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The Darkening Pt. 17
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Chaptor 16
“Everyone is treating me like a time bomb” Amelia said walking slowly into one of the upstairs bedroom. The white sky was dulling its light as the evening rolled in, a pair of tea lights sat in two corners of the room. Nina chuckled, declaring “well you sort of are”, pulling out a tape measure.
“Even the kids are coddling me” Amelia said, shaking her head, lifting her top up and tucking it into her bra, folding her arms across her breasts, allowing Nina access to her stomach.
The air was chilled, goose pimples pricked up on the surface of Amelia bump and she shivered.
“Everyone is bored, and you and this baby are the most exciting thing that’s happening” Nina said, taking the tape from around Amelia’s waist, continuing to measure the vertical circumference of her bump. She twisted her lips.
“It’s crappy” Amelia stated, tipping up her chin, shrugging her shoulders, trying to shake some of the tension that was building due to the cold.
“Well, you have less than three months now” Nina said indicating the scales with a tilt of her head. Amelia stepped on and looked up, not wanting to see.
Nina eyes the display and frowned, her brow furrowed briefly as she read the number.
“Right you, lie down please” she said, patting the bed. Amelia sat down, huffing, then lying down. “Arms up by your head please” Nina ordered, sitting down beside Amelia’s legs, analysing the shape of her bump. Amelia put her hands behind her head and gazed up at the ceiling.
“Did you get a portable ultrasound?”
“I did”
Amelia’s eyes flicked down when Nina laid her hands on her stomach and began palpating. “Are you going to do a scan?” Amelia prompted.
“Um…” Nina answered distractedly, pushing firmly. “I think so, yeah…” she pushed harder, biting her lip.
Amelia frowned, clenching her teeth. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no nothing, sorry, that’s just my face” she said, smiling. There was a knock at the door and Owen peeked in, Nina turned. “Hey could you quickly just run and get Arizona for me?”
Owen’s face morphed quickly to one of concern. “It’s fine, really, I just want to pick her brain” Nina said, smiling again. Amelia wasn’t falling for it.
“Nina what’s going on?”
“Amelia, seriously nothing”
Amelia ground her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, feeling her heart beating hard. In the time they waited for Arizona and Owen to return, they didn’t speak, Nina just moved about Amelia, checking her blood pressure, and checking her limbs for swelling. She smiled, “All good here Amelia” she said, sitting back at her side, laying her hands on Amelia’s stomach again.
She pulled out her stethoscope and began to listen for a heartbeat. Amelia turned her face to the window. It was still snowing. The flakes of falling snow only just decipherable against the whiter sky.
“Hey” Arizona entered, followed by Owen. Owen stood by the door, not wanting to get in the way. His eyes were wide, fixing on the two women beside his wife.
Nina forced a smile wider than was necessary and said, “Hey, come and just have a feel here will you?” Arizona caught on to the smile and saw Amelia’s steely gaze off out of the window. She smiled warmly and nodded, moving to the other side of the bed, climbing on, blocking Amelia’s view.
Amelia looked back to the ceiling, closing her eyes when she felt Arizona’s hands on her. “This is her weight…” Nina spoke quietly, showing Arizona her notes, “and the fundus height, and see her other measurements” She continued.
“How many weeks?”
“27” Arizona nodded, keeping her poker face, feeling Amelia’s bump again. Amelia moved her hands from behind her head, to over her face. She bit her lip.
“Guys, come on…” Owen said out of frustration, throwing his hands up. Arizona mouthed something to Nina, and Nina nodded.
“I want to do a scan to check, but guys… I don’t know how we missed it, but… I guess it happens…”
“Nina… what are you saying?” Owen interrupted her loudly, stepping closer.
“I think you’re having twins” Nina said. Her sentence gave way to a stunned silence. Amelia uncovered her face, looking to Nina as if she were crazy. “I can… well we can…” she indicated Arizona and her, “feel two craniums, and your weight and measurements are more than is normal for a single.”
“Let’s get a scan?” Arizona said to Nina, dismissing the couples silence, reaching down for the small machine and passing Nina the conductive gel.
“But… we have done scans, how did you miss it, Nina, how did…”
“Amelia, I don’t know, it’s rare, but our machines are not the best there are… it happens”
“Wait stop there” Arizona interrupted, sticking out her hand. Nina froze her hand, where she held the transducer against Amelia’s firm stomach.
Amelia searched out Owen with her eyes. She found him standing with his arms hanging limp, his skin pale and his eyes wide.
“You see that?” Arizona asked, leaning towards Nina, who nodded, slowly moving the transducer.
“Please, tell me what’s going on, I can’t bear this” Amelia spoke tearfully, the words burst from her mouth. Her outburst shocked Owen into action, and he was kneeling beside her head in seconds, taking her hand.
“What we have is monoamniotic-monochorionic twins”
Amelia laxened her neck and scrunched her eyes shut, “Oh.”
“Are you sure? Are you sure, because they’re so rare?” Owen voiced erratically.
“Yes, look” Nina said, showing them the screen. “You’re one is sixty thousand.”
Amelia began to cry, hiding her face in the crook of her arm, chest heaving.
“They’re okay, their cords aren’t tangled, and they’re in good positions, the position of their shared placenta is good and healthy they’re both good and equally sized. They’re both strong Amelia. This just means we’re going to need to monitor you and them very closely. Most importantly we need you and them as calm and rested as possible.”
Amelia shook her head, tears stringing from her eyes, “It’s too risky, they could die, they could get tangled, or one could hog the blood, or… or com...compressi”
“Amelia… Amelia breathe, all we can do is our very best okay? I believe we can do this, I would tell you if I didn’t, and I’d be running across the country figuring out what we need to do. But I DO believe we can do this. Just breathe”
Owen soothed Amelia’s hair back and pressed three firm kisses to her face.
“It’s okay, we’re alright, we can do this” Owen said, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. Amelia wept, nodding, gasping. “Breathe, come on, let’s sit up” Owen said, heaving her up and sitting behind her, wrapping her in his arms and holding her firmly.
She calmed, closing her eyes, drooping her head. She clutched at Owen’s arms, squeezing them as she steadied her breathing. “I want to put these on Amelia…” Nina said, holding up two compact fetal monitors. Amelia nodded, swallowing, feeling suddenly delirious and nauseous. She sat forward, attached to Owen only by his hands in hers.
“This is how we’ll be able to detect compression, and if their cords tangle, alright, we’ll catch it” Nina said, correctly positioning them against the babies backs. Amelia breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, squeezing Owen’s hands.
“Amelia… Amelia look at me” Arizona spoke firmly. Amelia opened her eyes to find Arizona directly in front of her. “You’re safe okay, this isn’t bad news, we just need to adapt to the news, okay? Alright? You’re having two babies, identical twins! That’s amazing Amelia” She said, smiling genuinely, nodding.
Amelia nodded, slowly, cautiously smiling too. Arizona laughed softly, smiling wider, “this is good” she said, and Amelia laughed, and felt some relief at Arizona’s reassurances. “Look, look at these strong heartbeats… look” Arizona said, bringing the fetal monitor close. Amelia looked down tentatively, taking in the reading. She calmed further and pulled Owen’s arms around her.
“Come on, let’s get downstairs to the warmth and get some food, some tea?” Owen said, dropping a kiss into the crook of her neck. Amelia sniffed and nodded, shifting to the edge of the bed. She bit her bottom lip and breathed evenly through her nose as she carefully pulled her vest top over her stomach, trying not to nudge the monitors. Nina and Arizona watched her with concealed concern. Arizona offered her hand to help her rise. Owen offered his hand too and Amelia took both with a sigh.
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“I just want to go to sleep” Amelia told Owen as they made their way down the hall, to the stairs.
“Okay” Owen said, walking behind her holding the fetal monitor she had attached to her in his hand. He ghosted his other hand at her back, just in case she needed catching.
His hand shook, as his fears briefly overwhelmed him. He swallowed them back, but was unable to rid himself of the anxiety he felt at the prospect of Amelia carrying their two babies, identical twins. He set his eyes at her lower back, trying to allow the news to sink in.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and were greeted by the group, their smiles faltered, as they took in the couples expressions. Evelyn stood up and approached the pair, “What’s wrong? What happened? Amelia, are you okay?”
Amelia smiled tentatively, though her eyes still gleaned with tears. “We’re having identical twins, they share a placenta” Amelia said, moving further into the room. The room gasped, understanding the increased risk, understanding the need for the fetal monitors. “This… is good, guys” Alex said, “are they both okay?”
Owen nodded, following Amelia with the machine.
“Do you want the couch?” Megan asked, beginning to stand up.
Amelia shook her head, “No,... thank you, I want to lie near the fire” she said, sinking down atop a heap of pillows and blankets that she and Owen had slept on the previous night, alongside the fire.
“Mn cold” she said, lying on her side, sighing, closing her eyes. The group looked between each other. Owen pulled the blanket up from her feet, and she wrapped her arm around it at her waist, hugging it close.
“What’s happening, what does that mean?” Ray asked softly to Evelyn. Evelyn smiled at Ray and pulled her against her side. “Amelia is having two babies, and they’re identical, so that means they’ll look just like each other…” Ray gasped, grinning.
“Really! That’s like a magic trick”
“But… it does mean that Amelia is going to need to rest much much more and we need to be extra helpful” Evelyn said quietly, squeezing the girl lovingly.
Ray moved from Evelyn’s embrace and approached Amelia. “Not just now Ray, let her sleep” Owen said, shaking his head. He sat watchfully, elbows to his knees in the armchair. Ray’s smile dropped, and her shoulders sank. She nodded. “No” Amelia turned her head, smiling softly to Ray. “Come here you, I need my Ray of sunshine” Amelia smiled, beckoning her over.
Ray giggled and sped over, dropping in front of Amelia, lying with her back to the fire. She wrapped her arms around Amelia and nuzzled into the circle of the embrace. The little girl closed her eyes tightly and inhaled Amelia’s fragrance, finding comfort in it in a way she’d found comfort in her mother’s arms. Amelia found herself smiling, she pressed a firm kiss into Ray’s curls and closed her eyes too.
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“You hungry Ginny” Amelia uttered softly, closing the kitchen door behind her and the cat. It was late. Everyone was asleep, everyone but the babies, “babies” Amelia mumbled, shaking her head.
Ginny wound herself around Amelia’s ankles as she put down the fetal monitoring machine, and the gas lantern, on the kitchen counter and pressed her hands against her stomach.
Ginny meowed, the first sound Amelia had ever heard from her, more of a raspy ‘Ha’ than a meow. Amelia tilted to see the cat around her bump, “sweet baby” Amelia said, smiling tightly.
Ginny jumped up onto the table as Amelia scraped some cat food into a bowl. Amelia stood and watched her eat for a moment, appreciating the distraction. “Two babies Ginny, how am I gonna do this?” Amelia mused, sighing. “I need pears” she told the cat, turning and opening a cupboard, finding a can of pears and then sitting down.
Wolf wind howled outside, the snow had yet to cease. Something about having everything they needed, and not needing to leave the house, made the prospect of being snowed in sort of pleasing. It made Amelia feel safe.
Amelia hummed with delight as she bit into a pear quarter, lifting her feet onto the chair beside her, crossing her ankles. Ginny began purring as she ate. The room was still warm from the evening, so Amelia let her blanket fall open, setting the can of pears on her round stomach and swept her hair back over her shoulders, it was getting so long, she made a note to ask Evelyn to cut it soon.
The kitchen door creaked open and Amelia’s eyes darted to see who was entering. She relaxed into a soft smile when she saw it was Owen. His eyes brightened as he took her in, warmth and love, and adoration radiating.
“I woke up and you weren’t there” he said, moving to the chair where Amelia rest her feet, lifting them and sitting down, settling them on his lap.
“I couldn’t sleep” Amelia said, eating another pear piece. Owen eyed Ginny, smile lingering. “The…” Amelia smiled cautiously wider, “babies” she said, meeting Owen’s gaze. They both smiled wider, sharing their astonishment at the idea. “They are fidgeting too much… when I’m lying still” She said, looking down at her stomach, still holding onto the can, so that it wouldn’t be shifted off by the movement of their offspring. Owen nodded slowly, eyeing her stomach too.
“I still can’t believe there are two in there…” Owen uttered quietly, shaking his head. Amelia chuckled softly, nodding, and then shaking her head too. “Me either… I’d just… I’d thought we just had one really active baby”
They sat in silence, swimming in their own thoughts. The snow grew heavier outside and began to pummel the window, hailing now. The window rattled quietly, and the pair both eyed it, smiles still lingering. The snow calmed Owen too.
“Nina and Arizona are getting along well” Amelia said, eyebrows raised, mischief glinting in her eyes.
Owen seemed taken aback. “Really, is… is Nina gay?”
“Oh definitely, I get vibes.”
“Well… if you get vibes” Owen smirked, sitting back in his chair, thinking about it.
“Our whole time away from here was just to get Arizona a girlfriend” Amelia quipped, tipping her head back to drop a large piece of pear in her mouth. Owen laughed quietly.
“Yeah that and to find you an OB” Owen said, nodding to her.
“Oh and that” Amelia said, putting down her can of pears on the table. “Could you get me some water?” Amelia asked. Her first thought had been to get it herself but then her eyes had fallen on her husband.
“Yeah” he said, getting up. He ran his hand from Ginny’s head to her tail and the cat purred and stretched, walking across the table, turning to Amelia when Owen turned his back.
“Why did you wake up?” Amelia asked him, watching him move around the kitchen, stroking Ginny.
“I was cold, without you next to me and the fire had died a little”
Amelia sat quietly, watching as Ginny went back to her food.
“Here” Owen placed a glass of water next to her on the table. “Your hair is so long” Owen said, threading his fingers through it. Amelia took a sip of her water and hummed, lolling her head back. “And thick too, it’s untamable, I was going to get someone to cut it, maybe Evelyn”
“I can cut it”
“You can’t cut hair” Amelia told him, chuckling.
“How do you know that, I can, I did when I was in the army”
“I don’t want a buzz cut Owen, just a few inches”
“I can do it now” he said and Amelia tipped her head back, trying to see if he was serious. He just grinned, holding her hair. “Are you serious?... well you like my hair, so if you ruin it, you’ll be sad too” Owen nodded and grabbed a pair of scissors. Ginny sat next to Amelia on the table now, cleaning her paw.
“You can’t visibly mess up too much any way, my hair is so thick because of the pregnancy”
“Hey, I’m not going to mess up, have a little faith.”
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How Does A Moment Last Forever II
So this story got such a good feedback from you guys, I definitively wasn’t expecting it. Thank you so much!! 💜💜💜💜
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How Does A Moment Last Forever II
Meredith looked at the ultrasound screen and saw what looked to be a blurry image of a tiny baby.
“Congratulations?”
Amelia’s world stopped. Breathe Amelia, just breath. – she told herself. She felt Owen’s grip on her hand tightening and his voice calling her name. She could hear the confusion, the questions and the surprise.
But all she could do was look at Alex Karev, knowing he would understand the look in her eye.
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“Alright, everybody out!” One by one, the others started leaving the room, Meredith being the last, but not before gently squeezing Amelia’s shoulder, letting the neurosurgeon know she was there for whatever she needed.
Amelia closed her eyes, grateful for Alex’s attitude, taking charge of the situation.
“Amelia?” Owen was still holding onto her hand, with no intention of letting go. “Amelia, wha-“
“Hunt, out!”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Alex sighed. He was never a fan of the trauma surgeon. “Look, this is her business. Not yours. You’re not her husband anymore, you made sure of it, that was your choice. So, get out!”
Owen clenched his fists and took one last look at Amelia, who still had her eyes closed, and reluctantly left the room. He still felt like he had a right, on some level, to be there, after all, she was pregnant with his baby, he hoped so. But as much as he hated it, Karev was right. He wasn’t her husband anymore. And not for the first time, his stomach tightened at the notion.
“Is everyone gone?”
Karev turned back at Amelia, “You can open your eyes now.” She did as he said, and there was no hiding the tears already forming in her eyes. “Want me to leave too? So you get some alone time to think?”
“Can you stay here? Please…”
“Of course.”, Alex said, as he took a seat on the stool previously occupied by Owen.
The two doctors sat there in silent for what felt hours, when in reality only a few seconds passed.
“What am I gonna do, Alex?”, her voice so soft, almost souding like a scared child.And even though Alex knew she definitively wasn’t a child, he also knew she was feeling absolutely terrified.
“I can’t answer that for you.”, he grabbed her hand, “But I am going to be here, for whatever you decide.”
“I can’t abort this baby. I mean, it’s a miracle, right? A baby is a miracle.”
“Then you keep the baby. I know you’re gonna love this baby no matter what.”
“I feel like I already do. Is that weird?”
Alex smiled, “No, it’s not weird.”
“God, everything is such a mess right now. I’m divorced and my ex-husband and father of this baby, who I may or may-not still have feelings for, is in-love with another woman. This is not how I imagined I’d be a mother again.”
“I thought you didn’t want kids…?”
“Owen thinks so too… Because that’s what Tumor Amelia told him.” She laughed somberly, “But I do, I’ve always wanted kids, lots of them.”
“Well, you’re off to a good start then.” Amelia laughed, her real laugh, and Alex felt like his job was done, at least for the time being. “How’s the pain?”
“Better, it’s mostly uncomfortable right now.”
“Do you feel ready to talk to Hunt?”
That was a very good question. Did she? Logically, Amelia knew she had to. He had the right to be there for the child. And she had absolutely no doubt he would be. She knew for certain that this baby was going to have the most wonderful and loving father any child could hope for.
“Give me 10 minutes, and then let him in, please.”
Alex nodded and silently left the room. And to no one’s surprise, there was Hunt standing right outside, noticeably anxious and worried.
“How is she? Is she still in pain?”
“No, mostly uncomfortable.”, as much as he didn’t like the guy, Alex was glad the trauma surgeon seemed to be worried about Amelia, and not only for the baby.
Owen moved forward, ready to enter the room, but Alex blocked his path. “Give her 10 minutes. Let figure herself out, alright?”
The trauma surgeon nodded, grateful for Karev for being there and supporting Amelia, even if it made him feel jealous, obviously wanting to be the one Amelia trusted herself with the most.
Eventually Karev left with Jo, when the resident showed up asking how Amelia was feeling. Bad news always travel fast, and an ambulance exploding was no exception. Owen anxiously waited the 10 minutes Amelia had asked for. Never had 10 minutes felt more like torture.
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Once Alex left the trauma room, Amelia lost herself in her thoughts.
She had found out about the baby not even an hour ago, but, weirdly enough, she already felt a connection to it. But was she ready for a baby? A tiny human being, completely dependent on her. As much as she tried to go about her days as if everything was completely fine, her life was a mess right now. She was recently divorced, something she never thought she’d be, and to try to cope with it, Amelia immediately threw herself into a big surgical project.
Starting a no-feelings-friends-with-benefits relationship with Owen had been a mistake. A very pleasurable mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. The issue was, she really, really missed sex and the man was so damn good at it. But then they had ironically started talking about feelings and she ended up sending him off to Teddy.
Another mistake. She felt like crap once she realized he had actually gotten on a plane and fled to Germany. But she did want him to be happy. And if it meant without her, she’d have to learn how to deal with it.
This new part of the equation, this unexpected miracle baby, definitively complicated things. For everyone.
A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. A second latter a head of red hair could be seen, his blue eyes silently asking if he could come in. She silently nodded.
Funny how silent communication was never their problem. If only they were able to use their words and communicate like the two adults they were...
They stared at each other for a few seconds, blue on blue, until Amelia broke the silence.
“So, um,- I’m pregnant. But you know that already.” Straight to the point, there was no use in dancing around the elephant in the room. Amelia tried her hardest to keep the attitude she had going for the past few weeks, but her voice was quivering due to the crippling anxiety she had been feeling ever since she heard her baby’s heartbeat.
“It’s mine, right?”
“Of course it’s yours! What, you think I’ve just been sleeping around?”
“No, no, not at all.”, he quickly tried to fix it, knowing he was close to offending her, “I just- God, Amelia, we’re having a baby!” he smiled big, the kind of smile that form wrinkles near the eyes, probably the biggest smile Amelia had ever seen on him.
“Yep. We are…” she tried her hardest to control the tears that were threatening to fall. But she failed miserably.
As soon as Owen saw her eyes watering, he quickly made his way to her, wrapping her in his arms.
“It’s okay, it’s alright.”, he placed a gently kiss on her hair. “Shh, it’s okay.”
“This is a mess, Owen. What are we gonna do?”
“That doesn’t matter right now.”, he said, running his fingers through her brown locks, “You’re okay.”
Physically yes, but her mind was usually her biggest enemy, and that was way more dangerous.
“You’re safe, Amelia.”
She wanted so hard to believe his words.
But she didn’t feel safe at all.
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Echo Pt.11
10th June 2019.
Owen randomly awoke at 3am to an empty bed, Amelia nowhere in sight. He looked over at her side, at how empty it looked, and felt as though he had something to do with it. Maybe she was uncomfortable sleep next to him, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted to find her.
He sat up in bed, hearing a faint sniffle as he did so. Unsure of where it was coming from, Owen remained silent, listening to see if he’d hear the noise again, and he did. It sounded like it was coming from the bathroom, but the lights were off. Regardless, he decided he’d investigate.
He entered the bathroom and turned on the lights, only to find Amelia on the floor by the toilet, crying with a roll of toilet paper in her hand. As soon as she recognised him, she began quickly wiping away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.
“Sorry,” he quickly said, feeling like he was in her personal space, “I was just worried about where you went.” He stood awkwardly at the door, unsure of what to do or say. “Is…Is everything okay?”
“Not really,” she answered honestly. She squinted at the sudden brightness in the bathroom. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Okay,” he said, turning off the light. He then proceeded to sit across from her, on the floor of the bathroom. “We won’t talk about it, then.” He couldn’t see it, but Amelia was looking at him suspiciously, trying to figure out what he was up to. “Can I at least ask if it was a bad dream or something?”
“You can’t ask,” she said, “But no, it wasn’t.”
“So you just occasionally come into the bathroom to cry on the floor, then?” he lightly joked, stretching out his legs in front of him, the tips of his toes a few centimetres away from her crossed legs.
“Pretty much,” she smiled, wiping her cheeks with the toilet paper again, “Motherhood does that to you.”
“I think it’s more than that,” he accurately described, “But we’re not supposed to be talking about it, remember?” As his eyesight adjusted, he was beginning to see the outline of her small figure, huddled next to the toilet.
He heard a small giggle. “We’re not talking about it,” she confirmed, sighing after.
“So you like ice cream,” he hummed, changing the topic in hopes of raising her spirits, “What other sweet stuff do you like?”
“I can’t think of any right now, but I have an unhealthy obsession with pancake syrup,” she conveyed. He could finally see her face in the dark, and she was smiling.
He smiled. “What about skittles?”
“Jolly ranchers,” she corrected him, “And gummy worms; the sour kind.” Her legs stretched out and bumped into the sides of his knees as she relaxed a little more. “Especially on chocolate ice cream.”
“What, like a dirt cup?” he asked, feigning disgust while also grinning.
“Exactly like a dirt cup,” she confirmed, a short laugh escaping her lips. Owen watched as she mindlessly fiddled with the foot of his pyjama pants, the action painfully familiar to him. “How are the memories going?”
“Nothing solid, just feelings,” he said, mesmerized by the way his fabric curled around her fingers so delicately, like she was afraid to rip his pants. “Some of the things you and the kids do seem familiar, but I don’t remember anything specific.” She nodded, remaining focused on playing with his pant.
“Does this mean you know what I like too?” he asked.
There was a coy smile on her face as she nodded. “All the boring, sugar free, follow the rules, child-safe stuff.”
He laughed. “That sounds exactly like me.”
“Well, you break the rules sometimes,” she relented, softly adding, “For me.”
“I wouldn’t doubt that,” he agreed, “You have a very manipulative way about you.”
“I do,” she confirmed, smiling to herself. There was a brief silence between them for a little bit before Owen broke it once more.
“I want to meet the twins,” he announced with conviction, “For real, this time.”
Amelia stopped fiddling with his pant to look up at him now, looking into his eyes for any falter in them. When she found none, she answered, “Okay. I’ll call Callie tomorrow.” Right after she said it, she yawned, stretching her body all the way down to her toes.
“Tired?” he inquired, a little sad that their conversation would probably be ending soon. She nodded, doing something that caught him completely off guard. She crawled her way over to him, lodging herself in between his legs, and wrapped an arm around his torso, snuggling her head against his chest.
“I miss you,” she whispered, her eyes closed. She could suddenly feel his heart racing beneath her ear.
“I-I’m right here,” he managed to stutter, his face quickly turning red. He hoped she didn’t notice, or at least didn’t pay too much attention to it.
“I know,” she sighed, opening her eyes briefly, “But you’re not really here, you know?” She glanced at him, still snuggled against his chest. “Not to mention this is weird, seeing as I’m the one who divorced you.”
“Yeah,” he snorted, unable to deny the urge to wrap his arms around her too. “Although that isn’t the weirdest thing to arise from this situation. Try being me.”
“Yeah,” she giggled, yawning again as she closed her eyes.
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The bathroom was hot and there was a considerable amount of steam, fogging the bathroom mirror and the transparent shower glass. He could hear Amelia talking to him, calming him down, as she showered. He was saying something about an incident at work that had pissed him off so much that he could barely think straight. He was sitting on the toilet, trying to calm down when he heard her ask him to come in the shower with him. He’d denied her request, telling her that he was too mad to even think about sex right now, but she was persistent.
“Owen,” he heard Amelia say, “Come in the shower.”
“Please,” he heard himself saying, “Not right now.”
“Owen,” she called again.
He then heard himself raising his voice at her. “Amelia, I said-” His voice caught in his throat. There she was, hands pressed against the glass of the shower, her breasts right over them and covering her nipples, leaving so little to his imagination. There was a smug smile on her face, her hair sexily soaked from the water.
“Come. In. The. Shower,” she said slowly. She didn’t need to ask again.
He quickly shredded himself of his clothes, reaching for the door handle of the shower and stepping into the steam emanating from it. He had his hands on her hips and, as the steam was about to dissipate…
He woke up.
For a moment, he looked around, completely disoriented. Then he remembered he and Amelia had fallen asleep in the bathroom, although she was no longer in his arms now.
“What a tease,” Owen said to himself, referring to how cruel his mind had been to cut the dream, or memory, as it was getting interesting. Right after, he made his way downstairs where he assumed Amelia would be. The sun was now beginning to rise, as it was still a little dark in the kitchen.
As he entered the kitchen, he was met with the painful image of Amelia trying to reach something at the top of the cabinet, the item being just out of reach. What made the image so painful was the fact that she was only in a shirt and underwear, and the shirt was short enough that he could see her perky butt sticking out from under it every time she reached for whatever was at the top of the cupboard. He wanted to be respectful, yet he couldn’t help but stare at her ass. Soon, he found that his boxers were getting uncomfortable and, upon investigation, he realised he’d gotten an instant boner.
“Got it,” Amelia whispered triumphantly, finally getting the box of pancake mix. It was then she turned around and noticed Owen awkwardly hiding behind the wall. “What are you doing?”
“Me?” Owen asked, pointing at himself, “I wasn’t doing anything.” She furrowed her eyebrows at him and walked over to where he was. Quickly, Owen tucked his erection downwards and covered the area by casually holding his hands over it.
It took her almost no time at all to realise what was going on. “Were you staring at me?”
He inhaled anxiously, holding his breath. “Yes?”
Amelia bit the inside of her cheek, looking him up and down before realising how strategically placed his hands were. “Did you get a boner staring at me?”
Exhaling in defeat, Owen sadly announced, “Yes…” He was beginning to hate how intelligent she was.
Amelia smiled, biting her bottom lip to hide how flattered she actually was. Wordlessly, she turned away, heading back to the kitchen to continue her task, as if nothing happened. Owen was at a loss for words, but he was sure of one thing.
He was becoming increasingly attracted to her.
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S-E-X
Prompt : With the girls from the Omelia group chat we were talking about the 12x21 scene where Maggie and Meredith caught Owen and Amelia at the couch naked, and given that we also know that Zola took a glimpse of them lying naked together there… the prompt is: Can someone write something related with Zola asking Amelia what they were doing there?
I’ve read @ailingnoor fic and loved it so I thought I would have a go at the prompt as well - enjoy!
After all of the pestering and jokes she had endured all morning at her own expense Amelia had silently decided she had had enough. Yes, her sisters had seen “Major Hunt reporting for duty” but after what felt like 100 jokes, even Hurricane Amelia was beginning to feel a little embarrassed. Miraculously neither she nor her sisters had run into Owen all at the same time, which was the only thing her dignity was holding onto to, al be it by a very thin thread. With her lunch break looming she decided that she would go and visit one of her favourite people in the world, and someone who she was certain would not want to talk about her and Owen and his ‘thing’. Zola. She noticed that Meredith and Maggie were both in surgeries meaning that she would have her little niece all to herself.
As she made her way up to the Day-Care she could have sworn she saw a blur of Owen in the background but as she walked into the elevator that thought was quickly pushed to the back of her mind. Leaning against the back wall of the elevator her mind flooded with memories of her night with Owen, and then her morning with Owen. Her dimple was on full display as she stood there in the elevator smiling like an idiot, passers by were left unnoticed as she drifted off into her memories of her time with Owen. Maybe Meredith was right, maybe they were a thing – how did Owen truly feel a bout their thing? What did Owen want? What did she want? The ding of the elevator brought her back to reality and she set off towards the Day-Care. After chatting with the lady who ran the Day-Care briefly, she spotted Zola. “Aunty Mia!” the little girl exclaimed as she ran into Amelia’s arms and was quickly lifted into the air; “Hey Zozo! Want to come and have lunch with me today? My treat!” she asked nuzzling her nose against her niece’s cheek.
Once in the cafeteria they quickly picked up their food, a salad for Amelia and a sandwich for Zola, and made their way to a quiet table in the corner. Amelia loved hearing about all of the ideas that flowed freely through her 6-year-old niece’s mind, her wild and uncontrolled imagination never failed to amaze her. They had a relaxing lunch chatting about stories, princess and fairies; it was the perfect break from all the teasing that Amelia had needed. At one point they were joined by April and Arizona who within seconds were completely distracted by Zola that they never thought to ask about Owen. Then they were joined by Richard as well. Zola was recalling all the games and toys she had played with with Maggie the night before, Amelia had not felt so relaxed for a very long time.
“And then this morning me, Mommy, Aunty Maggie, Bailey and Ellis all saw Aunty Mia and Uncle Owen cuddling on the couch, and when they stood up they were both naked….” Zola carried on nonchalantly, “Have you finished your lunch Zozo, let’s get you back up to Day-Care…” Amelia attempted to interrupt and distract her niece and colleagues, “Aunty Mia, Mummy says it’s rude to interrupt people” Zola continued, stunned by the 6-year-old’s response Amelia found herself at a loss for words. Bright-red and wide-eyed Amelia’s eyes were dancing between her colleagues who had the most mischievous grins plastered all over their faces, now she definitely knew that what had happened this morning was going to spread like wild-fire. “My, my Zola, they were cuddling naked?” Arizona commented while winking at Amelia, “Yes they were, but why?” Zola asked a little perplexed, as April opened her mouth hers and Arizona’s pagers both went off, “Saved by the bell” April winked at Amelia as they excused themselves; seconds later Richard excused himself assuming Amelia wanted to be left alone with her niece. “What were you and Uncle Owen doing together?” Zola asked, looking up at her Aunty with her big brown eyes, Amelia swallowed hard knowing that whatever she said next would imprint itself in her niece’s memory forever. “Umm, well, when two people really care about each other they need to show each other how much they care, and that is how they show it” she spoke slowly knowing Zola was hooked onto her every word. “If you care about each other do you love each other” her little niece continued, “Yes it does Zozo” Amelia continued “It’s a way people show each other that they love each other”, “So do you love Uncle Owen?” the little girl pondered aloud. Amelia couldn’t help but smile, she knew she had very strong feelings for Owen but she didn’t really know how to express them and considering she didn’t know how Owen truly felt, she was terrified of confronting those feelings. “Do you want to know a secret Zo?” Amelia whispered “I love Uncle Owen a lot; but her doesn’t know yet so please don’t say anything…” “Ok!” the little girl answered seemingly happy with how Amelia had explained everything to her. “I have one more question!” she perked up “Yeah?!” “Is cuddling naked S-E-X?!”.
Amelia almost chocked on her water; stunned by the question she had just been posed. Suddenly her saving grace dawned on her, Meredith was just walking into the cafeteria. Spotting her sister and daughter she made her way towards the two. Suddenly Amelia saw her chance to get back at Meredith a little for of the teasing. As Meredith sat down next to Zola, Amelia turned her attention to her niece once more “Yes Zozo, cuddling naked with someone you love is S-E-X” she winked at Meredith and then kissed Zola on the cheek before excusing herself. As she stepped out of the cafeteria all she could hear behind her was Meredith yelling “AMELIA SHEPHERD!”, obviously having been updated on the conversation by Zola. Although she knew Meredith would have it in for her now, Amelia couldn’t help but feel oddly satisfied by her mini revenge upon her sister.
As she stepped back into the elevator her mid drifted back to Owen, she really did love him, she wanted more with him but she was scared. Striding out towards her office she made a mental note to get over her fears and talk to Owen about what they were; but for now she was content in letting her mind drift back to the great night and morning they had spent together, her time with Owen really was filled with great S-E-X.
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Okay, so little side note. I haven’t written much of anything in the past 4 or 5 years, so this fic is probably going to be rusty and possibly awful. But, I couldn’t think of a better way to get back into writing than writing about my new OTP Omelia. That being said, here is the inspiration of this prompt: What if Owen and Amelia really decided to “redo” their relationship starting at the end of 12x12 and the situation in 12x15 never happened? That is what this fic will entail, be warned that this fic is quite lengthy. Enjoy!
After an exciting start to her day, Amelia Shepherd arrived to work considerably late. On a mission not to get caught by anyone (especially not her sisters), she ran into the attendings lounge and started to promptly undress as soon as she was in the room. But, much to her dismay, she was caught red-handed when she turned around and realized that her sister Maggie was standing in that same room and witnessed the entire ordeal. Considerably embarrassed, Amelia felt the need to tell her currently surprised sister just what happened this morning leading up to this exact moment.
But before Amelia could even start to explain, Maggie questioned her sister about her erratic behavior by asking “Are you drunk?”
To which Amelia immediately countered her statement and told her “No! I was in a hurry because I was late. And the reason I was late was because Owen’s trailer is very dark, and I couldn’t find my boot.”
Maggie wasn’t completely sold on Amelia’s explanation. So, she further questioned if there were any other reasons as to why she was late.
Amelia stopped what she was doing right at that second and immediately regretted having said anything to her in the first place.
Maggie caught on to her hesitant reply, and asked point blank: “Were you late because you and Owen were having sex?”
Amelia finally gave in and admitted that She and Owen had been having sex when she realized how late she was.
Maggie laughed as her suspicions were confirmed.
Amelia could already tell this day was off to a curious start.
Later on that same day, while looking over scans, Amelia sensed that someone was behind her watching. Her suspicions were confirmed when she came face-to-face with a certain ginger.
Thinking about the events this morning, Amelia asked Owen if he had found the boot that she left at the trailer this morning. Owen promptly replied that he had found the boot and would give it to her after their shifts ended tonight.
Sensing some uneasiness from Amelia, Owen glanced at the scans in front of her and began to wonder why she was so worried.
“Is everything okay? Do you want some help?” Owen obliged to Amelia.
“I just have this feeling that I’m going to kill this girl [Katie Bryce].” Amelia replied.
After hearing this statement Owen became slightly confused as Amelia was doubting her abilities as a neurosurgeon.
Noticing Owen’s confusion, Amelia further explained her feelings toward this particular surgery. “I’ve been trying to distance myself from cases like this ever since my relapse, but then today, this girl arrives with a live grenade in her head and she also happens to be Derek and Meredith’s surgical lovechild” Amelia admitted uneasily.
Owen took a second before adding: “Amelia, who cares what Meredith thinks, she’s not a neurosurgeon, you are. The only reason you are feeling this was is because your brother’s and her name is on the file. If any other surgeon’s name was on it, you wouldn’t be feeling this way.”
Amelia contemplated Owen’s statement and realized that he was right. Why would she listen to anything Meredith has to say about her work. Afterall, she removed Nicole Herman’s tumor despite all of the backlash she received.
After her surgery, Amelia made her way to an on-call room to change and go home. But before she could leave she needed her boot back from Owen. Right at that moment, Owen appeared in the doorway and bellowed a sincere congratulations.
Amelia tried to respond but ended up laughing. She couldn’t however avoid the elephant in the room. She made sure to quickly add: “We’re not starting something new, last night was a mistake.”
Owen chuckled momentarily before replying with: “I don’t accept that, if it were new, I wouldn’t have your boot. But, if you want to start over, and forget all of that, start fresh, if that’s easier for you, then we can do that, too.”
Amelia was stunned by Owen’s statement. But, quickly retorted: “Just like new?”
Owen affirmed his statement: “Yep, square one.”
Amelia was suddenly overcome with emotions for the man in front of her. She moved forward in hope of kissing him. But she was puzzled when Owen backed away from her and started to stand up.
Owen watched Amelia’s face grow in bewilderment. He continued to add to it by saying: “What are you doing?, at least ask me out on a date first.”
Amelia was baffled by his actions and could only laugh.
The next week went by quick, partially due to the fact that Amelia and Owen had limited interactions. But also because they were both on-call almost every single night the past week.
But, Owen was determined to spend some quality time with her. Tonight he had a surprise for Amelia.
Amelia’s day started out pretty great. But she was in for a couple of surprises herself.
Before Amelia could get her surprise from Richard Webber, Owen popped in her elevator and made some small talk before letting her in on his surprise. “Long night?”
Amelia responded by giving Owen the specs on the patient. “75-year-old man ran his car into an electrical pole. Electrocution and a big intracranial bleed. And a pacemaker implantation.”
Owen responded with a simple huh.
Amelia wondered why Owen joined her in the elevator in the first place. She remained silent and wait for him to elaborate.
Owen finally clued her in by saying the following: “Uh, so I booked a reservation around 8:00, so we should maybe head out around 7:00. That work?”
Amelia was speechless, but managed to say: “Yeah, I can do that. How fancy is this?”
Owen happily retorted: “Well, first date, so I took a big swing.”
Amelia didn’t reply, but she heartily laughed. Amelia’s jolly mood would not last for long, as another surprise was about to take her mood into a turn for the worse.
As soon as the elevator dinged, Penny Blake came through the doors and began to question the doctor in front of her. “Dr. Shepherd, is this Mr. McColl?”
Amelia was taken by surprise but replied: “Yes, Blake. Why?”
Blake continued the conversation with “The patient’s wife is downstairs”
Amelia slightly annoyed at this point asks: “Why are you telling me this? Where’s Edwards?”
Blake explained the resident switch-up: “Dr. Webber mixed us up. I pulled your service.”
Amelia was fuming at this point. So she snapped at Blake and said not so nicely: “No.”
Blake recognized Dr. Shepherd’s anger and annoyance, but carried on by retorting “No?”
Amelia sensed Blake’s confusion and continued asking: “No, where’s the wife?”
Blake finally caught on and replied: “She’s downstairs in admitting”
The elevator chimes in again, momentarily stopping the conversation.
Blake used the momentary silence to form her next sentence: “Dr. Webber told me…”
Amelia finally having enough of Blake, demanded that she “Tell Dr. Webber I said no.”
A couple of hours later, Blake was reprimanded yet again after she relayed medical information about Mr. McColl to another woman who was not his wife.
After listening to Blake make this mistake, Amelia was fed up with her. But before letting her leave Amelia snuck in “Get your facts straight before you let me go spilling medical information to just anybody. You embarrassed me.”
At this point Blake was trying to get through the rest of her day without angering Dr. Shepherd and further. So, in trying to make amends with her she “I’m sorry, she said that she was his…”
Interrupting her Amelia sneered at her and added: “Why are you even here? I said to tell Dr. Webber…”
Blake sensing her hostility, tried to explain: “Dr. Webber said that he chooses to decline your proposal.”
Amelia, still not satisfied with Blake’s explanation: “Well, then take the day off.”
Blake further explained the situation by saying: “Dr. Webber rejected that, too.”
Amelia having enough of Blake, leaves her with the following instructions: “Watch his monitors, don't touch him, and stay out of my way.”
Blake retreated to one of the only places where she could escape Dr. Shepherd’s wrath. The bathroom. When she entered, she was met with two other familiar faces, Jo Wilson and Stephanie Edwards. They too were having a hard time with the resident mixup. Stephanie Edwards was talking when she entered. “I've been urinated on three times today.” Said Stephanie disgustingly.
Jo replied with: “What did you expect from babies?”
Stephanie clarifies: “ I'm talking about puppies... dogs. There are puppies upstairs with the kids. The only thing worse than peds is peds with puppies because we're surgeons, not veterinarians, because we should not be urinated upon.”
Jo replies: “I'm being crapped on.”
After listening to their conversation, Penny decides to chime in and starts talking to Stephanie, “You have to help me with Shepherd. Shepherd wants me dead.”
Jo tries to cheer up Penny, “At least she knows who you are. Grey keeps calling me your name.”
A few minutes later, Amelia catches an elevator and comes into contact with Riggs.
He states that he is “Heading up to check on Mr. McColl’s vitals.”
Amelia mentions to Riggs: “Make sure Blake's watching monitors.”
Riggs, picking on some potential hostility: “What is Blake's problem? What don't you like about her? She seems on top of it to me, so what am I not seeing? She's... No, she's... I'm the new guy. So if she's the dead fish, I'd like to know.”
Amelia says “It's personal between her and me. You can form your own conclusions.”
Riggs jokingly replies: “Aww. That's kind of you. Must be nice for Blake.”
Amelia not catching on: “What does that mean?”
Riggs remarks: “Oh, come on. You and Hunt are obviously pretty tight. I'm sure you've formed some conclusions about me.”
Meanwhile Riggs is heading toward Mr. McColl’s room, Blake is in the room observing him as he speaks to his wife. However, in the middle of the conversation, she notices that something isn’t right. “I’m sorry guys, can I get in here for a second, please? Mr. McColl, can you squeeze my hands as hard as you can, okay?” At that moment, the monitors started to beep rather loudly. Yet, Blake continues her neuro check “Follow the light.” Just then, Dr. Riggs walks in and immediately becomes curious as to what is going on.
Riggs asks: “Blake, what is it?”
Blake informs Dr. Riggs to: “Page Shepherd immediately”
Riggs informs her that his ICP is rising.
At that moment, Blake realizes what she has to do. She has to do a ventriculostomy, and quick
Riggs questions if she can do the procedure before allowing her to do it. Blake says that she can do one. Blake realized that she’s not allowed to touch him, so she can’t perform the procedure.
“I’m not supposed to touch him.” Blake informs Riggs.
Riggs then replies: “You’re the neurosurgeon on call.”
Although she didn’t want to quarrel with an attending, she repeated what she had said before which was that she was told explicitly not to touch him. Riggs pushed her for more.
Blake recounts: “Shepherd said no, so I’m not going to drill a hole in his head.” Wanting to follow her attending orders she asks Riggs: “Would you do it please? We’re running out of time.”
Riggs impatiently says: “No, you’re running out of time Blake.”
Blake reluctantly begins the procedure.
But, before she gets anywhere, Dr. Shepherd reappears and is angrier than ever.
“What are you doing!?” She angrily asked Blake.
Blake replied what she had done prior to her storming in the room: “His ICP was through the roof, there was some evidence of herniation, so I had to drill a burr holes to…”
“Relieve the pressure. Don’t tell me what a ventric is. Why would you let her do this?” Amelia asked angrily.
“Cause she caught it, and she could do it.” Riggs replied.
Amelia signals to Blake: “Get out of my way. Get away from him.”
Amelia started walking down to the main lobby to update the patient’s wife on his condition. Riggs and Blake followed. After updating the wife, Amelia signals to Blake: “Find Edwards. Tell her to meet me in O.R One.” Blake receives the message and quickly leaves, but before she does, Riggs informs Amelia: “Shepherd, you don’t have time to go chasing around for Edwards. You need to be in there now”
Amelia hesitantly takes Riggs advice and says: “Blake, wait.”
While in surgery, Blake continued to tell Amelia just what she did this afternoon in her absence.
She continued to keep talking to Dr. Shepherd until he flatlines. Blake immediately asks if she’s done something wrong. And Amelia replies that she hasn’t, she even says: “You were perfect.”
Amelia takes some time after the surgery and lays down on one of the many cots located in the hallways. She is caught off guard when she notices Owen approaching her in non-work clothes. Oh crap. She completely forgot about their date and hadn’t changed yet.
Owen asks: “Are we not going?” after noticing Amelia had not changed yet. “We’re cancelling.”
“No, Owen I’ll rally.” She then begins to inform him about her day and about Blake.
After Amelia finished explaining, Owen realizes just how exhausted she is. He tells her that dinner’s off. But before she can walk away, he says to come with him. Amelia, not enjoying surprises, as mentioned many times throughout today reluctantly follows him. Little did she know that she would love this surprise.
When arriving at the room, she hears the faint noises of puppies barking. As Owen opens the door he mentions: “Studies have shown that petting a dog can actually lower blood pressure. And they can make a really crappy day a lot less crappy.”
Amelia, overjoyed with emotion can think of doing one thing at this moment. And that is showing her appreciation for Owen.
He’s one step ahead of her though, because when she turns to face him, he’s already planned for them to share a passionate but sweet kiss.
Amelia was very glad that this quick week ended on a sweet note.
The next time we see Owen and Amelia together, they are still on a conversation about dogs, but this time, in a different context.
Referring to to their time last night, Amelia excitedly asks Owen: “You should get a dog. You seem like a dog guy.”
To this Owen replies: “I live in a trailer.”
Amelia then inquired Owen’s opinion on this statement: “Yeah, that’s something that we can talk about.”
Owen, not getting where she was headed with that statement says: “You don’t like my trailer?”
Amelia still trying to get to her point replies: “No, sure, but I also like grown-up houses.”
Owen laughs at her response, before continuing the conversation with: “Listen, I was thinking we could have dinner tomorrow? It’s my birthday and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend it with so… ”
Amelia was momentarily stuck on what to say, but after a moment she said: “Tomorrow’s your birthday?” while side bumping him.
Owen clarified her statement: “No, no. It’s next week, so you still have time to buy my gift, but I was thinking we could, you know kick things off with dinner.”
Amelia tuning into what Owen was saying, started to think about what they could have dinner, when an idea popped into her head: “Do you like lobster?”
Owen happily replied: “Love lobster.”
Amelia was happily surprised by his answer. She continued with: “You know how to cook lobster?”
Owen, wanting to impress her with his lack of cooking knowledge: “Sure, you just boil a pot of water and…”
Amelia, trying to grasp what Owen was trying to explain: “Yeah, see. You’re already losing me.”
At that moment, Owen’s pager went off signaling incoming trauma.
Amelia reminds him of their plans: “So, tomorrow night then?”
Owen replies simply with: “Lobster.”
Amelia replies jokingly: “Birthday lobster, which you are cooking.”
“That’s become obvious” Owen replied while smirking.
A couple of hours later, while visiting a patient after a particularly bad outcome, Owen and Riggs began fighting after a comment he said to that patient’s parents. At first, it didn’t bother him, but once he started talking about a certain topic, a person, more specifically Owen’s sister and his former fiancee. Owen could no longer keep silent. Owen and Riggs began to quarrel about who is to blame for Megan’s death. Riggs deliberately brought up the fact that he stopped looking and came back home to Seattle after stopping his search for her. Owen became very defensive and angry. Riggs takes one last jab at Owen mentioning that he should look in a mirror if he needed to find someone to hate.
Needing to get away from Riggs as soon as possible, Owen quickly walked to the nearest on-call room to cool down before heading home to his trailer to prepare for his birthday dinner with Amelia.
After finishing her last surgery of the day, Amelia quickly drove back to Meredith’s house to shower and get dressed. She then drove to the local market to pick up some fresh lobster to cook for dinner.
Upon arriving at Owen’s trailer, Amelia noticed that the string lights were shining beautifully and the inside lights were on, signaling that Owen was home. She walked carefully up the porch stairs to reach the door. She hoped that Owen would hear her coming up the stairs and open the door for her, but he was obviously preoccupied as he didn’t come and open the door. “Happy Birthday!” she said while knocking on the trailer door.
Amelia, now a little worried at this point: “Owen, are you going to let me in? I’m holding a box a creepy squirming lobsters.”
Owen, while opening the door admitted apologetically: “Oh, sorry. I didn’t hear any of your knocking.”
“Owen, it’s completely fine. As long as I can put these lobsters down sometime soon, everything's good.” Amelia laughed while walking into the trailer. She noticed that he had already set the table, with a cream tablecloth, which was perfectly accented with 3 red roses in a vase in the center of the table across from the oven. Amelia smiled and took in her surroundings, she wondered how she got so lucky. She was snapped out of her trance when Owen asked her how to prepare the lobsters before boiling them in water.
Amelia moved over the the countertop to give Owen a lesson in lobster preparation, so that the next time they have lobster together, he can actually make the lobster himself. After a little time and patience, Owen finally got the hang of it. Amelia happily smiled at her accomplishment.
A short time later, dinner was ready. Owen graciously helped Amelia transfer the food from the counter to the table. When all was said and done, Owen grabbed the final touch, candles.
Before either could start eating, Amelia chided in saying: “Today was kind of a rough day for me. I’m glad that I am spending the night with you.”
Owen was surprised to hear that Amelia had a bad day, but was also relieved. He didn’t want to spoil her night by complaining about Riggs. “I had quite the day also, Riggs got on my last nerve today. You wouldn’t believe what he said to me.”
Listening carefully to what he had to say, Amelia was slightly confused as to what he and Riggs were fighting about this time. She didn’t want to pry, but she wanted to know what happened. She began to formulate a question, but before she could say anything, Owen began to explain all about his day starting from the beginning. He talked about the good and the bad. Eventually, he got to the end of his day and Amelia finally found out what he and Riggs had been fighting about. Owen’s sister Megan. Owen had never mentioned anything about even having a sister, but she was glad that he felt comfortable telling her intimate details about his dearly departed sister. They went back and forth telling stories about their day, and eventually they ended dinner talking about their siblings. This brought up many teary but happy memories from the both of them. After realizing that they had been talking for almost 3 hours, they decided to head to bed.
Amelia and Owen ended the night the same way the started the week, together in bed.
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Hello Do you know where I can find @greysukay 's fics? because I can't find them on tumblr.
#greysukay #omelia #owelia #fics
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Glances and Stares
First of all I want to dedicate this fic to @jae-mi0829; I hope this makes you feel better about not being able to watch the episode life on Thursday :)
This fic I found between my old notes as well, but it got a little longer than it was supposed to. @magicalpostface; the title though ;)
The first time I saw him was nothing special. There were no sparks, fireworks, a flame lighting up my heart or any other fire for that matter. It was so trivial that I can't even exactly remember when I actually saw him for the first time. He was just a surgeon who worked in a great hospital and I was just a silly little sister visiting her brother and bringing in an awesome tumor. I can't even say that I thought he looked handsome or interesting, because, to be honest, all my eyes were on my older brother's best friend.
He was married at the time, that I do know, to the best friend of my brother’s love. It would have been strange, to most doctors, how everyone seemed to be connected to one another in that hospital, but to me, as soon to be neurosurgeon of Oceanside Wellness Group - even if I didn't know it yet - and already familiar with the whole practice, it was just life. The people who know me know that my entire life and everything and everyone connected to it is like a popular drama series.
The next time we met was just as trivial, but I do remember the lines on his face and his sad expression that indicated that his marriage wasn't going so great anymore. Yet again, I was too focused on other things to really care about the kind trauma surgeon who worked on the ground floor. After Erica's surgery I went back to LA, my mind full of worries about my best friends Charlotte and Cooper and about if Erica would survive or not. So back in Addison’s house, I didn't think twice about anything I had seen in Seattle Grace.
I went through the worst years of my life. I relapsed and my fiancée died. Like that wasn't bad enough, after I came back from Rehab I found out that I was pregnant and didn't even get a week to get excited about that; I got the news that my baby was going to die. After everything was over and I was once again left with nothing but losses, I started liking the new Trauma surgeon. But it still wasn't him; it was James. I'm pretty sure I was never actually in love with him; I think I was more in love with the idea of being in love with him. The normality.
He was nice, kind and perfect – except for the fact that he was a republican – so of course I could do nothing but accept when he asked me to marry him and I decided to make another trip to Seattle. I was scared and nervous about my marriage with James. I had been convinced that normality was what I wanted and I tried to be normal by acting like it, but when I was put on the test with my niece and nephew, I caved. I realized that you can’t just act normal and assume that you are, because I’m not normal – I don’t know if I ever was. I like to think that I was once, before my entire life was put in a blender without a lid, but at least I hope one day I can be again.
I went back to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital during my visit and helped Derek with the case of conjoined twins he was working on and slowly climbed up the ladder that was my brother’s respect for my work. I showed him I could be just as good as him, though I stayed in his shadow. After all, he was the amazing neurosurgeon they all knew and loved and I was just the newbie sister they knew nothing about.
Anyway I realized it might be better to start my life anew in Seattle. I knew I could never start over; people don’t just forget their demons or leave them behind, but I felt like being around the people in Seattle, who had a lot of problems of their own, might help me more than staying with my friends in LA, who had all started their life. They had managed to return their lives to normal.
I saw him around the hospital a few times. I knew his marriage was over and that Cristina had moved to Switzerland; Meredith was constantly video chatting with her. But I wasn’t looking for a relationship nor had I time to think of anything but my career, meetings or my family. Until one day this woman came into the hospital I knew from my AA meetings. She broke all rules of Alcoholics Anonymous and told everyone who could hear her about what had happened to Ryan. He stood up for me; not at first, but in the end he seemed to understand and we talked. I realized then that he was lonely; he seemed to have no one; his ex-wife was gone, his one friend was killed in a plane crash and the other was gone to DC most of the time. I also realized that I didn’t really know him. He was like I described before; the compassionate trauma surgeon who worked on the ground floor. We had worked on trauma’s before, but barely, seeing as there hadn’t been many trauma’s since my arrive there.
A month or two later I told him about my baby. I don’t know what had come over me, but it was getting too much to hold in. Especially that day. But besides that I felt safe around him and when I looked into his eyes – really looked at him – for the first time, I felt a difference from before. I felt a connection and I couldn’t deny that there was something I hadn’t seen before. There was this spark in his eyes that I loved; his eyes showed that he too had gone through something bad, but he had this wisdom around him that made him calm and collected. When he had taken my hand, it had felt so soft and warm and I had the strangest of feelings that a piece of a puzzle had just fallen into place. Like our hands were made to hold one another.
The next weeks I was once again preoccupied with work. I spend weeks planning out every detail of Dr. Herman’s brain surgery and trying to teach the interns and residents how things happened in the neuro department. But during the times I did see him around the hospital, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.
One day he stepped up to me and asked about Dr. Herman’s surgery. He told me she had been flirting with him. Normally I would have straight out asked if he was into me, but after all that had happened I turned into an awkward blob with no self-confidence. I had lost my game entirely. So for some reason I found myself knocking at his door with a bottle of limewater. But again there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite understand. To me it always had seems so intense, like he was looking into my soul and when he said he was going to kiss me his eyes seemed to sparkle with wonder. That kiss was like nothing I had ever experienced before; it was soft yet passionate and again another puzzle piece seemed to fall into place.
I was head over heels. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and it terrified me; I didn’t want to get hurt again and I didn’t want my work – especially Dr. Herman – to suffer because of it. So I ran and hid away behind the walls I was building up once again. But still I couldn’t stop looking at him from across the hall or ER. The only time I seemed to forget about him was when I was talking to an enormous crowd about the brain-sucking tumor I was about to dissect, so that became my new way of turning off the lust I felt for him, the need to be with him lessened when I had to focus and when my heart was beating too fast because of the fear of failing in front of all those people to be able to start beating faster at the sight of Owen’s eyes.
When the surgery came around it was one of the hardest days in my career. I felt like a failure, I felt like a twelve year old again that needed her brother’s help to open a mayonnaise jar, I felt so horrible and all I could think about was wishing I was anywhere but near to this woman’s brain. Luckily Richard, who had become a great friend, had been there to help me focus along with Edwards and Meredith. When I was finishing up with the seeds, I heard him scream through the intercom when I took of my gloves. I was too focused on achieving my goal to think about it, but later on I realized he had cared for me and had been scared of me getting sick. To be honest I only just now realized that, because after the surgery I had been so scared that she wouldn’t wake up that I went over every minute of the surgery to check if I didn’t do anything wrong, but never thought about those words as anything but a part of the moment I might have killed a brilliant baby surgeon. All I could think about were the babies she wouldn’t be able to safe and doctors she wouldn’t train because of me.
After Nicole had woken up everything went back to normal, but I didn’t have a reason to avoid him anymore so I started spending more time in the ER to see if any people were in need of a neuro consults. I had been so busy planning the tumor removal that I hadn’t planned any patients for afterwards, so I needed to find a brain to cut in myself. The more time I spent in the ER the more I noticed that he was watching me almost just as much as I was watching him. I started craving the times we looked each other in the eyes, because seriously, it was the closest I had gotten to sex in a long time. I had never thought a look would be just as satisfying, but the passion that seemed to flow over between us was just so intense that I felt like my heart was going to explode. But I was still an awkward mess and someone really needed to teach me the rules of the game again, because I had no idea how to play anymore.
But then one special girl called this hospital, a girl that would change my life for the better. Some might argue that this girl had nothing to do with what happened between me and Owen after her mother’s surgery and I’d like to believe we would’ve gotten together eventually anyway, but still this little girl had a special place in my heart. It was the first time we had hugged and if I had thought the looks were electric, I’m sure lighting bolts would have destroyed an entire village when our bodies were pressed so closely to one another.
How we ended up in the on-call room was a mystery to me; all I know is that I couldn’t let go of him and the next second my body was on fire. Owen insists that we got into that on-call room, because I dragged him there and started kissing him so intensely that he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. But I have this vague memory of him touching my hair and looking me in the eyes before he kissed me right there in the hallway, so it’s still a question for both of us. Anyway we couldn’t get enough of one another. Lying in that on-call room bed with him looking at me like I was his everything did more to me than any sex could’ve ever done. Which was good, because we didn’t exactly get to the sex part. A few minutes later we both got paged and when we got together afterwards it soon became clear that we were never going to be able to hook up in the hospital.
But the next day we got to that point in his trailer. Our entire journey had been so much waiting around that actually getting there felt like a miracle. I realized then how much this man had taken over my world. And I told my brother as much the next day; I was falling for Owen Hunt – hard. But things seemed to crash soon after, literally. A plane crashed on the ground and even though I had gotten over my demons from earlier and realized I wanted to be with him, things form his past surfaced again, making him question what he could handle. Later that day my brother died. Derek, the guy that had been there for me my entire life – the only constancy I had left, the guy that had saved my life multiple times, was gone and I didn’t even had the chance to say goodbye. We drifted apart even more. The glances I once craved so badly I tried to ignore and I looked away, because I was scared of breaking apart if I would see his eyes again. I was scared that he would realize how bad I was doing, partially because I couldn’t feel the pain; I didn’t want to, but also because I didn’t want to realize how bad I was doing myself.
I acted fine, I joked, I worked and I seemed perfectly normal. It was my way of dealing with his death; I acted like I was already over it. When he was gone to Iraq I felt more alone than ever. I realize I pushed him away and that I didn’t want to talk to him, but knowing he was right there in the ER was comforting in a way I couldn’t believe possible. So when he was gone, Stefanie was all I still had left. I like Stefanie, we had gotten almost as close as Richard and Bailey. I really understand now why they seemed to care so much for one another. Bailey and Richard both had this respect for one another that didn’t make one or the other superior, but made them equals. Stefanie has a lot to learn, before she’ll become a true neuro surgeon, but she has so much potential and she has such a strong mind that I’m sure she’ll be able to handle anything one day.
One year later I snapped. I had been holding it in so well, hid my pain and stuffed it all down and run from it – Owen’s words, not mine - but that moment I snapped. I yelled at Richard right in front of Owen. That’s just my luck; I snapped the exact moment Owen came back rom Iraq. Later that evening things were so horrible that I almost did drugs again, but he showed up and he saved my life. I’m sure that if I had taken those drugs in that moment, it would’ve killed me, maybe not exactly that day, but I know I wouldn’t have been able to stop. I would’ve spiraled down the drain and never would I have been able to actually live again, but even though I was hurting so much I could feel it in my teeth, I felt at home again when he put his arms around me.
After that night I felt better than I had in a really long time. Owen had taken me inside and we had lain on the couch all night. The next day Owen returned to the hospital and once again those glances and stares started lighting up my heart. I did realize though, that he might still hadn’t changed his mind about us being together; after all I was still a hurricane. So even though he helped me get over the drugs and later on was with me when I listened to Derek’s last voicemail to Meredith, I still didn’t dare hope that he wanted to be more than just friends and I had to make do with taking his hand. When I did though, when I did take his hand, a déjà vu from over two years ago when he took my hand in the chapel swarmed my mind and reminded me once again of the connection we both seemed to share.
It took us a little over three months to finally get back to getter. He kissed me first on the porch after he dropped me off like a couple of teenagers who walk home from school together. But I’m sure that if Maggie ‘cockblock’ Pierce hadn’t been there, things would have gotten more mature soon. I still had no idea what was going on though; I was so confused by it all and once again the fear of getting hurt sparked up. Until he cornered me in the elevator so we could… you know… talk.
Finally we were together together, if you know what I mean. I felt like I had never been happier. Of course Perfect Pretty Penny I Killed Your Brother Blake showed up, reminding me that I can’t be happy for more than one week. He, of course, stayed calm and collected. He helped me feel better by once again putting his arms around me, but also by telling me more about himself. I realized that I wasn’t the only mess in this relationship and I liked that. I love Owen with all my heart and hearing him talk about his passed made me love him even more. He had been to war, but he had also fought many battles in Seattle, yet he managed to stay in control. I could learn a lot from him. I love him.
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Lights Pt. 12
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“Amelia? Are you okay? Where are you going?”
Owen peered through the darkness, making out Amelia slowly standing, pushing her hand into the small of her back. “I’m fine, just can’t sleep, I’m just gonna get some water” She soothed her hand around her bump as she spoke, trying to calm the movement of the babies. Owen moved to get up and Amelia held out her hand to stop him. “You sleep Owen, I’m okay.” She said, with half of her face lit by the light of a yellow street light.
Owen dropped back down, yawning, slowly relaxing, nodding before closing his eyes. Amelia stood still for a moment, scrunching her toes against the rug beneath her feet. Both of the babies stretched and danced inside her and she sighed, rubbing her bump.
Jilly walked alongside Amelia, overtaking her on the way to the kitchen.
“You want a treat Jilly, how about some toast? Wanna share with me?” Amelia uttered softly, padding across the kitchen. She turned on the light above the oven instead of the main one, and a warm orange glow coloured the room, painting one side of everything.
“Oh” Amelia gasped, closing her eyes tight. A braxton hicks contraction wrapped around her, and paired with the high activity of the babies, it hurt. She bent over, resting one arm on the kitchen counter, the other hand pressed firmly against the underside of her stomach. “Girls, please, just calm down for momma” she whimpered, wondering exactly how much more painful real labour with the twins would be.
“Amy?”
Amelia didn’t move, deciding that moving would make things worse. She breathed “hey”, puffing out an exhalation. Her mom hurried over, and placed her hands on Amelia’s back, kneading the heel of her palm into the taut muscles. It helped immediately and Amelia groaned, eyes watering, legs feeling like jelly. The pair of them waited in relative silence, Amelia breathed loudly, whimpering towards the two minute mark.
“Why isn’t it stopping?” Amelia whined.
“It will, does it definitely feel like braxton hicks?” Mrs Shepherd asked her, continuing her massage.
Amelia groaned, pausing to focus on the sensation. “I.. I think so… oh…” it continued. She felt one of her mom’s hands move around to press against her hardened stomach. “I think you should sit down? Maybe a change in position would help?”
“No, no…”
“Okay, well, squat then sweetie”
Amelia nodded, bending her knees and slowly sinking down to the ground. “It’s not stopping” Amelia whimpered, resting her head against the counter, sitting on her knees.
Jilly was getting energetic, confused by all the activity. She scooted up beside Amelia, and nuzzled her head into her lap, sniffling. “It’s okay, Jilly, s’okay.” Amelia mumbled, furrowing her brows. Her mom’s hand moved back to her bump again, feeling to see if she was still contracting.
“Mom, I… I need Owen” Amelia whimpered, rocking slowly, too distracted to notice her mother’s momentary expression of rejection.
She nodded sharply, muttering “alright… just, don’t try to move okay?” she said, standing up, standing beside Amelia with her hands on her until Amelia nodded ‘yes’.
“I need Owen” Amelia whispered, biting her lip. “Why isn’t it stopping!” she thought aloud as her mom hurried away to get Owen.
Owen roused from sleep quickly, frowning in confusion at the sight of Mrs Shepherd.
She inhaled quickly before speaking, “Amelia, is having a braxton hicks and it’s not stopping, she’s in the kitchen” she said, already moving out into the hallway.
Owen’s eyes widened and he leapt off of bed, grabbing a t-shirt as he went, slinging it over his head as he sped to the kitchen.
He found Amelia still sat on the kitchen floor, trying to keep her posture straight now, both of her hands either side of her bump. She sobbed as soon as she caught sight of him. “Owen, it.. Won’t stop and it… hurts, the babies are mo… moving so much” she wept, tears falling freely now.
“Okay, alright, its alright, let’s get you up and into the living room.” Owen crouched down beside her, wrapping an arm under hers and around her back. She nodded, gasping, letting her mom help her up from the other side.
Humming through the discomfort she let her head droop onto Owens shoulder, closing her eyes. “Alright, sit down” Amelia took hold of both his hands, slowly lowering onto the couch. Mrs Shepherd moved around the room, turning on a couple of lamps.
“I’ll get a pint of water, it could help” she said, standing at the end of the couch watching them before hurrying away..
Owen nodded, sitting down on the couch and pulling Amelia’s back against him. “Owen, why isn’t it stopping?”
“How long has it been?”
“Long…”
“It’s been about…” Mrs Shepherd passed Amelia the glass of water, looking at her watch. “Ten minutes”
Owen nodded, helping Amelia bring the glass to her lips, she drank roughly half, handing it back to her mom to put down. Owen ran his hands over the curve of her bump. “It’s okay, sometimes this can happen, as long as it ends soon”
“Owen…” Amelia sighed, lolling her head back into the crook of Owen’s neck. Amelia rose her knees, thighs brushing the underside of her bump. “Mrs Shepherd will you turn on the TV? A distraction might help” Owen asked, as he pulled up Amelia’s t-shirt. He traced his fingertips around her bare bump, hoping the pleasure of it would ease the tension. Amelia sighed, fidgeting her lower body. Mrs Shepherd turned on the TV and sped away again.
Amelia took short shallow breaths, hands on each of Owen’s knee’s gripping tight. “Breathe slower, breathe with me Amelia” Owen told her, uttering the words softly, into her ear. She nodded, calming a little as she focused on the rise and fall of his chest and attempted to mirror it.
“Where’s mom?” Amelia asked, looking for her with lidded eyes.
“Here” she said, coming back into sight, dwarfed by the couples duvet. “I thought you’d be more comfortable” she said, draping it over them. Owen smiled, and nodded ‘thank you.’
“Is it still going Amelia?” She asked her, sitting down on the armchair.
Amelia nodded, turning side on against Owen’s chest, tiredly eyeing the television. “Will you rub my back O?” she mumbled before exhaling lengthily. Owen’s hand was there before she even finished her breath.
Mrs Shepherd sat on the edge of her seat, leaning her elbows on her knees. Her eyes skipped around the room. “It’s been fifteen minutes” she said, glancing down at her watch.
Owen held Amelia tighter as worry flooded him. And just as he was about to suggest they call someone, Amelia spoke, “Its…” Owen felt the tension suddenly loosen around her stomach. “It’s stopping.”
Owen sighed with relief too then, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Amelia sobbed softly, holding onto Owen’s arm. He kissed her again, utterring “okay” as he pulled the duvet up higher.
“Should you call someone?” Mrs Shepherd asked,
“We were told as long as she doesn’t have any more than 5 in an hour, or experience any other symptoms, we shouldn’t worry”
“What time is it?” Amelia’s voice was quiet and husky.
“Three a.m” her mom replied.
“It’s too late to call anyone now” Amelia said, closing her eyes momentarily before looking back to the TV.
“We have an appointment tomorrow, everything is fine”
Owen swept her hair back form her face, kissing her forehead. She upturned her face and lethargically pecked him on the lips. keeping her eyes closed. She rest her head against his chest, nestled under his chin.
“I’m going to get back to bed, okay, just.. just come and get me if you need me” Mrs Shepherd said, wrapping her arms around herself, adreniline wearing off, a chill sweeping in.
Owen nodded. “Thank you mom” Amelia spoke weakly, briefly opening her eyes.
Mrs Shepherd stooped, dropping a kiss to the top of Amelia’s head. “You’re doing amazing Amelia, I’m so proud of you…” She said, squeezing Amelia’s shoulder. Amelia smiled gently, but could barely open her eyes. “Goodnight Owen” Mrs Shepherd said, meeting Owen’s tired gaze. He nodded, “goodnight”, smiling warmly.
“Do you want to go back to bed hun?” Owen asked, holding Amelia tight. She shook her head, humming. “I don’t want to move… mmn the tv.” Owen understood her, sitting her up a little and moving them both down the couch, better arranging the pillows around them. Finally comfortable, they both sighed and relaxed into one another’s embrace. “How do people do this?” Amelia mumbled, barely moving her mouth.
“The same as you, one day at a time…”
She hummed, nuzzling into the duvet. The babies had both succumbed to sleep, finally providing Amelia with the rare chance of undisturbed sleep. A cooking show played almost mute, the TV casting a flickering light about the room. The box reflected in Owen’s and Amelia’s half closed eyes. Owen pressed another kiss to Amelia’s forehead, and another. The reality of their situation sweeping over him, that he was holding his family in his arms. He held her tighter, kissing her again, feeling the weight of Amelia against him, of their babies. He kissed her again.
“Owen…” Amelia mumbled, eyes opening and closing. Owen pressed another kiss into her hair and rearranged his arms, holding her firmly “Yeah”
“Love you” she sighed, focusing on the flickering light of the TV on the back of her eyelids.
Owen smile tightly, tearfully, whispering ‘I love you too’ against her scalp.
“Okay, Amelia…”
“Carina? Um… we were meant to be seeing...”
“I know, i’m covering, I hope this is okay?” Carina said, pursing her lips, looking between the pair, eyes landing on Mrs Shepherd.
“Er, sure that’s alright, this… Is my mom” Carina leant forward, hand out, “Good to meet you Mrs Shepherd, I’m Dr Deluca”
Mrs Shepherd nodded, smiling politely. “Right this way…” Carina indicated, moving along the hall.
“So you’re at thirty weeks, which puts you at seven and a half months, so you have a little way to go before these ladies are at what we consider to be full term. Now… as you can see, both ladies are looking very healthy… nothing to note, other than baby B, lying transverse, she should hopefully turn in the next couple of weeks. Baby A is already turned, which is very good, though I imagine the nudges to the ribs aren’t fun, no?”
Amelia smiled, eyes glued to the screen, nodding. “The next couple of weeks you’ll notice they’ll stop moving so much, and wiggle around a little more, nudge you in places as they’re running out of space”.
Mrs Shepherd peered at the screen, taking in every inch of it, smiling every so often. “They will really start to gain weight in the coming weeks, though they are very good sizes already, I think by 37-38 weeks you could be looking at high 6lbs” Carina continued, looking down at her notes.
All of their eyes widened at the news of the predicted babies weights, happy to hear that they would be healthy, big, babies, but worried for Amelia who had to carry them until then. “Now you say you’ve been having braxton hicks?”
“Um, yes…” Amelia cleared her throat, pulling her eyes away from the screen. “I had a fifteen minute one last night, but I haven’t been having any more than two or three an hour.”
Carina nodded as Amelia spoke, listening as she moved the transducer lower down Amelia’s stomach. “Okay, well I will check your cervix just now, to check for shortening but, it can just be the case sometimes.”
Amelia nodded, dropping her head back, eyes to the ceiling. Owen squeezed her hand and she turned to him. He smiled warmly, eyes bright. “Okay, Amelia, I don’t want to worry you, your cervix is a little shortened in comparison to what it was last noted in your notes okay. I’m going to check tranvaginally now, to get a better understanding... would you like some privacy?” Carina said, standing up, looking to Mrs Shepherd and to Owen.
Amelia’s eyes widened a little, looking to Owen. Mrs Shepherd noticed, stating, ‘I’ll just step out for a coffee, and to use the bathroom alright?”
Amelia nodded, smiling softly, nervously. Once the door closed behind her mother, Carina brought over a blanket and pulled the curtain around. “I’ll give you a couple of minutes to get settled, you just need you bottoms off and then cover yourself with the blanket okay?” Carina spoke kindly, cupping Amelia’s knee.
“Owen…” Amelia dropped her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, holding both of Owen’s hands. Owen saw the fear in her eyes, and smiled reassuringly.
“Sweetie, she only said a little shortened, okay… “ Amelia nodded, inhaling deeply. Beginning to take off her trousers.
“Okay Amelia, What I see here is that you cervix has shortened okay, from 4cm to 2.9. I want to keep you in for a little while to monitor the braxton hicks and run some tests to see if you’ve been having any contractions. Now I want you to know that this isn’t severe, we’ll need to put you on bed rest, perhaps even modified, which means you could still move around a little. Once we get the tests back we’ll know whether we need to put you on anything to stop the contracting” Carina said, covering Amelia and wheeling on her stool to her side. Amelia clenched her jaw, nodding. She squeezed Owen’s hand tighter.
“Okay, we’ll get you to a room, and get everything set up to monitor the braxton hicks, get some bloods, and then go from there”
“Okay…” Amelia said, struggling to find her words. She bit her lip, leaning on her hand to sit up. Owen stood up and pulled the blanket around her lower half to cover her, leaving an arm around her.
“I’ll put a wheelchair outside and meet you at the OB reception in five minutes” Carina spoke as she moved to the door, smiling back at the pair warmly, nodding before leaving.
“Owen, what if… what if they come…” Amelia stuttered tearily, bottom lip curling.
“They won’t, but if that were to happen, which it won’t, we’d be okay, we’d just have a harder fight to fight, but listen Amelia, you heard Carina, alright, it’s going to be okay”
“But, Owen, I can’t bear this… if they….”
“Amelia, stop, listen, look at me” Her face tore him apart, tears strung from her eyes like beads down a thread. She sniffed, pressing her lips. Owen could see the frays of her composure retracting.
“We are okay, the babies are healthy, and safe… they’re still safe… we might just need to take things a little easier, and be more careful, that’s all… did you hear her before, they’re gonna be big healthy babies!” Owen said, dipping down to her height. Amelia nodded, smiling with him. She let out a breath, nodding again, “You’re right… it’s okay, its all okay…” she said, breathing lengthily. Looking down at her bump, covering it with her hands.
Owen sat down beside her and pulled her against him, she snaked her arms around him and sighed. “Our future babies better not be twins, this is too hard” She murmured, closing her eyes. Owen chuckled sadly.
“All this will just make the end result more brilliant” He said, pulling back to see her face. He dragged the pads of his thumbs across her cheeks, taking away her tears. She smiled, shaking her head, though she knew he was right.
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“Amelia, why the hell didn’t you tell me you were pregnant, I mean I know that we haven’t been in communications for a while but this hardly counts as something small. Amelia…” Mrs Shepherd continued to ramble on, much in the way that Amelia usually did. However Amelia was silent, leaning heavily into Owen as he guided her through their lounge, unsure where to take her, to the couch or to bed.
Her eyes were closed, as if she were trying to block out her mother, and her free hand encircled her stomach. Nausea hung at the back of her throat, heavy on her chest. Her mother continued to ramble on, following them towards their bedroom.
Amelia inhaled and shook her head, thinking ‘please, please stop mom’. Her mom followed them all the way into their bedroom, and stood at the end of the bed, finally quieting to watch Owen helping her daughter onto the bed. Amelia finally saw the window to speak and sighed, “Mom… it’s more complicated… It’s” she sighed again, closing her eyes, rubbing her face with her hand.
Mrs Shepherd frowned, shaking her head in disbelief, “Amelia it’s not, you should have...”
“Mom! Please… just… can we just…” Amelia looked up, eyes watering, “I just need a minute to… get my head, just…”
Her moms face softened, and she sank in her posture, scanning her eyes over Amelia. She nodded, tears in her own eyes. She met Owen’s gaze and suddenly felt horrible, having just yelled at her struggling daughter for five minutes. She nodded, watching Owen help Amelia sit up and position pillows around her back.
She stood still at the end of the bed, worry, and guilt morphing her face. “Alright” Owen uttered, brushing back Amelia’s hair, Amelia nodded, reaching for his hand and squeezing it momentarily. Mrs Shepherd watched their interaction and felt guilt grip her tighter.
“I’ll be back in a bit” Owen said, glancing up at Mrs Shepherd before leaving.
Amelia sat with her head resting against the headboard, eyes closed, hands running slowly over her stomach, trying to calm the movements of the babies, who’d started kicking up a storm the moment she saw her mother. She felt her mother's eyes on her and opened hers, meeting her gaze. She stood awkwardly, arms wrapped around herself. Amelia took a deep breath, and pat the space next to her, tilting her head.
They sat in silence, Amelia continuing to breathe evenly, hands continuing her administrations of her bump. “You must be due soon, no?”
Amelia chuckled softly, closing her eyes again, “nope… I have another two or so months to go”
“Really? Wow” they fell silent again. Mrs Shepherd ran her eyes over Amelia and frowned, confused by her size, as Amelia plucked up the energy to talk to her.
“There’s two in here” She said, opening her eyes to catch her mother’s reaction.
“Twins, you’re having twins?” her tone rose, as did her brows.
Amelia smiled, settling her head back and closing her eyes again. Mrs Shepherd, peered down at her daughter’s stomach in awe.
“I…. I’m sorry Amelia” She started, becoming tense. Amelia’s smile faded, but she continued her even breaths, and her soothing hand motions. Her mother, watched her as she continued. “I was wrong, about you… getting married, I should have been there, I… seeing you with him, with Major Hunt”
“You can call him Owen”
“Owen, I’m sorry… I was wrong”
“It’s fine”
“No, it… it isn’t, please just let me make it up to you? To… to do that I need you to let me be in your life, please Amelia”
Amelia bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut harder, breathing becoming more erratic, she inhaled quickly and deeply, breathing even again. “Shhh now” she muttered to the babies, stilling her hands, pouting. “Mom, I… I don’t know… this is too much right now”
“Amelia, it’s simple you just…”
“No mom, it’s not, I can’t just forgive you just like that…. You missed something that…. That was important to me Mom, and I was on my own, with no family… and you just…. You just…. God damnit!” she yelled and curled over herself, clutching her stomach.
Mrs Shepherds eyes widened and she sat up, sitting on her knees, “Amelia… Amelia what is it…”
“No it’s… damn it” Amelia shook her head, closing her eyes. She fidgeted in her spot, trying to find a more comfortable position.
“Major Hu…. Owen!” Mrs Shepherd called out, leaning towards her daughter but stopping just beside her.
Owen ran in, brows furrowing, speeding to Amelia’s side, Jilly ran in with him, standing beside him, resting her chin on the mattress.
“Hey, hey, what is it? talk to me” Amelia shook her head, quickly grasping Owen’s hand and pushing it towards her lower spine. Owen sighed, and perched on the edge of the bed, nodding and understanding.
He knead into her muscles, looking up to Mrs Shepherd, taking in her worried expression. “She’s having a false contraction” he told her, frowning slightly.
Amelia leaned against Owen, bathing in the comfort of his presence beside her, breathing lengithly through pouted lips.
Mrs Shepherd nodded, shifting backwards slightly, a tear stringing from her eye. “I’m sorry, I’ll… Amelia, I never meant to…” she struggled for words, shaking her head.
“Mom… don’t, It’s okay Mom, its...”
“Amelia, I think you should take a nap, they’re moving like crazy, and this day…” Owen uttered softly, meeting Amelia’s tired, teary gaze. Her contraction slowly ceased and she nodded, laying her hand over Owens where it rest against her stomach.
“Alright?”
“Okay…” she mumbled, inhaling again, as deep as her diminished lung capacity would allow for.
“Mrs Shepherd… would you like some tea, something to eat?” He said, standing up. Mrs Shepherd nodded sharply and shifted off of the bed. “Sure… I’ll see you in a bit?”
She said, pausing at the door, looking back at her daughter. Amelia simply nodded, closing her eyes and turning onto her side.
“So, Owen…. How… how did you and Amelia meet?”
“Um, we met through work… just kinda forming a connection over time, I was friends with Derek” Owen said, busying himself making tea and a sandwich. Mrs Shepherd nodded, clasping her hands in her lap. “So how long…”
“Listen, Mrs Shepherd, I know you love your daughter, and I know from what Amelia has told me that your relationship hasn’t always been so… peaceful, but… Amelia needs peaceful right now. Can… can you please just go about this… situation, in a way that’s not going to, to…”
“I get it, and yes, I… yes, you know, I think this has already been a lot… I’ll go find a hotel and come back tomorrow, will you be home” She said, standing up.
Owen’s posture sank, and he sighed, “No, I mean, yes, Amelia’s on leave… just at least have your tea first, and eat some food, Amelia will be feeling better once she’s woken up, and she won’t like it if you’ve left.”
Mrs Shepherd pursed her lips and nodded, glancing down at her feet. She shook her head, eyes welling with tears. “I don’t know what to do… to get her to forgive me.”
Owen frowned, bringing her the food and drink he’d prepared, lolling his head to indicate that they should move into the lounge. They sat on the couch, “You hurt her, you just need to understand. This kind of…. thing, it just takes time”
Mrs Shepherd sighed sadly and took a bite of the sandwich.
“You need to have more faith in her”
“I do, Major... Owen, I do have faith in her”
“That was what stopped you from coming to the wedding, you thought she had relapsed, you can’t do that”
“You don’t understand… With Amy it’s…”
“No, I do… you can’t keep reminding her of all the times she’s made mistakes, not when she’s good, when she’s trying to move forward. She does it to herself all the time, that’s what causes her hesitance, and fear, she’s scared of making the same mistakes, she doesn’t need to be reminded. You’re her mother and now you just need to be there for her… that’s what she needs…. Okay, she needs to not feel alone”
Mrs Shepherd nodded, pressing her lips together. “You’re right… I don’t get to see her, very much, so I just remember what she used to be like, not…”
Owen nodded, “I’m just going to check on her, you can… turn on the TV if you like”
Owen climbed, carefully, onto the bed, lying down facing Amelia. She opened her eyes as soon as he settled beside her. “Hey you…” he whispered, resting his hand against her bump, finding more stillness than he’d felt earlier. “And you two” he continued, “have you been able to sleep?”
Amelia shook her head softly, “but the rest has helped, I felt like everything was spinning… the babies were going crazy”
“They’re calmer now” Owen said, lifting up her shirt to rest skin against skin.
“I had a chat with your mom” Amelia groaned at this, closing her eyes. “She’s sorry.”
“I know… I know she is” Amelia said, turning her face towards the ceiling, closing her eyes.
“She knows what she’s done”
“I know….” she looked back to him, meeting his eyes.
Owen nodded, smiling a little, “You hungry?” he said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Amelia hummed, smirking. “Yes” She said, pulling his lips to hers, she kissed him hard.
Owen pulled back to take a breath and chuckled. “For food Amelia, are you hungry for food? Your mom is just outside”
Amelia whined, “fine” flopping onto her back and shifting her legs over the side of the bed. “Sit me up husband” she ordered him, smiling, lying haphazardly with her arms and legs out in front of her.
“Yes your majesty…” he said, sitting up, pulling her with him.
“What ‘s my mom doing? Criticizing our decor, writing a report? Sending it back to my sisters?”
Owen chuckled, rolling his eyes, helping her stand. “She’s eating a damn sandwich Amelia”
Amelia nodded, holding his hand and pulling him to the closet, Owen frowned, “Amelia, why are you…”
“My legs feel like jelly, will you just stand there while I change?” she smirked, pulling her shirt up and over her head, her already bedraggled hair fluffed up further, “or do you have commitments other than watching me get naked then unnaked while not falling over?”
Owen grinned, shaking his head and leaning against the wall.
“That’s it, yeah put it on… yeah right there” Owen quipped, smirking, eyes bright.
“Shut up Owen” she said, shaking her head, putting on her support belt, unbuttoning her pants.
“Oh yeah, pull down your trousers”
“Shut...up” She lifted one foot out of her pants and wobbled, reaching for the shelf, but Owen reached her before. She dropped her foot and sighed, leaning against Owen, “oh yeah, lean harder, that’s the spot” Owen teased. Amelia slapped his thigh, shaking her head.
“OH” he gasped, groaning sexually before chuckling.
“”OWEN!!” Amelia scorned him, standing up straight, glaring at him. Owen only smiled wider and kissed her, singing “Love you…”
“Yeah, love you too” she said, smiling lopsidedly, stepping out of her trousers, “Now, throw me those sweats, we need to get out there before she gives up on me again”
Owen sighed, passing them to her.
“Amelia… you both need to give each other a chance, if… if you want this to work”
Amelia nodded slowly, taking the pants and a t-shirt out to the bedroom, sitting on the bed.
“I don’t want to give her a chance if she’s just going to…”
“You have to trust her, she’s your mother, and… you know, it’s not just you now, you have me, and you have our little ladies”
Amelia nodded again, pulling her t-shirt over her bump. She sat quietly for a moment, staring down. Owen moved to stand in front of her. “Would you help me put my pants on please? I can’t see or reach my feet” She passed them to him, fluttering her eyes.
He sank to his knees, speaking “Yes me-lady” as he pulled each pant leg over her feet. She stood up, and tugged them up the rest of the way, stating “food” before walking past him out the door.
“Hey, mom”
Mrs Shepherd leapt up and span to face Amelia, “Hi, are you… you feeling better?”
Amelia smiled, taking a deep breath and moving around the sofa, placing her hands on her hips. “I am… thank you” Amelia nodded, looking down at herself.
“Good, good, sit down, please”
They sat at either side of the couch, facing one another.
“You’re such a tiny person, it’s odd to see you… so” she gestured with her hand.
Amelia smirked, cheeks dimpling, “so round, I know. It feels odd too sometimes.”
“You were always the smallest, even as a baby, not like your sisters, or Derek”
“Mom, I want to forgive you. Just… just promise me you won’t do this again?” Amelia blurted, done with small talk. Her question caused a pause.
“Oh Amelia, I promise” her eyes welled and she shifted forward. Amelia crossed her arms across her bump and held herself. Her mother spoke again, “I promise” she began to cry, and moved further towards Amelia, pausing with her arms raised.
Amelia nodded, tears stringing from her eyes at the motion. Mrs Shepherd wept and pulled her daughter into her arms, wrapping her up and holding her tight.
Amelia held her breath for a moment, “I had a baby in LA, and he died,” Her mother stopped breathing, frowning, her body became rigid, Amelia continued, “he, I held him and he lived for forty three minutes and he… he died, and so did his dad, we didn’t know I was pregnant, he… aspirated on his own vomit, I woke up and he was dead”
Her mother pulled back, and opened her mouth to speak, but Amelia continued, “And I had a brain tumour, we found out this year, it’s gone now, but… yeah”
Her mother continued to cry, covering her mouth with her hand.
Owen entered then, standing behind them. “We’re having twin girls” Amelia said, taking Owen’s hand. Mrs Shepherd pressed her lips together, eyes wide and wet. Amelia squeezed Owens hand.
“Mrs Shepherd have some of your tea… maybe” She nodded, turning in her seat as Owen ran around the couch to pass her the tea. “Owen will you get me some? Please” Amelia asked, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.
Owen nodded, brushing her shoulder. Mrs Shepherds hands shook, as she brought her mug to her lips.
“Mom, I know it’s a lot… but I’m here now, and I’m happy, and healthy”
“Amelia, why…” She stopped, leaning forward and placing the mug down, closing her eyes. “I’m so… You’re here” She nodded, turning then and pulling Amelia into her embrace again.
Amelia felt warmth build in her chest and the babies both increased their movement. She took her mother’s hand and placed it against her stomach, letting her feel the strong turnings. Amelia closed her eyes, inhaling, “you still wear the same perfume” Amelia uttered, smiling tearfully.
“It’s my favourite, you know that” Her mother replied, combing Amelia’s hair with her fingertips. “I love you so much Amy, so so much” Amelia nodded against her mothers chest,
“how long are you here?”
“I haven’t booked my return yet, I was hoping a couple of weeks, there’s a bed and breakfast nearby” she said, Amelia sat up.
“You can stay here tonight, if… you you want to”
Mrs Shepherd smiled, “I would love to.”
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Hold Me
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“Um… Owen” He turned, mutely glancing in the direction of the voice. It was Maggie. She had an expression painting her face that stopped him. He frowned, turning briefly back to his sleeping sister before moving to the door. “Hi Maggie, what is it? Are you okay?”
Maggie hugged the file she had in her hands, inhaling deeply. “No, yes, no it… its Amelia. I…” her eyes dropped to the floor.
Owen felt suddenly uneasy, “Maggie what is it? Has… has she relapsed? Where is she?” He said, walking further out into the hall and turning back to her. Maggie looked back up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. “No, no, she hasn’t relapsed, she… We should” she indicated into an empty side room. Owen followed her, worry multiplying like a virus inside him.
“Sit down”
“No, Maggie… tell me whats going on” he said, hands coming to rest in fists on his hips.
“Okay, so…” she hesitated before handing him the file. He took it in confusedly.
“This is…” he ran his eyes over Amelia’s name on the label, he opened it and the scan was the first thing he saw. His brows dropped. “Whose…”
“It’s hers, it’s Amelia’s” Maggie whispered. Owen walked over to the desk and sat down.
“She has a tumour” he said, laying the file down on the table, his eyes were wide. He felt dizzy, taking slow, shaky breaths.
“She’s been taken off of service… but”
“They put her on leave?” He asked, feeling his heart in his throat. His eyes burned. Maggie nodded.
“But she won’t leave, I… I can’t get her to leave, she spends all her time in the neuro on call room, she won’t speak. I… Owen, I don’t know what to do” she spoke into the silence, flushing warm with worry. “I’m sorry, I…”
“It’s okay… I’ll go… I go to her” he pushed the file back towards Maggie. Eyeing it, feeling sick. Maggie nodded, pursing her lips speedily wiping a tear away before it fell.
He found the on call room dark, the curtains closed, blacking out the sun. In the minimal light he could just about make out Amelia, on the bed, curled up facing the wall. “Amelia” he spoke softly, moving to her and standing still beside the bed. She looked so small there, so alone.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see she was still in her scrubs, the blanket was bunched up below her feet. “Amelia?” He said, again, failing to keep the rasp of sadness out of his voice.
“Owen” she uttered, not moving. He sat down carefully. The pillow under her head rustled as she twisted slightly to look at him. When she saw him she wanted to feel angry, to tell him to go, but the reality was the opposite. She missed him. She pursed her lips, feeling her eyes fill with tears, “You know” she said. He nodded. “You were right when you said something was wrong with me” she said. “I… don’t want to argue”
“Okay” he whispered, resting his palm against her shoulder, she was cool to touch.
“I don’t want to talk about it” she continued, eyes glinting in the low light that pierced the curtain.
“Oh Amelia” he replied to her, brushing her forearm, “We don’t have to talk”.
“Will you… please, just hold me” she said. He moved to comply before even replying,
“Of course” he whispered, spooning up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle, pulling her against him. She was shaking, breathing lengthily. She held her breath and shuddered. “I’m so tired” she said. Owen pulled the blanket up and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“You’re okay” he whispered, soothing her hair back. She shook her head softly.
“No, I’m not” she said, twisting around to face him, curling under his chin. She wrapped her hands around him, squeezing her eyes closed as they burned with tears. Her chest ached with fear. Owen felt her body rippling as she cried and held her tighter, trying his very best not to fall apart with her. “It’s going to be okay Amelia” he said, trying to convince himself, as well as her.
She nodded slightly against his chest.
He cupped the back of her head with his hand, wincing at the knowledge of what was growing inside it. He clenched his jaw, willing away the tears. “You’re going to be okay.”
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I’ll never be the Hero
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He saw her the moment he pulled into the clearing where the trailer had been. The windshield wipers were having a hard time keeping up with the torrential rain, so the woodland before him was a watery mosaic. The headlights would have told her of his arrival but she stayed put, staring off into the forest. He stopped the car a little way away from her and climbed out, leaving the headlights on low. He instantly gave up on trying to keep his hood up, the wind wanted it down.
The whole forest was swaying, creating a rushing ocean sound. He walked cautiously towards her, keeping his eyes up, searching through the fog of night, for his wife, the woman he loved more than anyone in the world, the one whom loving sometimes felt so hard.
He called her name when he thought she’d hear and saw her head drop. “Amelia” he said again. He reached her side and stooped slightly, wincing as the rain beat down. She just nodded and looked back up, into the forest.
“I needed to to go somewhere” she said, so soft it was almost drowned by the wind. He leaned closer to hear her. “I needed to go somewhere, so I came here, instead of.... I didn’t want to go to a bar...so I came here…. I needed someone to….” she closed her eyes harshly, as if in pain… anguish.
“I can feel Derek here” she said, opening her blues again; blue darkened by the night, darkened by pain.
Owen nodded, glancing back at the car, rain flashed before the headlights, his car sat alone, she must have got a taxi. He looked back to Amelia and took her in, she wasn’t wearing a coat, just her jumper and a pair of jeans. She was drenched, hair in watery dreds, stuck to her face and neck. “Amelia…” he touched her and she flinched away. He froze there with his hand up, feeling his eyes brim with tears.
“I feel so alone Owen, I’m on my own… and the hardest thing about that is that I did it to myself… I put myself here, because I was scared. I’m just terrified… of…” she stopped suddenly, mouth stuttering and closing, eyes wide, diving between the trees before her. “...of losing you… of losing any baby we try to have… of...losing...I can’t take it Owen, I can’t take it” she shook her head, stepping back, away from his reaching hands. She wept, hiccupping and wheezing, her mouth frowning in such a way that he could see her lower teeth. “No Owen… I… I don’t know what to do… because I love you so much… so much it hurts, and I want to protect you… but I’m… I love you and… I’m so alone” she wailed, wrapping her arms around herself, gripping her sopping clothes with her numb, bluing hands.
“I don’t want to be on my own, but I… I don’t know how… Because I’m so scared” her mouth hung open. Owen knew that tears were falling, in amongst all the rain droplets rolling down her cheeks. “I’m so scared” she cried, coiling over slightly, releasing her sorrow in a whistling scream, suffocating with each breath she struggled to take. Owen stepped towards her, reaching still, but she stepped back, “No… don’t touch me O… don’t… don’t” she wept, holding out a shaking hand.
“Amelia” he cried, sorrow burning in his chest. He stood up straight, “I don’t know what I can say to make this better, what can I do? I don’t want to be without you… Amelia”... he stepped towards her, relieved when she didn’t back away. “You’re not cursed” he said, loud but soft.
She locked eyes with him, the weight of his love tethered her there. “I… I’m your’s Amelia… As long as I have anything to do with it… I’m yours… I’m never going to leave you” he said firmly, his own tears mixing with rain, warming his cheeks.
Amelia shook her head, “I’m not afraid you’ll leave Owen” she said, in a tone that hurt him more than he thought possible.
“I’m afraid you’ll be taken from me…” the world seemed to quieten at her words, in respect of them. He shook his head, stepping closer to her, she didn’t flinch. “I’ll do everything in my power to stay with you” he said, moving cautiously closer, “I’ll never… I’ll never open an umbrella indoors, or… walk under a leaning ladder” she smirked solemnly, tipping her head just so, to the side, “I’ll never be the hero” he said.
She pouted, pausing before nodding softly.
“I’ll be the most cowardly husband” he said, and a smile crept into both their eyes. The smile left as quickly as it came and she shuddered with fear again, eyes slipping away from his. He brought his hands up and held her shoulders.
“Amelia” he leant to catch her gaze, but she kept it from his reach.
“I don’t know if I can ever give you what you want” she said, sadness constricting her throat again. The warmth of his hands around her forearms made her want to run from him as much as it made her want to disappear into his embrace.
“You are what I want” he said, shaking her gently. She looked back to him, the headlights illuminated his left side, setting his soaked trusses ablaze. “You deserve more” she whispered so quietly that he only understood from reading her lips.
“I don’t care what we do Amelia, as long as you are happy and healthy beside me… I need you to believe that, okay?” He said, never meaning something so much in his life. He held her firmly, leaning towards her. His eyes were wide and unfaltering.
“I do… want a baby” she uttered, almost afraid to say it. He frowned sorrowfully, fresh tears collecting in his eyes. Her released one of her arms and brushed a sodden lock of hair from her face, she looked so vulnerable.
“I know” he whispered, deciding then that he needed her in his arms, he pulled her ferociously against him. She held onto him tightly, hands clawing desperately at his back, as she released all of the uncategorised emotions out in loud pained cries. He cried too. He squeezed his eyes closed, basking in relief at having his wife back in his arms, in the release of all that was known and unknown, everything that needed said, had been.
“I love you” he squeaked, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. She gasped in sequence and held her breath, shaking, tears continuing from her closed eyes.
She nodded, completely and utterly sure of his love for her, and hers for him. The rain, lashed relentlessly at the pair, spiraling down in the wisps of the wind. But they didn’t care.
She pulled away just enough to look up at him. She told him of her love without words and pulled his lips to hers, eyes flickering shut at the soothing warmth of him against her. They held each other tighter, as if afraid the storm would pull them apart. Their kiss broke, and they held one another, both starting to shudder from the cold.
They wordlessly agreed and staggered with shaky legs back towards the car, their hold of one another only loosening at the passenger door where they shared one more kiss before letting go. They found each others hands as soon as they were able and spent the rest of the night in a desperate intermittent contact.
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Unbelievable
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“You’ve got to the bathroom fifty times today” Owen spoke out over the glass of water he had at his lips. His brows were raised, a sly smile lifting his features. Amelia heard his words from the hall, she’d just left the bathroom. She shuffled into the kitchen, finding him leaning against the kitchen side. She frowned in confusion.
“You’ve… breathed today… and it hasn’t been fifty times anyway!” she retorted, migrating into the room and moving to the fridge.
“You go every hour” he said, putting his glass into the sink and folding his arms, running his eyes over his wife, she wore a pair of his old pyjama bottoms, rolled at the waist so they weren’t too long, and a vest top, that hugged her torso. She felt his eyes on her and sighed, rolling her eyes, drinking some juice from the carton.
“I’m just saying” he said, a smile in his tone. Amelia placed the juice back into the fridge and span on the spot.
“I know what you’re saying… and I don’t know why you are making a thing about it” she said, finding his smile infectious.
“Is my baby taking up room in there?” he said, almost squealing with excitement bobbing over to her and pressing her against the fridge with his hands against her stomach. Amelia groaned and ran her hands through her hair, lolling her head back to look to the ceiling.
“Owen” she moaned, trying to stop him from pulling her shirt up. “Owen you’ve got to…” he shushed her.
“One minute” he said and he began to talk to their baby.
“Owen it can’t even hear you yet” she exclaimed and he shushed her again. She silenced, relenting. Owen had been tiresomely obsessed since Amelia had started to show signs of her pregnancy, and Amelia hadn’t had the heart to convincingly tell him no, because it made him so happy.
He finished his ramblings with multiple firm kisses against her stomach. Amelia rest her hands on her hips and sighed, watching him.
“You done?” She said, grinning down at him, mildly annoyed. He showered more kisses against her and rose, dropping two against her lips, pulling down her vest and rubbing his palm briskly against her stomach for good measure before releasing her. She huffed, watching him as he grabbed an apple and walked out into the living room. She looked around the kitchen then, feeling a little lost.
“Owen you made me forget what I was going to do in here” she whined, grabbing an apple too and following him out.
He beamed up at her, “Baby brain” he said, and before he had even finished speaking Amelia had thrown her head back, groaning in irritation.
“Okay you need to stop Owen, not everything I do is a baby thing” She whined, threading her fingers through her hair. Owen simply nodded, smiling in a way that told her he was not going to stop. “Sorry” he said, again, it didn’t sound completely genuine. He pat the spot next to him on the sofa and nodded towards it, grinning up at her. She smiled in astonishment locking onto his loving gaze. She shook her head and moved to him, dropping down onto the sofa, into his arms. “You are unbelievable” Amelia muttered, taking the remote out of his hand and turning on the TV.
Fin.
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The Darkening Pt. 12
Hey, Here is chapter 12! I really hope you like it! I’m always take suggestions for future chapters so let me know xx
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Amelia roused from sleep easily. In that way only possible when you have slept until you can’t anymore. It was always in the early hour that she found herself feeling most content, when the drowsiness still hazed her ability to think, her mind would be quiet; only having first thoughts, like ‘warm’ at the feeling of her body amongst the covers. She’d usually wonder of the time, observing where the sun was hitting the wall. On most mornings, ‘Owen’ would come to mind. She open her eyes to find him still sleeping, she’d rest in her love for him, eyeing his expression as he slept, his smell, his warmth.
Though the past week or so she’d been waking up alone. He’d wake first, having all the same first thoughts and he’d leave her to sleep.
The sun sat further across the wall than she had grown accustomed to. ‘It must be late’ she thought, brows furrowing as she turned onto her side, gazing out of the window. She heard Owen enter the room, his breathing was heavy, she thought he must have been running, as he often did in the mornings. She could hear him walking around the room, she smiled at how painstakingly slow he was going, trying to be quiet.
“Owen” she said, voice husky from sleep. His head peeked into her line of sight. “Hi” he said, a bashful smile painting his face. “You’re awake” he said and she nodded, rolling onto her back to look at him. She beamed at him. “You look hot” she said, and he looked down at himself, ‘i’m not sweating’ he thought. “I was running” he pulled at his shirt at the back to see if it stuck.
When he met her eyes again, he caught onto what she meant. “Oh” he mouthed. She giggled as he crawled up the bed, dropping kisses as he went, finally landing on her mouth. She laughed into the kiss as his fingertips danced at her sides, her knees came up either side of him, bracketing his hips, she pulled at his shirt.
He groaned, leaning heavily into the kiss before pulling away. She huffed, childishly pouting, a smile in her eyes. He smiled at her, running his hand along her waist. “As much as you know I would love to.” he kissed her with every word, pausing to continue talking; “I said I’d go to the hospital, and I came to see if you wanted to… if you were awake… which you are.”
She held onto him tight, compressing him against her. “We can be quick” she whispered longingly, wrapping her legs around him tighter. He kissed her hard and paused, face hovering over hers. She was flushed, cheeks rosy. Her lips were scarlet and full, something that seemed exacerbated by the pregnancy, and drove him wild. Her ocean eyes were filled with lust, also seemingly exacerbated by her pregnancy. At fifteen weeks, her sickness had passed and her libido had rocketed.
“Please” she uttered, smiling brightly, knowing he couldn’t resist her begging. He chuckled, shaking his head and relenting, sinking his lips against her neck. Amelia went to work on his trousers, tugging them down as far as she could. Owen continued to drop kisses against her soft skin, nibbling and sucking. He sat up, pulling the hem of her vest up and over her head. Leaving her in only a pair of panties. He pulled off his shirt, and Amelia stripped off her underwear.
Owen sat above her, staring; Amelia lie panting, her ample chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. “Owen” she begged, grasping his hands and moving them to her breasts, encouraging his soft caress. “You’re so beautiful” he sighed, running his fingertips over the round curve of her stomach before pulling her up towards him. With her legs circling his hips, his hands denting the soft flesh of her back, he entered her. They sighed unanimously and sought each other lips, capturing them, kneading like clay.
Amelia closed her eyes in bliss, head lolling back and she felt herself rolling towards her edge quicker than she ever had before. She tipped over into ecstasy first, quivering in Owen’s arms before collapsing against him. Her forehead rest against his shoulder, she pressed firm, warm kisses against his collarbone as he finished.
They sat there, in the center of their bed, embracing with heavy arms. “Okay?” Owen asked, lowering Amelia onto her back. She smiled softly and nodded, “Yes” she said. Owen sank down at her side and pulled the duvet up just below her stomach, running his hand firmly across it. She sighed comfortably and turned her head under his chin. “We can say I had morning sickness” Amelia spoke softly, her breath tickling Owens chest. He hummed, continuing his hand across her small bump. “I still can’t believe our baby is in there” Owen whispered, eyeing her bump with tearful awe. Amelia smiled, turning her head to follow his gaze. He stretched his large hand across the expanse of her stomach.
“I can, I’m reminded all the time” she chuckled, turning into his side, depressing kisses against his chest, taking in his musky scent. She seemed to be addicted to it, so much that she found herself craving and seeking him. He pulled her against him firmly, hand against the small of her back. “We should get going soon, and you need to eat”
“Yeah, yeah” Amelia spoke sleepily.
“Hello, my name is Dr Shepherd, what’s yours?” Amelia sat down in front of a little boy, his hair was a muddy blond and stuck out all over the place. He looked to the women who sat in a chair close by and she nodded, smiling. “Josh” he said sweetly.
Amelia smiled, “Okay Josh, well I’m a doctor who knows everything there is to know about everything in here” she pointed to his head. “So if you have anything weird that happens there I can help” His face lit up and he looked back to the women.
“I hit my head, I fell” he said, he reached behind his head and pulled his hand back, “look its red back there” he said, showing her his fingers, dotted with blood.
Amelia nodded. “Oh dear, well you’re lucky because me and my friends can fix that” She said, standing up and pulling out her new flashlight. Owen entered then, pushing a trolley of supplies. Josh’s eyes darted to him, “Is he your friend?” He asked, eyes flitting back to Amelia. Amelia smiled, “He is Josh, we’re married” She said, pointing back to her flashlight, indicating that she needed his focus back. He rose his eyebrows, still looking at Owen, he giggled, wriggling in his seat.
“Josh look here” Amelia said, smirking at the boy. Owen walked to stand beside Amelia. “Hi Josh, my name is Dr Hunt, I’m going to fix this little cut back here” Owen said, calmly. The little boy smiled, putting his thumb up, still following Amelia’s orders. “You are being so brave Josh” Amelia said, he grinned bashfully and shrugged his shoulders.
“Okay Josh, you’re going to feel a little stinging and then no pain at all okay?” Owen said, Amelia finished her exam and crouched slightly, nodding and meeting Josh’s eyes, “Nearly done” Amelia said, she turned to the women and indicated with a tip of her head that she could come over.
“Who’s this?” Amelia said to the boy.
“Jane, she my auntie, daddy’s sister” he said, happily. “She’s a little bit like my mommy now” he said, smile faltering slightly. Amelia nodded. Feeling her chest constrict slightly looking into the boy’s eyes, seeing sadness there. “How old are you?” Amelia asked, trying to distract him after a nod from Owen. “I’m six, and a half” he said, before wincing, squeezing his aunt’s hand.
“That bits all done now” Owen said, glancing at Amelia before picking up the glue.
“Do you have many friends here?” Amelia said, sitting back down on the stool and fixing her posture. He twisted his lips, before pouting, “not really, all of the children are either babies or older, they won’t play with me” he said. Amelia grinned, raising her eyebrows.
“Well I know a little girl about your age, her name is Ray, and she’s pretty cool, she’s starting at the school soon, but I’m sure she’d like to play with you?”
Josh smiled toothily and swung his legs. “All done!” Owen said, rounding the table.
“Can we play today?” Josh said hopefully, looking between his aunt and Amelia. Amelia pursed her lips.
“Tomorrow, I need you to rest today, so your head can be better” she said. Josh slumped and nodded. “ but you can come tomorrow?” Amelia said, part asking Jane who nodded. “You can come and knock for her in the morning, do you have a bike?”
Josh became energised again and nodded frantically “Yeah!!!” he said. Amelia pulled out her notepad and wrote down their block number on it, passing it to the boy.
“That’s our block, come after nine yeah?” he nodded, wiggling in his seat again. Amelia stood, grinning at the excited boy and up at Owen.
“Okay well see you tomorrow” she helped him down from the bed and he bounced over to her, hugging around her stomach and then to his aunt, holding onto her as she moved towards the door.
“Nice you meet you Dr’s” she said. The nodded kindly and waved, watching them leave.
Owen smiled toothily at Amelia, “Ray is going to be excited, she’s been wanting to go out on her bike” he said. Amelia nodded, slotting her notebook back into her pocket and sighing.
“Any other patients?” Amelia asked Owen as they walked out to the hall.
“Nope” Owen said, folded his arms. Amelia groaned, throwing her head back. “What’s wrong?” Owen asked, watching her check her watch and pout her lips. The hospital was quiet, and where this meant they could be expecting a rush when at Grey Sloan, it meant the opposite in the military hospital.
“Nothing” she mumbled. Owen smirked, internally chuckling at her childish demeanor.
“Amelia” he prompted, lightly bumping into her side. She looked up at him, with wide, despairing eyes.
“I’m tired… and horny, and there’s nothing to do” she droned, frowning in frustration. “How is it that you can be in pain and horny at the same time?” she shook her head as she spoke, waving her hands out in front of her.
“Pain?” he said, skimming past the other counterpart to her mood. She huffed, sinking in her posture and pushing her hands into her pockets. “My back hurts” she said, glancing down at her watch again.
“How long have we got?” he asked, reaching the staff room and holding the door for her to enter.
“Half an hour” she flopped down onto the couch, groaning, throwing her feet up onto the coffee table and relaxing her entire body, eyes closed. Owen laughed aloud, busying his hands making a coffee and a tea.
“Hey don’t laugh at me, this is your fault” she said, mellifluously. He calmly made the drinks and walked to her, setting them down on the table. “If I remember correctly you were there taking part too” he said, sitting beside her and laying his arm along the back of the sofa behind her. “Kiss me” she simply said, her pleading eyes meeting his.
“no… “ he replied carefully, she opened her mouth and then whined. “You’ll want more. You can’t get enough of me!” he said, leaning to take a sip of his coffee.
“I won’t, I promise, just give me ten seconds” she said, turning towards him slightly. He twisted his lips, half smiling. “What if someone walks in?” She frowned at this, smiling with her eyes.
“Owen how many people are in this ER right now?” she asked, knowing full well the answer was two, she and him. He pursed his lips, as if he had to think about it. “Ten seconds” she continued. He thought for a second more,”Screw it” he breathed, enclosing her with his arms, pulling her across his lap and kissing her hard, the way he knew she needed it. She mewled, caressing his arm with one hand, the other was lost in his hair. His free hand worked up under her shirt, dancing across her skin in flurries making her shiver. After more than ten second Owen pulled away, relaxing his hold so that her torso rest against his legs.
“Ten seconds up” he panted, out of breath. She smiled, somewhat satisfied and closed her eyes, running her hands down and over her stomach, over where Owen’s hand possessively laid. Owen lifted her wrist and observed the time. “We’re off shift now” He said pulling his hand out from under her shirt, smoothing down the fabric. They wore green scrubs, a color neither had worn before, but they both appreciated the normality that wearing them provided.
“Let’s…go…Home?” Amelia said, finding herself almost automatically saying it but found herself surprised. Owen smiled, feeling confused by the idea too, he looked up to the ceiling.
“Yeah, I guess we could call it that”
“Help me up” she grunted as she strained to sit up, moving faster once Owen’s hands aided her.
“Oh great! I was going to put this in the fridge but you could have it now!” Evelyn said cheerily, eyeing Owen and Amelia as they entered the living room. “Amelia” she said, picking up a pitcher of something gruesome looking and a glass walking it to the table and setting it down. Amelia walked cautiously over and dropped her bag on the chair.
“Evelyn what is…” Amelia began but Megan interrupted, leaving her and her mother’s bedroom, “Don’t ask Amelia” she said, cringing and walking to the fridge. “It’s nothing untoward dear just a take on something my mother would make me when I was pregnant. I checked with Nina and even added some things that she recommended. It’s very nutritious and good for the baby” she said, pouring the green/brown gloopy smoothie into a glass. Amelia glanced around, meeting everyone’s eyes, each expression said ‘I’m glad I’m not you’ except Evelyn’s, whose was a picture of kindness and hope.
“It doesn’t taste so bad dear… and both…both my babies were strong as ox’s” she said sweetly, lifting the glass and holding it out towards Amelia. Amelia smiled genuinely, appreciating the thought that had gone into the gesture, wishing only that the drink looked more advertising. Amelia looked down at the drink, feeling Owen move up behind her and brush his open hand against the small of her back, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
Megan settled at the table, and Ginny instantly jumped up onto her lap, coiling up and dozing off.
“Oh I’m sorry about the taste dear” Evelyn said, observing the cringe that swept across her daughter in law’ features as she took a gulp. Amelia paused, clenching her jaw, fighting a gag, “it’s… it’s” she stuttered, “It’s okay, the texture is just… odd” Amelia continued, finding herself taking another huge gulp, trying to down it all quickly. Megan chuckled, “Thank you Amelia for getting pregnant before me and saving me from having to be the first to try this” Megan laughed, taking in a spoonful of yogurt. Amelia sat down opposite her and smirked, shaking her head.
“I’ll still make you it!” Evelyn said, turning back to the stove where she had a huge pot steaming.
“Maybe but I won’t be drinking it” She said, dipping her spoon back into her bowl only to have the bowl swiped away by her mother. “Dinner is done” she said, smiling jovially at Megan. “Owen, Amelia would you like some, spaghetti?” she said. The pair nodded, and thanked her, settling down at the table.
“You know you don’t have to cook for everyone everyday Evelyn? Although it is lovely” Richard said, helping her lay out all the plates.
“Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way, I finish at the school at two and then I've nothing else to do” she had started assisting at the school as her job, it was mainly just supervising play so it wasn’t very tasking.
The sun was setting outside and the room was tinted pink. Alex entered and clicked on two lamps, jumping up onto a stool beside Arizona. Ray appeared at the end of the hall then, helping Ellis walk. “Hey Ray… hello Ellis” Amelia said, warmly, her tone at saying Ellis’ name making her smile broadly. “Mommy” Ellis babbled, in reaching distance now from where Amelia sat. Ray grinned up at Amelia, unknowing of the significance of the word. Amelia’s face fell briefly, before she regained herself and lifted Ellis onto her lap. She met Owens eyes and shuddered slightly. She didn’t know how to approach the situation with Ellis, she was so little, and the situation was so big.
“There we go sweetie” Evelyn said, sitting Ellis’s highchair between Amelia and Owen, placing a small bowl of spaghetti on it’s table, one they all knew would be all over Ellis in a matter of moments.
The room silenced for a while, as everyone tucked into the food. Evelyn smiled, looking around, taking the silence as a sign that they were enjoying the food. Conversation slowly filtered in, about everyone’s days. Amelia told Ray about her play date, Ray jumped out of her seat at that, face alight with excitement. “Eat your food Ray” is all Amelia said, still grinning. Ray smiled too, silencing and tucking back into her food. “Will he bring his bike?” Ray whispered. Amelia nodded, chuckling.
“I feel more tired than I would after a full-on shift at Grey Sloan” Owen groaned, rolling over to his side of the bed, settling on his back with a long sigh. “Doing nothing is tiring” Amelia switched off the light and perched at edge of the bed pulling off her jumper. The natural light of the moon rolled through the blinds and painted her silhouette. Her hair had grown long and sat, dark, against the white cotton vest she wore. She moaned softly as she pulled off her socks. Her moan of discomfort morphed to one of pleasure as Owen moved up behind her and worked his hands into the tense muscles at her lower back. “Oh Owen” she gasped, relaxing back against him as shivers made her shudder. He laughed breathily and burrowed her face into the crook of her neck, absorbing her smell, and dusting kisses against her skin, all the while continuing to knead his strong hands into her back. In a short time her breathing was so even and she had relaxed so much that Owen thought she’d dozed off. He kept his hands moving however, for a few minutes at least.
He circled his hands around her limp, reclined form and smoothed his hands across her firm bump. He chortled in astonishment, shaking his head softly, the bulge seemed to have grown since the morning. He pulled up her vest to reveal it to the moonlight and Amelia jolted awake. “Owen?” She uttered, confused. She tensed momentarily before feeling his presence around her and relaxing once more. “This feels like its grown since this morning” he said, running his rough hands across it. Amelia simply sighed and pulled his hands to the underside of her bump, languidly running her palms against the backs of his. “Bed” she mumbled, lolling her head back until she could glimpse his eyes. “Yes” he replied, easing backwards, pulling her with him.
Outside their room, everyone but the children and Evelyn were still up, their chatter was like white noise to Amelia and Owen. It was still reasonably early, but after dinner the pair had pushed on through their exhaustion for only an hour before relenting to it.
“I need to close the blind” Owen whispered, entwined in Amelia.
“Leave it” Amelia said, turning slowly in his arms, onto her back, and then to face him slightly. “I like the moon” she said, allowing Owen to tuck a pillow behind and under her. “Have you been reading those leaflets Nina gave us?” Amelia spoke against his neck.
“I did, but it was nothing I hadn’t learnt in med school… it’s bad to sleep on your back” he said, sleepily, eyes drifting open and closed. Amelia hummed, sinking into sleep.
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can u write a fic where Owen is sick and nauseous and amelia takes care of him (other way around from ur last fic)
Not Going Anywhere.
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The continuous drum of the monitors had become white noise to Owen and Amelia. Megan was being kept unconscious until she recovered from her surgeries. Hours had turned, unnoticably, to days and then to weeks and they had now lost count of how long they had sat at her side. It was late, the sun had set two naps ago and Amelia was slipping into her third, head propped up on her fist.
Owen, inhaled deeply, face twisting in reaction to a sick feeling that rippled up from his unsettled stomach. He cleared his throat softly and scanned his eyes over Amelia who sat beside him, swaying to stay propped up on her hand. Owen groaned, leaning forward in his chair, feeling flushed and chilled all at once.
His stomach lurched painfully and he surged forward in his seat, freezing with his hands fanned out across his mouth. “Owen…” Amelia opened her eyes slightly, grimacing. She stared, unsure of what was going on. “I’m…. gonna…” Owen stuttered out. She sat up straight, realization dawning on her. “O, are you sick?” she shifted forward on her chair, and ran her hand across his back.
He grunted and nodded, glancing at her momentarily before relenting to the sickness and vomiting on the floor. “Oh… okay, hold on” Amelia shot up from her chair and grabbed a sick bowl, holding it under his face and guiding his hands to hold it. “Melia” he managed to say before throwing up again.
“Okay… up” she said, holding his torso firmly and pulling him up. He was shaky, “Sit down… that’s it” she sighed, moving him into her seat. She pushed him by the shoulder against the back of the chair. He looked up at her, out of breath, his eyes were lidded. She stood between his legs, worry contorting her face. She stooped down, pressing her hand against his forehead briefly before smoothing his hair back.
“You’re burning up” she shook her head, placing her palms against his cheeks, looking into his eyes. He shut his eyes, neck slackening against the back of the chair.
Amelia nodded, distractedly running her hands over his shoulders, looking down at the full cardboard bowl in his lap. She carefully took it from him, taking an empty bowl from underneath it, handing it to him. “I’ll be right back… just sit back…“
She walked the bowl out into the hall dropping it into the bin. She squirted antibac onto her palm and twisted her hands together. “Amelia… I don’t feel… good” Owen staggered out into the hall dizzily, his face pallid as paper. Amelia surged towards him, wrapping her arms around his torso. “I… think I need to go home” he said. Amelia nodded, eyes wide, “Okay… okay… come on” she said, supporting his weight, wobbling slightly as they walked. He was hot in her arms.
Owen stepped from the car before Amelia could even turn off the engine, falling to his knees in the gravel and expelling the contents of his stomach onto the grass at the side of their drive. Amelia lept from the car and sped around to him, muttering “What the hell” as she went. “It’s okay, you’re okay” she sighed, lowering down at Owens side and dragging her fingertips up and down his spine. He sank back against her, panting, tearfully. “Hey… it’s alright… this is probably a twenty four hour thing O” Amelia uttered softly, sweeping his hair back. He huffed, nodding, “You shouldn’t… you’ll get sick” he stuttered out.
“None of that… I’ll be fine, come on let’s get you in” she said, standing, as she pressed a kiss against his clammy forehead. He wobbled dangerously once up, and Amelia held him steady, feet planted firmly into the ground, arms around him in a strong hug. He sagged in her arms briefly, holding onto Amelia with all his strength. “You’re okay” Amelia said, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Love you” he murmured. Amelia pursed her lips, letting herself relax into the embrace. He was getting delirious from the fever. He hadn’t told her he loved her in months. They hadn’t said a word regarding their feelings for months. “I know… and I love you” she said back, faintly. She didn’t think he’d remember these moments, and if he did, she didn’t care. “Come on…” She said, walking him blindly to their front door.
He said it again as she took off his shoes, and then again as she walked him to their bedroom, and again, and again. She’d give him a different answer every time, “I love you,” “I know,” “Yes, Owen,” “I know you do”
“I love you Amelia, my wife, my love, my one” he sang, as Amelia pulled a clean white t-shirt over his head, as he sat on their bed. He smiled up at her sheepishly, and she returned it. “Take these” she picked up the pills she’d laid down, and a glass of water.
“I feel sick” he said. Amelia nodded and moved her hand closer, indicating to him to take the pills. “My head hurts” he said, making no move to do as she asked.
She chuckled, “Owen take the pills” she ordered him. He gasped.
“Are you trying to drug me?” he asked her, somehow with a smile in his eyes.
She rolled her eyes, “Open” she ordered, holding the pills to his lips. His eyes fell shut and he opened his mouth wide, choking slightly on the water she fed him. Amelia pressed her palm to his cheek and he sighed, leaning into Amelia’s hand. He was still warm. “Lie down you” she said softly, pulling the bed covers to the end of the bed. She laughed at him, as he flopped onto his side and shuffled haphazardly to his pillows.
He flopped onto his back, an arm and a leg hanging over the side of the bed. Amelia left and returned with a damp cloth, climbing onto her side of the bed, stroking the cloth languidly along his arms, across his forehead and around his face. He cooed, contently, feeling all tension leave his fatigued body. “Don’t leave me on my own” he said, searching for her free hand. She ran her eyes over him, pressing her lips together. She sat the cloth on his forehead, and shuffled down, shimmying down until she could only see the silhouette of his profile, illuminated by his bedside light.
He carried her hand to his chest and pressed it flat there, where she could feel the vibrato of his heart, beating away. “I’m not going anywhere” she replied, moving close enough to feel the heat of his fever radiating against her. He hummed, smiling mindlessly, feeling himself drifting. “Love you” he murmured once more, falling asleep, feeling his wife’s soft lips against his shoulder.
Fin.
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The Darkening Pt. 7
Here is the second part for tonight!
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Here is Part 7 (originally the second half of my accidental 4,000+ word chapter 6)
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Amelia awoke at the sensation of a warm cloth against her face. She kept her eyes closed, treasuring the painlessness in her chest, the softness of the fabrics that covered her body, the gentleness of the movement of the cloth. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
She found Owen there, beside her on the bed. His face, illuminated by candle light, was a picture of sustained worry. She wanted to brush away the expression with the palm of her hand, but her limbs felt heavy, and she feared that pain that might follow.
A smile transformed him when he saw that she was awake. He continued to wipe the blood from her face. “Hi” she said, only managing a whisper, barely cutting through the patter of rain.
“Hey” he dipped the cloth in the bowl beside his thigh and squeezed it, releasing a pink cloud. He brought it back up to her face and cleaned away the last of the blood, dragging the cloth along her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed. “How do you feel?”
“Need some water” she swallowed, cringing at the dryness of her throat.
He smiled, lifting the bowl onto the bedside table and picking up a bottle of water. She looked down at her hands, trying to discern which one was hurt and lifted the one without the splint on it and, slowly, took hold of the bottle. Owen kept his fingers on the bottom of the container, helping her guide it to her mouth.
“Better?” he asked, as he screwed the cap back on, not taking his eyes off of her. She groaned softly. “Numb” she said, looking up at the ceiling, then to the window. It was dark out.
“What time is it?”
Owen looked at his watch, “three thirty” he said, “I actually need to...” he picked up the portable ultrasound and placed it beside his knee. She nodded, moving her hand so he could pull down the blanket. “Have you slept?” she asked him, watching as he turned on the machine.
“I’ve been monitoring this” he said, now staring intensely between screen in his hand and the placement of the transducer on Amelia’s chest.
Amelia looked down at her ribs, taking in their weathered appearance. “Can I see?” she asked, his eyes flicked up briefly. “Yeah” he said, shifting closer to her head, being careful not to jog her. He showed her the screen, pressing the transducer down, quietly thankful she had the epidural.
“You pneumothorax has gotten smaller, I don’t think we’ll need to aspirate”
“Good” she spoke drowsily, moving her head slightly to rest it against his thigh. He put the machine aside.
“Amelia” he pulled up the blanket first, it stuck against the gel. “What happened? Who is the little girl?” he covered her with the duvet. Her eyes fluttered closed.
“I went into a house, looking for some car keys… I was going to… I was going to get the keys and listen for the car in the street” She spoke softly, eyes still closed, relishing in the feeling of Owens fingers tracing along her hairline. “I went in and two people were on the floor...Ray’s parents… I thought they had the disease but... they were just beaten up… only her mom was alive… she… she tried to warn me but… but… I turned...” she stopped, wincing as she fought tears. She opened her eyes, looking up at him. He arched down, and ghosted kisses against her forehead.
“I turned and he was there… I froze… I pulled out the gun and he hit it from my hand with a bat… he just kept hitting” she hiccuped, before pressing her hand softly against her sternum. She could barely feel her hand there.
“I fell down... he was about to swing at my head… n’ she shot him…Ray’s mom...she died” her breathing became laboured. He placed the oxygen mask on her face. Owen sat quietly, watching the even movement of her lungs. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am you’re okay Amelia. I was so worried” She gazed up at him with smiling eyes.
“This sucks” her voice echoed inside the mask. He chuckled.
“It does really suck” he smirked down at her. Her cheeks dimpled either side of her mask. She pulled the mask away to speak. “Lie down with me?”
“How could I ever refuse” he laughed, shuffling down to lay beside her.
“The cat is cute” Owen said, pressing a kiss to the flexure of her mouth. She smiled, “Ginny.”
“Like Harry potter.” Owen said. Amelia laughed, reaching blindly for his hand. She wanted, more than anything, to turn onto her side, curl up, and be held by him. “What do you know about Harry Potter?” she said, lightly chuckling.
He feigned an expression of shock before continuing, “You mean; what do I know about the franchise that made it cool to be a ginger!” he said, pointing at his hair. Amelia laughed, before flinching, she whimpered. “Hey, hey… you okay?” Owen looked up at her meds, checking they were running.
She smiled lazily, “my head hurts a bit. Everything here is numb” she hovered her hand over her chest.
“Sleep” he nestled carefully against her side, closing his eyes.
“You sleep too” she said, smiling as he hummed his reply.
Her eyes seemed to already be open when she gained full consciousness. The curtains were open, hanging asymmetrically with one side pulled back more than the other. She didn’t have the strength to care. It had been five days since the incident, the epidural was keeping her oblivious to most of her pain.
Every couple of seconds a drop of rain tapped against the glass. From her position, torso lifted by an organised heap of pillows, she could see charred forest in the horizon; A thick black line between near trees and the sky, like a line of graphite on white paper. She stared so long she thought she could smell it.
‘What an odd life’ she thought, looking from the window down at her feet. ‘Just existing’ she was shocked at how unfeeling she was about it. She thought it odd, part of her hoped it was the drugs. Put part of her simultaneously hoped it wasn’t, that the numbness would stay, numbness of thought.
“Amelia?” A small voice pulled her mind back into the room. A set of golden, green eyes peered around the door. Amelia smiled, bringing her hands into her lap, gripping her bad hand with the good.
Ray shuffled cautiously into the room, standing just beside the door. She looked down, “Hi” she said. She tugged on a shred of wool hanging from the sleeve of her emerald green knitted cardigan. She was short, tiny, but lanky, she looked as though she’d be tall when she was older. Her hair was still braided, free strands of her strawberry trusses stuck out in all directions.
“Hi... you want to keep me company?” Amelia asked her, she glanced up then and shrugged, before nodding. She tiptoed over and clamoured up onto Owen’s side.
“This is pretty” Amelia said, running her finger over the hem of the coral cotton dress Ray was wearing. Ray beamed and ran her hands over it, spreading out the skirt into part of a circle. “Alex got it for me” she said, eyes flicking up to meet Amelia’s. Amelia responded with a big smile.
“He did!? He has good taste”
“He got lots of other stuff too. He got me and Ellis some toys” she spoke, almost excitedly, her excitement faded though, as she observed the tube running into Amelia’s hand, and the one running to her back. She pouted, and looked down at her hands. “Sorry” she mumbled as she pulled at the tops of her socks, they were too big for her, coming up below her knee.
“Ray” Amelia said, reaching across the space between them and taking her hand. “You don’t need to be sorry… nothing that happened was your fault” she ran her thumb across the little girls knuckles. “Okay?” she asked, head lulling to the side as she tried to capture Ray’s gaze. Their eyes locked and she smiled, nodding. She kept a hold of Amelia’s hand, shuffling, she curled against Amelia’s side.
“How is Ginny?” Amelia asked, half smiling. Ray chuckled, “Ginny likes it here” she smiled, “There’s no earthquakes so she can go outside.”
“Earthquakes” Amelia mumbled, eyes diving off to the charcoal horizon. She tightened her arm around Ray. Ray drew a quarter sized circle against Amelia’s stomach with her little finger. She looked up suddenly, her eyes aflame, “She brought in a bird” she smiled, Amelia did too. “It was still alive, so we’ve been looking after it in a box.” She was talking quickly, as though she hadn’t been talking until then.
“Wow, I’ve got to see that” Amelia said, Ray’s energy was contagious. The little girl sprang up, beaming. “Now?” She asked, eyebrows raised.
Amelia paused, thinking it over. She hadn’t left the top floor since the incident, and had barely left the room.
She matched the girl’s smile and nodded. “You’ll have to help me though… and go slow” Amelia said as she pulled the duvet aside. Ray nodded, jumping off of the bed and running around to Amelia’s side. Amelia slowly moved her legs from the bed. Ray helped her carefully, before reaching out her hand for Amelia’s. Amelia smiled, brows furrowing, “have you done this before Ray” she said taking her hands.
Ray nodded, “My daddy had MS” she said, still smiling, taking the flask that held the local anesthetic from Amelia’s hand and holding it up like a lantern. “How old are you Ray?” Amelia asked, trying to fathom how many years it had taken for the girl to amass so much maturity. ‘Surely at least twelve… eleven’ she hoped, but she knew better.
“I’m seven” she shrugged. “And a half… nearly” she spoke as they ambled across the room, slow, careful steps. “Do you think I could be a doctor?” she asked, staring up at Amelia with vast eyes. Amelia grinned, “definitely” she said.
“How long will you be like this?” Ray asked, the most recent of her numerous questions. They had just reached the top of the stairs. Amelia held onto the handrail with a tight grip, her whole arm rigid as a log as she supported herself. Ray held onto her elbow, somewhat steadying her from the other side. “I’ll hopefully be able to move a bit better soon” Amelia said, distractedly. Her bruised leg throbbed with every step she took.
“Can I braid your hair? My mom just taught me?” Amelia, paused her movements, taking a break. She smiled across at Ray, who stared up with her bright questioning eyes. “If you are very very gentle” Amelia replied, taking the next step. Ray’s smile broke into a toothy grin.
“Amelia! What are you doing up?” Owen appeared at the bottom of the stairs. His open hands froze up in front of him.
“I’m coming down to see the bird” Amelia said, not even bothering to look up.
“Here let me help…” He began, starting up the stairs when Amelia stopped him.
“Wait… We’re good… Just…” she reached the bottom of the stairs and took his hand “Wait” she sighed, looking up and capturing his lips for a short, firm kiss. They led her to the sofa and she sat, leaning heavily on Owen so she could ease down slowly.
Ray hopped up onto the sofa beside her, still smiling. She still held the flask of anaesthetic in her hand. She started chattering happily about the bird and what it looked like, what it sounded like.
Owen was busying himself around the room. He pulled over a coat stand and grinned down at Ray, she passed him the flask and he hooked it onto the coat stand. He closed and opened hands at the contraption, mouthing “Magic” and she giggled. Amelia could only see Ray, laughing. She tried to turn but Owen stopped her with his hands on her shoulders. “Ray, how about you go and get the bird?”
“Yeah” she said, jumping up and running from the room.
“Bring the box Ray, be careful” Owen called after her. He walked around and slid onto the sofa.
Amelia smiled at him, question in her eyes. “What?” he laughed, enjoying seeing some energy coming back into her being. He slung an arm over her shoulders. “Nothing” she smirked, “Do me a favour and lift my feet up onto the coffee table” she said, leaning and kissing the angle of his jaw.
“Of course me lady” he said, moving to the edge of the sofa and lifting her feet onto the coffee table. She grinned, watching him caress each ankle as he moved them.
Ray walked in slowly, carrying a shoe box. She walked carefully, looking around the box at the floor as she walked. The cat sprinted in with her, dancing around her feet. She giggled, “Ginny was sitting by the box” she sat down next to Amelia and gently placed it on her lap.
She kept her hands on top of the box and leant forward. “You have to go real slow, and be really quiet and gentle” she whispered, still beaming. Amelia nodded, glancing at Owen, her smile letting on to how impressed she was with the little girl.
They lifted the lid up together. The bird was in the center of a man made nest, made of bits of cloth. The birds eyes were closed. It had a yellow beak, black and white stripes on its head. “What kind of bird did we say Ray?” Owen asked, whispering.
“It’s a white crowned sparrow” she uttered proudly.
“Its very beautiful” Amelia whispered softly, observing its brown streaked back, wings tucked against it. Its body puffed out as it breathed. Amelia watched it and found a sort of affinity with the creature. She and the bird had both been beaten down, were both recuperating.
She placed the lid back over the box and smiled serenely. “You’re doing a really good job Ray” she said, passing the box back to the girl. Ray hugged the box to her stomach as she stood. She smiled softly to herself, bashfully proud.
“She’s an incredible kid” Owen spoke softly as she left the room. Amelia, smiled, face still turned to the doorway in Ray’s wake. “She is…” she said wistfully.
“Amelia?” Owen, called after her, seeing distance in her eyes. She looked back to him and smiled, traces of melancholy hinting at a sadness. “She has an old soul… she’s only seven…” Owen nodded, taking hold of Amelia’s hand. “She’s a credit to her parents” she said, looking down, absentmindedly observing the textures of the skin on Owen’s hand.
Both of them dove into thoughtful silence, contemplating the parental roles that they were both falling into. It had happened amongst so much overwrought movement, that they’d barely noticed it happening, and suddenly... they were parents of sorts, in a world not safe or even deserving of children.
Owen turned to face Amelia the exact moment she turned to face him. They found each others eyes full of warmth and tenderness. They smiled, both suddenly, achingly, relieved… that they had each other by their side.
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