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omeliastories · 6 years ago

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All I Want Is You

Chapter Four

“Where did you stay last night?” Maggie’s cheerful voice broke through Amelia’s thoughts.

When she sat down across from her at one of the tables in the cafeteria, Amelia finally looked at her. “Why do you sound like that?” She asked.

“Like what?”

“Like you had a bowl full of rainbows for breakfast this morning.�� Amelia replied.

Maggie smiled as she took a sip of her water. “Amelia, come on. I need details. Who was he?” She said. “Does he work here? Do I know him?” She asked. “Is he a good kisser?”

Amelia sighed quietly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “If I answer your questions, will you leave me alone for the rest of the day?” She asked.

“Yes.” Maggie smiled.

“Fine.” Amelia sighed once more and rolled her eyes as she thought back on Maggie’s questions. “Yes, he works here. Yes, you know him. And... I can’t answer the last one.” She said with a small smile.

“Wait, what? You spent the night with a man and you can’t tell me if he’s a good kisser or not? Come on, Amelia! That was the most important question!” She said.

Amelia laughed a little and shook her head. Maggie was relentless. “Maggie, it’s not–”

“Wait. You said I know him.” Maggie interrupted. “And he works here?” She asked, just to be sure. Even though most of the men she knew worked there at Grey Sloan. She thought for a while, going through all of the men she knew in her head. “Wait a second.. you didn’t sleep with Deluca, did you?” She asked. “If Mer finds out–”

“What? No! Maggie! I wouldn’t do that to Mer. Come on..” Amelia said.

“Okay.. Okay. Let me think.” Maggie said. “Wait... haven’t you been sleeping with Link?” She asked. “What happened with that?” She asked.

“You didn’t hear what happened? I figured it’d be all over the hospital by now.” Amelia said softly. Maggie shook her head and Amelia sighed. “Umm.. let’s just say that.. Link’s face and Owen’s fist met, and they didn’t like each other.” She said.

Maggie’s eyes widened a bit. “Owen? Punched Link? Why?” She asked.

Amelia took in a deep breath, remembering that day in the elevator and Owen’s words to her.

“I protect the things I love.”

“I, uh... I have no idea. He just..–”

“Jealousy?” Maggie interrupted. “Does he know you’re with Link?”

“I’m not with him, I just... we were just...” Amelia sighed. “He knows... now. But,.. before.. he-he didn’t.” She said. “Anyway, that’s not the point. It’s over with Link.”

“So who did you stay with last night? Because you definitely didn’t stay in your room.” Maggie said softly.

Amelia sighed as she looked down at her hands. She knew Maggie wasn’t going to leave her alone until she found out all the details. If Amelia did shrug her off, though, she’d do whatever she could to find out exactly who Amelia spent the night with, so it was really a lose-lose situation for her. “I stayed with Owen last night.” She said softly.

Maggie’s eyes widened again as she set her water down on the table in front of her. “You stayed with Owen? Amelia... I thought–”

“I know, I know.” She said. “But, it’s not what you think. I went to drop Leo off last night and it was pouring down rain and lightening and... he didn’t want me to drive in it, so... I stayed on the couch.” She told her. “We didn’t do anything. Nothing happened. I was soaked to the bone and he let me stay there. That’s all.”

“Nothing happened?” Maggie asked.

Amelia sighed. “Nothing happened.”

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“Bless you. Exactly, how many more times are you going to sneeze? Just so I’ll know whether or not I have the patience for it.” Tom Koracick said with a smile.

Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed as she stood up from her seat at the table in front of her. “You know what, Tom? Any other day, I would sit here and take your little side comments and your half-assed jokes, but right now... I’m this close to throat punching you, so please shut up.” She said.

“Mm. Sick Amelia is also grumpy Amelia.” Tom said. “Do you need to go home and lie down? Maybe a nice massage will help?” He said with a smirk.

Amelia rolled her eyes again and gathered up her files. She packed them away in her purse and threw it over her shoulder. “I’m going home.” She said before she walked out the door. When the elevator doors opened, Amelia stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. She was starting to feel bad and she really wanted to go home. The only problem was... she didn’t know which house was home to her anymore. When the elevator stopped on the floor just above the one she was getting off at, Amelia sighed. As the doors opened, she glanced up and smiled when she saw Leo being pushed in his stroller by Owen.

“Hey.” Owen said as he stepped inside just before the doors closed. “Look who it is, Leo.” He said with a small smile.

“Mama!” Leo said excitedly.

“Hi, sweet boy.” Amelia said softly and bent down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. When she stood back up straight, she leaned back against the wall and took in a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Owen asked softly.

Amelia nodded slightly and let out that breath. “I’m fine. Think I might be coming down with a cold.” She said softly. She looked over at him and offered him a small smile. “Why are you leaving so early?” She asked.

“Leo has a fever. He’s just teething, but they won’t let him stay in daycare, so...” He shrugged. “We’re headed home, too.” He said. He was silent for a minute as the elevator finally stopped on the ground floor. When the doors opened, he motioned for her to walk out first as he followed behind, pushing Leo in his stroller. “Amelia..” He said softly as she walked just a little bit ahead of them. When she stopped and turned around, he took in a breath before speaking. “Are you sure it’s just a cold?” He asked softly.

Amelia’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well.. I’ve seen you work under... worse circumstances than just a cold. You’ve come to work sick plenty of times. Even after you found out about your tumor, you still wanted to work.” He explained. “Are you sure it’s just a cold?” He asked again.

Amelia took a deep breath and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’m fine. I’m sneezing, and I just... don’t feel good right now. That’s all. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” She said as she started toward the doors again. “No worries. I’ll be back to work in the morning.”

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“You’re not going to work today.” Meredith said as she took Amelia’s temperature. “You have a fever.” She said.

Amelia groaned as she sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s just a cold. I’m fine.” She argued. “I have surgeries today.” She said with a sigh as she pulled the covers back and got up.

Meredith sighed. “Amelia... I’m not your mother. I can’t tell you what to do. But, I am your sister and I don’t think this is just a cold.” She said. “Why don’t you lie back down and I’ll let Bailey know that you won’t be in today.” She said softly.

“Not a chance. I’m going.” Amelia said. “I’m already late.” She said as she walked past Meredith and went to shower. She didn’t care if she had a fever or not; she was going to work no matter what.

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“Doctor Shepherd, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Amelia said as she stepped away from the operating table for a minute. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing her eyes for just a second as she tried to relax. Whatever was going on with her was getting worse, she could tell; and she didn’t like it. She thought it was just a cold, but apparently it was something worse. As she stepped back up to the table, Amelia glanced up at the clock and her eyes widened in shock. “Is that thing right?” She asked one of the nurses.

“Yes, ma’am.” The nurse politely responded.

Amelia shook her head slightly. “That can’t be right.” She whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. “I, uh... I-I need to..–”

“Do you need me to page Doctor Nelson?” The nurse asked.

“Uh.. Yeah. Yeah, do that.” Amelia said softly.

The nurse nodded as she walked away from the table to page the other neurosurgeon on call. He was there in ten minutes, to which Amelia was relieved. He had a few choice words to say to her, but at that point, Amelia didn’t care. She was sick. Maybe she should have taken Meredith’s advice and stayed home today.

After she discarded her gloves, her gown, and her mask, she walked out of the OR and sat down in the floor in the hallway. She just needed to sit for a minute. Amelia had never felt like this before. She got colds, but this was worse. She couldn’t breathe. She was cold, but hot at the same time. She needed to go home.

“Amelia? Are you okay?”

She heard the familiar voice just a few feet away from her. When she looked up, Owen was standing there, obviously worried, waiting for an answer. Amelia shook her head slowly and tucked her hair behind her ears. “I don’t think so.” She whispered. “Something’s wrong, Owen...” She said.

Owen walked closer and kneeled down to get a better look at her. She was sweating, which was unusual for her after surgery. He moved his hand and placed it on her forehead. “You’re burning up.” He said with a sigh. “I thought you said it was just a cold?” He asked.

Amelia smiled a little and looked into his eyes. “This is the worst cold I’ve ever had.” She said softly. “Can you just... take me home? I need rest, so I can come back–”

“Tomorrow? I don’t think so.” Owen said. “Come on.” He said softly as he helped her up. “Let’s get you checked out first.”

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“Pneumonia? How the hell did I get pneumonia?” Amelia groaned.

“You were out in the rain the other night, remember?” Owen said. “You went to bed with your hair wet. You said you were cold.” He said with a shrug.

“And now I have pneumonia.” Amelia sighed.

“And now you have pneumonia.” Owen said with a nod.

Amelia sighed once more and ran her fingers through her hair. “Can I go home now?” She asked.

“Yeah. I’ll take you.” Owen said. “We need to get you some antibiotics to take for a few days.” He said.

“No. No meds. I’m fine–”

“Amelia. You are not fine. You need them to get better.”

“Owen–”

“Amelia.”

Amelia looked up into his eyes, sighing in surrender. “Okay... fine.” She whispered. “I just want to go home.” She said.

Owen nodded once. “Of course.” He said. “I’ll get you a prescription on the way out.”

Amelia got up off of the hospital bed she’d been sitting on. She still felt like she couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t as bad as before. Owen said her fever had gone down, but it was still pretty high. He wanted her to stay there for a day or two, but she refused. She would feel better at home. When they finally made it to Owen’s car, he helped her in and closed her door for her. They picked up her antibiotics on the way, which she still wasn’t thrilled about. When Owen pulled into his driveway, Amelia looked over at him and raised a brow. “Why are we here?” She asked.

Owen looked at her as he put this truck in park and shut it off. “Amelia... I know you’re trying to figure out your feelings and such, and you have no idea what you want right now... but, this is home. This will always be our home.” He said. “So, you’re staying here for a while. Letting me take care of you. I don’t care if you have feelings for someone else. I don’t care if you never love me back, but... I’m going to take care of you. I’m here. No matter what.” He said before he got out of the truck and walked around to her side. He opened her door for her and helped her out, then walked her to the door. “I have to go back to the hospital and pick up Leo, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He told her as he helped her get settled on the couch. “You think of what you want for dinner, and I’ll bring it on my way back. You shouldn’t take those meds on an empty stomach.” He said.

“Owen–”

“Call me if you need anything. I shouldn’t be gone for more than an hour.” He interrupted. “Try and get some rest.”

Amelia sighed as the door clicked behind him. She felt bad because of everything he was saying to her. Why didn’t he say these things during their marriage? Or even before? Hell, why didn’t he say them after? Why wait until now? Why couldn’t she just make up her mind? Did she love Owen? Did she want to be with Owen? Was he right? Was this her home? It felt like it, sometimes. She wanted to be here with Leo. She wanted to be in his life. Did she want to be in Owen’s life, too? They’d tried more than once to be together and it never worked out. What made it different this time?

Amelia sighed as she laid back on the couch. Too many questions were going through her mind and she couldn’t stop them. She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t barely function. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to make a decision like this? She still hadn’t talked to Link, but maybe that was for the better. Was this really what her life was going to be like? Why couldn’t she just come out and tell Owen how she really felt? It couldn’t be that hard, could it?

“No.” Amelia said softly, her voice breaking the silence in the room. She stared up at the ceiling, finally coming to the conclusion that she knew exactly what she was going to do. “I’m going to tell him that I love him.”

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omeliastories · 6 years ago

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All I Want is You

So, here is the long awaited third chapter of this story! I’m sorry it took so long, but I promise to try and post more often now! Thanks for being so patient with me!

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Chapter Three

Amelia sighed out loud as she wrapped her blanket tighter around her body. She was freezing, and it was making it hard for her to sleep. She groaned softly as she reached over and grabbed her phone, checking the time.

12:48am

Ugh, she thought to herself. She knew she’d fallen asleep not long after Owen had gone up to bed, but apparently she hadn’t slept that long. Not as long as she thought she did, at least. Amelia hated being cold, and she knew that there were tons of blankets somewhere. Maybe in a closet? She wasn’t sure. She usually didn’t need one because Owen always kept the temperature up for her. The thing was, though... she didn’t live there anymore. She figured Owen liked the house being cold, but that wasn’t good for Leo. It could make him sick. With a sigh, Amelia laid her head back and pulled her blanket up over her face, hoping to get warm. She was exhausted and she really just wanted to sleep.

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12:58am

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Amelia whispered to herself when she checked the time on her phone again. It felt like it had been hours since she closed her eyes, but in reality, it had only been ten minutes. “This is ridiculous...” She whispered softly before she threw the blanket off of her and got up slowly. She needed to find those blankets

Amelia walked through the living room, checking every place she could think of to try and find them. She was shivering from the cold and she knew she needed to lay back down soon. With a sigh, Amelia headed upstairs. She knew they had to be there somewhere. It was late, so she knew Owen and Leo were both sleeping. Or so she hoped. As she reached the top of the stairs, Amelia wrapped her arms around herself and walked to the closet in the hallway. She opened the door and sighed in frustration. Nothing. She knew for a fact that they had extra blankets because Owen had asked her once why they needed so many.

“What? You can never have too many blankets. You wouldn’t want me to freeze to death, would you?”

“That’s what you have me for.”

Amelia smiled a little at the memory. She remembered that like it was yesterday. If only– Wait, she thought to herself. That’s it. What if she snuck into bed with Owen just long enough to get warm? Then she could sneak back out and go back downstairs to sleep. He was always warm. And he was a heavy sleeper, so he wouldn’t feel it if she got into bed with him. A small smile crept upon her lips as Amelia made her way to Owen’s room. She hadn’t been in there in a while. It still felt like home to her, though.

As she crept into the room, she took in a breath and tried to be as quiet as she could while she pulled the covers back and crawled into bed next to him. He was laying on his side, facing what used to be her side of the bed, sound asleep. Amelia bit her lip as she laid down next to him, her eyes glued to his face as she made sure he wasn’t going to wake up. He didn’t seem to be disturbed at all. Which was a good thing, for her at least. She reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling them up over her before sliding her arms around his middle and burying her face in his neck. That was the most amazing feeling to her right now. Not to mention the way Owen smelled. It was one of her favorites. He always smelled good. Right now, though, she couldn’t focus on that. Right now, she needed to focus on getting warm so she could get out of there before he woke up.

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7:30am

When Owen woke up and felt someone’s arms around his middle, he was very confused. He knew he hadn’t gone to bed with someone laying next to him, so this was definitely a surprise. A strange surprise. Right now, he had his back to whoever it was, so he had no idea–

“Wait..” He whispered softly to himself. He moved his hand and placed it over one of the two on his stomach. He’d know those hands anywhere. Owen turned over as gently as he could so he didn’t wake her. When he saw her face, the face he knew better than his own, he wasn’t a bit surprised. She had probably gotten cold and couldn’t find the extra blankets. Truth was, they were in Owen’s bedroom closet. He had moved them after Amelia left because he didn’t think she was coming back, and he couldn’t stand the sight of them every time he walked through the door. They always smelled like her, too. It broke his heart every time he caught a glimpse of one. Even though he wasn’t surprised to see her in his bed, he knew she probably didn’t fall asleep on purpose. If he knew Amelia well, and he did, he knew that she more than likely had come up to get warm. Which was fine with him; but she was... well, she was stubborn. When she knew what she wanted, she went after it, and nothing was going to get in her way. Owen just wished he knew what she wanted.

When he felt her start to move a little, he moved his eyes back down to her face. He wasn’t going to wake her, but if she woke up on her own, he wouldn’t complain. Obviously, she had some explaining to do. Owen watched her as she slowly woke up, her eyes blinking a few times as she focused her vision on what was in front of her. Or who.

Amelia gasped as she raised her eyes up to meet Owen’s, and she immediately started to panic. She untangled herself from his body and sat upright, her breathing heavy. “I’m so sorry...” She whispered. “I didn’t mean–”

“Hey. It’s fine.” Owen said as he sat up next to her. “What are you doing up here anyway? Not that I’m complaining...” He said with a small smile.

Amelia shook her head and took in a deep breath. “I got cold.” She said. “I got cold and... I tried to find the extra blankets and I couldn’t, so...” Her voice trailed off. She was quiet for a moment, then she turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed. “Did you do that on purpose? Did you hide the extra blankets from me so I’d come up here?” She asked.

Owen laughed softly. “What? Amelia, why would I have done that? I didn’t know you were going to stay. I didn’t even know you were going to drive in this rain to drop Leo off last night. I didn’t hide them from you. They’re in the closet.” He said.

“No they’re not. I checked the closet. I checked all of the closets.” Amelia told him.

Owen shook his head and motioned to the closet on the other side of the room. “Apparently not. Because they’re in there.” He told her.

Amelia huffed and ran her hands through her hair. It was mostly dry now; still a little damp though. She really needed a shower. “Is it okay if I shower really fast?” She asked him softly, her voice a little more calm now.

“You don’t have to ask.” Owen replied. “I’m going to make breakfast for Leo, anyway. Do you want anything?” He asked her as he got up out of bed.

Amelia shook her head. “No.. I’m fine. Thanks.”

Owen nodded once as he walked out the door, leaving her there by herself. She sighed, rubbing her hands across her face. What did she do? She was almost 100 percent sure that she wouldn’t fall asleep last night and completely embarrass herself this morning, but of course, she was wrong. She was embarrassed. Owen didn’t seem to be upset about it, though, so that was a good thing, but Amelia was still embarrassed.

“Ugh. Just my luck.” She groaned softly as she got up and went to take a shower.

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When Amelia got out of the shower, she dried her hair and wrapped a towel around herself. She had completely forgotten to grab her clothes and bring them with her. She couldn’t just walk out of the bathroom without her clothes on. She was in Owen’s house, though; it was a habit of hers. Or at least it used to be. With a sigh, Amelia opened the bathroom slowly and peeked out to make sure no one was in there. When she knew it was all clear, she took in a breath and walked out into the bedroom. Amelia had no idea where her clothes were from the night before, but maybe she could find something throw on. Even if it was Owen’s. When he door opened all of a sudden, and Owen walked in, Amelia gasped and wrapped her arms around herself. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you were done. I, uh... I washed your clothes from last night.” Owen said as he held them out for her. “They just got done... I-I’m sorry.” He said as he back away toward the door.

Amelia watched as the door closed behind him. As soon it was shut, she let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and got dressed quickly. That was... awkward, to say the least. If this was how her day was going to go, Amelia was tempted to go to bed and sleep the rest of the day.

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“Are you ready for some waffles?” Owen asked as he sat Leo down in his high chair. Leo answered with a giggle while clapping his little hands together.

As Amelia walked into the room, she couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her face when she heard Leo’s giggle. By the time she had walked into the room, though, he was already eating, so he didn’t notice her standing there. But, Owen did.

“Waffle?” He asked softly.

“No, thank you.” Amelia replied with a a soft smile. “I, uh.. I think I should–”

“Mama!”

Amelia and Owen both looked at Leo when they heard the word come out of his mouth. He was looking at Amelia with a huge smile on his face. She and Owen exchanged a look. “Did he just...?”

Owen nodded and smiled a little. “He did.” He said.

“Why do you not look surprised?” She asked.

Owen took a breath and walked over to Leo’s high chair, lifting him up out of it. He carried him over to where Amelia was standing and smiled again. “It’s not the first time he’s said it.” He said softly. “The last couple of times you’ve had him and dropped him off.... the next morning, he would ask for you.” He explained.

“When was the first time?” Amelia asked.

“It wasn’t long after you.. moved out.” Owen said carefully. “I still had that picture of you up on the nightstand in my room. I had him in there one night while I was doing laundry and he was playing with his toys on the bed, and all of a sudden, he blurts out ‘mama’. And I look and see that he’s holding that picture of you.” He said softly. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think that I was saying it for my benefit. I didn’t want you to think that I was making it up just to get you to come home.”

Amelia smiled a little and shook her head, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes. “You should have told me.” She whispered as she took Leo into her arms. She held him close and kissed his forehead. Of course, this made things more difficult because she didn’t know what she wanted to do, but she knew that whatever happened with her and Owen, she had to stay in Leo’s life. She couldn’t just up and leave him. She loved him like he was her own and she couldn’t imagine her life without him now. No one had ever called her ’mama’ before. Christopher never got the chance to. It was a nice feeling, though. It made her feel like she actually belonged somewhere. As Amelia looked up at Owen, and at the smile on his face as he looked at the two of them, she thought.... what if this was where she belonged?

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