt for joy upon seeing his baby for the very first time.

‘ It’s still rather small.’ Arizona added, ‘ But you can see the head and the limbs forming already.’ she said, smiling as both expectant parents stared at the screen in awe, marveling at the life they had created together.

‘ We can only confirm anencephaly at around 11 weeks, but right now we can see the basic organs and everything seems fine so far. The gestational age is around 7 weeks from the crown rump length.’ Arizona announced as both expectant parents nodded in understanding

‘ Wanna hear the heartbeat?’ Arizona asked as both Amelia and Owen nodded eagerly.

Arizona adjusted the scan settings, and soon the comforting ‘ lub dub’ sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the antenatal scan room.

‘ Well, it definitely has a strong heartbeat.’ Arizona pointed out smiling. ‘ Your baby seems fine and healthy.’

Amelia felt tears rolling down her cheeks as Owen hugged her tight.

‘ Our baby is going to be fine Owen.’ she repeated, wanting so bad to believe this sentence as she looked up at him and their eyes met. ‘ Our baby is fine and healthy.’

‘ Yes, our baby is fine and healthy.’ Owen replied smiling as he kissed the top of her forehead.

For the first time since her pregnancy, Amelia finally let herself rest assured that everything was going to be alright. She knew that there would still be the 11 week scan and the detailed scan during her second trimester , but she somehow felt reassured that this pregnancy would have a happy ending, unlike her first pregnancy.

[ / end flashback]

Amelia was transported back to the present time by the sound of keys jiggling at the main door and the main door knob turning.

She walked towards the living room, holding the ultrasound photo in her hands.

Owen’s face lit up when he saw Amelia standing at the living room waiting for him.

‘Hey.’ he greeted her with a wide smile, just so happy to see her after a long tiring day at work.

She slowly made her way towards him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Glad to see that she was starting to get much more comfortable physically around him, he reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her waist.

‘How was your day? ‘ he asked as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

‘Busy.’ she replied, cupping his face with one of her hands and staring up at him, smiling. ‘ The same old rushing from the ER to the wards, to the OR. How was your day?’

‘ Busy too.’ he answered, looking down lovingly at her. ‘ Non stop patients coming in to the ER the entire day. Kepner and I hardly had time to rest. ‘

‘ Where’s Charlotte?’ he asked, looking around the room.

‘ She’s fast asleep in her crib upstairs.’ she answered, pointing to the baby monitor on the coffee table.

He looked at Charlotte’s sleeping figure in the monitor with awe. He could just never get enough of his daughter.

‘ What is that you’re holding in your hand?’ he asked with interest as he noticed the ultrasound picture she was holding.

‘ Charlotte’s very first photo.’ she answered as she placed it on his hand. ‘ I just remembered that very first appointment. I was very nervous then because I was afraid of the possibility of having another anencephalic baby.You were excited though and I didn’t want to dampen your mood.’ Her face fell a little at the mention of her first baby whom she still missed.

‘ I know I understand.’ Owen said, holding her hands as a supportive gesture. ‘ I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you, going through that.’ he added sympathetically.

‘ It was really tough. But I’m so thankful I had my friends in the practice there to support me during those dark times.’ Amelia admitted.

‘ I’m thankful they were there for you too. But now we have Charlotte- and she’s happy and healthy.’ Owen added, causing Amelia to give him a dimpled smile.

‘ Yes and I’m so grateful for her.’ she said earnestly.

They both stood a while longer at the living room, staring at the ultrasound picture in awe for several more minutes before retreating to the kitchen to prepare dinner together.

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A few days later

The couple was winding down in their bedroom after a long tiring day at work. Maggie had kindly offered to babysit Charlotte for the night, pointing out that both new parents needed a well deserved break, so the baby was in Meredith’s house. Having showered, Owen was on the bed reading a journal while Amelia showered.

Amelia found herself more and more at ease being with Owen, and memories of the earlier stages of her pregnancy were returning to her.

He couldn’t help but steal a glance at her as she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. Although she had used the hairdryer to dry her hair, it was still slightly wet. After all these years of being together with her he still couldn’t get enough of her. To him, she looked more beautiful than ever after pregnancy and childbirth. Her body had returned back to its slender pre pregnancy shape, and he thought she looked gorgeous.

Noticing him staring at her, she smiled coyly at him as she made her way to the wardrobe to take out her nightgown.

The first nightgown which caught her sight was a bright red nightgown with lace at the edges. She removed the nightgown from it’s hanger, placing it on a chair beside the wardrobe. She then took out a bright red underwear to match the nightgown.

‘Hmmm…..I wonder when and where did I purchase this nightgown? I don’t remember buying it. ‘ she wondered out loud as she wore the underwear nightgown.

She turned around and giggled when she noticed Owen still checking her out.

‘Why, you’ve never seen me wear this nightgown before?’ she teased. ‘ I know, I always choose the other nightgowns, but I think that this one is special, and I just feel like wearing it tonight.’

‘Well, it is special.’ Owen pointed out. ‘ It was the nightgown you wore the night Charlotte was conceived. It was a very special night indeed.’

Amelia walked over to the bed and stood in front of him.

‘Well- tell me about that night.’ she demanded softly as their eyes met.

‘ It was the night of our first wedding anniversary.’ he recalled.

Amelia closed her eyes as she tried to remember the night.

[ flashback]

It was the first year anniversary of their wedding. Owen and Amelia decided to do something special to commemorate the special occasion.

They had booked one of the most popular restaurants in town, Canlis, a couple of weeks before , for fear of it being fully booked during the date.

For days, they looked forward to and counted down to the date as it would be their first date together after so many weeks. They had been so busy at work and couldn’t afford to take time off to spend with each other.

They dined in a romantic ambience, enjoying each other’s company. They chatted about their day at work and the interesting cases they had encountered throughout the day. They had always enjoyed exchanging stories about each other’s day at work. Their conversation eventually drifted to their childhood memories. Amelia recalled her childhood years tagging along with Derek on his dates with Addison and them not minding at all. Owen reminisced fondly on his childhood memories with Megan , with her tagging along for camping trips and soccer games. She never missed a single soccer game of his when their mother was too busy with work to be able to attend. He still missed his sister so much and never gave up hope of her being found alive one day.

Amelia was wearing a simple but beautiful red dress with a V shaped neck which reached to her knees and accentuated her curves. She completed her look with diamond earrings, a matching diamond necklace and high heeled red shoes. Owen thought she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen that night and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He himself was wearing a chic collared light blue shirt. Amelia also couldn’t help checking him out the entire night, thinking he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

After the dinner, they went up to the Sky View Observatory and marveled at the sight of the fully lit city below them. They enjoyed each other’s company, wrapped up in the bliss of their own world.

Amelia noticed Owen subtly stealing glances at her throughout the night and she couldn’t help but feel flattered that she still had that effect on her husband.

As soon as they reached the privacy of their bedroom that night, Owen immediately walked over to Amelia and pulled her close to him as he planted a trail of kisses down her neck.

She giggled softly as she felt a tingling sensation of desire travel down her body at his touch.

‘ You look so beautiful tonight.’ he whispered into her ear as he nibbled on her earlobe playfully.

‘ I know.’ she replied, winking cheekily at him.

Owen chuckled at her vanity as he turned her around in one swift move so they were standing face to face. Their eyes were both burning with passion and desire.

He cupped her face in his hands, as he bent down to kiss her tenderly on the lips. She tiptoed to meet his kiss.

His hands trailed down to trace the outline of her slim, slender waist and her hands traced the outline of his rough beard.

As their kiss intensified, Amelia suddenly pulled away from him, much to his dismay.

‘ Amelia’ Owen pleaded, unable to hide his disappointment.

‘ We need to shower first. ‘ she pointed out, whispering in a husky voice.

‘ Oh are you implying that we can shower together?’ Owen asked winking.

‘No- I want to make tonight special.’ she answered as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, teasing him further. ‘ So we will both take turns to shower first, starting with you. Because I have a surprise for you.’ she winked.

Banking on the promise of her surprise, he complied.

40 minutes later, Owen was sitting shirtless on the bed , pretending to read a journal, but waiting in anticipation for Amelia to come out from the bathroom.

When she finally stepped out of the bathroom , his eyes widened as he admired her. She was wearing a sexy , red lacy nightgown which she had just purchased especially for that occasion the week before. He thought she was the most gorgeous woman ever. He got up of bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he closed the gap in between them.

‘ Do you like my new nightgown?’ she asked seductively, winking at him as she made her way towards the bed and stood before him.

‘ Oh I like it very much.’ he answered as he pulled her close to him, wrapping his hands around her waist. He could smell the vanilla scent of her hair. They shared a passionate kiss as their hands explored the contours of each other’s body. His hands wandered to the outline of her breasts while her hands traced the muscular outline of his broad chest. Their tongues fought for dominance as the kiss intensified and their desire and passion for each other was ignited. Clothes were thrown in a haste onto the floor.

In one swift move , Amelia pushed Owen onto the bed as she climbed on top of him. Amelia was full of surprises, and Owen discovered earlier on that this was one of the surprises- that she could be feisty in bed as well. Owen liked it when she took control sometimes, it turned him on even more.

That night, they made sweet and passionate love, celebrating their love for each other.

[/end flashback]

Amelia’s face lit up as she recalled the memory of that special night.

‘ Oh yes, I remember now!’ she exclaimed. ‘ We didn’t get much sleep that night.’ she winked playfully at him.

‘ We certainly didn’t.’ Owen replied, smiling at the memory.

She pulled him close to her and cupped his face, staring up at him, her eyes full of love and passion. She suddenly tiptoed to kiss him gently on the lips, taking him by surprise.

He gently pushed her back as he looked into her eyes, searching for an honest answer.

‘ Amelia, don’t get me wrong, but are you ready?’ Owen asked cautiously. ‘ I want you to be ready first.’

‘ Yes I am.’ Amelia replied confidently. She felt that she was indeed ready to reconnect physically with him once more.

‘ I’m ready now, Owen.’ she said, an earnest tone in her voice.

Their eyes met again. Owen’s was full of desire . How he missed her touch! He missed running his hands on her smooth skin and exploring the contours of her body. He missed the feel of her, inhaling her scent and being physically, emotionally and spiritually connected as one with her.

Amelia now realized that she also missed all of this, being intimate with Owen. Now that the memories were starting to return to her , she realized that they both shared an intense and passionate physical and emotional connection .

He cupped her face in return and kissed her gently but passionately on the lips. He wanted to take it slow as he didn’t want to push her, this being their first time since she lost her memory. To his pleasant surprise she reciprocated the kiss eagerly and soon their tongues were fighting for dominance as they eagerly explored each other’s bodies.

That night, they reconnected again as one. For Owen, it was about getting his dear wife back. For Amelia, it was about rediscovering the beautiful and passionate love affair she had with Owen. They were Owen and Amelia once again, and nothing could get in between them.

Alright guys- this is it, the end of this chapter! Do let me know what you think- reblogs, comments, reviews and messages are very much appreciated. I always love hearing from you all!! <3

P.s Do you guys want me to continue this series with Amelia having more flashbacks- how Owen and Amelia fell in love, their first kiss outside the trailer, the wedding, etc. ? Or do you think that this series could end here? Or do you want just one more chapter to serve as an epilogue to wrap things up?

Please do let me know what you would prefer ok? ;) <3

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ferryboatsscrubcaps · 7 years

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Confession

So this is a fic I wrote based off of a prompt I saw on @omeliafics.

I really connected with it and wanted to write it, so here’s my “comeback” fic “Confession.” Hope you like it. :-)

Amelia sipped a bit of her champagne from the cool glass as she plopped down on the couch. It was just a bit too bouncy, probably because it’s an old couch that Owen restored after finding it in an abandoned area of the hospital. Amelia cringed, hoping no wine from her glass would splash out. She was awaiting a call, so as soon as the familiar, almost annoying tune rang out from her phone, she jumped to press the green answer button. When a familiar face flashed across the screen, her grin filled her whole face.

“Charlotte!” She cheered, glad to see her friend. “Don’t you look great.”

“Great? Pshh. More like exhausted. You know people usually say it gets easier as they get older, but I disagree.” Charlotte laughed at herself a little along with Amelia.

“So how’s the married life?” Charlotte asked, probably expecting to hear all about the great sex and romance of Amelia’s relationship.

“It’s uh… nonexistent.” Amelia’s face lowered upon talking about it.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“I mean we have a lot going on. Owen just got a bombshell dropped on him, and before that I wasn’t even at home. I went back to be with him to support him. But we sleep miles apart in our bed, we don’t touch each other, we act like… friends. Maybe not even friends, just acquaintances.”

“What kind of bombshell?” Charlotte is always curious.

“His sister is alive, who everyone thought died years ago on the field in the army. They found her alive and she’s home in a facility. It’s taking a toll on Owen.” Amelia explained, her face reading all of the guilt and sadness she felt for her husband.

“And what about you? How do you feel?” Charlotte asked.

“How I feel doesn’t matter, Charlotte. This is about Owen and his family. He just got huge news and I have to be here to support him, even if we aren’t acting like a real couple right now. I don’t get to feel.”

“But you should, Amelia. You always suppress all your feelings deep down inside of you. You have to stop doing that. It’s not healthy. And that always leads to-,” Amelia cut in, “Don’t say it.”

“Fine,” Charlotte continued, “but serious Amelia, what’s up with you? You aren’t one just to give up on someone. You never settle. What’s going on?”

“Uhm, well, we haven’t been on the best of terms for a while now. One second I thought I knew what I wanted – Owen and a family with him. But the next second, I realized I wasn’t ready for kids. And that crushed him. I just couldn’t bear to stick around him knowing I had broken his heart, so I kept my distance. I’m just not ready, Charlotte.” Amelia explains, her face growing sadder and darker the more she speaks.

“Amelia. Are you serious? Listen I know you’re emotionally… challenged, but you got married! You found a guy who you love and who loves you. You need to tell him, Amelia,” Charlotte ranted.

“Charlotte, it’s not that simple.” Amelia said firmly.

“Yes, it is.” Charlotte said, pausing to pour milk for her daughter. “Tell me something: Do you love him?”

“Yes,” Amelia answered.

“Okay, do you trust him?”

“With my life.”

“Then tell him about your baby. You have to or your marriage may not survive. Just do it Amelia, I know you want to.”

In perfect timing, Owen walked normally into the kitchen, which was situated behind the living room where Amelia was. His steps must have been super quiet, because she didn’t hear him. Instead of rummaging in the cabinets like he would usually do, he stood still to listen to the conversation knowing it was of importance.

“Not right now, Charlotte!” Amelia raised her voice a little, causing Owen to listen closer. “He’s not in a great place. He needs time to cope with his situation, he doesn’t need to be spending time worrying about me.”

“I know you’re trying to help him, Amelia, but hiding your demons is damaging your marriage. You need to be able to grieve, in front of your husband, and he needs to know.” Charlotte said, and she paused but Amelia couldn’t say anything. “Listen, I won’t push you anymore but you know how I feel. You need to do it, for your marriage, Amelia.”

Amelia nodded in defeat. “Love you, Charlotte. See you soon.” She ended the call, ready to retreat to her room to lie in silence for just one more night.

The small brunette sank into the fluffy couch, bringing her knees up to her chest. She dropped her head and sighed loud. Owen approached the couch because his curiousness was going to eat away at him if he didn’t. “What do you need to tell me?” Owen said, causing Amelia to jump clearly off the couch.

Her face read all sorts of deer in the headlights looks. “God, Owen, you scared me.” She stood up, wiping her hand slowly across her forehead.

“Sorry.” He apologized. “I didn’t mean to overhear, but what were you talking about?” Amelia’s eyes widened at his question, then she sighed, not realizing this would have come so soon. Just like she wasn’t ready to have kids, she wasn’t ready to discuss it with him. Talking about it was so hard for her, even after several years. It had always been hard for her, which is why she never shared her deepest secret with anyone. She almost felt bad that she kept such a beautiful 43 minutes of her life a secret, but it was what she had to do for her sake. Making it known just made it more real and that tore her up inside. Her baby had always been a part of her, and just her. No one else needed to know.

Even with all her mixed emotions about doing it, Amelia knew she needed to tell Owen. He was a huge part, actually the biggest part, of her life now. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted to tell him. Instead of answering his pressing question, Amelia just stood up and pushed right past Owen. She walked swiftly to their bedroom and went to her bedside table. She opened the drawer and dug around, her hands shaking so she could barely grab what she intended to. She gripped the picture tightly, but made sure she didn’t grip it too tight as to not bend it. It was such a beautiful picture and captured every emotion she felt about her son. Her expression showed pure joy, her mouth open wide as tears streamed down her face. It was one of the happiest moments of her life, but also one of the saddest. Her son, wrapped in a thin blue blanket looked so precious. She would never lose this moment; it would always be engrained in her heart and soul. She turned around, finding Owen leaned against the door looking quite uneasy.

She just stood there for a moment, unable to move. Owen waited patiently. He must’ve known she was about to share what she’s been hiding for so long. “This,” she murmured as she held out the picture, “is my son.” Owen glanced at it before looking up at her, silently asking permission to take it. She nodded. He grabbed the picture and examined it. “He lived for 43 minutes, right?” He asked, looking at her with sad eyes. “Yeah,” she responded, her voice indicating that she was on the verge of tears.

“He had anencephaly. I carried to term, then decided to donate his organs. I wanted something good to come from something so tragic. So I call him my Unicorn Baby. His life was magical because of how many lives he saved, even though it was so short.” Amelia talked between sniffles and Owen watched her intently.

“He’s beautiful, Amelia.” Owen responded, still clutching the picture.

Amelia fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, toying with it in her fingers, noticeably nervous.

“I, uh, I – I want kids. I always have. I want a big family, all the kids running around outside, I grew up like that and that’s how I’ve always seen my future. But that… my baby being born with anencephaly almost crushed that dream. I hit rock bottom and I never saw myself coming back from that, but I kept telling myself “do it for him,” so I did. And then I met you and I finally saw a future; I saw the possibility of the life I’ve always dreamed of,” Amelia swiped at the tears rimming her eyes.

“And Owen, I want kids. I want a family and I want it with you…more than anything. But it’s hard, okay? It’s so damn hard for me, O. I can’t begin to imagine a family without him in it.” Amelia looked at the picture and broke out in hysterical sobs. Owen grabbed her hand then pulled her in and engulfed her in his embrace. After a few moments, she pulled away.

“I see what I want right in front of my eyes, but I’m too scared to go after it. I’m so scared that we’re going to get pregnant, be so freaking happy about it, and then out comes another brainless baby. It’s my biggest fear, Owen, and I don’t want you to be dragged in to my mess. I want us to be happy and have everything we’ve ever wanted, but it’s just so hard.” Owen looked at her with such sad eyes like he felt what she was feeling. He wished he could take the burden from her, even if just a little bit of it.

“And I’m so scared that I won’t be able to give you what you want. What if I can’t have healthy babies?” She said, her voice soft and laced with hurt.

“There’s plenty of other ways to have kids.” Owen said calmly.

“And if I can never have healthy babies, I’m scared you’re going to leave me. And I wouldn’t blame you. You’ve always wanted kids and a family and if I can’t give that to you, you should just go now. Because I don’t know how I’m going to handle having another kid, but I don’t know if I can handle not having a kid.” Amelia, with tears streaming down her face, stormed over to the bed and sat down, throwing her hands over her face and sobbing.

Owen immediately went over and sat down beside of her. “Amelia, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you one hundred percent. We will somehow have a family, no matter what, okay? We will get our happy ending.” He tried to wrap his arms around her and pull her in close, but she violently pushed him away.

“No, Owen! No! I don’t want to hold you back! You should just go!” Amelia yelled louder. Owen didn’t flinch, ready to take the backlash of her emotions.

“Amelia, I’m not going anywhere!” He raised his voice back in hopes to calm her down.

She collapsed into him, her head landing on his firm chest. Her sobs wracked her body as she repeated over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Owen wrapped his arms tightly around her small body, running one hand through her hair and whispering, “Shhhhhhh. It’s gonna be okay.”

And they would be okay. Eventually. You know, they say opposites attract, but that’s not always the case. Sometimes two broken people can heal together. And become something beautiful.

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scartetqueens2 · 3 years

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nevergiveupneverrun · 3 years

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Bodyguard - Bonus chapter Sixty-Nine "Disillusionment"

Hello, how are you? It’s been a long long time. I'm truly sorry, it's been a crazy year. Here is chapter Sixty-Nine of my Story Bodyguard, yay! It’s the last bonus chapter and the last chapter of Bodyguard! I hope you will like this chapter.

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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3 months later

How could you do that?

Why did you run away like this?

It’s the worst decision of your whole life… you lost so much with this choice… I’m not sure she forgives you…

Sitting in one of the spooky rooms of the Special Services Branch, Rosie’s words and questions see popping up like a nagging litany in my mind. Back in the United States, not without difficulty with my cover identity, Rosie was the first person I visited. The reunion was intense in emotion and tears… it was only after two hours that she managed to calm down realizing that I was alive and understanding what I was awkwardly trying to explain to her about the real situation.

My death: smokescreen.

My role of spy.

My identity was abandoned in favor of my homeland so that I endorse the characters necessary for my missions.

I spent a total of 4 days with Rosie, in this little locality of Canada that I love so much and which soothes me more. After a certain distance and reserve, she had ended after two days by returning to her usual behavior with me and fully integrating my presence at her side. And it is on these last two days that her questions and her words have completely come to light: no matter how hard I tried to justify my choice, she didn’t understand it. I tried for my part to collect some elements on Amelia… as if to prepare myself for this.

Rosie had thus revealed to me that Amelia visited my parent’s house at least once a year, probably using the key I had given her. She usually stayed there for a week, preferably in the spring, and enjoyed the moments she shared with Rosie, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and her occupation, because obviously, her status was unchanged: an essential artist of the American scene.

I realized, however, that Rosie was sticking to basic information and not telling me anything about what had become Amelia’s life: all the more specific and personal questions that I was trying to ask her, Rosie refused to answer, giving me for all feedback: "You must ask these questions to Amelia. It is up to her to answer you." The mystery was still there for me, as I was back in Seattle:

Is Amelia okay?

How had she lived these almost two years which have passed?

Has she found that hint of happiness that I wished for her when I decided to leave?

The cracking of the door takes me out of my memories… and the silhouette of my most loyal supporter appears and walks confidently into the room. A thin smile spreads over my face, like a relief to recognize a familiar face after these two years living in the lie, where I have known only threats and enemies. I get up and shyly take a step forward then take him in my arms for a long second.

- It makes me happy to see you, Nathan…

- Me too Owen… glad to see you got out of this mission…

We stay silent for a few moments, then I go back and take a little distance. I feel his benevolent gaze on me as if he was studying every detail to detect the differences left by time and by my cover identity.

- I see you adopted the three-day beard look… it changes you… he resumes smiling.

- Yes, the budding beard was part of the look of my blanket and I decided to keep it in… it seems fashionable, considering the number of men that I see in the streets of Seattle, I conclude with a smile.

Nathan nods then I can see his face take on a more serious and almost darker appearance.

- How are you, Owen?

The question seems the simplest possible… and yet the tone he uses lets me guess all the meaning he associates with it. I lower my eyes a few seconds before trying my hand at an answer.

- I’m glad to be back home… but the situation is much more difficult than I thought…coming back from the dead is not really a scenario that I have already had the opportunity to prepare…

- Logically, you shouldn’t go through this, given the choice you made almost 2 years ago…

- Yes, I know… and I remember very well that you warned me. But at that moment, 2 years ago, I was convinced I was making the right decision for everyone. And above all, I was convinced that I was the strongest… that the reason would be the strongest.

- I’m not here to lecture you, Owen… I’m here to help you if I can…

He slips a hand into his suit jacket pocket and takes out two items: an envelope and a bunch of keys.

- Here is the key to your apartment: I asked to keep it and not to sell it as you asked me before… I suspected you might change your mind.

I collect the keys, a look grateful for the lucidity of Nathan who knew me better than anyone… even myself.

- And in the envelope?

- In the envelope… that’s what I fought for a week and your call announcing your return. I managed to give you back your Owen Hunt identity, to have your death canceled after long discussions with the management…but you lose your agent status… they don’t want to hear from you anymore.

I was speechless for a few seconds.

What I was doing was completely outside the rules. When you sign up as a spy, it’s a lifelong commitment… the identity that you lose, you abandon it forever. I never imagined that I could have found my life before, back to my true identity…coming back I had prepared to consider an entire life under a new name. Nathan gave me an unexpected and invaluable gift.

- Ho…how did you manage to…

- Don’t worry, he interrupts me, pushing the envelope on the table in my direction. In there you will find all your papers: passport, identity card, license… for the administration, your death never took place and you are an American taxpayer like all.

- I don’t know what you say… I hope you haven’t risk for your situation.

- You know, my career is more behind me than in front of me… I have no more to lose, he says with a smile.

- Thank you, Nathan…

These are the only words that come to me. Words that I express in a breath, won by the unfailing commitment that he shows to me.

- On the other hand, you imagine the compensation…you have no interest in being noticed in any way that it is regarding the authorities and do no imagine having to ask for any support if you were considering becoming a bodyguard again.

- Of course, I understand… but anyway, I don’t intend to completely resume my previous life.

- What are you going to do then?

- I don’t know yet…I have enough money aside to be able to take the time to give another meaning to my professional life…but I know I won’t be able to be anyone’s bodyguard after this experience…

A silence of a minute or more suddenly sets in.

My gaze remains on the bunch of keys and the envelope that materializes this life that I thought was lost forever…I rediscovered my identity, my apartment, and my memories, and yet I knew that some things were different. Things that would be much more difficult to find.

- Do you plan to see her again? Is that why you came back?

Nathan’s question pierces the silence and targets precisely the biggest unknown of my return as Owen Hunt.

- Yes…I did not manage to forget her…I realized that I am more unhappy far from her, that I suffer more than in any other situation. Even if I don’t live up to her expectations…I need to know…to try to be who she expects.

- I won’t tell you anything about Amelia, you have to confront her alone…but know that two years is short and long at the same time…and your "death" was a terrible ordeal for her…I don’t know how she will react when she sees you again…but prepare yourself psychologically… she went through very difficult times.

Everything Nathan expresses to me, I was already anticipating. But hearing my fears and thoughts thus confirmed by a third party, one of those I trusted the most, only increased my nervousness.

- She…is she fine?

- Yes, she’s fine Owen… I haven’t stopped keeping an eye on her since you left as you asked me. Your return will however be a real shock. She’s been healing her pain for the past two years… she loved you really, you know…

The past that Nathan uses makes me tense despite myself, but I try not to pay too much attention to it. In two years, many things could have changed: for her, maybe I was just a memory…

- Just tell me, what do you hope by seeing her again? Why are you planning to see her again and come back to her life?

- I…I just hope to explain to her that I regret my decision…that this is the only outcome that I imagined, two years ago, I was not ready for anything else, unfortunately…that I blame myself for all this pain that I inflicted on her…

- And now are you ready for something else?

- Yes…beyond all that, I have this somewhat crazy hope, that she hasn’t forgotten me… that the feelings that you evoked are not completely extinguished…

I realize by expressing aloud my previously inner hopes that they may seem completely utopian…and at the same time, I’m in a state of mind to tell myself that I have nothing to lose.

I have already lost so much in the last two years.

I don’t want to have any more regrets, unanswered questions.

Even if I come out with a broken heart, I will know…I will have tried everything…to no longer live with these regrets and these doubts that consume me a little more every day.

- I hope the outcome will be happy for you Owen… but prepare yourself… the journey may still be difficult… and you risk suffering even more…

I nod, but my conviction is stronger than anything…a question burns me despite everything…

- Do you think it’s lost in advance… that I don’t stand a chance?

Nathan looks down as if to think, then quickly finds my pupils.

- I do not predict what may happen… I have never been good at guessing women's reactions, especially when it comes to love… he retorts, a smile in his voice.

I smile back, which relaxes me a bit, after these exchanges marked by a certain tension for me.

- How am I going to find her?

- She lives at an address that you know well…

He lets the mystery hover for a few seconds, before revealing the information I miss.

- Amelia returned to Madison Park… she had the house that was so dear to her rebuilt, as to foil the fate and misfortune that may have taken place there a few years ago.

The revelation made just now by Nathan leaves me wondering and admiring… she found the strength to start over in this place, which corresponded the most to a « home » which she missed so much during her childhood and adolescence. Her strength of character will always impress me… some things had not changed, and my hope is rekindled a little more.

- Good luck, Owen…

Nathan warmly shakes my hand, while placing his other hand on my shoulder.

- I hope happiness awaits you at the end of the road for both of you, you deserve it.

- Thanks for everything Nathan… sincerely…

Later in the night

The images from the talk with Nathan fulfill my expectations, shifting me from hope to despair.

Here I am again in Madison Park, a few steps from a house that crystallizes all my anguish but also my wishes. This evening in May is particularly sweet and brings back memories of times spent in the same neighborhood, a certain summer. I realize that in 3 months, it will be precisely 2 years since I left her life….that I officially died for her…

I get off my motorbike, the waiting motionless, sitting on my motorbike becoming unbearable. A glance at my watch reveals to me that it is 9 pm: I have already been waiting for an hour…the house remains desperately dark, with no sign of life.

Does Amelia have any commitments outside of Seattle?

Maybe I’m stupidly waiting for nothing and she won’t make an appearance tonight?

I doubt.

I hesitate.

The wait allowed me to observe the details of the house…it seems to have been rebuilt as faithfully as possible to the original building: the same porch with staircase and columns, same large windows to let in light. The only noticeable difference that I notice is the terrace which was built a little more in the corner and the back as if to be better protected from view and the outside.

The roar of an engine suddenly gets closer and I make out a taxi driving down the quiet street of this district of Madison Park until it stops in front of this house that I could have drawn with my eyes closed.

The beating of my heart activates immediately in a thousandth of a second.

Without thinking, like on autopilot, my legs start to move and slowly approach the house. I soon see a silhouette getting out of the car.

A female silhouette, dressed in a leather jacket, revealing a guitar bag on the back.

The detail confirms the identity of this young woman for good.

It’s her…she is there, a few meters from me.

My pace quickens as she climbs the steps to her front door. She looks for her keys in her bag for a few seconds, a reprieve that allows me to make up my delay and to place myself silently on the penultimate step of her porch.

I hear the clinking of her set of keys in her hand.

I take a deep breath, my heart seems ready to explode in my chest.

My lips finally let this name escape, which I have whispered every night for so long months while climbing the last two steps to find myself at her height.

- Good evening Amelia…

A metallic and muffled sound then rises.

My gaze catches the silver reflection of the keys on the ground, fallen a few centimeters behind her. The shock of my voice visibly made her escape from her hands.

Her back is still facing me. She stays motionless.

I recognize her silhouette much more precisely. The first detail that strikes me is her hair, which only reaches her shoulders…and this feeling that she is even more fragile and thin than before as if she had lost weight…

I perceive her hands to take place along her body.

Her left hand then starts to shake mechanically.

I speak again as gently as possible to dispel her anguish and shock.

- Amelia…calm down…I know it’s unbelievable at this moment…but it’s me…Owen…

I can see her breathing becoming more jerky and difficult as her shoulders and back jump slightly, and her strong, forced breath echoes up to my ears.

A little helpless in front of her paralysis, I immediately reveal the truth of the situation, the deception that I imagined.

- The truth is… it’s that I did not die at the Music Awards Evening…

Following these words, her body moves slowly in profile and she turns completely.

I discovered her for the first time of these long months, a few centimeters from me.

I recognize the details of her face, then discover this new haircut that looks great on her…but her eyes escape me as she keeps her gaze down. As if she refused to discover my image.

- What you saw almost two years ago… was a smokescreen…

An unexpected reaction then takes place before my eyes: she lifts her face in a sudden movement. But I hardly have time to discover her as a sharp and loud snap hits my right cheek. A slap where she seems to have put all her strength and anger. I close my eyes for a few moments in shock.

I hear her breathing still strong, but the rhythm is slightly different marked more by anger than fear.

I end up looking up and opening my eyes again.

She is there, in front of me, her eyes red and misted with tears. Her wide eyes reveal a vibrant intensity which studies me…observe me…almost rediscover me.

Her features are hard, her expressionless face. The reflection of hurt and shocked woman.

- I can’t go back, but…

- What are you doing here? She interrupts me, with a hint of aggression in her voice. Does your little smokescreen life no longer suit you? She continues with a touch of sarcasm, behind which however I perceive a sharp pain.

In the worst-case scenario I had imagined, I had not considered her first words to be so harsh and scathing…filled with blame and anger. Despite myself, I am destabilized by the turn of events. I was not prepared for this confrontation…for a meeting so fraught with tension.

A few seconds pass in an electric atmosphere.

I study her face, noticing a new emotion take place…anger gives way to pain.

And it is in a less assured and almost trembling voice that she takes the floor again.

- I can’t believe you staged your own death…after all that may have happened… all that I have been able to experience…

- I know it sounds completely illogical… and unforgivable, but just let me explain…

- It doesn’t matter, leave me alone…you are no longer part of my life… she whispers tiredly.

- Amelia, I understand the show this is for you, but…

Footsteps rise behind my back and a voice rings out, interrupting me in my explanations as a silhouette settles alongside Amelia.

- Amelia, everything is fine?

I recognize Andrew with surprise… and my eyes widen even more when I discover a baby, asleep in his arms.

Amelia silently nods to her question and stretches out her hands to take the baby.

She focuses on the arrival of Andrew and this toddler, behaving like I am no longer there.

I remain paralyzed in front of the scene and these exchanges, taken aback by the flow of information that accumulates and collides in my mind.

Andrew watches Amelia pick up the toddler, kiss his forehead, then finally turns his attention to me. I notice his feature wrinkle for a few seconds, then tighten as he recognizes me.

He observes me a little more intense but remains silent.

Amelia, the baby still in her arm, retrieves her keys from the ground and slips them into the lock.

The door creaks open and she steps into the house.

- Andrew…

A touch of exasperation and annoyance awakens in Amelia’s call, while Andrew remains as if fascinated by my presence.

- Yes, honey, I am coming, he finally responds by breaking the connection with my face and coming back in his turn.

The term of affection concludes to answer my questions and to tighten my heart a little more.

A heavy ebony door closes quickly and gradually in front of me while the gaze of the one, who has haunted my days and my nights so much, refuses me…ignoring me completely, as if to show me that I am only a memory for her… a forgotten past and that she does not want to relive.

Before the door closes completely, a few words reach me as the last connection with this woman whom I have betrayed and hurt deep inside.

- Goodbye, Owen…leave us alone.

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obsessedwithomelia · 4 years

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The name of Amelia‘s baby is supposed to have a meaning but I have no idea what it‘ll be so @owenandameliaforever chose one for me. (You remember the misterious voting?😌) It’s my last One shot because Omelia is kind of over for me. It’s for you Leeni. Please enjoy, you all! Love you, guys!

“Why are you awake?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

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If We Had The Power

I am sitting on the bench, savouring the moment. The sun is reflected on the water and my hand is slightly stroking Milo´s hair.

It´s been two years since I was in Seattle the last time. I remember us deciding to move away, leave Seattle behind us. Acutally it was Link´s idea. But it was a good one. It feels different. Kind of weird. I have a real family now.

Unfortunately without Maggie and Meredith and everyone else who became my family the last couple of years. But I feel like a different person. I have a boyfriend who proposed recently. And I am a freaking mom. I never expected to be so proud about it. My son is literally a copy of myself. And I know Link is little upset about it but secretly I am the happiest person in the world.

Milo is so beautiful and so smart, even though he´s only two years old. He might be a quiet kid but he knows so much that sometimes it´s almost terrifying. So let´s say I am the happiest person in the world. Or at least I am supposed to be but sometimes I miss my old life, my old me… So I decided to visit my old home.

I´m currenly waiting for Maggie to pick me up. But I wanted to come without Link, because he´s not a part of my old life. He´s my future and I´m glad about it but right now I just want to spend time with my sister, my nieces and my nephew.

And also I am kind of excited to see Owen. I haven’t talked to him since I´ve left. I don´t even know if he married Teddy. I´m insecure about our reunion because I feel awful but I have that urge to see him. I want to make sure he is doing okay.

Lost in my thoughts I don´t even recognize Maggie, who´s walking straight towards me, waving and shouting. “Huh?” I look up, totally confused when something is touching my shoulder. But when I realzie who´s standing there right in front of me, a big smile forms on my lips immediatly.

“Oh my god!”, I squeal and embrace her in a big, tight hug. Maggie kisses my cheek then bends over to my little boy who is patiently sitting on the bench, starring at us with his big blue eyes.

“Look at you!” Maggie rubs his hair and I can´t help but smile while watching her talking to my baby.

I think Milo is not sure what to think about this situation because he definitely doesn´t remember her but he understands very fast that I´m unbelievable happy to see this person, because he’s the smartest toddler I´ve ever see, so he starts smiling after a while and Maggie freaks out even more.

“He´s so beautiful.” Maggie turns around to me after she tickled my son for a few minutes.

“I know.” I grin at my sister and she takes my hand.

“I missed you so much”, she sniffles and I feel tears forming in my eyes. I take a deep breath because this is not the right moment for collapsing into tears. I really don´t want to confuse Milo even more. Everything must aleady be so overwhelming for him.

I pick him up and together we walk to Maggie´s car.

I sigh deeply when I lay down on my old bed. Milo is already fast asleep in that old crib we brought up from the basement. I´m completely exhausted but I can´t stop smiling.

We spent the whole afternoon together in the park, Maggie, Meredith, Zola, Bailey, Ellis, Milo and me, eating ice cream, playing hide and seek, talking and laughing. I can´t remember the last time I laughed that much in one day. God, I missed those guys.

Tomorrow I will go to the hospital, togther with my sisters. I feel my heart pounding very fast, almost painful. I´m so excited. I know there´s to reason to be scared just because I will meet Owen, but I am. I am scared. I know he will be happy for me but I am scared he isn´t. I don´t know if I should tell him about my engagement. But he will recognize the ring anyway. I feel my eyelids getting heavier and after a few minutes I am also fast asleep.

I open my eyes, blended by the sunlight that is shining through the curtains. My gaze wanders through the room and I almost have a heart attack when I see the empty crib next to my bed.

After a moment of shock I decide that Maggie probably brought him downstairs so I could sleep a little longer. That´s what she does, because she is the most caring person I know.

I crack the door a little bit open and peek downstairs. I hear a lot of people, a lot more than I am supposed to hear but I can´t assign the voices. It´s to far away.

So I sneak downstairs always watching out that no one´s gonna see or hear me.

I look into the living room and froze for a moment. Milo and the other kids are playing in front oft he TV and Maggie and Mer are sitting on the sofa talking with Owen, Richard and Cormac Hayes.

I absolutely don´t feel ready to join them, though. I must look like crap.

„Ahh, you´re finally awake, sleepy head. It´s almost 11.“ My eyes snap open. I didn´t even realize I closed them. Apparently I´m still a little tired.

Everyone´s looking at me now. ‘Great.’ My eyes go straight to Owen but I regret it immediatly because he smirks at me and I feel myself blushing.

“Nice to see you”, Hayes finally breaks the super embarassing silence. “How are you doing?” The peds surgeon has such a kind smile.

“I´m go- good”, I hear myself stuttering. ‘Damn it, Amelia! Stay focused. You know these guys.’ I take a deep breath.

“How are you guys doing?” I walk over to the fridge to look for some food.

“We´re good”, the redhead answers first. “Buuuut, what are you looking for? Breakfast´s in the kitchen. Maggie spent the whole morning making pancakes, right?”

Maggie just nods, smiling and when I turn around I look right into Owen´s smirking face, again. This is not getting better.

“Right, thanks.” I just grab a cup of coffee and disappear in the kitchen. ‘This is so embarrassing.”

I just sit there, stirring my coffee. I don´t recognize Owen entering the room.

“You okay?”

“Ha!” I startle up and drop the spoon.

“Got it.” Owen grabs it and picks it up from the floor.

“Thank you.” ‘What is wrong with me?’

“So?” the trauma surgeon looks at me, questioning.

“What..?” I´m confused.

‘Gosh, I love his smile.’ It´s always so heartwarming. I feel myself becoming calmer. It´s just Owen. There’s no reason to be excited. I should be happy to see him and finally ask him how he´s doing.

“Um… yes, I guess…?”

“You guess?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“I am sorry.” I finally look up.. “I’m still a little exhausted from the long flight. But how are you doing?” I bite my lower lip.

The trauma surgeon clears his throat and sits on the chair in front of me.. “I´m actually pretty fine.” He stops for a minute. And just now I recognize how tired he looks like.

“I married Teddy.”

I feel a slight rush of disappointment run through my body.

“You know, it´s not perfect but it´s a family. We have Allison and Leo. Well, Leo and Teddy aren´t best friends but we´re all doing okay.” He rubs his face.

“I´m happy to see you again. When is your wedding?” His eyes have moved to my hand with the ring on it.

Suddenly I don´t feel so proud it anymore. “We haven´t decided yet”, I say quietly, definitely wanting to change the subject.

“I´m happy to see you, too”, I say a little insecure and smile a bit.

“Can I hug you?”, he asks all at once.

“Sure”, I answer without thinking about it. He walks around the table and I get up so he can plung his arms around my neck.

We´re standing there, silently hugging each other and it feels so good, so relieving. He doesn´t hate me. He is happy to see me and I don´t want this hug to end.

“Your son is gorgeous. He looks like his mommy”, he whispers and smile while tears run down my cheeks. I can´t hold back any longer. I missed him so much.

When Owen hears my sobs he holds me even closer. “It´s okay”, he tries to calm me down. “I missed you too.”

I lie down on the old, fragile bed in the on-call room. It´s so uncomfortable but I needed to come down here once more. And Maggie is happy to spend some more time with Milo. We just had little party at the hospital and I´m still so overwhelmed. I missed those guys, gosh.

All of sudden someone knocks at the door.

“Come in”, I croak.

“Why are you still awake? It´s already past 12”, I hear Owen asking and blink in his direction.

“Then why are you awake?” I tease him.

“I wanted to make sure you´re fine and let you know that I think you´re beautiful tonight.” He smirks.

I don´t say anything, I just savour his kind eyes, his kind smile. And suddenly I feel some sadness spreading around in my body. I´ll be back at home in two days and I have no idea when I will see Owen again. Will I ever?

Owen seems to recognize it and sits down on the bed, next to me. I make space for him without having any control over what I´m doing right now. He lies next do me and there´s nothing but the sound of our slow breathing.

I want to kiss him, but I can´t. I look at him and he stares at my lips. I close my eyes and suddenly there´s this feeling I haven´t felt in years.

The kiss is slow and passionate. Tears come out of my eyes.

After a moment, that felt like eternity, we stop. “Owen…”, I whisper, too afraid to open my eyes.

“Look at me.” I feel his hand caressing my cheek. I look into his eyes and immediatly feel the urge to cry again.

“I´m sorry…”, I say.

“No”, he interrupts me. “It´s not our fault.” Now I see tears in his eyes.

“We´re not the author of this book. We´re just in it. We don´t have the power. But maybe in another universe we will…”

“…end up together”, I finish the sentence.

“We´re gonna be happy”, he says, almost whispering.

“You will always be the one.” He smiles at me with tears in his eyes. There is a big lump in my throat. “But we just don´t have the power.”

The End

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