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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

Masterpost

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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omeliastoriesbyari · 5 years

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Omelia kids

“Amelia someone is at the door,” sleepy Owen said pulling the cover his head.

“Really Owen ,” Amelia said sitting up removing her sleep mask.

“I’ll get it as usual,” Amelia said throwing her pillow at Owen who had went back to sleep.

Amelia dragged herself out of bed to get the door at 7:00am. The whole Hunt household hated mornings especially Owen. Amelia slowly walked to the door and when she finally got there she opened the door which let the bright sunshine in. She couldn’t even see who it was at first until she adjusted her eyes.

“I would have dropped her off later but I got an early surgery this morning,” Teddy said while handing her and Owen’s daughter Heylee’s hand.

“ It’s fine,” Amelia said picking Heylee up.

“Bye Heylee I’ll see you next week,” Teddy said.

“Bye mama,” Heylee said waving her little hand.

Amelia looked at the beautiful toddler she was holding in her arms. Heylee had beautiful bright blue like Owen and Orange/ Strawberry blonde hair like Owen. She looked just like Owen and even did the same faces he did.

“ Hey Heylee how bout you go in the room and wake papa up?” Amelia said.

“Ok mommy,” Heylee said.

Heylee called Amelia mommy because everybody else in the house does. Amelia doesn’t mind one bit because she loves Heylee like her own.

Owen walks out their bedroom all crabby with Heylee on his hip. He had on gray sweatpants with no shirt and his hair was messy. He mean mugged Amelia and growled.

“ Really I was sleeping you had Heylee to wake me up,” He said rubbing her eyes.

“ I didn’t do anything,” Amelia said

“ yeah hun mommy,” Heylee said.

Owen rolled his eyes and sat Heylee down at the dining table and went to cook breakfast. Amelia went back into their bedroom because she knew Lyndon would wake up at any moment to be fed. (Lyndon is Amelia’s and Owen’s three week old son.)

When Lyndon woke he started screaming to the top of his lungs. Amelia unswaddled him and unlatched her breast feeding bra to nurse him before he wakes up the whole neighborhood. Lyndon was the small of their kids when he was born he weighed 5lbs and Amelia went 41 weeks with him. Lyndon had strawberry blonde hair like his dad and sister but he has light grey eyes like Amelia did when she was a baby. Amelia called Lyndon a gifted from Derek because his favored Derek and her father so much.

When Amelia finished feeding Lyndon she changed him and went to where Heylee and Owen was at with Lyndon. She put Lyndon is his swing and went to give Owen some good morning kisses.

“ Oh babe Megan and her family is coming to visit us,” Owen said.

“Ok when so I can get ready,” Amelia said.

“ In a couple of hours,” Owen stuttered.

“ Owen why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” Amelia asked.

“Because it slipped my mind and she texted me yesterday.” He said as an response.

Amelia went to where the kids were to wake them up for breakfast. She went to Leo’s room first because he was the hardest to wake up and she had the energy to wrestle with him.

“ Leo get up its time for breakfast baby,” Amelia said rubbing Leo’s back.

Leo ignored her and put the cover his head he acted like Owen in the morning. Amelia decided to pick out his clothes for first then try to get him up again.

“Ok Leo get up bud,” Amelia said moving the cover from over his head. Leo still didn’t budge.

“Time for the tickle monster,” She said starting to tickle his feet which was the only way Owen and Amelia knew how to get their 4 year old up.

When Leo finally got up Amelia handed him his toothbrush so he could brush his teeth then she made his bed and sat his clothes on top. Then to Rainey’s room to get her up which was a lot easier than Leo. Amelia rubbed her back until she woke up from her sleep.

Rainey was their two year old her and Heylee were a year a but if you ask them they are twins. She was gorgeous with brown hair and ocean blue eyes she was Amelia twin. Rainey and Leo had their own little personalities which were too cute.

When the kids were finally done they all sat at the table to eat. Once that was done Amelia did her and the girl hair. She put Heylee hair into a ponytail with a headband, for Rainey’s hair she put her into two braids, and Amelia just flat ironed her hair.

hours later everyone was sitting in the living room watching a movie when Megan finally arrived. Owen opened the door for her.

“ where is Nathan sand my nephew?” Owen asked hugging his sister.

“ They are at the hotel sleep,”She said.

“OMG where are those gorgeous kids of yours” Megan said.

“ They are right there watching coco but Amelia and Lyndon are in the back,” Owen said moving out the way so she could come in.

The kids loved their aunt Meg so they were so happy to see her. Meg loved Owen and Amelia’s kids and even her and Amelia were good.

After the kids tired Megan out Owen had finally got them to sleep all of the except Lyndon of course Lyndon never sleeps at night. Owen went to lay in the bed because he was exhausted while Amelia and Megan sat in the couch talking.

“ Amelia how did you come up with the kids name because they are all so different and unique?” Megan asked.

“ While everyone of their names have a meaning when adopted Leo the court will ask you if you want to change the child’s name but we really liked the name Leo and all. But we wanted to give him a name that he can also grow with he and kept Leo a part of it. So when I was growing people used to mess up on my name and call me Ameleo instead of Amelia. The name grew on me and I wanted to name my kid that and we wanted to incorporate our names into Leo’s so we went with Ameleo Rowan Hunt. And each one of our kids have an A or an O on their names but the all have in L in their names.

4 year old Leo in the picture

Heylee was the name of a good friend of Owen and Teddy who died and they decided they wanted to name their baby after her. So then you got Heylee Olivia Altman-Hunt.

3 year old Heylee

Rainey we picked that name because everything that’s good happens to us in the rain. We got married in the rain, we met Leo the day after it rained and I found out I was pregnant on a rainy day. Owen was obsessed with the name Lilliana he wanted to give her that middle name because it was your grandma’s names. So I named her Rainey Lilliana Hunt.

2 year old Rainey

Lyndon was the hardest to find a name for we wanted a strong name that sounded medical and military like. Owen had seen the name somewhere and told me it and I feel in love with it sounded really strong like some type of general or advance medical technique named after somebody. Flynn was a name me and Owen talked about before got married we bothe loved it and it was my son’s middle name too. And there you have Lyndon Flynn Hunt.” Amelia

3 week old Lyndon

“ You put effort into your kids names,” Megan said.

“ Okay it’s getting late and I have to get back,” Megan said hugging Amelia.

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jordan202 · 6 years

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My Boys Drabbles: Just a Feeling (Part Two)

hey everyone, thanks for the amazing responses!

Chapter One is HERE

I hope you guys enjoy this one!

My Boys Drabbles – Just a Feeling (Part Two)

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you staring at me?”

“I am not staring,” Owen contradicted his wife.

Amelia had noticed that even though Owen had had his eyes fixated on her for the past minutes, his gaze seemed lost, as if his thoughts were wandering far from there.

“Right,” she playfully rolled her eyes, giving up having a reasonable conversation with her husband, and gently pushed the covers with the intention to get up so she could get on with her morning chores, but halfway through her movement she was captured and swiftly pulled back to bed.

“I was actually just admiring how pretty you are,” Owen declared with a shameless smile while tightening his grip around her waist.

“Oh, so you were staring?” Amelia raised both eyebrows but couldn’t help giggling when he covered the side of her face with kisses.

“Only a little,” Owen gave in, determined to make sure she didn’t leave the bed again for at least another hour.

Innocent pecks on the side of Amelia’s face were slowly replaced by much more demanding kisses that kept her busy until Owen decided to explore the length of her neck with his lips.

“I couldn’t wait for this all day yesterday,” Amelia confessed with a long, loving sigh as she ran her fingers through her husband’s hair.

“Me too,” Owen mumbled against her skin before he captured one of her breasts between his lips, earning a moan in response.

“No, I mean it,” Amelia added when she finally gathered enough strength to come up with a coherent thought. “You were away for two weeks and when I saw you coming home by surprise the first thing I wanted to do was to be with you,” she took a long breath and exhaled slowly, too affected by the wonderful sensations Owen was provoking in her body to properly speak her mind. “But I had to go to work and even though I was focused on what I was doing there, on the back of my mind this was all I could think about…” she whispered with her eyes closed right before Owen moved to her top and kissed her, eager to please her with his touch as much as she was pleasing him with her words.

Even though they’d had amazing sex the night before, Amelia knew that the first time after so many days without seeing each other always felt a little rushed, almost as if their bodies were racing for physical release in a pace their connection couldn’t keep up with. And once it was over, they had both fallen asleep out of exhaustion quickly after. Personally, she had longed more for the following morning because she knew it was when they would take their time to put in practice what they had already perfected over the last years and then, once the sex was over, they would stay in each other’s arms not really doing anything other than being together, talking about nothing and everything. Amelia absolutely cherished those moments.

“Were you thinking about this when you were in the OR yesterday?” Owen teased his wife with a tender smile right before kissing the outline of her belly button, on purpose tickling her.

“Yes,” Amelia laughed with amusement at his provocation, even though they both knew he was joking.

“What about this?” Owen continued with his game, seductively running his forefinger on the outline of her panties before using it to pull off the object in an agonizingly slow pace. “Were you thinking about this when you were at work?” he asked seductively.

Amelia felt his warm breath against the skin of her lower abdomen. Closing her eyes, she unconsciously tilted her head back against the pillow and held her breath, anticipating the touch that surely would come next.

“Yes,” the neurosurgeon whispered, completely on board with his sweet persuasion.

“I bet you were thinking about this too,” Owen smiled, too satisfied with himself as he watched the reactions he was causing in her body when he kissed the smooth skin on the inside of one of her thighs.

“A lot,” Amelia agreed, already too out of her mind to be thinking clearly.

“Then I guess I have no other choice other than to…” Owen playfully bit her skin right before moving his lips upwards and causing an explosion of pleasure in his wife’s body.

Soon after, Amelia took her turn focusing on him and returning the amazing sensations her husband had given her. A while later, she was lying underneath him still recovering from the second orgasm Owen had given her that morning.

“You know, I have a confession to make,” Amelia smiled looking into his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. “Yesterday when you arrived and maybe this morning too I thought you still had your head in Charleston and the training camp, but after what you just did I have to give it to you,” she joked, unaware of how correctly she’d just read her husband. “You’re more present here than ever, aren’t you?”

“I am always here for you,” Owen grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, unconsciously breaking eye contact with his wife.

He hadn’t told her about the discovery he’d made right before heading back home and Owen wasn’t sure he was going to. The situation was yet too confusing even for him and he wanted to dig more information about it. Not only that, but everything had happened years before he’d even met Amelia. So, if he wasn’t able to process how things had unfolded despite being there and actively participating in the event, how in the world could he expect her to understand or even help him? It was probably for the best if he didn’t get her involved, he thought. Amelia was likely to worry excessively for him by thinking he was too affected and Owen didn’t want to burden her with nonsense ideas.

“How about some coffee?” he suggested while touching his forehead to hers.

“I will take care of the coffee if you make your mom’s French toast recipe,” Amelia bit her lower lip, grinning adorably at him.

“Deal,” Owen kissed the tip of her nose and swiftly got up, heading to the bathroom and being promptly followed by his wife.

“You know, I am not sure if I have ever asked this,” Owen casually commented while taking a sip from his coffee half an hour later. He frowned while watching what his wife was doing. Amelia had just walked from the laundry room adjoined to the kitchen with a full basket of their children’s clothes and now she separated them in four different stacks with such speed and efficiency that it caught his attention. “How in the world do you keep track of whose underwear it is? You’re not even hesitating as you sort them out in piles,” he pointed out, visibly intrigued.

Amelia looked up to meet his eyes with a serious expression.

“I have a very complex system,” she replied mysteriously.

At first, Owen was inclined to believe her but he couldn’t be fooled. Not five seconds after his wife’s response, he spotted a mischievous smile growing on the corner of her lips and laughed, busting her. It was no secret that doing laundry was perhaps the only domestic chore that Amelia actually enjoyed doing. As she kept on separating and folding the boys’ clothes, once again she looked up at Owen and then explained with a playful smile.

“Lucas gets the blue ones, Tom the whites,” she pointed to the piles. Despite some pieces having stamps and different shades, Owen noticed they indeed followed the pattern of color, “Danny, the yellows and Robbie, the greens,” she explained with a proud smile.

Owen narrowed his eyes as he noticed that her system was far from complex and playfully shook his head in disapproval.

“Wait, is that how it has always been?” he tilted his head, confused. How come had he really never noticed?

“Yes,” Amelia laughed as she read the unasked question on his face. “That’s how it has always been.”

“Do they sell kids’ underwear by color?” Owen furrowed his brow, even more puzzled.

“No. I buy the packs and sort out the pieces among the boys according to the colors,” Amelia explained unaffectedly, still folding the clothes.

“But…” Owen was clearly intrigued. “They don’t wear the same size,” he pointed out.

“I know,” Amelia smiled charmingly. “Like I said, it’s a very complex system.”

“Oh, now I see,” Owen hid his smile behind the coffee mug and stood behind his wife’s chair, giving her shoulder a gentle rub before adding. “And what do you do with the grey ones?” he asked with a teasing tone. “Do you throw them away?”

Amelia looked up to meet his eyes, instantly noticing the amused expression on his face.

“I save them for emergencies,” Amelia improvised, unable to contain a fit of laughter when Owen gave her a pretend judgmental look. She moved a couple of feet to the side so he could take the chair next to her and read the morning paper. Only when she was done sorting out the clean laundry, Amelia interrupted his reading. “The kids are not up yet, do you want to go to April to pick up Tom and Luke or do you want to stay here with Megan and the twins while I go?”

“It’s not even nine in the morning yet, I seriously doubt Thomas and Lucas are up,” Owen wisely pointed out without taking his eyes off the sports section. “But I will give April a call and tell her to let me know when they’re ready so I can go surprise them.”

Since their oldest sons hadn’t been in the house by the time of Owen’s arrival, they had no idea their father was already at home.

Despite Owen’s resolve to go pick them up, once she was awake Megan insisted that her father stayed with her. When the little girl claimed that she missed her dad, Owen was incapable of saying no to her request to play with her in the living room, leaving to Amelia the task of picking up the oldest boys while he stayed at home with the younger kids waiting.

Amelia was in a good mood when she left the house later that morning but much to her dismay, her car wouldn’t start despite several attempts. Wondering what could be wrong with it since it had been working perfectly well until the day before, the neurosurgeon settled for taking her husband’s truck, which didn’t exactly please her considering how Amelia felt even smaller inside the big cabin.

But once she had Thomas and Lucas with her, her thoughts weren’t on Owen’s car but rather on how surprised the boys would be to come home and unexpectedly find their father already there. Amelia was having a hard time keeping the secret but once Owen welcomed her sons in their front yard, the boys’ happy faces reminded her that her struggle to remain silent about it had been totally worth it.

Hours later, after they’d already had Sunday lunch together, Amelia spent most of her afternoon alternating between some reading and helping out the twins with their homework for the following day. As soon as the boys were done with it, she found herself eager for some quality entertainment.

The neurosurgeon was distractedly going through the refrigerator, mostly because she was bored rather than hungry when she heard the sound of laughter mixed with metallic noises coming from the backyard.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked as she stepped outside holding a bottle of water in one hand, carefully inspecting the scene in front of her.

Crouched down by the grass, her husband and two oldest sons had their hands dirty with grease as they seemed absolutely engaged in whatever it was that they were doing with tools and a large car part.

“Dad is showing us how to replace a piston,” Lucas looked up from the car engine to his mother and then back to the heavy object.

Amelia didn’t succeed at getting any more than a quick glance from Thomas and Owen either.

“What happened?” she asked with genuine curiosity as she went around them and inspected the scene more carefully.

Owen finished dissembling a small part of the engine before he finally gave his wife his full attention.

“What happened is that someone forgot to add coolant to the car radiator, despite constant reminders,” he gave her a censoring look before adding, “and as result, the car overheated so now there is a melted hole in one of the pistons.”

A short silence followed.

“How unfortunate,” Amelia acted innocent, even though she was well aware that only in the past month Owen had reminded her at least three times to do preventive maintenance on the car. “When do you think you’ll be done?” she sneakily changed the focus of the conversation.

“I am not sure, we are still going to check the oil levels and replace the water pump which is pretty wrecked too,” Owen informed her, subtly shaking his head in disapproval as if unable to believe she’d actually failed to follow his instructions to properly keep the car in good shape.

“That sounds pretty boring.”

“It’s your car, Mom,” Thomas chuckled and gave her an incredulous look, believing she should be more interested in what was going on with the car exactly because it belonged to her.

“I know, that’s the whole point, why don’t we just take it to the repair shop and then we go do something fun?”

By the expression on Owen’s face, Amelia instantly noticed that she had asked the wrong question. The neurosurgeon wasn’t sure whether it was because he considered taking a car to a repair shop an insult to his fixing abilities or simply because she had dared to imply that what he was doing with the boys didn’t qualify as having a good time.

After a little more than a decade of marriage, Amelia was well aware that Owen was the kind of guy who would resist getting professional help for any chore around the house he considered himself able to do. That included mostly anything related to plumbing, carpentry, mechanics and any other kind of common house repairs. In the vast majority of the time, her husband actually succeeded in fixing whatever needed to be fixed or replaced and Amelia knew he took great pride in being able to do most things himself. And now that the boys were growing up, it had become a habit for Owen to try and teach them as much about those useful skills as he could.

“We are doing something fun,” Lucas looked at his mother with a confused expression, as if he couldn’t understand where her comment was coming from.

Seeing she was fighting a battle that was long lost, Amelia raised her hands in a sign of surrender and sighed heavily before finally walking back to the house.

“I will be inside whenever you guys get tired of that,” she informed them. “Take a shower before getting anywhere near me.”

“Only if you promise that from now on, you won’t forget to add coolant to your car,” Owen replied in a tone that was supposed to sound disapproving but couldn’t hide his amusement.

“Deal,” Amelia replied from a distance.

“You know what, I don’t even know why I bother,” Owen rolled his eyes as he spoke to himself, knowing too well that his wife was most likely not going to follow the instructions.

“Dad, she is never going to do it,” Thomas pointed out. “Why don’t you just do it and spare yourself the trouble?” the boy asked with the usual perfect logic.

“Because,” Owen replied, knowing that in that lesson he was just teaching his sons more than just about car mechanics. “If mom hadn’t forgotten to add the coolant, the car engine wouldn’t have broken and then I wouldn’t be here showing you guys how to do something you boys eventually have to learn to do yourselves. So, it’s the chance we have to squeeze the good out of something bad.”

“Yeah, but what if Mom had been in the car by the time the engine fried?” Lucas raised his eyebrows playfully. “I mean, that would seriously be a problem.”

“There can still be an upside to that, buddy,” Owen winked playfully, teaching their sons another valued lesson with a lighthearted smile. “Never underestimate the opportunities you have of saying I told you so in a marriage,”Owen added.

Their sons would never know about this but even though their mother was pretty upset to be cornered regarding the car engine at that moment, soon enough she would fall into her senses, take notice of the potential risks she’d inadvertently exposed herself to and realize that it had been her husband the one to rescue her from her own misdoings.

And Owen couldn’t wait for that part because while his wife was terrible at properly following rules and maintaining a minimum overall discipline level, no one was better than her at actually showing gratitude and returning affection. And with that, Amelia always made every trouble she put him through absolutely worth it.

Owen was so focused on finishing a straight suture line on a patient’s leg that he barely noticed when his pager went off.

“I am not sure I am overstepping, doctor Hunt, but aren’t you supposed to answer that?” the teenage boy asked, studying the concentrated surgeon who seemed deeply engaged in fixing the cut on his shin.

Owen was brought back to reality, noticing with alarm that he’d really missed the loud sound going off. After informing the boy he wasn’t supposed to resume his workout practices for at least a couple of weeks, the trauma surgeon finally got to the pager, seeing his wife was requesting his presence in her OR.

Even though he’d been back to work for a couple of weeks now, Owen was aware that since his trip to Charleston, he’d found it a little more difficult than usual to adapt back to his regular routine, much more so than in any of his previous trips to serve the Army as a consultant.

The trauma surgeon refused to consider that the discoveries he’d made in the Post back in South Carolina might have something to do with his unusual lack of focus because Owen was convinced that there was no changing the past. There simply wasn’t anything he could do about what he’d heard, and on top of that, the subject was a matter of the past. That’s where it should stay.

With a heavy sigh, Owen massaged his left temple as he entered the elevator and checked his wristwatch. He would very much like to go home but to his dismay, he still had a meeting with the Chief Surgery to figure out what they would propose to the Board of Directors and other Heads of Department as a plan for remodeling a couple of rooms in the ER which were in desperate need of renovation.

“Hey, you paged me?” Owen held a mask in front of his face as he walked into the OR.

He noticed instantly that Amelia was caught up in the middle of a procedure, but everything seemed okay enough that she wasn’t facing any emergencies that might require him stepping into the field as he’d expected.

His wife took her eyes from the heavy equipment in front of her and looked in his direction. When Owen noticed the almost regretful smile on her face, he knew she was about to ask him to do something he probably wouldn’t agree with. He’d seen Amelia smile like that many times before.

“Are you busy downstairs?” Amelia asked with a sheepish smile that over the years had been adjusted with perfection to purposefully melt his heart. “Do you think you can leave a little earlier today?”

“I can’t, I have a meeting,” Owen replied with a suspicious expression, despite softened by her charming manners. “What do you need?”

When Amelia let out a heavy sigh that wasn’t meant to be audible, Owen realized that wasn’t the answer she was hoping to hear.

“I just got a call from the school reminding me about this parents/teacher meeting in the twins’ class that I had totally forgotten about… I was hoping you could make it,” she gazed at him expectantly. When met by his silence, Amelia pushed it with a shameless grin. “Well, can’t you?”

Owen looked his wife in the eyes to see if she really meant it.

“Amelia, are you serious?” he frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me about this before? I would have cleared my schedule to go,” he explained patiently, trying to think of solutions. “Why don’t you just re-schedule it? I suppose the school will understand that we got caught up-”

“I already rescheduled it,” Amelia bit her lower lip behind her surgical mask, hoping Owen would take that lightly. “I just completely forgot about it,” she explained calmly.

The neurosurgeon knew how disciplined and organized her husband was and how much effort he put into making sure they didn’t miss anything important when it came to their kids, who were always a priority in their lives.

“When was this?” Owen looked at her with a furrowed brow. “I don’t remember you telling me about this before. If you rescheduled it, then-”

“They had asked me to go there while you were away in Charleston nearly a month ago and I had them change the date for a day you would be here so we could try to both be there,” she interrupted him and explained. “I know I shouldn’t have forgotten about it but amidst taking care of five kids on my own while you were gone, this one detail slipped my mind,” she pushed her case, knowing it would work like magic.

It went exactly as planned because the moment she said the words, Amelia noticed how Owen’s expression softened as he took a deep breath. Resorting to the guilt he felt for leaving her alone with the kids for two weeks whenever he went into one of his Army excursions always did the trick. Amelia mischievously smiled even though no one could see it. It was true that she supported Owen to pursue that second job and didn’t regret it, but in moments like these, she didn’t mind using it to her advantage.

“Alright,” Owen shook his head, knowing he couldn’t blame her for forgetting. Even though he didn’t like to be caught off guard with avoidable things that disrupted his schedule, he was well aware that Amelia actually made the impossible happen by juggling everything at home and at work. It was actually surprising those things didn’t happen more often and he shouldn’t be so critical that as parents, sometimes they got overwhelmed. “I will check with Bailey if I can push my meeting with her, but are you sure it’s okay that I go alone in this? Surely the teacher would want to speak to us both?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Amelia explained, already with her eyes back on the surgical field. “It’s just a standard thing they are doing with first graders. Since their teacher is on leave and there is a new one, she is slowly getting to meet the parents and updating us on the children’s progress,” the neurosurgeon added as she made a move to control a minuscule bleeding vessel. “I already met her a couple of times while you were away and she has nothing but good things to say about the boys, I think this is just the opportunity for the school to have us together there but as you can see, I can’t make it in time.”

“Alright, I will figure it out, then,” Owen was already mentally calculating when would be the best time to meet Bailey without the delay ruining his plans and interfering with his Board Meeting later that week.

“If I finish here early I will come meet you in the school,” Amelia informed him. “Just so you know, this is the teacher Danny kind of has a crush on, so go prepared to hear many compliments.”

“Oh, it’s that one,” Owen remembered the countless times over the past couple of weeks when his son had spoken about the teacher with absolute adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah, be ready though, she is really nice but she talks like a six year old. No wonder why Danny is so dazzled. When you meet her you’ll see what I am talking about,” Amelia explained, already fully concentrated on the field.

“Alright, I will catch up with you later, then,” Owen informed her. “Call me when you’re done here.”

After dealing with Bailey and talking her into rescheduling their meeting, the trauma surgeon repeatedly checked his wristwatch to check whether or not he’d make it to his sons’ school in time for the meeting.

When Owen finally parked his car and made it to the first grade classroom, he was only five minutes late but it was enough that all the other kids had already been picked up by their parents and only his sons were waiting in the company of the teacher.

Through the glass on the door Owen noticed how a blonde woman crouched down to Robbie’s height said something that made the boy laugh. He then replied to her and the woman affectionately stroked the six year old’s hair before getting up.

Owen noticed how the twins seemed comfortable in the presence of their new teacher and the realization pleased him very much. So far, the woman was doing justice to the description Robbie and Danny had made of her for the past weeks. It was obvious both kids really liked her and she reciprocated their feelings.

As Owen gave a gentle knock on the door to announce his presence, his twin sons instantly caught sight of him and got up from their chairs to run in his direction.

“Dad!” Danny’s eyes were gleaming as he pulled his father by the hand into the classroom. “You came to pick us up!” the boy added, excited to show his father everything around. “Look, dad, that’s Casper, our class’ goldfish. And this is my desk,” he proudly pointed to it. “That right there is my...”

“Dad, come meet our teacher!” Robbie stepped in the way, interrupting his brother, just as eager for his father’s attention. “This is Ms. Whitman.”

Owen was finally able to actually enter the classroom and for the first time, he looked directly at the teacher their sons had spoken so much about, only to find out he was already familiar with the face.

The surgeon couldn’t hide his surprise as he found out that the woman teaching his sons was someone he knew, and too well. Even though time had passed, very little about her appearance had really changed.

Owen took a few seconds to recover from the shock of that unexpected encounter and only when he remembered he was inside his kids’ classroom he finally looked into the eyes of the woman he had once intended to marry.

“Beth.” Owen’s mind still tried to process the information as he slowly connected the dots. Ms. Whitman. Beth Whitman. First grade teacher. Of course. Maybe he should have suspected it sooner? “It’s really you.”

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bootandbradford · 6 years

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10, 59, 129... angsty but with a powerful/happy ending? #omeliastrong

So I don’t think that there is much angst in here, but I hope you love the ending :)

10- “We can’t keep this up forever.”59- “You own my heart.”129- “Don’t fuck this up.”

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It has been weeks since Jo and Alex’s wedding, and Owen and I’s relationship has been going strong, but I am starting to have lingering doubts about our relationship because he doesn’t seem to be taking our fresh start as serious as I am. There’s nothing to do but test my theory. After their shifts were over at the hospital, Owen and Amelia returned to their house and made dinner, and then later they rested on the couch together and watched their (Amelia’s) favorite show “Dexter.” Even though Owen after cringed for the tenth time, he won’t admit to Amelia that he secretly hates the show, and only pretends he loves it for her.

“We can’t keep this up forever,” Amelia said, and the sudden outburst disrupted the peaceful atmosphere of the house. “We can’t keep up what forever Amelia?” Owen replied confused at her choice of words. “This light and easy relationship. You and I want more, and we both know how it ended up last time,” Amelia elaborated hoping that he would catch on. “Our relationship isn’t light and easy to me. Why would you think it was?” Owen said challenging Amelia’s statement. “Well if our relationship isn’t light and easy to you, then what is it, Owen? Because I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t as committed as I am,” Amelia asserted to him and began to pace around the living room.

Her pacing momentarily distracted Owen’s thoughts, and it took him a moment to formulate his response. “Amelia why do think I’m not committed to our relationship and starting over. I am in this relationship completely. What do I have to do to show you that I am unconditionally in love with you and I hope you know that,” Owen elaborated as he made his way over the spot where she stopped pacing upon hearing the word love. Amelia didn’t want to admit it but that four letter word still made her cautious. Amelia froze in her spot for quite a long time until Owen grasped her hands in his and tilted her chin up to look at him. He didn’t want to waste another moment not telling her what he wanted to.

“You own my heart,” Owen said while affectionately rubbing his nose against Amelia’s in an eskimo kiss. “Wow I did not expect those words from you,” Amelia replied with her signature smirk that told Owen that she was up to no good. “If you are going to make fun of me I won’t repeat anything like it,” Owen remarked as he released her hands and began to turn away from her. “Hey! I was kidding. You know I like hearing you say things like that to me. It makes me feel special. And you know what else it makes me feel? I feel love when you say things like that to me,” Amelia elaborated as she linked their hands together and looked into his eyes for the first time that night. She continued adding: “Oh and one more thing Owen,” “Yes Amelia, what else?” Owen replied with slight uneasiness.

“Don’t fuck this up,” Amelia replied with a hint of spitefulness in her voice that she knew turned Owen on like crazy. It didn’t take long for Owen to take the bait and lean in to capture her lips in his.

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Elevator Hug- part 2 ( repost)

As per request by @ameliashepherdgoeshunting .

Part 1 can be found here:

http://greysfanpage388.tumblr.com/post/172963018076/elevator-hug-repost

Elevator Hug - part 2

The following day turned out to be challenging for Amelia. She and Alex were working on a 10 year old boy who had a brain tumor and needed surgery to remove the tumor. The problem was the boy’s father who didn’t believe in surgery. He strongly refused the surgery to be performed on his son, and ended up having a heated argument with Alex. The boy’s parents refused to sign the consent for the surgery- much to Alex and Amelia’s dismay.

But there was nothing they could do about it, as it was against the rules to operate on a patient against the parent or guardian’s wishes.

As Amelia stood at the nurses’ counter outside the boy’s room, watching the weak looking boy and his parents from a distance, she shook her head sadly. She knew at the rate the tumor was growing- the boy wouldn’t have long to live. The parents might regret their decision when the boy dies. There was no grief like of a parent who had lost their child. She knew that. She had experienced it before, and it was like a part of her heart was ripped apart from her, leaving a permanent hole that could never be filled.

She stood staring at the family- wondering whether there was anything else she could do to help the boy. Maybe she could device a plan with Alex to push the boy into surgery without the parents’ consent. And risk getting fired. Was that worth it?

As she was lost in her thoughts, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to come face to face with Alex Karev.

‘ I wish there’s something more we could do to help him.’ she sighed as she turned back to the room to look at the family.

‘ There’s nothing we can do.’ said Alex sadly. ‘ We’ve already explained the risks of not performing the surgery, which included death. They fully understood the consequences of their decision and even signed the AOR form. I even almost got into a fight with the father to prove my point. The last thing I want is to get into a fist fight with a patient’s father and put my career in jeopardy again.

‘ I’m just thinking about how the parents will feel when the boy is gone.’ said Amelia, her voice now starting to quiver. ‘ Because I know how it feels to lose a child.’

‘ I know.’ Alex said, nodding his head solemnly. He could recall very vividly every single word Amelia said to him in the attending lounge a couple of months ago. She had poured out her entire heart and soul to him, telling him about her baby who died of anencephaly. His heart broke for her, he had seen several newborns with the condition and they never lasted longer than an hour.

‘ I still don’t understand - how can a parent make a decision which would ultimately lead to their child’s death without feeling remorse about it?’ Amelia asked in a harsh whisper, shaking her head. She knew that her emotions were getting the best of her again. Pregnancy hormones certainly didn’t help either.

‘ Well, as doctors we do the best we can.’ Alex explained rationally. ‘ We inform them of the risk and benefits of each procedure and the consequences not performing the procedure, but ultimately, the patients or family members are the ones who decide.’ he added.

‘I know.’ Amelia nodded her head in understanding.

‘ Are you ok?’ Alex asked when he noticed her face was scrunched.

‘ I just- I know I would never make a decision that would cause harm to my child.’ she said in a shaky voice.

‘ You still miss him, don’t you?’ Alex pointed out as she nodded.

‘ Have you talked to Owen about this?’ Alex asked. ‘ I’m not one to meddle in other people’s affairs- but from what I can see - he really loves you and cares for you, Amelia. I noticed he hasn’t been himself lately since you both were staying apart. You should talk to him, open up to him about how you feel. Tell him exactly what you told me that day in the attendings’ lounge.

‘ I have.’ said Amelia. ‘ Last night- I told him everything about the baby, and it felt good to open up to him. It was like a huge burden was lifted from my chest. But I have not properly apologized to him or explained the reason why I left.’

‘ Go home, Amelia.’ Alex ordered in a gentle tone. ‘ There’s nothing much you can do by staying here, I don’t think the parents are going to change their minds overnight. I’m bringing Arizona to speak to the parents again, and if they still don’t change their minds, we’ll device a plan tomorrow to get him into surgery ok? For now, get some rest first. Go home to Owen.’

Amelia nodded, knowing that Alex had a point.

‘ Ok.’ she said softly. ‘ I will. Please do update me on any progress.’

‘ I will.’ said Alex earnestly. ‘ Now go.’

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By the time Amelia reached home, she was exhausted. The case had drained the energy out of her.

She had dropped by Meredith’s right after work to collect her clothes and belongings.

She had to admit- it felt nice to finally be home again after a few months. Granted, she had a comfortable bed in Meredith’s place and enjoyed the company of her sisters, nieces and nephew, but it wasn’t the same as coming home to Owen.

Owen was reading a journal as Amelia hopped onto the bed, freshly showered.

A moment of silence passed between them. Although the night before,

Amelia had told Owen about the reason why she was afraid to have more babies and told him all about her Unicorn baby, she knew things weren’t totally mended yet between them. She knew deep down inside he was still mad at her for running away from him like that. After all, he had done nothing wrong to deserve that treatment from her.

She glanced at him as he pretended to be preoccupied with his journal, his eyebrows furrowed the way they always did when he was deeply concentrating on a task. Seeing him frown always turned her on. But not when she knew that she might have something to do with this facial expression of his.

Scooting closer to Owen, she linked her arm under his and leaned her head on his arm.

Instinctively, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Although he was still mad at her for leaving him, he missed her tender touch so much. He could sniff the vanilla scent of her hair which he missed so much. As she leaned against him and looked at him with those pleading blue eyes, the eyes he couldn’t say no to, he knew he couldn’t resist.

‘ Owen, I’m sorry.’ she apologized softly.

‘ Sorry for what?’ Owen asked, pretending to be puzzled as he turned to look at her.

Amelia hit him playfully on the arm.

‘ Owen! You know jolly well what I mean. I’m so sorry for running away from you like that. ‘ she explained.

‘ You left with just a simple note, asking me not to blame myself. Of course I was going to blame myself, Amelia.’ said Owen, trying his best to keep an even tone in his voice. ‘ For the entire month after you left, I keep asking myself every night as I lay alone in our bed and stared at your empty side of the bed what had I done wrong. All I did was say that I wanted to start a family, something which you also agreed on. Which was why I was so confused when you suddenly yelled at my face a few weeks later saying you didn’t want a baby. What made you change your mind so abruptly?’ Owen asked Amelia as he cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head up so they were both looking at each other in the eye.

He knew that when he did that, she couldn’t escape his gaze.

‘ I told you I was scared.’ Amelia admitted. ‘ At first, when we were talking about starting a family, I was excited to be starting a family with you. There’s no one else I would rather start a family with. Then a few weeks after that, I was initially so excited when I missed my period and realized that I might be pregnant. I was so excited- that I went around the hospital telling close friends that I was pregnant. I was even plotting on the best possible way to tell you the good news.Then when I asked Meredith how she told Derek- she noncholantly answered that when she was pregnant with Ellis- she didn’t need to tell Derek because he was dead. That was when the memories of the past came back to haunt me. The last time I was pregnant- I didn’t need to tell the father too, because he was dead.’ tears started pooling in her eyes at the memory of her waking up that morning and shaking Ryan’s lifeless body , hoping against all odds that he was just asleep.

‘ And then, just when I thought he had left a part of him in me- the universe had to take away my baby too.’ she added.

‘ There’s no need to be scared, Amelia.’ Owen whispered, at loss of words to say to her. He took her hands in his as a gesture of comfort.

‘ One day when I was 5.’ Amelia continued, ‘ I was in the store room of my dad’s convenience store with Derek. I was happily playing with 2 pennies that my dad gave me. Then 2 men entered in the store. I thought they were just regular customers coming in to buy some stuff. Shortly after , I could hear them loudly demanding something from my dad. Then I could hear the sound of a gun shot piercing through the air. I can still hear it now. I saw my dad lying in a pool of his own blood. I wanted to scream and run over to him, but Derek stopped me, covering my mouth and holding me tight. Had he not done so, I would’ve been shot as well. That was the day my entire life changed.’ she said as her eyes watered.

Owen placed an arm around her shoulder, knowing that it would give her some comfort as he silently urged her to continue.

‘ I wasn’t the same cheerful little girl anymore. Nobody ever laughed or smiled anymore in my family and my entire family walked on eggshells around me. The only person I could talk to was Derek. So I did the only thing I knew- escape. I turned to drugs and alcohol to run away from the pain I was feeling. I even took Derek’s car for a joyride once and crashed it and then overdosed, because I thought that it would take away the pain. It only lead to Derek performing CPR on me to save my life.’

Owen winced at the thought of Amelia almost losing her life before. She wouldn’t have come into his life had Derek not saved her.

‘After graduation and college- I thought I was fine for a while. I studied hard and graduated from Harvard Medical School. I floated from city to city, trying to make a fresh new start. I loved L.A. and I adored my friends there. Then I met Ryan. It was great while it lasted, we both shared our love for drugs, we enjoyed getting high together. We even planned a future together.’ Amelia continued.

She looked up at Owen and noticed a slightly hurt expression on his face. However he silently nodded, urging her to continue.

‘ Then the universe had to take him away from me. Not only that, it took away our baby as well.’ she continued.

‘ Then when I thought I was healed, there came James. He was a nice, decent guy and all that- we were even engaged to be married.’ Amelia now had a faraway look in her eyes. ‘ But then my fear of losing another man I loved overtook me and I did the only thing I knew- I ran.’

‘ And then Derek died.’ she said softly. ‘ I lost my only brother and closest family member. And I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.’ she said bitterly, still feeling some resentment towards Meredith for not letting her say goodbye to Derek.

‘ And now, you came into my life. You- are just different, Owen.’ said Amelia. ‘ I’ve never met such a kind, caring, compassionate, loyal and honest person like you. You show so much passion and dedication in your work, you can be so firm and strict when the need be, but so tender and loving the next. You are so caring and loving towards me, Owen.’ she said looking up to his eyes and seeing him gazing down lovingly at her.

‘ And that scared me. Because you’re too perfect, Owen. There’s no such thing as perfect in my life.’ Amelia admitted.

Owen shook his head wordlessly at her admission. No, he wasn’t perfect, they had this conversation before.

‘ And when you suggested that we start a family, I was scared Owen, scared that our baby would be born anencephalic and we would lose the baby too. And then you would leave me. So I did what I knew best…. I ran. And when I found out that I’m pregnant again….. I just broke down. I didn’t know what to do Owen. I didn’t want to lose another baby.’ Amelia continued.

She looked up at Owen again to meet his eyes.

His eyes showed a flash of hurt and confusion in them.

‘ But why do you need to run? You can always talk to me. I’ll be there for you.I told you I would never leave you, no matter what.’

‘ You don’t get it, Owen.’ said Amelia exasperatedly as she looked up at him with sad blue eyes. . ‘ How can I trust you not to leave when every man I’ve ever loved had left me? My dad, Ryan, my baby, Derek…..’

‘ Do not add me into your list ok?’ Owen said gently but firmly as he tilted her face up to look at his so their eyes met. ‘ Because I’m not going anywhere.’ he said with a reassuring tone in his voice.

‘ You’d better not.’ Amelia half joked as she flashed him a teary smile.

‘ No matter how many times you ask, my answer will be the same.’ said Owen, an earnest tone in his voice. ‘I would never leave you, Amelia.’

‘ Ok.’ Amelia nodded, as she wiped a stray tear from her cheek and leaned onto Owen- feeling the comfort of his heart beating against her chest.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, as his other hand slowly moved to cover her tiny bump where their baby was safely nestled inside.

As they lay there, Amelia began telling Owen about her and Alex’s patient, how his parents wouldn’t let them operate on him, and how they were planning to push him into an OR tomorrow against the parent’s wishes. Owen listened attentively, feeling sorry for the patient and feeling proud of her.

Amelia then began expressing her concern again about the ultrasound appointment the following day and how she hoped this baby would be healthy because she couldn’t bear the thought of losing another baby.

And again, Owen reassured her, telling her that he would be with her every step of the way. She dozed off in his arms, knowing it was the safest place to be.

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At 9:30 am sharp the following day- Owen and Amelia sat in the waiting room of the antenatal clinic, awaiting their turn.

Amelia’s heart was beating fast. This was it. She was going to find out whether the baby she was carrying- her and Owen’s baby- was healthy or not. Chances were, the baby was healthy. Or so she hoped. But what if the baby was not? What if she was the unlucky less than 5% who had another anencephalic child? The universe had it’s way of conspiring against her after all.

She looked around the waiting room full of expectant mothers. Some came alone, some were sitting with their partners or spouses. Some had a bored look on their faces as if they would rather be anywhere but there. Others sported happy looks- excited at the prospect of seeing their baby.

Her legs shook as she pretended to occupy herself with her phone to pass time. She felt a strong warm hand cover hers beside her, Owen had noticed her nervousness. He held her hands in his as a sign of silent support as they continued waiting for their turn.

It might have been just minutes, but it seemed like eternity for the expectant couple before Arizona called them into her room.

‘ Hey’ she greeted them, showing her trademark cheerful smile. ‘ So you’re here for the detailed scan huh?’

‘ Yes, to see whether this baby has a head or not.’ said Amelia noncholantly.

‘ Ooh….I’m sorry. I forget my filter when I’m nervous.’ she chuckled as Owen and Arizona exchanged glances at each other. They both knew about her first pregnancy.

Seeing how nervous Amelia looked, Arizona gently asked her friend all the routine Obstetric questions and performed the normal Obstetrics physical examination. Besides morning sickness, Amelia was doing well, with normal weight gain, blood pressure and blood sugar. She was taking her prenatal vitamins regularly, something she knew she should if she were to ensure normal fetal development. Arizona again reassured Amelia that the chance of a recurrence of anencephaly was low, less than 5%. Amelia nodded, she knew that fact already, but it wasn’t going to fully reassure her.

‘ So are you guys ready to see your baby?’ Arizona asked once Amelia was lying on the examination bed.

Amelia didn’t reply as she turned her head away from the scan machine.

Owen squeezed Amelia’s hand wordlessly as he exchanged a glance with Arizona. They both knew why Amelia was afraid of looking at the machine and their hearts broke for her.

Arizona sincerely hoped that this baby would be healthy. She adored the couple and she wished them only happiness.

Silence filled the room as Arizona entered Amelia’s details into the machine. Amelia still had her head turned away from the machine and Owen was still holding her hand.

‘ Ok, this will feel a little cold,’ Arizona warned as she squeezed the gel on Amelia’s stomach. Amelia shuddered in reflex. She didn’t know if it was from the cold of the gel or due to her nervousness.

Arizona began manipulating the ultrasound probe around Amelia’s lower abdomen as the trio remained silent. Arizona was frowning in concentration, fully focused on obtaining a clear image of the fetus. She adjusted the settings as she continued manipulating the probe. Owen was staring at the ultrasound screen, excited to be seeing his baby. His heart was pounding in anticipation. He had been waiting for this his whole life- seeing his own child for the first time. He tried to hide his excitement though, for the sake of his wife.

Amelia meanwhile, still had her head turned away from the screen.

She could still recall the the first ultrasound she had during her first pregnancy. She had been excited to meet her and Ryan’s baby. But when she saw the look on Addison’s face, she immediately knew that something was wrong with the baby. And when Addison broke the news that the baby was anencephalic- her whole world crumbled.

Therefore she decided that she would not look at the screen, because if she did, what would appear on the screen would be another anencephalic baby. She also didn’t dare to look at Arizona’s face because if she did, she would see the same expression on Arizona’s face as she broke the news that she had another brainless baby. She wasn’t even going to look at Owen’s face, because she couldn’t bear to see the disappointed look on Owen’s face at Arizona’s words.

Instead, her head still turned away from the screen, she sent up a prayer to the powers above to let this baby be healthy. She really couldn’t bear to think of what she would do should the baby have any abnormalities. Should she abort the baby this time? Owen squeezed her hand again, reminding her that he was there by her side this time. This time, she wasn’t alone.

‘ Ah ha! There it is!’ Arizona exclaimed as Owen turned his attention back to the screen.

‘ Here is your baby.’ Arizona pointed out. ‘ 2 hands, 2 legs, a stomach, and ……a head.’ she added, emphasizing on the word head.

Owen’s face broke out into a wide smile. He couldn’t believe it, it was his baby he was looking at , a new being that he and Amelia had created together. He thought their baby was perfect and the most beautiful baby ever.

Amelia’s head was still turned away from the screen. She didn’t want to believe what Arizona was saying. It was too good to be true.

‘ Amelia look.’ he whispered, squeezing her hand, reassuring her. ‘ Look at our baby, he or she is perfect.’ he continued whispering into her ear, stroking her hair gently.

‘ It’s sucking it’s thumb now.’ Arizona announced in a cheerful voice. ‘ Unfortunately it’s legs are crossed so I can’t tell the gender. But everything seems fine.’ she said.

Arizona began the fetal measurements as Owen held Amelia’s hand and continued stroking her hair.

‘ Yep- the baby is growing well, the measurements are at the normal percentiles.’ Arizona said, smiling at the couple.

‘ Amelia- look at our baby.’ Owen whispered into her ear again.

Amelia finally gathered the courage to turn her head to face the screen.

There it was, her and Owen’s baby- with a head, a stomach, 2 hands and 2 legs and sucking its thumb. It was perfect.

Tears formed in her eyes. Her baby had a head!!

‘ The head. Owen, our baby has a head!’ Amelia proclaimed, looking up at Owen with a teary smile. This baby had a head, unlike her previous baby. She stared at the image of her baby on the screen for a few long moments, making sure that Arizona wasn’t lying and that her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. She closed and opened her eyes again. Owen and Arizona were still standing at the bedside, both smiling widely. And yes, the baby still had a head.

An immense sense of relief overtook her as she sobbed with joy, tears running down her cheeks. She cried in Owen’s arms, releasing all the anxiety and fear she had kept inside prior to this appointment. She felt a huge burden being lifted off her shoulders.

‘ Our baby has a head.’ Owen repeated happily, kissing the top of her head as he hugged her, letting her continue sobbing in his arms, wetting his labcoat. He would still love her and their baby so much had this baby not have a head, but seeing her so happy and relieved made him happy too.

Arizona felt warmth in her heart upon watching the couple rejoice at the wonderful news. She wished only good things for them both. She let them both stay in that position for a while before clearing her throat.

‘ Wanna hear the heartbeat?’ she asked, as Amelia gave her a watery smile. The couple nodded eagerly.

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

‘ Well your baby has a strong heartbeat.’ Arizona confirmed, smiling. ‘ Your baby seems fine and healthy.’

Amelia felt a fresh wave of tears rolling down her cheeks as Owen hugged her tight.

‘ You hear that? Our baby is fine and healthy.’ Owen said softly, as he kissed her on the top of her head.

Amelia looked up at him as their eyes met. She flashed him a teary smile.

‘ Yes, our baby is fine and healthy.’ she repeated, letting it sink in. She and Owen were going to have a healthy baby!

Arizona printed out the ultrasound picture and passed it to the couple, congratulating them on the good news.

She walked out of the room, letting them have some privacy.

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Later that night, they laid down in bed, studying the ultrasound picture for the umpteenth time. Owen had his arms wrapped around Amelia as they both admired their baby’s perfect features, studying every single detail of the ultrasound image.

‘ I still can’t believe that we made this image of perfection.’ Owen whispered as he kissed the top of Amelia’s head.

‘ I still can’t believe- this baby actually has a head.’ said Amelia, smiling at the image.

‘ I told you our baby will be healthy. Didn’t I say so? You have to trust me from now onwards.’ Owen pointed out, winking at her.

Amelia gave him playful jab on the elbow.

‘ Alright sir, I’ll believe you from now on.’ she relented as they both chuckled.

‘ But seriously Amelia, you have to know that I’ll love you and this baby no matter what. I’ll still love you both even if this baby had any abnormality. I think it’s important for you to know that.’ said Owen earnestly pulled his wife closer to him.

She looked up at him, studying his honest expression.

‘ Ok.’ she nodded, realizing that she should be thankful to be married to such an amazing man.

They both continued staring at the ultrasound image again, unable to get enough of seeing their baby.

‘ Do you think it’s a boy or girl?’ Amelia asked as she looked up at Owen.

‘ Well, what do you think? I thought mothers know best.’ he said, smiling at her. ‘I really don’t mind either way, although I would love a daughter who looks like you.’ he added.

Amelia smiled, showing her dimples which he hoped their daughter would inherit.

‘ Well, I don’t mind either way too. I just want a healthy baby.’ she admitted.

They snuggled close to each other on the bed, as Owen placed his hand on the slight buldge in Amelia’s lower abdomen where their baby lay. Amelia placed her hand on top of his as they savored the feel of their precious, perfect baby nestled safely inside.

For the first time since she was 5 years old, Amelia finally felt pure joy and freedom from her past. Her dad, Ryan, Derek, and unicorn baby were all in her past, but Owen and their baby were her future. And the future was great.

Comments, reviews, and messages are very much appreciated. I would really love to know what you guys think!

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talia-suskauer · 6 years

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okay so here’s a question. what story would people like to see updated first?

if i let myself go

truth or tumor

juice, popcorn, and a bear

out of the ashes

i just need a little input, y’know? i think once i can get an idea of what story people might wanna see more of first, then i’ll be able to write. because right now my brain is just trying to focus on too many things. so maybe reply to this or send me a message?

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hurricane-jenn · 7 years

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My Favourite Hurricane

This fic was inspired by a song from the show Nashville. It has really helped me get through the pain of the last episode. What I love about this song is that it is a moment where they both look back on their relationship and realize where they both made it go wrong. I think that is what Omelia needs.

I have seen a lot of hate for Owen these days, and believe me I get it. I don’t agree with what he did, but in a way I understand it. He was upset, he made a mistake. Though we hate him for it, we also have to think of what drove him to it. I think that because of this tumor people are letting Amelia off with no blame, shes the victim now. And whether or not her tumor affected how she handled her relationship doesn’t really matter here, because Owen didn’t know about it. To him her words came right from her, she doesn’t want to be married to him anymore. Though I don’t support what Owen did, I am not writing him off just yet like I have seen others do, and I am certainly not placing any blame on Teddy.

That all being said, I hope that you enjoy this fic. I hope that we can all respect each others opinions about the show and it’s characters, and I hope I don’t get a lot of hate for this.

I never questioned, not even once, all of the twists and turns and tumbles of our love. So many nights down on my knees, praying to God that you can learn to forgive me. And underneath the pain you’re my favorite hurricane.

When a hurricane is approaching people are instructed to run for cover. Avoid the eye of the storm at all costs and hold on tight until it blows over. That’s how you are supposed to react to a hurricane.

That’s what Owen remembered from when he was a kid; the things they told them to prepare for, for those hurricanes that would never hit Seattle. But one hurricane did. And it leveled Owen to the ground. Hurricane Amelia.

She had blown into Seattle and swept him off his feet, and he hadn’t looked back since. But every hurricane loses speed eventually, and so did Amelia. Owen had watched the light go out in her eyes as his hurricane blew off in another direction. It hurt him, to be dropped so quickly. Without even realizing what had been happening he had been swept up and spit out, it had happened in a blink of an eye. He had been left ragged and torn in the wake of his relationship with Amelia, but he didn’t regret a second of it. She may have been a hurricane, but she was his favorite hurricane. He was like one of the crazy storm chasers running directly into the eye. No matter how many times she spit him out, he kept chasing. So what made this time different?

This time she hadn’t just spit him out, she had thrown him in the path of another storm, right into the arms of another woman. And he had let her. Instead of turning around and chasing her again, he let himself be caught up in the other storm. His pain from Amelia’s words had pushed him to do something he would regret for the rest of his life. Not only had he let himself kiss another woman, but it had been his best friend, one of his favorite people, Teddy. Not only had Owen ruined his marriage, but he had also ruined one of the most important relationships in his life.

Teddy had left the next day, and he didn’t blame her. She didn’t deserve to be a rebound, and he knew that he was only using her as a replacement for Amelia, and he knew that she deserved so much more than that.

He hadn’t spoken to Amelia in a week. He had been avoiding her. But he had a nagging feeling she had been avoiding him as well because he didn’t even have to work that hard at not running into her; she never seemed to be around. She was still performing her rounds and her surgeries as usual, so has long as he checked the OR board and stayed away from the neuro wing he was good. But he had not seen her in any common ground. Not at the nurses station, not in the attending lounge, not with Meredith or Maggie. It was like she had gone into hiding. This had struck Owen as odd. As mad as he was at his wife for the things she had said, he was also very worried. Once he had calmed down, and after he had already made his horrible mistake, he realized that those words from her didn’t make sense.

Amelia had thrown him away before in their past, but it was almost always to protect him from the path of her storm. She had pushed him away and let him believe she didn’t care for him because she was worried she would hurt him. What if that is what she was doing now? Either way, her actions since arriving back in Seattle had not made any sense to Owen. The minute Owen had told Amelia that Megan was alive, she snapped into action, making plans and phone calls. She supported him emotionally, forcing him to eat and lie down. She had been there for him when he needed her, and then when they returned to Seattle she had practically disappeared. None of what had happened in the past week made any sense to Owen.

He was at the nurses station returning a chart when he saw Webber and DeLuca walk by. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help it. They seemed to be the only people who spoke to Amelia lately, and he needed news.

“I’m worried she hasn’t come to terms with it yet,” he heard DeLuca confide in Webber. “She has been holed up in that on-call room every free minute she has, like she is going to discover a miracle. She barely eats, I haven’t seen her sleep. I’m worried she isn’t fit for surgery anymore.”

Owen didn’t catch Webber’s reply as the two men walked out of earshot, but he had heard enough. Amelia was in trouble. He didn’t know how or why, but something was up. What had happened between them last week suddenly didn’t matter, he needed to get to her. He raced to the nearest on-call room flinging the door open. She wasn’t in there. He tried three more before he finally flung open the door that revealed his wife. She was sitting cross legged on the floor surrounded by what appeared to be dozens of MRIs and countless pages of research. She was so absorbed in whatever she was doing that she didn’t even notice he had entered.

“Amelia?” he breathed, unsure what to make of what was going on.

She looked up at him shocked and then clutched the scan she had been holding closer to her chest as if trying to hide it.

“What’s going on?” Owen questioned. He looked down at the scans around her, noting they all seemed to be of the same very large brain tumor. He bent down and picked one up. Amelia lunged forward trying to grab it out off his hand, but since she was still sitting he was at an advantage. “What is this?” he inquired glancing at the scan. “This thing is huge.”

Amelia, who had been silent since Owen had entered, tried to find the words to say, but came up empty. Instead she felt tears spring to her eyes.

Owen noticed her reaction and became worried. “Amelia,” he began. “Who is this patient?”

She looked at him unsure what to say. She had wanted to tell him, of course she did. She craved the feeling of Owen wrapping her up in his big strong arms and telling her it was going to be okay. But how could she ask for that after how she had reacted?

When Amelia didn’t answer Owen looked back down at the scan. There in the corner was the familiar sticker they used to identify the patient. He felt his heart stop for a second when he read the name clear as day; Shepherd, Amelia.

He looked back up to meet her eyes, concern clouding his, while tears spilled from her own. “Amelia?” he pleaded. “Please tell me this isn’t you.”

“I’m so sorry Owen,” she sobbed. “You weren’t supposed to find out this way. I was going to figure it out, figure out a way to get this out. I wanted to be better, for you. I didn’t want to put this on you.”

Owen took a step towards her reaching out for his wife. She threw herself towards him needing the security of his arms. She buried her face in his neck. “I’m so sorry Owen, I’m so so sorry. I ruined everything.”

“Shhhh,” Owen soothed her, rubbing her back. “Babe, it’s okay, I’m here. We’ll figure this out together.”

“No Owen, it’s not okay,” she sniffled. “I said horrible things to you. I don’t deserve your support.”

“Yes you do. We’ve both made mistakes, and at some point we are going to need to sit down and talk about them all, but now is not the time.”

“I don’t deserve this,” she said, pulling away and looking him in the eyes. “I am only going to hurt you again. There is a reason my family called me Hurricane Amelia. I destroy everything in my path. I didn’t want us to be one of those things. I thought if I fixed this I would be okay. I could be the wife you needed me to be.”

“Amelia,” he said wrapping his arms around her waist. “There is nothing you need to change. Yes we both need to work on our communication, and how we react in a crisis, but I fell in love with you for who you are, and I would never want you to change that. We have both been forces blowing in and messing things up, we knew from the start we would be like this. You may be a hurricane, but so am I. We feed off of each other, and though the destruction is greater, we are also stronger together.”

She looked up at him, a smile ghosting her lips despite the tears that still ran down her cheeks. “But what if what you love is only the tumour? What if when we get this out I am not the same person I was?”

Owen knew that this was a possibility, what if their relationship was built on feelings that she didn’t really have? But he knew what they had, and there was no way it was all nothing. “That isn’t possible. What I feel for you isn’t going to ever change, and I have faith how you feel won’t either. We will find a way to get this out of you, and then we will be strong together.”

She nuzzled herself back into his chest taking in the feeling of his strong arms around her, all she had wanted since she had found out about the tumour.

He ran his fingers through her hair and placed a kiss to the top of her head. “You may be a hurricane,” he confessed. “But you’re my favorite hurricane.”

All I ever did to you and you ever did to me was all we had to do to keep on breathing. Now I see that all along your shadow was my only way standing in the light. I fell down, broke all the pieces. Every time you saved me from coming all undone. And underneath the pain you’re my favorite hurricane.

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ferryboatsscrubcaps · 7 years

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On The Brink

Hi guys!! This fic is based on a prompt from @omeliafics :

'Prompt: Taking place after the S13 finale- Amelia try's to cover up a bunch of pregnancy symptoms from Owen while they're taking care of Megan at the hospital and he notices.'

This is a collab between myself and @ailingnoor. We’ve worked very hard on this and are SO excited about this because we both LOVED the prompt! Part 2 will be coming shortly. Enjoy! :-)

The strong wind was blowing on their faces as both Owen and Amelia stood side by side at the helicopter pad of Madigan Army Medical Centre.

Amelia took a sideways glance at Owen. He had a stoic look on his face, and she wondered what was going through his mind at that moment. Was he anxious? Excited to be reunited with his sister? Or was he still in a daze? She didn’t know. He wasn’t the type to show emotions in public.

She was pleasantly surprised when he suddenly took her hand in his and gave it a subtle squeeze. It indicated that that he needed her support and was grateful to her for being there for him. Although their marriage wasn’t in a good place at the moment and they had many unresolved issues and unspoken words between them, she was glad that at least they were holding hands. They were in this together.

Her heart was beating fast as the helicopter landed and the helicopter door opened. She didn’t know what to expect. She had never seen Megan in real life before, she only had old photos of Megan which Owen showed to her to go by. Owen hardly ever talked to her about his sister, and she never pestered him to open up to her about his family, respecting his privacy. According to what Owen had described in the long car ride to the hospital, Megan was a cheerful, caring, fun loving and witty lady. She gathered that Megan meant a lot to Owen, and both siblings shared a strong bond. She knew that it consumed Owen on the inside to have his beloved sister missing all these years, only to find out that she had been held in captivity. She also knew that this Megan, the Megan who would be returning to them, would not be the same person anymore. Owen’s sister would most probably have been traumatized, tortured and abused throughout her duration of captivity, she reasoned, and therefore would need therapy.

She gave Owen’s hand a subtle squeeze as a gesture of support.

Meanwhile, standing beside Amelia, Owen felt the gentle squeeze of Amelia’s hand. This somehow gave him the comfort and strength he needed to face this moment, the moment where he would reunite with his long lost sister.

His mind was still in a daze, and everything around him was a blur of activity. But when the helicopter door opened to reveal Megan on the stretcher his heart constricted. Although it was too far away to tell if it was really her, he knew deep down in his heart that this was indeed his sister. His beloved sister whom he shared happy childhood memories with, the beloved sister whom he failed to protect, the sister whom he stayed up awake during those long nights thinking of. He missed her terribly and always prayed to whatever powers above to bring her back to him. Now, his prayers have been answered and she was actually returning to him. He didn’t expect the actual moment he had dreamt of and prayed about all this while to feel this way. Now that this moment was here, his heart was racing, but his mind and body numb. Was she even awake and conscious? What would her reaction be upon seeing him? What would he say to her? He had so many things to apologize to her about, and so many things he needed to say to her, he didn’t know where to start.

As the stretcher carrying Megan was wheeled towards them, Owen caught a glimpse of Megan’s pale face. She looked weak and listless and mere shadow of her former self.

The trauma surgeon felt a sudden surge of emotions overcome him. He wanted to run up to the stretcher and give her a warm hug and tell her that she was safe now. But he knew that she wasn’t in the right condition at the moment to receive such sudden display of affection. Instead, he stood rooted in his spot as his eyes followed the stretcher carrying his sister into the hospital building.

Now it was just Owen and Amelia left at the helipad, still holding hands.

Their eyes met. Owen’s were watery as he tried to hold back the tears now pooling in his eyes. Amelia’s were full of compassion and sympathy.

‘ Let’s go in to see her.’ Amelia suggested softly as she gave Owen’s hands another gentle squeeze.

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They didn’t break hands all the way to the elevator, down to the first floor, and down the hallway.

Owen paused right outside of the trauma room where Megan was. Amelia waited patiently as she squeezed his hand as a subtle gesture of support.

After about a minute, Owen took a deep breath and said, ‘I’m ready.’

Amelia nodded in reply and they entered the room.

Nothing could prepare him for the sight which greeted him. His dear sister was lying motionless on the hospital bed, a pale shadow of her former cheerful self. Her hair was messy, her face was deathly pale, and she looked so skinny. Her left hand was being connected to an IV drip set and she was being connected to beeping monitors.

The nurse in charge of Megan was busy recording Megan’s vital signs on the chart.

Owen shook his head as tears began filling his eyes and his heart constricted. No, he refused to believe it. This woman lying on the bed wasn’t his sister. The Megan he knew was cheerful, lively and full of wit and sarcasm.

‘This isn’t her.’ Owen muttered to himself, shaking his head.

‘No, no..’he continued muttering, shaking his head vigorously.. ‘ This isn’t my sister.’

‘Can I have her chart please?’ Amelia asked the nurse politely as the nurse nodded and handed her the chart.

‘Owen.’ Amelia said softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. ‘This is Megan. Look. This is her name on the chart. Although she might not look the same from when you last saw her, this is your sister.’

Ówen shook his head as he looked at his wife with a crestfallen expression on his face.

‘I…..I just can’t.’ he muttered, his voice full of remorse as he turned around and walked out of the room, his head bowed down.

‘I’m so sorry.’ Amelia turned to look at the nurse apologetically. ‘ My husband is just overwhelmed by this recent turn of events, you know, finding out that his sister is alive and being kept in captivity all this while. I think he just needs time to process this.

‘ I know….I understand.’ the young, kind looking nurse smiled at her. ‘Don’t worry about it, this is normal reaction. I’ve been a military nurse for many years, I’ve seen how people react to this type of news.

Amelia smiled back at her.

‘’So how is she now?”she asked softly as she looked at Megan. She had never met Megan in person before, and it made her sad that she had to meet Megan for the first time under this condition.

‘Well, she was in a really dehydrated state when they found her. Apparently the enemies escaped and left their captives abandoned in the basement during the air raid. We’ve hydrated her and we’re monitoring her vitals which seem stable for now. Currently, she’s weak and doesn’t seem to respond when we try to talk to her.’ the nurse whispered as both of them looked in Megan’s direction. Megan was lying motionless on her hospital bed, her eyes shut.

Amelia felt a sudden surge of pity for her sister in law. She couldn’t bring herself to think about what Megan probably had gone through while in captivity. Part of her wanted to sit at Megan’s bedside and hold her hand and tell her that it was going to be okay. But another part of her knew she had to find her husband and convince him to come back into the room to be with his sister.

The nurse cleared her throat, interrupting Amelia’s train of thoughts.

‘ Dr. Shepherd, I have to clean Megan up now. Maybe you can go to find your husband first and you both can come back later after she has been cleaned up.’

Ámelia nodded in agreement, whispering thank you to the nurse before she left Megan’s room to find Owen.

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She found Owen pacing up and down the waiting area, his head in his hands.

He stopped as he spotted her, and slumped down on the nearest sit, still burying his head in his hands.

‘Owen.’ said Amelia softly as she took a seat beside him and rubbed his back soothingly.

‘I know this is hard to accept.’she continued, when the gesture didn’t elicit a reply from him.

‘But Megan is your sister. You told me on the way here about how you miss her so much and cherish your childhood memories together. And now that she’s here, don’t you want to be with her? I know she might not look or act the same as the last time you saw her, but she’s still your sister, Owen. ‘ she added as she continued rubbing his back.

Owen finally looked up at her as their eyes met.

‘ Please.’ Amelia pleaded. ‘ Go in with me to see your sister. Talk to her. She might seem like a pale shadow of herself but she’s in there somewhere. I’m sure she misses you. Go in and be by her side, Owen. She needs you.’

She slowly reached out her hand and he took it as they walked hand in hand into Megan’s room.

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Owen slowly walked over to Megan’s bedside and took a seat as he held her hand. Her hand felt cold in his.

He studied her face, which was deathly pale. Her eyes were shut and he willed them to open to reveal her blue eyes which were a mirror of his.

‘ Megan.’ he whispered. ‘It’s me, Owen.’

His heart sank when there was no response from her.

He squeezed her hand.

‘Megan, listen, I know you’re in there somewhere and you can hear what I’m saying. I’m just so glad that you’re back. ’he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek.

‘ You know - I really thought that you were dead after being missing for so long. Mom thought you were dead too. We had long resigned to that fact.’

‘I’m so sorry Megan- I’m so sorry for giving up on you. I should’ve searched harder….I should’ve....’he shook his head sadly as he wiped another stray tear off his cheek. ‘I’m sorry I let you get on the helicopter. I could have stopped you but I didn’t. Had I stopped you , this would not have happened. I’m so sorry.’

At the other side of the bed, Amelia slowly took Megan’s other hand, her heart breaking at Owen’s words. He had to know that it wasn’t his fault that Megan was held captive and that he had no way of knowing that she was still alive.

Owen sighed sadly as there was no response from Megan.

They both sat in silence on each side of Megan’s bed, holding her hand. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. Megan showed no signs of movement, and her eyes were still shut.

When Amelia checked her watch, she was shocked to realize that 5 hours have passed.

She glanced at Owen who was sat at the other side of the bed, his brows furrowed with worry and frustration.

‘Owen, why don’t we go home and get some rest.’ Amelia suggested, her heart aching for him. ‘The nurses will call us if there are any changes. You look tired and you need some rest too. Things aren’t going to change if we just sit here and wait.’

Owen grumpily obliged and they both left the room after informing the nurses to call them should there be any changes.

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They headed home in silence as Owen stared blankly out the window.

‘ Owen, I know that this is hard for you.’ Amelia said softly, her eyes not leaving the road. ‘ I know it hurts to see the sister you love in this condition. But there’s nothing you can do about it, except to be there for her. I know she might not acknowledge you at first, but she needs you. Just hold her hand and talk to her. She did just escape from being held hostage for many years. This kind of trauma doesn’t resolve itself overnight. Give her time, Owen. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.’

As they reached a traffic light, she stole a glance at Owen. The street lights illuminated his facial features, showing his crestfallen expression. He didn’t say a word throughout the rest of the journey and the entire ride home was tense.

When they arrived home, he quietly got out of the car and headed inside. Amelia followed, feeling worried for her husband. Her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts after the recent turn of events.

They quietly went through their bedtime routines, and as they tucked themselves into bed, Owen turned away from Amelia, still not having said a word to her.

Amelia’s heart sank and she wished she could do more for him.

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The next morning, they arrived at the hospital at 9 am sharp, when visiting hours were open.

Owen walked stiffly down the hall, still quiet as a mouse, as Amelia watched him carefully. He tried to walk right into Megan’s room, but Amelia stopped him.

“Owen, be patient with her, okay? She might be better today or she could be worse. Whatever happens, I’ll be right here with you if you need anything, okay?” she said softly, touching his arm as a gesture of support.

Owen nodded, and spoke for the first time in twelve hours.

“Okay.”

They entered the room to find Megan still sleeping in the same position as the day before.

“Someone should probably readjust her.” Owen suggested.

Amelia muttered in agreement before walking out the door to find the nurse in charge of Megan.

They went through the same routine that day. They stayed by Megan’s bedside the entire time. About every hour, a hospital staff would come in to check on Megan, and Amelia would usher them to the hallway to ask about her progress. Owen sat at his spot beside her bed, just staring at her in silence.

At lunch time, while they were having lunch together in the hospital cafeteria, Owen muttered a few words about his sister and how he hated to see her in this condition. Amelia offered him some words of encouragement and support.

They went back to Megan’s room and Owen sat by Megan’s bedside holding her hand, while Amelia spent the time alternating between sitting on the other side of Megan’s bed and doing crosswords, or pacing the hallways.

By the end of the second day, Megan’s condition remained the same- she had neither improved nor deteriorated. The doctors had informed them that it was no surprise, considering the conditions she had been living in right before her rescue, with no food or water. They mentioned that she probably didn’t get much sleep while being locked down in whatever bunker she was held in. She probably hadn’t slept in days when she was rescued.

Considering they were both doctors and experienced similar situations with their own patients, Amelia and Owen completely agreed with what the doctors told them. But that didn’t stop Amelia from interrogating every medical professional that entered the room or walked through the hallway.

The doctors told them that Megan would wake up soon, possibly within the next couple of days. According to them, her stats were normal, there was no other reason for her still be asleep other than extreme exhaustion. Owen had not opened up to Amelia yet, and she was worried sick about him. She spent her days rehearsing what to say to him in her head, even though she was certain that he wouldn’t respond. He was basically shut down, which wasn’t a surprise to her. She had called the best PTSD therapist she knew to see him, and she really hoped that it would work. He would need therapy now more than ever. Having his sister back was seriously going to change his life, and she knew those memories the Hunt siblings shared together would resurface.

They drove home in silence once again, after visiting hours were over, and Amelia couldn’t take it anymore. Her anger and emotions had been boiling for days and living in constant silence was only agitating her more. Going through the same motions for the past couple of days was too much. She was over this. She had been holding it all inside for Owen’s sake, because she knew this wasn’t about her. Right now, Owen and Megan took precedence.

Usually Amelia was great at burying all of her thoughts and feelings deep down inside. Hell, she did it for a year after Derek died. She worked and worked until Owen came home a year later and made her relive all her true emotions about her brother’s death. However, for some reason, she just couldn’t hide her thoughts and emotions this time around. She felt like this whole Megan situation was different.

She had become quite antsy and annoyed the past couple of months and was feeling more tired lately, despite getting plenty of rest. Plus, she had been throwing up almost every morning for the past 3 months. She had thrown up the past couple of days as well, but Owen had been too tired and too sound asleep to notice. She had managed to hide her secret well up to now, but she didn’t know how much longer could it remain a secret. She knew that Owen would figure it out sooner or later and she had to tell him soon before her growing belly gave it away. She could already notice a tiny bulge in her belly and she knew it was only a matter of time before it became visible to everyone. Just like her previous pregnancy, she didn’t show that early, but at 4 months she knew that she would start showing soon.

She knew that now was not the right time to tell Owen the news yet though, she was afraid it would be too overwhelming for him after the recent turn of events. He needed to focus on Megan first.

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When Amelia stepped out of the shower that night, Owen was sitting on his side of the bed pretending to read a journal.

As she climbed under the covers on her side of the bed, he continued reading his journal without acknowledging her.

‘Owen.’she whispered as he flipped to another page of the journal.

‘Owen’ she whispered louder when there was no reply from him.

Knowing that he had no choice but to face his wife- he reluctantly placed the journal down on his lap and looked at her as their eyes met.

‘ Owen, speak to me.’ Amelia said firmly but softly as she cupped his face in her hands. ‘You haven’t spoken a single word to me for the past couple of days.

‘There’s nothing much to say.’ Owen muttered as he looked down, trying to avoid her gaze.

‘ I know you have a lot to say, Owen.’ Amelia pressed on. ‘Your sister just returned back to you after going missing for 10 years. It’s a lot to process. You just found out that she had been held captive all these years, this whole thing is so overwhelming, I know. Furthermore, she’s still sleeping and we don’t know when she’s going to wake up. I know it’s hard.’

‘ What do you want me to say, Amelia?’ Owen raised his voice. ‘ My sister, my dear sister whom I’m supposed to protect has been held captive for 10 years! I let her get on the helicopter. And now- just look at her. She has yet to open her eyes.’ he shook his head sadly.

‘ Dr. Peterson did mention that her body needs some time to recover. Give her some time, Owen.’ said Amelia softly as she rubbed gentle circles on his back.

‘ I know, but for how long? How long does it take for her to recover?’ he asked, his voice full of angst.

‘I don’t know’. Amelia shook her head sadly. ‘We can just hope for the best.’

‘ Exactly. We don’t know.’ Owen sighed. ‘We don’t know when or if she will ever wake up.’

‘ She’ll wake up.’ Amelia said firmly. ‘ You just need to be patient.’

‘ How do you know, Amelia? It has been 2 days already and she still has yet to move or open her eyes. How do you know that she’ll wake up? How long does it take for your neuro patients to wake up after surgery? She’s not even a neuro patient!

‘’Well, I don’t know ok?’ Amelia retorted, starting to lose her patience. ‘I don’t know when she’ll wake up. What I do know is that we’ll continue visiting her and taking care of her until she wakes up!’

‘What if she doesn’t wake up?’ Owen asked, looking at her with sad blue eyes.

‘ Well then the hours taken to travel back and forth the hospital and sitting by her bedside will have been a waste. Why can’t you just have a little faith, Owen?’ Amelia asked, getting more irritated by the second. ‘I may not know her yet, but I know that she’s a fighter.

‘ You’re right, you don’t know her. You don’t know the person she was before this. All you see now is her lifeless body lying on the bed.’ Owen pointed out.

‘Yes, I don’t know her! But what I do know is that I have been driving you for miles back and forth the hospital, and also helping to feed Megan, change her clothes and clean her up. I’m exhausted too, Owen. So you don’t get to point out that I don’t know her and you don’t get to say that she isn’t going to wake up!’ Amelia retorted in a shaky voice. ‘ You’re not the only one going through this!’

Before she knew it, tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of her baggy night shirt, not wanting Owen to catch her crying. She knew that she had to be the strong one now for them both and for Megan.

Owen felt a sudden pang of guilt at seeing his wife in tears. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts and emotions that he had forgotten she was going through this too. She had not left his side for the past few days and he really appreciated it.

‘I’m so sorry Amelia.’ he apologized ruefully as he gently pulled her in for a hug. ‘ Thank you for being here for me.’

He inhaled the vanilla scent of her hair which he missed so much.

He felt Amelia’s tears wet his shirt and he ignored it as he continued hugging her tight.

They remained in that position for a few long moments before Owen felt Amelia relax in his arms. He looked down to see her eyes closed and her face in a relaxed, contented smile.

He gently placed her on her side of the bed, and draped the blanket over her petite frame.

Lying on his side, he took in every single detail of her body, from her angelic and beautiful face to her slim body. He really missed her soft, warm touch and every part of her. He reached his hand over to drape it across her belly, noticing it felt a little different. But he hadn’t touched his wife there in a while, so he blew off the thought.

Switching off the night lamp, he let himself succumb to sleep, the events of the past few days wearing him out.

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The next morning, Owen awoke to weird sounds coming from the toilet.

Disorientated and still groggy from sleep, he padded to the toilet, rubbing his eyes.

His eyes widened as he saw Amelia hunched over the toilet bowl, retching the contents of her gut out.

On reflex, he ran over to her and lifted her hair as she continued throwing up.

When she had nothing left to throw up, she sank on the toilet floor moaning as Owen flushed the toilet and handed her some tissue paper to wipe her mouth.

‘You ok?’ he asked softly, rubbing her back. ‘Have you been throwing up at all recently?’

‘ Every morning for the past 3 months.’ Amelia replied meekly, as he helped her stand up and led her to the sink to wash her face.

Owen’s eyes widened in realization as he put two and two together.

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omeliashipper · 7 years

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The solution to our problem Part 3

Special thanks to @cizavilation as always for supporting and for being an awesome beta reader. Her advice make my story even better.

Part one: https://omeliashipper.tumblr.com/post/153186227891/the-solution-to-our-problem-part-1

Part two: https://omeliashipper.tumblr.com/post/161472376741/the-solution-to-our-problem-part-2

Secret Santa(same universe): https://omeliashipper.tumblr.com/post/154106278856/double-date

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On this particular Wednesday, Owen was having a slow day in the ER and was wishing he had thought of asking for the day off since Amelia wasn’t working, when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled out his phone to find a text from his wife “911 Dana called”

It had been a few months and they hadn’t received news of a child for them. They spoke to Dana a couple of times and she informed them that it took time to get matched to a child and that she would call as soon as she got news.

Owen needed to know and didn’t want to wait the 5 hours he still had left on his shift. He spied April placing a tablet in the charging station and walked towards her. “Hey Owen! Is something wrong? You look worried” She told her friend when he reached her “I don’t know. Amelia just texted me that the social worker wants to talk to us. Do you think you can handle the ER without me?” Owen asked. April exclaimed “Oh my God! Of course! You need to go! I hope it’s good news for you two!” as she gave him a quick hug and pushed him toward the door.

Owen called Amelia from his truck. “Amelia, I’m on my way home. Did Dana say anything?” He said. He hadn’t realized how nervous he was until his wife picked up the call. “Owen! I’m glad you’re on your way. Meet me in Dana’s office. I told her I was going to see if I was able to get ahold of you and call her back. She just said she needed to talk to us in her office." Amelia answered as she tried to grab everything she needed before she left to Dana’s office. She felt like she was forgetting something but was feeling equal parts excited and nervous and really just wanted to get to Dana’s office and hear whatever she had to say and she knew she couldn’t do it without Owen next to her “Babe, I’m really glad you called and that I didn’t have to go get you at the hospital!” she said.

Owen and Amelia sat at Dana’s desk waiting for her to go and talk to them. Owen was running his hands nervously up and down the tops of his thighs and it melted Amelia’s heart to see how much he wanted this. She tried her best to give him a reassuring smile as she hoped for the best. Dana sat across from them and opened a file. "We have a 17-year-old pregnant girl who chose you to be the parents to her baby boy.” Amelia gasped at the news and turned to look at Owen, who looked absolutely elated as he looked back at her. “Now, she’s 38 weeks pregnant, which means she could be giving birth any day now. Do you think you can be ready when the baby gets here?” Dana asked them. Owen answered immediately “Absolutely!” Amelia giggled and said, “My sister owns the freaking hospital, I’ll make sure I get maternity leave”. “OK then, the birth mother has asked not to meet with you and wants a closed adoption and she left a letter for you, which I will leave with you so you can make a decision. Once the child is born and the 72 hours that we have to wait by law for parental right termination have passed, we will call you so you can pick up your son if you so decide. I’ll give you a moment to read the letter” Dana handed Amelia an envelope and walked out of the office. Amelia held the envelope with shaky hands and turned to see Owen looking at her. He gave her a reassuring nod and she opened it and started reading.

“Dr. Shepherd,

I chose you and your husband to be this baby’s parents because I’m no way prepared to give him his best chance. I also decided to give him to you to give myself my best chance.

I wasn’t planning this. I was 16 and living a pretty wild life with parties and guys. I didn’t realize I was pregnant until I was too far along to terminate because I was so far gone I didn’t notice the changes in my body. I assumed it was hangovers. I didn’t find out I was pregnant until I was showing and went to the doctor to figure out what it was. I stopped the partying after that, but don’t worry. The doctor told me I didn’t hurt the baby. He has a clean bill of health and he moves around like he gets paid to do it.

I had given up. I didn’t think there was more that I could do other than party my life away. I didn’t think I was good enough to do anything else, but your story gave me hope. You turned your life around and you save lives! You work on brains! You give me hope that maybe I can turn my life around and be more than a party girl.

So, this baby is a second hope, for you to be parents and for me to have a real shot at life, if you’ll have him.

The birth mother

Amelia had tears running down her cheeks as she finished the letter and Owen’s eyes were shiny with unshed tears. They were going to have a baby! “Are you ok with this?” Owen asked Amelia, who was for once in her life speechless and nodded eagerly

Dana cleared her throat and said “You are both doctors and know that the baby will probably need a few extra checkups because of the alcohol and drugs that may have been used by the birth mother early in the pregnancy. Are you both willing to deal with that?” Owen nodded and said “We are. Luckily the day care is in the hospital and we are around in case it is needed.”

Dana smiled and said “Ok, then! We’ll finish the paperwork and will let you know when you can pick him up”

Amelia stood up and hugged the woman and they left the office in disbelief of what was happening. They drove home in silence, both still wrapping their brains around the fact that they were going to be parents. Such was their shock that they forgot they had arrived in separate vehicles and had to return for Amelia’s car a few hours later when realized it wasn’t parked in the garage.

The next week was a flurry of activity. Both managed to get leaves at work and spent their time getting the nursery ready. The furniture in the study was moved into storage and they painted the wall in a beautiful light blue. They spent what Owen called an obscene amount of money on baby furniture and clothes. They bought a crib that could later be converted into a twin size bed when the boy outgrew the crib. Amelia decided to decorate the nursery with a space theme. Owen built the furniture while Amelia placed golden stars all over the walls. She found a beautiful solar system mobile for the crib and a lamp shaped like a cloud. Amelia and Owen were enjoying being able to get a nursery ready since it helped then adjust to the idea that they would have a child soon. The nursery helped make it real for them. “I read it’s called nesting” Amelia explained to Maggie when she came to visit and help decorate.

Within a week they had the nursery ready and all the tiny clothes put away in the drawers and all they had to do was wait. They waited patiently with their hearts full of love for their son.

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leowenila · 4 years

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Still Writing and A Quick Hello

Hello! It has been quite some time since I have posted any stories on here and I wanted to apologize for that! It feels like most of my time is spent at work and when I’m not at work; I’m recovering from work. Having multiple ideas for stories and not having time to write them upsets me more than I can simply describe. Then when I have ideas; I want to write them all but never able to finish them.

So; I just wanted to update all of you to let you know that I am still here, writing and loving Omelia just the same if not more than the day I first fell in love with them. And to say a quick hello! Thank you for taking the time to read this post and please look forward to more fics soon!

(Also this moment! The moment they fell in love.)

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toevenexist · 4 years

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Are you still writing Omelia, too? Because there are people who love them more than anything. :(

Yes I’m continuing my ‘darkening’ series xxx

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omeliastoriesbyari · 6 years

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Could it be

This fic takes place after Owen and Amelia found out Teddy is back and she is pregnant. So at this point and time Betty is still living with Owen and Amelia. Amelia is still at the house with Owen because there wasnt enough space at Mer’s for her and Betty. But Amelia was planning to move out with her and betty, she had found a nice three bedroom apartment not to far from the hospital.

Amelia was sitting on the bed she had once called her and Owen’s. She had remeber the time she and Owen lied there for 5 hours cuddling and watching movies. But she knew she had to get over it he wasn’t hers anymore. She started packing some thing she had in the room.

Betty was in the kitchen making herself something to eat. Betty knew that she and Amelia would be moving but she didnt know why. She didn’t atempt to ask her saw the sadness in Amelia’s and Owen’s faces.

“Betty are you eating a turkey sandwich with pickles,” Amelia asked,

“Yea how did you know?” Betty said in such confusion.

“I can smell it from here it smells horrible,” Amelia said before almost gagging.

Betty lefts up the sandwich to smell it but she didn’t smell anything. She just ignored Amelia but that wasn’t she had been doing stuff like that for the past last week. First Amelia breast were so tender she kept rubbing them but Betty thought nothing of it. Then the time after that she smelled Leo’s dinner from outside the house. And the time before this she had head aches for like two days. Something was going on and Betty didn’t know what it was. But then Betty thought about and she knew what it was.

“Amelia are you taking drugs?” Betty busted into the room and asked her.

“What No?! Why would you be asking that.” Amelia said so confused at what Betty was going at.

“Because you have been act weird this past week. Did you and Owen get into a bog fight or somehting.” Betty say with worry in her voice.

“No Betty everything is fine I promise I didn’t take any drugs and Owen and I are having some problem but I’m fine.” Amelia reassures Betty.

“oh ok I’m going to walk to the store really quick. Oh and Owen left Leo here he had an emergency surgery, But Leo is sleeping.” Betty says as she is exiting the room.

About 15 minutes later Betty enters the house with a bag. Amelia is in the room with Leo playing on the floor. Amelia and Leo are laughing together because Amelia is making silly faces.

“Amelia, I looked up your symptoms so I bought you these.” Betty says as she sits the bag next to Amelia.

“Betty, I don’t have any symptoms. Would you stop being so silly?” Amelia says with a giggle.

Ammelia opens the bag in the bag there 4 box of pregnancy test. Amelia feel like there is no point of this she secretly knew she probably couldn’t have kids. She was going take the test to prove that Betty is wrong about this thing. Amelia puts Leo in his crib while he watches Tv. And she heads to the bathroom to take these tests.

“Ok Amelia you can do this,” Amelia tell herself.

After 10 minutes Amelia sits on the bed with one of the tests she took. Amelia look at the 3 dot on the screen before the results pop up. In her heart she was scared to see what the test is going to say. Then she thinks about time that Owen have got her pregnant and she remember the time in the on-call room before they got Betty and Leo. Before she can get deep into her thoughts the results pop up...

9+ week pops up on the test screen. Amelia just stares at it for a moment, how couldn’t she know she was 9 weeks pregnant with Owen’s baby. She usually kept up with her period. Then it hits she pregnant when she didn’t even think she could get pregnant. Out of nowhere she burst into tears she was pregnant this was a miracle. She put her hand on tummy and she just so thankful for this miracle baby she thought she couldnt never have.

I hope you guys like this fic I have been thinking about this for weeks. I will be posting a part two some. I thank all of you for your support I really enjoy writing Fics for people that are interested in the same things I’m in. Kisses I cant wait for the new season i hope they dont Omelia up I dont want Teddy to destory them. If you watched season 14 finale you would have heard Owen tell Betty that him and Amelia didn’t finalize their divorice.

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jordan202 · 6 years

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Maybe This Time - Chapter 7

Thanks for the support to everyone who's asked for an update for this story!

this is most likely the penultimate chapter so I am very excited to share what happens in this one and the one to follow (which I will start planning soon).

HERE is a link for the masterpost with previous chapters.

happy reading, guys!

Maybe This Time – Part 7

Amelia opened the front door with a loud thud, trying to ignore how sore her muscles felt. Earlier that week, she’d come to think that her emotions being apparently out of control again could indicate a recurrence of her brain tumor, but the main concern on her mind at the moment was making sure that nasty cold she’d obviously gotten didn’t get much worse than it already was.

During the entire day, Amelia had pushed through and she had to be honest and admit she looked forward to having a free weekend. A comfortable bed was the only thing she craved at that moment. The neurosurgeon was absolutely sure that after a good night of sleep, she would be restored, which meant there was no point worrying anyone. So when Owen had called her earlier that afternoon to inform her he’d be working late to cover the ER, he’d invariably provided her with a reason not to go to his place that evening, but rather to Meredith’s.

“Amelia, are you okay?”

Maggie’s voice distracted Amelia from her thoughts, making her realize she’d just spent the past few seconds unable to gather enough force even to lock the front door.

“Yeah,” she lied.

The hoarseness in her voice added to the dark circles around her eyes gave away her lie. But it wasn’t until she coughed that Meredith stepped into the conversation, looking at the neurosurgeon as if Amelia was a contagious threat.

“You really shouldn’t be standing there, Amelia, you look like you’re going to faint. Go to bed. And please, just make sure you don’t get anywhere near the children,” the general surgeon added with her typical lack of sympathy. “The last thing we need is for them to catch whatever plague you have.”

“Thanks,” Amelia replied, more bitterly than she would have liked. The neurosurgeon then glanced over at Maggie, seeing she was dressed in her work clothes and looked ready to leave the house.

“Maybe I can get someone to cover for me so I can stay with you,” Maggie suggested. Amelia really did not look fine and she was growing worried.

“Don’t worry about it, Maggie, I am fine,” Amelia insisted, making an extra effort to keep her confidence as she walked to the stairs but a sudden fit of lightheadedness nearly made her nearly lose balance. “You go to work, I will be fine. I just need some rest.”

“You sure?” Maggie squinted, visibly uncomfortable to leave Amelia in those circumstances in the company only of Meredith and three young children.

“Yeah, I will go take some aspirin and lie down,” Amelia forced herself to smile and made a herculean effort to climb the stairs.

Her legs felt as if they weighed twice their usual load and her head was bursting with a throbbing headache. Amelia didn’t know how, but she still managed to get a quick, hot shower before finally collapsing in bed with an empty stomach.

Owen got out of the attending’s lounge bathroom feeling reinvigorated. After a nasty trauma case in which a ruptured artery had soaked him in patient’s blood, he had finally had the time to go clean up and change.

He was still finishing drying his head with a towel, feeling readier than ever to go home when a short woman ran into him.

“Hey, Maggie.”

“Owen,” Pierce’s voice sounded distressed. There was no one else in the room, so she had obviously gone inside with the intention of finding him. Owen found the notion rather puzzling, considering he and Maggie hardly ever had any topic in common. Unless she wanted to talk to him about a patient. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, are you going home?” she asked and the trace of insecurity in her voice didn’t go unnoticed to Owen.

“I am, but I can stick around for a while if you need me for a consult or…”

“No, this is actually about Amelia,” Maggie explained, enlightening Owen about the reason for her restlessness.

“What’s wrong?” Owen asked with a heavy frown, immediately concerned. “What happened?”

“I left the house a while ago just as she arrived from work a couple of hours ago,” Maggie explained. “She didn’t look so fine to me, I think she has a cold or something,” the thoracic surgeon added, seeing the relief on Owen’s face when she explained it wasn’t anything serious. “But she isn’t picking up her phone or replying my messages and I am not sure she is fit to take care of herself. You know Amelia…” Maggie hesitated. “I was just wondering if you could…”

“I’ll stop by to check on her,” Owen answered before Maggie could even ask.

Both surgeons exchange a head nod of gratitude and mutual understanding. Satisfied with herself and relieved that her stubborn friend was now probably not going to escape properly taking care of herself, Maggie left the room, ready to resume work. Determined to make sure Amelia was fine, or at least as fine as it could be, Owen hung the wet towel back on the bathroom rack, not bothering changing back to his street clothes before he left the hospital.

Amelia was still oscillating between sleep and conscience when three gentle knocks made her open her eyes. Assuming it was Meredith, she rolled over with her back opposite to the door and mumbled, irritated:

“Go away.”

Amelia had already closed her eyes again, oblivious to the tall figure that had entered the room engulfed in darkness. It wasn’t until Owen gently lay next to her making Amelia’s body shift with his weight on the mattress that she finally took notice of his presence.

“I have to say, that’s not the welcome I expected,” his deep voice sounded like music to her ears. “But if you want me to, I can leave.”

“No!” Amelia growled, immediately regretting having said such unwelcoming words. She made the effort to turn around in his direction and pull his shirt, stopping Owen from getting up, but that only served to cause another fit of heavy coughing. Too embarrassed, both by her pitiful state and by the nasty way she’d retorted when she yet didn’t know it was him, Amelia buried her face on the crook of his neck, unconsciously seeking comfort. “I didn’t mean you,” she explained as soon as she was able to breathe properly again.

Her skin felt hot to his touch, even a little feverish, Owen noticed. He pulled apart just enough to look at her. At this point, Owen’s eyes had already adjusted to the nearly total darkness, so he could identify the indisposed expression on her face. Amelia looked drained. Her voice was merely a whisper, her eyes were swollen and puffy and even her nose looked like it had suffered enough with a lot of itching and sneezing.

“Did you take something to alleviate the symptoms?” he asked, kissing her forehead before gently pulling a few loose locks of hair from her face and smoothing them on the back of her shoulders. There was no magical cure for a common cold but bed rest, hydration and a couple of pills would probably help her feel better a lot faster.

Amelia nodded her head positively but Owen had a feeling she was lying.

“I swear you’re worse than a kid when you’re sick,” he commented, trying to come off strict but the trace of amusement was clear in his voice. “Come on,” Owen added with as much kindness as determination. “Let’s get you home.”

Amelia wasn’t feeling strong enough to refute him, but even if she were, she probably wouldn’t. The way Owen had deliberately implied he was taking her home had made her feel looked after, taken care of. At this point, she knew there was no one better than him at that, but it still made Amelia feel uneasy to let go completely and surrender to the very inviting idea of jumping in with both feet in their newly rediscovered relationship, considering they still had a lot to talk about regarding what they wanted and expected moving forward.

Amelia loved him. She had no doubt about that. Just as she knew Owen loved her back the same. But even though they had been clear about their mutual feelings, she had no idea if he was still willing to be a family with her. In fact, she had no idea where she stood on the matter.

Amelia could very well close her eyes and picture herself and Owen surrounded by children of their own in a few years time. On the long run, the idea seemed amazing, idyllic even. But truth was, in order to get there, she knew there was a lot she needed to deal with and Amelia just wasn’t sure when exactly she would be able to work on that.

And it was exactly her incapability of providing Owen – and herself – with an answer for those lingering questions that set her off the most.

Because if they decided to be together for real and pick up where they’d left off, it wasn’t fair to Owen that he stayed in a marriage where she knew she wanted to give him kids, but had no idea if she’d ever be able to. Just as it wasn’t fair to her to live with that lingering pressure hovering over her head. That was definitely something they would have to talk about at some point and Amelia had a feeling they couldn’t keep delaying it much longer.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Owen asked as he helped Amelia get up. He’d noticed the subtle changes in her expression as her eyebrows furrowed as if she was having a hard time making up her mind about something.

“It’s nothing, it’s just… My throat is a little sore, that’s all,” Amelia smiled at him at the same time she placed a hand on his cheek and affectionately rubbed it, touched by his concern.

Owen looked into her eyes at the same time he grabbed her slim wrist, giving her a kiss on the palm of her hand before pulling away.

“Stay right there, I will get an overnight bag for you. I think there are some of your clothes back at the house but we are yet to wash them.”

Amelia drew an excessively steadying breath, clearly mocking him.

“I really have to go for the whole weekend, don’t I?” she joked, sending him a flirtatious glance even though she felt awful. “You can barely manage to do your own laundry.”

“You’ve always been better at it than me,” Owen joked, turning on the lights in the bedroom to then grab a small duffel bag and opened Amelia’s closet.

“Why are you wearing scrubs?” Amelia asked with a puzzled expression, for the first time noticing it.

Owen suddenly remembered about the literal bloodbath he’d taken.

“Don’t ask,” he chuckled. “I will tell you that story later,” he settled for saying, focusing back on the shelves.

Owen gazed at the many pieces and frowned, wondering why on Earth had he ever thought of himself fit for the task of preparing an overnight bag, considering how little he knew about women’s clothes. With a shrug of shoulders, he grabbed a handful of the items on top, sorting out the ones he assumed were most comfortable.

Did people really fit in that size of clothes, he pondered, after grabbing what he discovered was a dark green low cut women’s tank top. Judging by the label, Amelia dressed a size S, but was that really an adult size? Owen was surprised at himself that he wasn’t sure. From now on, he was probably going to have to start paying more attention to these things.

After he’d covered tops, Owen moved onto bottoms, grabbing a few pajama pants and leggings from the hangers inside the closet. At last, he aimed for the small sliding drawers, figuring she’d probably need underwear too.

Amelia had just finished finally getting out of bed and was changing from her pajamas to a pair of dark fleece pants when she spotted Owen with the silliest look on his face.

“What are you doing?” she chuckled, watching as he grabbed a couple of her panties and added them to a bag.

“How come I never saw this before?” he picked out a red lacy piece of lingerie from the top drawer and exposed it to her, looking at Amelia as if he was personally offended for not having seen it.

Once again, Amelia’s delightful laughter mixed with a fit of coughing and sneezing.

“Maybe you just haven’t been paying enough attention,” she teased him.

“I very much doubt I’d miss this,” he said, pointing to the seductive object with his eyes. Owen could vividly imagine Amelia dressed in nothing but the sexy red lingerie, her white porcelain skin fiercely contrasting with the vibrant color as she moved on top of him, driving him crazy as… Well, he doubted he’d ever overlooked that. “When you’re feeling better, you owe it to me to put this on.”

“I’ll think about,” Amelia tried to keep a serious face but couldn’t hold her laughter. “What are you doing?” she repeated her question after noticing he had no intention of returning the piece of lingerie back to the drawer.

“Let’s take this with us, just in case,” Owen decided, adding the item to the overnight bag. Amelia smiled at him as she nodded her head in playful disapproval. The neurosurgeon was still busy changing her clothes, enough that she missed the exact moment when Owen finally closed her drawer.

But as he did so, something golden and shiny glimpsed with the movement, catching his attention. Intrigued by it, Owen pulled back the drawer just enough so he could see what it was.

There amidst Amelia’s most intimate belongings, he found the wedding band that had once been on his finger. Owen couldn’t quite figure out why, but the unexpected finding caught him completely off guard, giving him a mix of emotions he struggled to identify.

“Are you done playing with my panties or have you made a new stop at the bras?” Amelia joked, distracting him from his thoughts.

Owen turned his head over his shoulder, gazing at her with newfound affection and tenderness.

“I had totally forgotten about the bras,” he admitted, taking a step in her direction, unable to resist the urge to plant a kiss on the top of her head. “You women have way too many different pieces of clothes.”

“So, you’re saying you think I should wear fewer clothes?” Amelia laughed, raising her eyebrows in indication she felt otherwise.

“That’s exactly what I am saying,” Owen played along, touching his forehead to hers. “But only when it’s you and me, of course.”

“Of course,” Amelia rolled her eyes. “So it’s a private show?” she embarked on his silly game.

“The leads are you and that little red thingie,” Owen smiled shamelessly.

“Classy,” Amelia couldn’t contain her smile. “You don’t even know what it’s called.”

“I don’t need to know what it’s called,” Owen pointed out, his eyes sparkling with desire and affection. “I only need to see you in it,” he informed her with a mischievous grin. “You’re ready to go?” he asked, grabbing the duffel bag and helping her put on a jacket.

“Yes, I am ready,” Amelia smiled at him. It was nearly eleven pm on a Friday night and she was sick. Her body was sore, her throat was hurting and her head was throbbing but after being confronted with the prospect of not spending the evening alone in that bed anymore, but rather with Owen, enjoying his care and his company, she suddenly felt her disposition vastly improve.

“Let’s go, then,” he decided, opening the door before linking their hands as he led the way for them.

“Open up for a happy pill.”

Amelia unburied her face from the pillow, which was a sacrifice in itself, and opened her eyes to glare at Owen just as she did that.

“Back in the day, happy pill meant something else entirely.”

Owen chose to ignore her wicked smile and the obvious reference to her addiction, but when their eyes met, he couldn't help smiling at how unbelievable she was. Once again handing over the ibuprofen tablet, he made another attempt:

“Don’t bite me,” Owen tilted his head slightly to the left, obviously making fun of her. “Take this.”

“I should bite you,” Amelia whispered because at this point it hurt too much to speak.

“You can barely form a sentence,” Owen reminded her, seeing that after the short drive from Meredith’s to his house, she seemed in even worse shape. “Take your medicine so your throat will feel better and you can eat something.”

“Are you going to stop giving me orders at any point?” Amelia rolled her eyes but did as told, reaching out for the pill and the glass of water he held.

“I will think about it,” Owen replied in a lighthearted tone, waiting until she was done with the medication to get back the empty glass of water. Amelia leaned back on the bed again, too tired to remain sitting up. “What do you want to eat? A sandwich or a-?”

“I am good, I think I am just going to go to sleep,” Amelia said, feeling drowsy.

“Not on an empty stomach,” Owen said, again with authority.

Amelia was too exhausted to fight him, so she settled for eating a sandwich he quickly prepared. At that moment, she didn’t know any better, so she simply assumed her nausea had everything to do with the annoying cold she had on.

Throughout the weekend, Amelia did nothing other than to enjoy Owen’s company. He spent the entire Saturday at home with her and most of Sunday too, leaving only for a couple of hours to go cover a colleague at work. When he returned, Owen came back with takeout from her favorite restaurant.

At this point, Amelia’s throat was feeling a lot better, same as her respiratory symptoms, but for some reason, her stomach was still struggling to hold anything down. At that particular moment, it didn’t feel weird to Amelia that she didn’t feel too excited about eating seafood, her usual favorite dish. Supposing her bothered stomach was probably a lingering trace of her viral infection, the neurosurgeon pushed through, eating a small portion mostly to please Owen than because she really felt like it.

Amelia didn’t let him know that she wasn’t feeling exactly hungry, just as she was trying her best to conceal the confusion she felt regarding her own emotions. For a few punctual moments throughout the weekend, she thought about talking to him and exposing her fears about that growing sentiment she had and wouldn’t pass. Something just felt different and even though rationally she knew it was unlikely and even absurd that her tumor might be growing back, Amelia just couldn’t convince herself that things were okay.

“What do you have there?” Owen asked when he came back from the kitchen after doing their dinner dishes.

Amelia was sitting on the couch in the living room with her feet propped up and crossed at the ankles. Her forehead had a heavy frown as she studied something on an iPad. As he came nearer, Owen noticed she was looking at a patient’s scans.

“Anything interesting?” he asked with curiosity. Amelia had spent the whole weekend without mentioning work once. Unless someone had contacted her about a case while he’d been busy in the kitchen, it didn’t make sense that she would randomly choose a Sunday night to study a file.

The neurosurgeon stopped looking at the screen when Owen sat beside her. She seemed to struggle for a while, but when Owen finally made himself comfortable, she finally took a long breath before saying.

“These are my scans.”

Owen assimilated the information, pondering what he should do with it. He looked at the files in her hands and checked the dates, frowning harder. According to the small letters on the screen, those scans were dated six weeks after Amelia’s surgery. Neuro wasn’t his field of study, but they looked alright to him.

“Hmm, these are your control scans, right?” he raised an eyebrow conspicuously as he gazed back and forth from the small screen to his wife, seeing she was nodding in agreement. “What is so interesting about them?”

Amelia made eye contact with him and Owen noticed how deeply she was staring at him. The realization alarmed him.

“I am trying to see if they are as clear as I thought.”

After a few seconds of carefully processing the meaning of her words, Owen scowled as if she was saying nonsense.

“If they’re as clear as…? What are you saying, of course they are.”

Then, as if Amelia needed factual proof, Owen took the iPad from her hands and zoomed in on the image, focusing on her frontal lobe. Weeks after the surgery, all the swelling had gone down. The only thing visible was the bone and soft tissue scars from the craniotomy, but her brain mass looked absolutely normal.

“Amelia, you had an encapsulated benign tumor which was completely removed,” he reminded her, frowning hard. Owen was sure she knew that better than he did. “You made a full recovery. Why would you for a second have any doubt that your scans aren’t as clear as you and your surgeon saw they were back then?”

Amelia felt tears building up on the back of her eyes at that exact moment. Damn it, why did she have to feel such an emotional mess all the time? That was it, she thought. She couldn’t hide it anymore. She couldn’t keep that to herself. It was consuming her too much and she had to share it with someone she knew wouldn’t judge or call her crazy for it.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” she confessed, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from breaking down in tears. “In one moment, when I am happy, I feel like I am the happiest. And then on the next, when I am sad, even if it’s for a silly reason, sometimes I feel like I could cry. But it’s not this black and white, you see, it’s subtler than that, I can’t explain it…” she sniffed, leaning over him seeking comfort. Owen wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, encouraging her to talk more. “I feel like I don’t have as much control of my emotions as I did when I started recovering from my surgery. Even though I was confused, I knew I got a hold of myself. And now… I don’t know… I can’t explain it,” she felt the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“Try,” Owen suggested, gently wiping it from her cheek with his forefinger.

“It isn’t like when I had the tumor, I think,” she said with sincerity. “Back then, I was completely out of control and couldn’t understand why I acted so impulsively. It was like I just did things and then I felt guilty that I’d done them but couldn’t understand why I’d felt the urge to do them…” Amelia took a long breath, trying to process her own emotions. “Now, I feel like I can control my impulses, so that is not the issue, but I just feel like things that wouldn’t normally make me want to cry now kind of do… And the closest thing I’ve ever experienced that feels like that is that goddamn brain tumor… so I freaked out and I just got this insane idea in my head that somehow it could have grown back, even though I know that medically speaking it makes no sense. Does that make any sense?”

Owen blinked repeatedly, trying to keep up with her fast speech. He settled for tightening his grip around her and planting a kiss on her temple.

“You’re fine, Amelia. I can tell you, you’re fine,” he assured her. “You know, for the past year when you were sick, you weren’t acting like yourself,” Owen informed her with a sad smile. He didn’t want to reminisce about that because it was painful, but luckily, it was in the past. They had already gone through those feelings and apologize for the harm they’d invariably caused, even though none of them had meant to. “We’ve been together for weeks now and not once you’ve given me any reason to believe you’re slightly different.”

Amelia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she fully absorbed the meaning of his words. It felt like they had just taken a huge load off her back.

“God…” she sighed, feeling more relieved than she’d felt in days. Amelia laughed a little nervously, but only because she had never imagined how good it would do her to have that conversation with Owen. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear this…”

“How long have you been keeping this to yourself?” Owen asked with a censoring look at the same time his eyes were loaded with warmth.

“Too long,” Amelia confessed. “I know it’s probably crazy but… Do you think it would be too much if I got a new scan tomorrow, just in case?” she bit her lower lip, desperately in need of comprehension. “I know the new one isn’t scheduled for another few months but I just…”

“You probably won’t find anything in it but if it’s going to help you end this agonizing doubt once for all, then do it,” Owen said with an understanding smile.

Amelia let out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding and hugged him again, settling for spending the rest of the evening in his arms. There was something too comfortable and too secure about the way Owen held her that made Amelia think she wouldn’t be safer anywhere else. She should have gone to him sooner, she realized. The first moment that doubt had arisen, Amelia should have gone to him and shared her concerns. It was incredibly helpful to talk to someone who understood her because it really put things in a whole new perspective.

Feeling much calmer now, Amelia slowly dozed off, thankful not only for the heavy burden that had been taken off her shoulders and the cold symptoms that were almost gone now but mostly for the amazing man holding her in his arms.

On Monday, before she went to her department to start her activities at work, Amelia took the elevator straight to radiology. Owen had wanted to come with her but she had to repeatedly assure him there was absolutely no need to, considering they were both sure the scan would turn out to be negative.

After filling out a request for her own test, Amelia waited to be squeezed in the electives of the day and then she sat outside the MRI waiting area. A few minutes later, the neurosurgeon was given the standard form that every patient needed to fill out before being submitted to the exam, one that she’d filled out too many times before.

Amelia knew that unlike a CT, which contained radiation, an MRI machine worked with high magnetic fields, which could be hazardous for some kind of implantable devices, hence why everyone had to answer questions before it. As she crossed off the checkboxes with multiple questions about pacemakers, surgical history and medical diseases, her eyes distractedly scanned the familiar questions, automatically filling each one of them.

But it wasn’t until Amelia reached half the page that she suddenly furrowed her brows.

For female patients.

13. Date of last menstrual period.

14. Are you pregnant or is there any chance you could be pregnant?

15. Are you experiencing a late menstrual period?

More questions followed, but those were enough to make Amelia stop at her tracks and really feel her heart racing in a response that had nothing to do with the possibility of having a brain tumor.

Date of last menstrual period.

God, she couldn’t remember. It had probably been a couple of months ago? Amelia’s cycle was usually very reliable but ever since her tumor and the response her body had had to the trauma of surgery that had temporarily changed and she’d lost track. So she really didn’t remember.

Are you pregnant or is there any chance you could be pregnant?

No. There wasn’t, right? Or… Well…

Amelia felt her heart racing even faster. Before their marriage, she and Owen had never really worried much about contraception because she’d had an IUD, which she’d gotten removed right after they’d decided to start trying for a baby. So basically, throughout their entire relationship, they had gotten used to having sex without having to worry about consequences. Right when the possibility of conception had become their goal, their marriage had collapsed, causing them to stop trying at all. But later, when they’d rekindled their romance, none of them had really stopped to reconsider that small detail, Amelia realized.

Oh God, she breathed out heavily. How could she have been so blind? She, who had always been so absolutely careful about contraception, especially after her first pregnancy?

Her palms were sweaty, her mouth dry and her vision became slightly blurry but Amelia forced herself to concentrate.

Could it be that, deep down, Amelia had sabotaged herself, she pondered? It was really hard to fathom that she would simply obliterate such an important detail like avoiding a pregnancy. And yet it had been exactly what had happened.

Perhaps if it had been anyone else, Amelia wouldn’t have done it. But Owen had his own special way of making Amelia feel so safe and looked after that maybe she had involuntarily risked it? Because deep down, she wanted it just as much as she knew he did and knew that if she’d simply waited for the right moment it might never come?

No, that didn’t make any sense, she thought.

Amelia dropped the form on the empty chair beside her and propped her elbows on her knees, burying her face in her hands. Her mind was boiling with a million thoughts per second. Her emotions were mixing and she only managed to get up and get herself together when she realized that she didn’t know if she was pregnant. The fact she had had unprotected sex did not mean she was pregnant.

Sure, she was experiencing some symptoms. But to go and say that a pregnancy was causing them was nearly as crazy as to say that a tumor was causing them… right?

But between and tumor and pregnancy…

Amelia was just getting cured of a cold. Surely that explained why she’d been relatively nauseous for the past week. It still didn’t explain why her emotions seemed to be shifting with more ease than ever, but still, that could be just an impression.

With a heavy sigh, Amelia cast those thoughts aside. She had to be practical. She had gone there to get a brain MRI to exclude the unlikely possibility of a brain tumor recurrence. She would get it. First things first.

But as she processed the situation and finished filling out her forms, proceeding to change her clothes to a patient gown to then be escorted to the exam room later, Amelia’s mind couldn’t help reminiscing.

Are you experiencing a late menstrual period?

As she lay on the table having her head positioned for the exam, Amelia tried not to panic thinking about the answer to that question.

Yes. Yes, she was experiencing a late menstrual period. In fact, considering all the craziness of post-surgical mayhem added to the effects the stress had had on her body, after a quick math she could assume her period was a couple of weeks late.

Even though the exam didn’t take more than fifteen minutes, for Amelia, it felt like two hours. Her palms were still sweaty and her heart rate accelerated when she went behind the computer screen to check the images. They were clear, as expected, but they weren’t the ones causing her fit of anxiety. Not anymore.

As she strode through the halls as if her own feet were guiding her, Amelia suddenly found herself in the ER floor, instead of the surgical wing. The neurosurgeon swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on what she had to do.

A tall, blonde man with broad shoulders and the most dazzling masculine smile was just laughing at something one of the residents had said when she took a few steps in his direction. But the lightheartedness quickly vanished from Owen’s face when he noticed the serious look on Amelia’s face as she walked in his direction.

Suddenly connecting her sudden appearance in the ER and mysterious expression to the result of the MRI he assumed she’d just had, Owen couldn’t help himself.

“What is it?” he asked, interrupting the residents, who all stopped talking all at once. “What happened?”

Amelia stopped at her feet, uncomfortable by the presence of the three virtual strangers who looked from Owen to her with a mix of apprehension and expectancy in their eyes. It was obvious her husband had just been teaching them something, but at that moment, she was too alarmed to care about the interruption.

“Can you come with me?”

Owen didn’t answer with words, instead, he followed her to the nearest empty exam room and closed the door after them. Amelia noticed the alarm on his face and instantly picked up on his assumption.

“My MRI is clean. It’s all good.”

The relief was visible on his face but only for a moment, since it was instantly replaced by a confused expression. Amelia kept staring at him, wanting to explain, but she had no idea where to start.

She needed to find out the truth soon. And this time around, for this particular exam, Amelia definitely needed Owen beside her as she waited for the results.

“Owen…” she took a step forward and reached out for his hands, squeezing them both to give and get reassurance. There was a big chance they might be in for the wildest ride of their lives and Amelia had feared that moment for far too long because she knew better than anybody just how wrong it could go. And that was exactly why she needed so much to know she could rely on him for whatever might come next. “I think I might be pregnant.”

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