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latetothegreysparty · 6 years ago

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New Traditions

Hello, lovely people! Wishing you all a magnificent Thanksgiving! As usual, I’ve decided to write a holiday-themed fic. I hope you all enjoy!

New Traditions

“Dr. Shepherd, you’re needed in the trauma bay.”

Amelia did her best to put on a smile for the nurse who was calling to her down the hall. She was just the messenger; it wasn’t her fault. “Could you please page Dr. Nelson?” Amelia asked. She sincerely hoped she had succeeded in keeping her tone calm and friendly. “I’m not on call today. I just stopped in to check on a couple of my patients, but I’m trying to get out of here to go enjoy the holiday with my family.”

“I understand, and I’m really sorry, Dr. Shepherd, but there was a pile up on the highway, and Dr. Nelson is in the middle of a surgery that is projected to last another 4 hours. They really need a neurosurgeon down there to help triage. Do you think you could spare a bit of time?”

Amelia winced. She wanted to help. She really did. But Owen, Leo, and Betty were all waiting for her at the Thanksgiving dinner at Meredith’s house, and it pained her to think that she would be missing out on the first Thanksgiving dinner she could ever remember that was going to be the way it was supposed to be: a proper turkey dinner with all the fixings shared with the people you love without any anger or drama. She’d never even had this when she was growing up, let alone in her adult life, and she wasn’t about to give it up. On the other hand, the people in the trauma bay had just had their Thanksgiving plans wrecked far more than hers were about to be, and she felt like a total jerk for wanting to walk out on those people so she could eat some turkey and make fun of the quantity of pie Owen would inevitably eat. “Okay,” she conceded. “I’ll head down there, but Nelson is going to need to take any cases that end up being surgical. I can’t bail on my family all day long.”

“Thank you,” the nurse said with a grateful smile. Amelia headed off to the trauma bay without another word.

Immediately upon arriving in the trauma bay, Amelia was pressed into service. “Trauma bay 2, Dr. Shepherd,” called the nurse who was in charge of managing the steady stream of patients and providers. Amelia obediently filed into trauma bay 2 just in time to hear the paramedic handing off the patient.

“32 year-old male. Motor vehicle accident. Restrained driver in a vehicle that was struck from the rear. No other passengers in his vehicle. Blunt injuries to the head and abdomen. GCS is 12. Bilateral large-bore antecubital IVs established in the bus. 50 micrograms of fentanyl and 150 milliliters of normal saline administered in the bus. Airway is stable.” The patient was transferred smoothly to the gurney, and Amelia immediately grabbed her penlight and took her place at the head of the bed to begin her assessment.

The next 45 minutes seemed to fly. She went from room to room, assessing each patient and determining their neurological risks. A few had been sent for head CTs, but thankfully none of them presented with an obvious neurosurgical emergency. She was now walking into her last consult from this pile-up. She was about to step into the room when a familiar face came into view. “Owen, what are you doing here?” she asked. “Where are Betty and Leo?”

Owen stopped and whirled around to face her. “I got called in for the pile-up. They said trauma was slammed and they needed an extra pair of hands. Betty and Leo are still at Mere’s house. Betty said she and Leo would be fine without us, and Mere, Maggie, Alex, and Jo are all still there with them. I’m hoping none of these cases end up being surgical so I can get back there soon.”

“Unless this person needs emergency neurosurgery, I’ll head there right after this one,” Amelia replied. “I’m not even on call, but Nelson was in surgery, so they asked me to come down and help. I told them I’d help assess patients, but if there’s any patient who needs neurosurgery that doesn’t need to be done immediately, I’m passing that off to Nelson.”

Owen nodded. “Shall we get in there and see this guy so we can get back to the pie?” he asked with a small smirk.

She nudged him good-naturedly. “It’s always about the pie with you,” she said already on her way into the room.

Amelia was extremely grateful that Owen was the trauma surgeon on this last case of the day. Though she worked well with nearly everyone in the hospital, there was something to be said for chemistry. They knew each other’s tendencies, and they could work seamlessly around one another, rarely even requiring words to stay out of each other’s way and anticipate each other’s next moves. Thanks to their ability to work efficiently, they managed to finish their assessments within 5 minutes. “Your head seems just fine to me,” Amelia said, smiling reassuringly at the middle-aged man who looked quite anxious.

“So I don’t need brain surgery?” he asked.

“Nope, no brain surgery,” she confirmed.

“Actually, no surgery period,” Owen chimed in. “It looks like you don’t have any injuries that are really serious. We’ll have you taken back to the ER, and they’ll give you any fluids and medications you need. You should be out of here by this evening.”

The patient breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Oh, thank you, doctors. I really appreciate it.”

“It was our pleasure,” Owen replied on both of their behalfs. They each shook hands with him and wished him a happy Thanksgiving before stepping out of the room. As soon as the door shut, Owen steered Amelia off to the side. “Imagine that: things actually worked out in our favor for once. It looks like neither of us have to go to surgery. Would you like a ride back to Mere’s place, or do you want to drive yourself?”

Amelia was about to respond when their conversation was interrupted by a frantic-sounding intern. “Dr. Hunt, we just got another one in trauma bay 1, and the FAST showed free fluid in his abdomen. Can you take him back to the OR with us?”

Owen didn’t even attempt to hide his frustration. “I’m not the trauma surgeon on call today. I just stopped by because I was told trauma was slammed, but I was at dinner with my family. Can the on-call trauma surgeon take this?”

The look on the intern’s face told Owen he wasn’t going to like the answer. “Dr. Baker is already in an ex-lap that looks pretty complicated, and they’re worried that this patient we have might be bleeding briskly. They told me that they really need you to do it.”

Owen turned back to Amelia and winced apologetically. “I’m so sorry about this. Do you mind going back to Mere’s house alone for a little while until I get this patient under control?”

Amelia smiled widely. “We’ve been tag-teaming for months now. This is nothing new. Go do your ex-lap, and we’ll see you in a little while.” She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and then turned and walked out of the trauma bay.

She had just gotten changed back into her street clothes when her phone chimed from its place in her purse. A quick glance at the screen told her that Betty was texting her. She swiped absentmindedly at the screen as she began to walk out of the hospital.

I need a meeting.

Amelia was already calling Betty before she even had time to think about it. She didn’t wait for Betty to speak when she answered the call. “What happened?” Amelia blurted out.

“I’m so sorry,” Betty gushed, the panic evident in her voice. “Seriously, I’m really sorry-”

“Betty, calm down,” Amelia said gently, slowly. “Just tell me what happened.”

Amelia could hear the deep breath Betty took before she began to respond. “It’s nothing. It’s just that everybody here is drinking wine and beer and stuff. And now people are starting to get kinda buzzed. I thought I was okay, but then I went back to the kitchen for more veggies, and I wanted so badly to grab the bottle of wine. I was already grabbing a glass before I even had time to think.”

“Did you have a drink?” Amelia asked, her tone calm and measured.

“No,” Betty replied. “I looked down when the glass was in one hand and the bottle was in the other. I panicked, so I set them back down on the counter, ran out the front door, and then I texted you. God, everybody probably thinks I’m a freak. I just ran out of the house like a crazy person. I’m so sorry.”

“Betty, stop,” Amelia said, her tone firm and commanding. “Do not apologize. You did the right thing. Thank you for texting me. I know it’s hard to walk away and ask for help when you get a craving like that. I’m so proud of you. I’m coming to get you right now, and we’ll go to a meeting. Do you think you’re okay to go back inside and grab Leo, or should I call Meredith and have her bring him out to you?”

“No, I think I’m fine. I can get Leo.”

“Please stay on the phone with me while you do,” Amelia requested. “And stay out of the kitchen. Just grab Leo and come straight back out of the house. I’ll be there soon.”

“But what about everyone else?” Betty asked. “Isn’t it rude to just leave like that without saying anything?”

“Don’t worry about that. Everyone will understand. Your health comes first. It always comes first. Go back inside, grab Leo, and wait outside for me. You don’t need to worry about anything else.”

When Amelia arrived in Meredith’s driveway, Betty was standing on the porch staring vacantly at Leo’s covered bassinet. Amelia quickly killed the engine and walked up to meet Betty on the porch. She took the bassinet from Betty as she spoke. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just come get in the car.” Betty nodded slowly before following Amelia back to the vehicle.

With practiced hands, Amelia managed to get Leo fastened into his car seat quickly. When she climbed back into the driver’s seat, she found Betty staring out the window with wide eyes. “Hey,” Amelia said softly, grabbing Betty’s left hand. “Thank you for texting me. I know this probably seems like a lot right now, but we’ll get you through this. I am so proud of you for recognizing that you were struggling and asking for help before you had a slip. That is huge progress.” Betty’s smile was small, but it was enough for Amelia.

When they arrived in the parking lot of the small church, Amelia wasn’t surprised to find quite a few cars in the parking lot. Thanksgiving had a tendency to be a rough day, both because of the free-flowing alcohol and the family drama that tended to be prevalent at Thanksgiving dinners. After putting the car in park and shutting off the engine, she turned to face Betty with a smile. “Do you want to grab Leo, or do you want me to?”

“I’ve got him,” Betty said softly, already beginning to get out of the car. Amelia nodded before going to the backseat, getting Leo out of the car, handing him to Betty, and leading the way into the building.

Once they had settled into a couple of chairs with coffee in their hands and Leo on Betty’s lap, Amelia turned to check on Betty. “Are you doing alright? Do you want me to go first?”

Betty nodded gratefully. “If you don’t mind.”

Amelia smiled kindly. “Of course not.” She waited until a few people had shared before speaking up. “I’m Amelia, and I’m an addict,” she began. “Thanksgiving can be so hard. It used to be awful for me. God, I could bore you for the next hour with stories of poor choices I’ve made on Thanksgiving throughout the years. It just feels like the perfect storm. There’s booze everywhere. There’s too many people around to really notice if you make a bad decision. There’s family everywhere. And for me, that is a big problem. Well, it used to be, anyway. My relationship with my family is complicated, and Thanksgiving was always the time when we were all reminded that everyone else is a rockstar, and Amelia still doesn’t have her shit together. They were never trying to be mean. They love me. I know that. But it always seemed to give me that little nudge I needed to have a drink or pop some pills. Or both. This year is different, though. This year, I’m spending the day with people I love and who love me. People who bring out the best in me. So I haven’t had any cravings today, and I am so grateful to those people.” Amelia didn’t turn toward Betty as she reached over and squeezed her knee, silently offering her thanks and support.

The room was silent for a moment before Betty spoke up. “I’m Betty, and I’m an addict. This is my first Thanksgiving in recovery. I didn’t realize how hard it would be. I thought it would be amazing to have dinner with people who care for me and treat me well and don’t judge me. And it was amazing. I feel like this is what Thanksgiving is supposed to be. But then I ruined it. I saw everyone drinking, and I started to get the urge, and I couldn’t control it. I almost slipped, and then I went outside and texted my sponsor.” She threw a glance in Amelia’s direction. “So now we’re here at a meeting instead of having dinner like we should be because I’m too weak to say no by myself.”

After a few more shares and a recitation of the Serenity Prayer, the meeting came to a close. Amelia waited until they were in the car and on the road to speak to Betty. “Betty, I know we normally try not to talk about our shares outside of the meeting, so please stop me if you don’t want to talk right now, but I really want to say this to you.” Betty said nothing, so Amelia went on. “It kills me that you feel bad about what happened. Because this is exactly what is supposed to happen.”

“What, a junkie teenager keeping you from the stuffing and green bean casserole?” Betty bit out sarcastically.

“No,” Amelia argued, ignoring the snarky tone. “Thanksgiving is supposed to be about the people, not about the food. I’d much rather sit in some old, dingy church sharing love, acceptance, and grace with a beautiful young woman who has brought so much richness to my life than sitting around a fancy table eating delicious food, worrying more about what people think of the casserole I made than the people I’m sharing it with. Thank you for texting me. Thank you for trusting me with your struggles. It means a lot. You have given me so much to be thankful for. I couldn’t imagine a better holiday.”

She glanced sideways at Betty, and she could see the emotion setting into her eyes. Luckily, Amelia’s phone rang, giving Betty a reprieve from having to respond to Amelia’s words. A glance at the screen told Amelia it was Owen calling. “What’s up?” she asked into the phone.

“I just finished up with my ex-lap. I’m changing out of my scrubs. Should I meet you back at Meredith’s place?”

“Change of plans,” Amelia replied. “Betty, Leo, and I are on our way home. Meet us there.”

“Okay,” Owen said. His voice sounded a bit confused, but he didn’t ask any questions. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

Owen ended up arriving at home just as Amelia and Betty had begun to rummage through the pantry and refrigerator. “What’s going on?” he asked while picking Leo up out of his bouncy seat.

“We’re planning Thanksgiving dinner,” Amelia said, turning to face him with an amused grin as she pulled a box of macaroni and cheese out of the pantry. “I’m thinking mac and cheese with a side of canned pears. What about you, Betty?”

Betty shut the freezer door. “I found some pizza rolls and fish sticks. And mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert.”

“Perfect,” Amelia said. “Owen can, you start preheating the oven while I get going on the mac and cheese?”

Owen still looked utterly confused by the situation, but the look on Amelia’s face told him now was not the time to ask questions. “Sure,” he replied slowly before making his way to the oven to begin working on his assigned role.

30 minutes later, Owen, Amelia, and Betty sat around the table, their plates filled with the comfort foods they had found around the kitchen. Leo sat in his high chair between Betty and Owen, happily grabbing after a few pears with his hands. “Turkey is so overrated,” Amelia lamented. “I vote we do pizza rolls and mac and cheese every year. This is awesome.”

“Just as long as Betty cooks the pizza rolls every year,” Owen responded.

Amelia narrowed her eyes as she turned to face Owen. “Excuse me, what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you burn them every single time you make them.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Amelia asked incredulously. “I slave over a hot oven to make you food when you’re too caught up in your football game to feed yourself, and this is the kind of thanks I get?” She dipped her index finger into her mac and cheese and swiped some of the cheesy sauce down the side of his cheek. “Screw you!” Betty burst out laughing as Owen dipped his finger into his own mac and cheese to retaliate. Leo chose that moment to slam his hands down into the pear juice on the tray of his high chair, and pretty soon everyone had a bit of food on their faces, hands, and clothing.

Once the excitement had died down, Owen and Amelia set to work cleaning up the kitchen while Betty took Leo to the bathroom to clean the pear juice from his face. “Seriously, can we do this again next year?” Owen asked while putting away the baking sheet. “This was really nice.”

“Let’s do this every year,” Amelia agreed, and she couldn’t stop the smile that split her face in half. There was really something to be said for new traditions.

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toevenexist · 6 years ago

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The Darkening Pt. 15

Hello! sorry for taking so long with this, I’ve just been writing away with this, I already have a lot more to post! I hope you like it, please let me know if you like where its going, and what you’d like to read!!!

All of you feedback is so so much appreciated, good and bad.

Chapter 14

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Anyway enjoy xxx Amelia slept for a few hours, having slept for a long time on their journey. She opened her eyes and found Evelyn awake too, sitting up against the base of the couch, where Nina slept. She felt Amelia’s eyes on her and met them, smiling tiredly.

“Can’t sleep?” Evelyn asked her quietly. Amelia shook her head, pushing herself up, leaning on her arm. “Want to come sit with me?” Evelyn asked and Amelia nodded, shuffling to the end of the mattress and shifting on to her hands and knee’s crawling carefully across the short distance between them. She settled down on a cushion beside Evelyn and sighed softly. Evelyn took Amelia’s hand and held it tightly. They sat in silence, watching the candles flickering light.

“Owen and I….” Amelia began, she looked down at herself. “We should have been more careful, I…. feel so guilty…” She stopped, pressing her lips together tightly, frowning.

“I feel so guilty for bringing a baby into this” she said, tears dropping from her eyes, landing in dark circles on her bump. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Oh Amelia, I know, I know” Evelyn smiled sadly, curling her arm around Amelia, pulling her into a hug. “You mustn’t think that way, this baby will be happy, and loved, and protected, just as she would if the circumstances were different” Evelyn soothed her hand against Amelia’s back.

Amelia nodded slightly, “It’s just, its not fair, I hate that we can’t give them a normal life”

“We’ll find somewhere safe, we’ll grow food, she won’t know any different, it will be okay” Evelyn said holding Amelia tightly. They sat quietly. Eventually Amelia sighed, sniffling, relaxing further into Evelyn’s embrace, it reminded her of her mom’s.

“You think the baby is a girl?” Amelia asked, fiddling with the fabric of Evelyn’s sleeve.

“I do, the way you’re carrying, and I always guess right” Evelyn said, brushing the hair from Amelia’s forehead, letting Amelia relax into her lap. She gently played with her hair with one hand, and rest her other against the side of her bump. Amelia closed her eyes, the comfort of the situation, overwhelming her.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” Amelia asked,

“I slept in the truck on the way too, are you feeling better?”

Amelia hummed, “yeah, I do, I hope it was just a bug or something. I just want to feel okay, normal. Though I don’t think I’ll be feeling ‘normal’ for a long time”

“I don’t think any of us will sweetie, we’ll find a new normal, hopefully you’ll feel better soon… I had sickness and nausea until six months with Megan”

“Maybe it’s Owen’s genes then”

“Did your mom ever tell you about her pregnancies?”

“No… it never really came up”

“They say the more kids you have, the easier the pregnancies get”

“This is my second…” Amelia found herself saying, Evelyn’s hand stilled briefly. “I had a baby when I lived in LA, he was born without a brain and… He died”

“Oh Amelia, I’m sorry to hear”

“It’s okay, it’s okay”

“You know I had a stillborn, long before Owen and Megan were born, until then, I didn’t know pain like that existed… I didn’t think I could survive, but… I did, and when I had Owen, the pain... it didn’t have as great a hold on me. I could see my baby, my first baby, in him, then in Megan, I still do” Amelia smiled softly, casting her gaze across the room, at Megan, and at her husband, both sound asleep.

“Is the baby normally more active at night?”

“Mostly when I’m awake, and lying down. Makes falling asleep difficult, I think she settles as soon as I drift off.”

Evelyn’s hand splayed against Amelia’s stomach and Amelia closed her eyes. “Do you need to lie down?” Amelia asked, realising that she was falling asleep. Evelyn shook her head, “no dear, I’m comfortable enough here. I don’t feel like sleeping anyhow.”

She continued threading her fingers through Amelia’s hair. Amelia sighed.

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When Owen awoke, it was daylight. He felt immediate anxiety at the realisation that Amelia wasn’t in bed beside him. That anxiety immediately faded when he saw her with his mom. They were both asleep. Evelyn was reclined against some pillows against the base of the couch, with her legs outstretched. Amelia lie with her head resting in Evelyn’s lap. A woolen blanket curled around them, keeping them both warm.

Megan and Richard were awake, sitting with the children, all of them eating sandwiches. Nina was sat up on the couch, with her arms wrapped around her legs, eyes fixed on the grey sky through the window. Arizona and Alex were both still asleep, or appeared to be.

Wind rattled the single paned window, and whistled through the cracks in the wooden frame. Amelia shrugged at the wind in her sleep and pulled the blanket up to her shoulder. Evelyn opened her eyes, looking down first, at Amelia, pulling the blanket up further over her shoulder, stroking her hair back. Owen found himself smiling, seeing his mom care so lovingly for Amelia warmed his heart.

Evelyn looked up, meeting his eyes. “She woke up last night, I was already awake, I couldn’t sleep”

“You’re both okay?” Owen asked, and Evelyn nodded, looking back to Amelia, soothing her hand against her shoulder. Amelia pouted, furrowing her brows. Owen knew she was waking up. “Hopefully no morning sickness today” Owen said, crossing the room, dropping down onto the empty mattress in front of Amelia and Evelyn.

Amelia opened her eyes, closing one and peering up at Owen. He smiled, “he.y”

Amelia closed her eyes again and groaned with exertion as she sat up. She looked around, forgetting, for a moment, where she was. “Hi…”

“Are you alright?” Evelyn asked, folding her arms. Amelia nodded sharply, twisting so that she too leant against the couch base, feet outstretched towards Owen. Owen wrapped his hands around her feet and pressed the pads of his thumbs into her arches. “How are you feeling?” Owen asked, running his eyes over her. She inhaled deeply.

“Okay” she said, nodding, looking to Owen hands as they moved around her feet, “I feel okay, tired”

“Hungry?”

“Sure” Amelia replied, smiling warmly. Owen nodded, looking to his mom.

“Mom?”

“Please”

Owen looked to Richard, “I think we’re just doing sandwiches, that alright?”

The two women nodded, and pulled in their feet so that Owen could walk around them.

“I need to pee” Amelia said, looking behind her to check she wouldn’t be hitting Nina as she got herself up.

She met Owen’s gaze at the door, just as she pulled the chair away from the handle. He smiled warmly, acknowledging her.

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The hall was illuminated by the light of day, and it looked entirely different than it had when they’re arrived in the night. There were pictures on the walls, of a family. Amelia moved along the hall slowly, running her eyes across the images, there were light patches on the walls where it looked as if picture frames had once sat.

At the end of the hallway shoes were strewn around the floor; a man’s, a women’s, and a small girls. Amelia cast her eyes back at the pictures. They had a baby, maybe a year old. Looking back down at the shoes, she moved forward and lifted the lid of a large wicca box, and found more shoes. A tiny red shoe, just longer than the length of her thumb sat in the corner. A heat overwhelmed her and she took in a sharp breath, leaning down and picking it up. Holding it in both of her hands. She looked back to the pictures.

Owen’s voice shook her from her thoughts, he called her name. She looked down at the shoe, and Owens hand cupped hers. Ray and Ellis moved around her and she could see them peering about, at the shoe in her hand, and then at the shoe box. Their energy was contagious, they were giggling, and nattering away. Ray, saw the other red shoe and gave it to Ellis, telling her to “Give it to Meelie.” Their exchange brought a smile to Amelia’s face.

Ellis waddled towards Amelia, singing, “Meelie, mommy” holding the shoe up to Amelia. Amelia’s smile faltered slightly, as did Owens, but they both recovered quickly. “Present” she said, handing it to Amelia with a big smile.

“Thank you baby” Amelia said, taking the shoe. Ellis reached up for Amelia as soon as the baby shoe left her tiny hand, wanting to be carried. Amelia instinctively bent to pick her up, but Owen got to her first, lifting her the majority of the way and placing her into Amelia’s arms, saving his wife’s back.

“Maybe, we could... Keep these shoes?” Amelia asked Owen, feeling suddenly exposed. Owen smiled, looking to the shiny red shoes. He nodded, and leant in to kiss her, taking the shoes into his hands. “Alright Ellis bear, will you look after uncle Owen for me while I go pee? He gets awful lonely” Amelia said, speaking into Ellis’ ear as if it were a secret between them. Ellis turned her head, looking to Owen, who pulled a sad face, bottom lip rolling. Ellis grinned and lolled backwards, reaching out for Owen to take her.

Ray stayed behind, looking down at all the shoes. “The little girl who left here, looks to be the same size Ray, you want to see if there’s a good pair of boots?”

“What if they come back to look for them?”

“They won’t, because she’ll have taken yours from your house, it’s like a swap” Amelia said, hoping the family were alive somewhere, and not gnawing at dead flesh out in the woods. Ray twisted her lips, gazing down, considering Amelia’s words. “Maybe there’ll be some comfier shoes you could wear too?” Ray shrugged, looking around. Amelia nodded, her smile reaching her eyes.

“Have a look for me, I’ll look with you in a minute”

“Can we talk through the door, I don’t want to be on my own”

“I’ll leave it open a little if you promise to guard the door for me” Amelia suggested, slowly moving past Ray into the toilet. Ray nodded sharply, pulling the bathroom door too, open a gap.

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“Here, sit down” Ray directed Amelia to a chair she had dragged into the hall. Amelia allowed her to pull her towards it, and sat down. “I’m alright Ray, I don’t actually need to sit down?”

“Well…” Ray, lowered herself onto the floor amongst all the shoes she had pulled from the box. Amelia frowned curiously, taking in the little girl’s worried expression. “What is it Ray?”

“I think… well… you have a baby in your tummy… and everything is too dangerous, and I heard Owen talking to Nina in the van… and you weren’t well”

Amelia’s face morphed to one of sudden understanding.

“You had that big fight when you got me… and you almost died, and I don’t want you to get hurt, you or the baby… So I just…” she looked up, spanning her gaze around Amelia, and at the chair.

“Oh Ray, Come here” Amelia said, reaching out her hands. Ray climbed to her feet and moved to Amelia, who held both of her hands. Ray pouted, keeping her gaze from Amelia’s, staring pointedly at Amelia’s stomach instead. “Ray, back then… I wasn’t being as careful as I am now, and plus everyone is looking after me.”

Ray nodded gently, furrowing her brows. Amelia pulled her on to her lap, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m okay, Ray, I promise. I was just sick in the truck, which is normal when you grow a baby” Ray nodded again. ”Everything will be okay… alright?”

Ray smirked, pressing her lips together and nodding. Amelia kissed her on the cheek and held her tightly, “Breathe little one” she whispered, feeling some tension leave Ray. Ray swung her feet and smiled wider. “Oh, look at those lovely shoes” Amelia said, peering down at the red boots on Ray’s feet, they were much like the tiny pair that she’d found earlier. Ray smiled proudly, and nodded.

“They fit nice”

“They do? Well I guess it was meant to to be” She said, hugging Ray tightly, dotting a kiss to her cheek.

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“Are we leaving?” Amelia asked, moving back into the room with Ray at her side. Amelia had a nearly new pair of sneakers on her feet.”Yeah…” Owen said, walking to her and handing her half a sandwich. Amelia took it, nodding slowly, looking around at everyone.

Bags were being restuffed, and heaved over shoulders. Ray sped from her side, over to Ellis and her bag and her toys, and her cat Ginny, who’d become a tame and well behaved version of herself.

Amelia felt the prickle of a shiver sweep over her body as she entertained the idea of being out on the road again.

She wrapped her arm around her stomach and swallowed back a ball of tension in her throat. “Sit on the couch Amelia dear, we’ll get everything sorted” Evelyn spoke kindly, her hand pressing firmly against her back. Amelia released a restrained breath and looked down at herself, moving to the couch without looking up.

Richard stooped over the sofa and passed Amelia another sandwich. He paused behind her, eyeing everyone around the room as they packed their bags. He glanced down at Amelia, at the hand she had pressed firmly against her stomach. He sucked in a chestful of air and pursed his lips. He quashed his worry for her, and for the baby. He met Owens gaze and they exchanged a stream of concern. Richard smiled tightly, and turned away, back to his bag.

Amelia finished her sandwich and smoothed her hands over her bump, closing her eyes. Owen grit his teeth. His worry became weighty, and a sudden dizziness overwhelmed him. He winced, swallowing hard, looking down at his feet, at his bags.

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“We ready?” Alex spoke, pulling the door open.

No one answered verbally, they simply began to file out of the room. Amelia walked ahead of Owen. She was tired, Owen could tell that much from the extent of her waddle. His eyes watered at the prospect of not being able to give her what she needed right now; safety, and certainty. She paused at the door, taking in the morning mist, and the cool grey sky. Owen bit his lip, and ran is hand across her waist. She shuddered slightly, startled, before nodding, stepping out.

The grass was crisp under their feet, ice melting. The van bounced up and down as everyone jumped in. “um, how… how long will we be driving?” Amelia asked, taking Alex by the arm.

“Uh, I don’t know… we… Hey Owen… You and Amelia sit up front with me? Seeing the road might help your sickness” Alex said, gaze locking with Amelia’s again. She inhaled and smiled, awash with relief at the idea of not having to ask to be sedated again. Owen nodded, slinging their bags into the back of the truck and tucking the pillows he was carrying higher up under her arms. Amelia took a step back so the doors could close and moved against Owen’s chest. He pressed a kiss to the back of her head and she smiled, turning to him and briefly dropping her head against his shoulder.

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The van part the mist as it sped along the barren road, the sky was white. Amelia sat with her back to the window, pillows surrounding her, her calves on Owen’s lap. The window wipers were the only sound, thumping and sweeping against the window. Amelia gazed lazily out the front window, eyes drooping every so often.

Owen and Alex’s eyes were wide and observant, out at the road. They drove along a forest road for what seemed like an hour. Amelia fell asleep after a while, comforted by the repetitiveness of the forest blurring either side of them.

“Are we heading back to the house?” Owen wanted to confirm.

“Richards?”

“Yeah”

“Yeah we are, on the off chance that no one has found our stash of supplies”

“You know the way?”

“I know the direction, I’m hoping to see something familiar eventually, we might need to hit the edge of the city”

Owen nodded slowly, looking back to the road, then across at Amelia. Owen brushed his hands up and down her legs, and them moved one to her bump. He closed his eyes, letting his neck go slack, resting his head back. Under his hand he felt a slow fluttering of movement, and he pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile.

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A loud thump woke them both with a start, and they opened their eyes to find blood splattered against the window. The truck bobbed and bounced as it ran something over. Eyes widened, “Alex, what…” Amelia began, but Alex interrupted her.

“It’s okay, it was one of those… things, a zombie dude.”

It took the couple a while to relax, and to settle back into their seats. They both eyed the front window, as the window wipers streaked blood across the glass. Owen felt Amelia’s cold hand against the back of his, holding his against her. Soon the blood was gone, apart from a few smears at the corners.

They were out of the forest now, rushing along a straight road through frosted fields. Amelia pulled her legs towards her and folded them at the knees. She shuffled to sit up further and hummed, opening the window a crack. Wind crept in and played with the hair at the top of her head. She tilted her head back so she could inhale the cool air, eyes dropping shut. “Are you feeling sick?” Owen’s voice pierced through the sound of the rushing wind. Amelia nodded, uttering “A little, it’s fine.”

She closed the window after a few minutes, pulling a blanket up to her shoulders. “You know what I miss?” Amelia said, breaking the silence.

Both Owen and Alex peered her way, Owen’s eyes lingered on her. “Waffles?” Owen smirked, raising his brows.

Amelia smiled back, shaking her head, “yes but, no… I miss tumours, big butterfly tumours…” She placed her hands at the back of her head and sat back, smiling.

Owen saw the glint in her eye, one he hadn’t known he’d been craving.

“All of them, I miss surgery.”

“I miss waiting at the intake doors of the ER, for the ambulances to arrive… the anticipation of it” Owen said, nodding.

Amelia smiled, so did Alex.

“I miss the simple things…” Alex began, half smiling. “I miss the kids and… just seeing them get better… and go home”

The group beamed, their smiles lingering as they settled their eyes back at the road.

Up ahead, they could just make out the figures of people staggering in and out of the road. Amelia folded her legs in tighter and sat forward, eyes widening to take in the sight. Alex slowed slightly as they passed them. A man, dead, naked, was covered in darkened and blackened blood. The fingers of one hand were missing and the side of his face was mangled and bloody. A little boy followed, also seemingly dead. He walked slowly, on the balls of his feet, head hanging down. His hair spiked towards the ground, soaked and darkened by blood. He wore a oversized tshirt and the remnants of a pair of green shorts. Another man limped along side the boy, randomly changing direction and drifting into the woods as they passed by in the truck. “Fuck” Amelia muttered, sinking heavily into her chair. Alex and Owen both shared the sentiment.

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jordan202 · 7 years ago

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Masterpost - Maybe This Time

Maybe This Time deals with the repercussions of Owen and Amelia’s season 14 arc. After their friendly but painful separation, each goes their own way. But just as Amelia is struggling after having lost the contest and therefore the money for her research project, she sees herself with a big problem in her hands. After finding her one day and helping out with a solution, Owen sees the two of them growing closer.

Could it be that together, they will also find solutions for their problems?

Chapters:

One - As Amelia struggles for alternatives to get new funding for her daring project, Owen finds out about her and Tom Koracick

Two - After screwing up badly, Owen redeems himself with an idea that might help Amelia more than he initially thought

Three - Our favorite duo works side by side on the case and slowly realizes they are much better together than apart. Could it be in every sense?

Four - After Kimmie’s procedure, Amelia seeks Owen, finally pushing them to have a much needed conversation

Five - Following up with their fallout, Owen and Amelia spend time together and discover more things about each other

Six - Amelia slowly realizes she hasn’t been herself lately and ponders what could be causing that

Seven - Amelia and Owen share some sweet moments as she comes down with a nasty cold. But after some symptoms linger longer than expected, it’s up to him to help her figure out what it means.

Eight - As Amelia comes to terms with with her unexpected news, Owen finds out details about her past that might finally help them move on to a future together.

thank you @bafy-usy for the amazing edit! you are incredible!

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drreporting · 7 years ago

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Echo Pt.17

“I hated you,” she admitted, wiping tears from her cheeks again. In a softer voice, she added, “I think I still do.”

Her words hit him hard. He held his face in his hands, unsure of how to process the information she’d just told him. “What was Megan telling me?”

Amelia shrugged. “You never talked about it. All I know is that your mom visited a couple times with you.”

Owen fought to catch his breath, suddenly feeling the walls closing around him. “I…I need to leave.” He stood up, haphazardly looking around for his car keys.

Confusion and hurt written all over her face, she said, “Owen, don’t leave. Where are you gonna go?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he dismissed, feeling on the verge of a panic attack. He felt like he was having an out of body experience, like the Owen that his ex-wife had just described was a completely different person. But no, it was him. He said and did all those cruel things to her, to his family and friends, and the worst part was that he couldn’t figure out why. “I just need to go.” He stormed out of the kitchen and, before Amelia could grab onto him and beg him one more time to stay, he was gone. A deep feeling of dread filled her entire being as she stared at their front door. History was repeating itself. She was unfortunately right when she told Derek that people didn’t change.

The further Owen walked away from the house, the harder the rain fell. By the time he reached the bus stop a few streets down, it was pouring. Sitting at the stop, he held his face in his hands as he tried to calm himself down and figure out his next move, the cold rain barely fazing him.

“It’s all your fault, Eeyore.” Owen jumped, quickly raising his face to see where the voice had come from. There, sitting across from him, was Megan.

“Leave me alone,” he told her, knowing his mind was playing tricks on him.

“It’s your fault I got on that helicopter,” she listed, standing up, “It’s your fault I went missing for so long.” She walked over to him, lowering her lips to his ears. “It’s your fault your wife hates you.” Standing up straight, she corrected herself, “Sorry, ex-wife.”

“I stayed in the army for five years!” he yelled at her, “I looked for you for five years.”

“And I was missing for 12!” she screamed back at him, “Why didn’t you look harder?!”

“I am sorry, Meg.” Owen buried his face in his hands once more, trying to will the hallucination away. “I moved on because I thought I would never find you. I thought you had died.”

“I wish I did,” she muttered. Owen furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, wondering if his brain was subconsciously accessing his memories to create the hateful Megan in front of him now. “Your wife hates you. I hate you. The only person who could hate you more than we do right now, is yourself Eeyore.”

“I do,” he confessed, looking up at the sky. The rain was finally beginning to feel cold against his skin. “I hate myself, Megan. Are you happy?”

“No,” she answered, turning away. Before she walked off, she looked over her shoulder at him. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Do something about it.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked her. When he heard no response, he looked at where he thought she was standing, only to find that she was no longer there. Instead, there was a relatively old man who had just sat down on the bench across from him, shaded by an umbrella. He used the newspaper in his hand to sit on so that the bench wouldn’t wet his attire.

“I’d offer you some shade,” he said, “But I don’t think it would make sense at this point.”

“Yeah,” Owen mused, looking down at his attire.

“Charles,” he introduced himself, “Who were you talking to?”

“Myself, I think.”

“You sounded pretty angry,” Charles disclosed, “I heard you from down the road, not that I’m trying to be nosy.” He looked over at Owen and smiled warmly. “Family problems?” The trauma surgeon’s silence confirmed his answer. Sensing his reluctance to speak about the issue, the man attempted to fill the silence. “I used to ride motorcycles when I was younger,” he informed him, “Or at least that’s what my wife used to tell me.”

Owen stared out at the rain pouring in front of them. “Accident?”

“Lost all of the best memories of my life,” he said, “And the worst.” He sighed looking up at the sky. “Apparently, I used to be a therapist. I had three kids who didn’t understand why daddy couldn’t remember them, and a wonderful wife who was so patient with me that I didn’t deserve it, to be honest.” Owen looked over at the man now, and Charles looked back at him. “But I didn’t remember them, so I didn’t love them; I didn’t even like them. I never imagined myself settling down and having kids, so I felt so trapped when I woke up in that hospital to my new life.”

“I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare,” Owen confessed, running a hand stressfully through his wet hair, “Like everyone is in on the joke except for me. Like...”

“Like you’re standing up in front of your class, in your underwear,” Charles finished the thought for him, “Yeah, I know that feeling.” The rain began to settle as he continued to speak. “In a way, though, it felt like I’d been given a second chance to do things differently.” He looked over at Owen and asked, “Have you been given a second chance, Owen?”

Owen shrugged, not knowing the answer. “I think my chances have run out.” He covered his mouth as tears fell down his cheek. He had walked right out of the house, more importantly; he’d walked out on Amelia when all she was doing was trying to help. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about the fact that he was doing the same things he did before the accident. It was as if he’d learned nothing from his past behaviour.

“Well,” Charles mused as the rain turned into a light drizzle, “What would you do if you did have another chance?”

“Ask for forgiveness,” he scoffed, as if the answer was obvious.

“There’s only so much forgiveness you can ask for,” the guy chuckled, closing up his umbrella, “If I were you, and I’d been given another chance to fix what I broke…” He looked back at Owen. “Well, I don’t know what exactly I’d do but, for starters, I wouldn’t do the same thing that caused the problem in the first place, again.” Owen frowned at his information. He was right. He’d been cursed with this illness, yet blessed with a second chance to fix his relationship, and here he was, soaking wet at a bus stop, talking to some old guy.

“I have to go,” Owen said, standing up suddenly, “Thank you.”

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Amelia couldn’t wait any longer on their bed. Owen had been gone for almost an hour, and it was raining. She was confused at his outburst, she was hurt that he’d walked out on her again, but mostly, she was worried about him and his whereabouts. She couldn’t lie to herself; as much as she didn’t want to, she still cared deeply for him; the towel she held in her hands as she waited for him only reinforced that thought, and she didn’t know if that meant that she still had feelings for him or not. All she knew was that she needed to know that Owen was okay.

“I think I might need a new phone,” a voice said. She snapped her head around, only to find Owen at the door of their bedroom, soaked from head to toe. Clothes stuck to every inch of his muscles and, if it wasn’t for the tense situation they were in, she might’ve thought it was kind of sexy. She watched as he walked around the bed and towards her. He then sat in front of her, setting the phone on the floor next to him, and smirked at her.

“I’m sorry,” he told her, his eyes red from crying. Suddenly, a goofy smile overtook her face. “Why…Why are you smiling?” he asked, confused at her sudden change in demeanour.

She eyed his entire being before saying, “It’s hard to take you seriously when there are water drops hanging off of your golden eyelashes.” Owen smiled and laughed softly as Amelia used the towel in her hands to pat his face dry. He then proceeded to pull his shirt over his head before she ruffled his hair with the same towel. Owen stared at her fondly through the entire experience, a soft smile on his face.

“What was it like?” he asked her as she dried his neck and chest, “Before all the bad stuff. What were we like?” She remained silent for a minute, trying to find the right words to describe the kind of love they used to have.

“We were every sense of the word imperfect, but we were so happy,” she disclosed, running the towel along his arms, “A lot of crappy stuff happened to us, but we made it through.”

“What kind of crappy stuff?”

In a casual tone, Amelia recalled, “Hypothermia, relapses, PTSD, car accidents, a miscarriage...” She smiled to herself as she added, “Come to think of it, most of these things happened to me, actually, not us.”

“You are really unlucky,” he joked.

“Yeah,” she agreed, “The most normal thing to happen to us that was bad was that time you had your appendix taken out and the time I got my appendix taken out.” Owen laughed, finding the statement hilarious. They were bad luck charms.

“How have we lasted this long?” he wondered, still chuckling.

“We didn’t,” she reminded him, accidentally darkening the mood. Once she realised what she’d said, she added, “No filter. Sorry.”

Owen curled his lips into a coy smirk as he analysed her previous statement. “I should be the one apologising.” She stopped drying him and held the towel in her hand, gazing at him as she shrugged. She passed the towel through his hair one more time as she contemplated whether to say what had been on her mind for a little while.

“Ex-wife to ex-husband?” she teased, handing him the towel. He rolled his eyes playfully at her choice in labels, but waited for her to finish. “Sometimes I forget what it was like when we were happy, even what it was like to just kiss you.”

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t remember it at all,” he joked, making her giggle. He liked the sound of her laugh and the way it made her dimples sink into her cheeks. He didn’t know if it was a habit or if she did it to get his attention, but Owen didn’t miss the way she softly bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile. In one swift motion, he got up on his knees to be on her level, causing his body to get closer to hers. His sudden invasion of her space made her cheeks turn red and her heart jump with adrenalin. He was giving her that look. That look that he used to give her right before he was about to kiss her. She didn’t even think he knew he was giving her that look.

Resting his hands on either side of her on the bed, Owen unapologetically stared at her bitten bottom lip. “Can I kiss you?” Although she knew that was what he was going to do anyways, hearing him ask it made her heart race even more.

For a moment, she lost her voice, opening her mouth and no words coming out. “We…shouldn’t.”

“You’re right, we shouldn’t.” He nodded, but made no movements to distance himself from her. He knew she didn’t have many residual feelings for him, but he couldn’t resist so instead, he got even closer, his nose brushing against hers as their foreheads touched. Relishing in the all too intimate feeling, Amelia closed her eyes and sighed peacefully.

“We have a lot of problems,” she reminded herself more than him, her cheeks flushing the longer they stayed so close to each other.

His hands made their way to her thighs before slowly running up her sides. “So you’ve told me.” Dear lord, she couldn’t get the thoughts that were going through her, out of her mind. The smell of her shampoo was flooding his senses now. It was all so familiar, yet all so new.

“We are divorced,” she added, hoping the information would discourage him from continuing. She wouldn’t stop herself if he kissed her, so she needed him to be the bigger person and stop.

“You’ve also told me that,” he whispered, his hands making their way to her shoulders now. They snaked up her neck and cupped her cheeks, his thumbs caressing the skin there. At this point, she felt as though her heart would leap out her throat.

“Owen…” Before she could finish the rest of her sentence, his lips were on hers. He’d started off slow, soft touches and brushes of his tongue against her bottom lip; he wasn’t sure how she liked to be kissed. However, unbeknownst to him, the gentle kissing only served to provoke Amelia and make her want more. She pulled his hands away from her face, fed up with being treated like a fragile antique, and laced her hands in his hair, softly pulling on it and knowing that he would part his lips, giving her entrance into his mouth. Owen moaned softly at the assaultive kiss; he was surprised at how assertive she was being. He somehow thought of her as a modest lover, but the way she was kissing him right now, he could tell she was anything but that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her as she lay back on the bed. He went with her, holding his body up by his hands as he covered her body with his. If they kept this up, pretty soon she’d be able to feel his excitement, and he wasn’t sure if she was planning to go that far with him.

“Pants,” Amelia rasped as she pulled away from him, pushing on his chest. Or maybe she was planning to go that far.

“Are you sure?” he sought to confirm, not wanting to push her too far.

“No, Owen,” she exclaimed, “Your pants are wet.” Quickly, he leapt off the bed, but the damage was done. There was a huge wet spot covering Amelia’s lower body and shorts, not to mention the comforter.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly announced, his cheeks red with embarrassment, “I thought you meant-,” Just then, her pager went off. Disappointment filled Owen’s entire being as he remembered that she was on call.

“I have to go,” she said as she read the message. She stood up, heading to the bathroom while he searched for some fresh, dry clothes.

Almost 10 minutes later, she reappeared in black jeans and a plain t-shirt, grabbing her items from her bedside table as she made her way out of the bedroom. At the door she paused and turned around, remembering that she’d left some unfinished business.

She walked to where Owen was patiently sitting down and planted a quick peck on his lips. “We’ll finish this when I get back.”

Owen nodded; he was fascinated by this side of her that he’d managed to bring out. “Okay.” She kissed him one more time before leaving the bedroom. “Amelia,” he called, stopping her exit. She quickly turned around and looked at him expectantly. “You should wear your hair down more,” he said, “I like the way it looks.”

Her cheeks turned red yet again as she processed the compliment, but she eventually settled for smiling shyly. “You told me that when we first started dating.” And with that, she was gone. Once he heard the front door slam shut, Owen fell back onto the bed and exhaled loudly, closing his eyes as a stupid grin took over his face. He had kissed Amelia. He had finally kissed Amelia. He sighed dreamily, replaying the kiss in his mind.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and froze with fear. He just made out with his ex-wife.

“Oh crap,” he berated himself, covering his eyes with the palms of his hands. He had a feeling this was going to get very messy very quickly.

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sircraigyferguson · 7 years ago

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chap 6 for ya enjoyment :)

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amelia-blackshepherd · 7 years ago

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Risk vs Reward

Kind of follows my previous story Who’s Got Game 2.0. It follows present timeline it’s an optimistic story involving Omelia. Let me know what you think.

Also as a side note: sorry for any mistakes, or if this story doesn’t make sense, I hit my head last night and might have a concussion.

Patients not a specialty of mine, a girl can only wait so long. As much fun as flirting with Owen is, it’s not enough anymore, I know what I am missing, I need more, I want more. I’ve had enough of waiting around, I’m ready for us to take the next step, so I’ll just have to give Owen a push.

All week at work in between consults and the surgeries, I debate how I am going to get me and Owen to the next stage of whatever it is that we are doing. I still don’t know what to call it, technically we are still married, hell, we are still living together, and we flirt, but we don’t talk not like we use to. Not like we need to in order to, get us back to us, back to what I miss so badly.

I could just ask him out on a date, but than I give him all the power. I could just keep flirting and hope we get to the next stage soon. I could drop hints in hopes of getting him to ask me out. I could pretend to move on. I could actually move on, but I really don’t like that option.

But maybe pretending to move on will work… It’s a risky move but I’ve never been one to back away from risks. I decide to go with that plan… at least I’ll get some sort of reaction out of him.

That night I put my plan into action, he is sitting in the living room watching some sports game when I walk into the room. He is going to be completely blind sided by this…

“So, Owen, you know how we talked about dating, or well more specifically if I was dating anyone?” I pose the question to him.

Without turning his head from the screen, I can see him raise his eyebrows in confusion and he nods in remembrance, so I continue, “Well it got me thinking… and I have a date.” There I said it now to wait for the bomb to go off.

That catches all his attention, his eyes turn to look at me. His breathing is shallow in an attempt to control his emotions. I turn on my heel and walk away, because I know him, he won’t be able to pretend I didn’t just say that. He won’t let me leave without talking about this, not after our history of me running and avoiding.

“You have a date!?!” I hear his voice boom, slightly confused from behind me as he comes closer. He is mad, or more likely jealous, I’ve succeeded, I pushed him and he is pushing back. “You are going on a date? What about us, Amelia?” I can hear the slight whimper in his voice as he says my name. It tugs at my heart, but I’m not going to roll over yet.

“What about us, Owen?” I challenge back, I don’t know if it is the right step. I might be pushing him too hard, but I can’t back down. I have to see my plan though, I’m doing this for me and Owen I tell myself as I lock my eyes on his. The look in his eyes causes my breath catch in my throat.

He doesn’t say anything he just moves his body closer and closer to mine, pushing me backwards. I can feel the kitchen counter pressed against my back, I still have my eyes glued to his he is hovering over me, dangerously close. Every coherent thought I’d been trying to put together is gone instantly when he crashes his mouth against mine.

Next thing I know I’m on the kitchen counter, with my legs tightly wrapped around him, my lungs screaming for oxygen. We eventually pull apart, but only by a few inches, my breathing is still erratic making me uncapable of talking. Owen catches his breath quicker than me, he is still only an inch or two from my face, I can feel his hot breath tempting me for more. I’m trying to control myself when he says, “I love you. That is what’s about us, that is why I don’t want you to date some guy. I want you to date me, love me; Amelia, I love you.”

All I can do is smile and pull him back into another passionate, oxygen deprived kiss, as I have no words to explain how thrilled I am to hear him say those words.

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walshizzle · 8 years ago

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Minnie

I created a poll on twitter asking “Most likely to buy a giant Great dane without asking his/her partner” and so far Owen is in the lead so this little idea crawled into my mind.

It’s short but sweet. Enjoy!

Amelia was happy to finally park her car in the driveway and go home. She had been paged before 5am and basically spent the whole day at the hospital. She couldn’t wait to hug her kids, kiss her husband, take off her shoes and go straight to bed. As Amelia locked the front door after she entered the house, she heard giggles from the living room. She smiled as she thought about her family enjoying itself and having a great time. She was so eager to see them that she almost threw her purse and jacket.

When she entered the living room nobody noticed her. Her husband and their three kids were all sitting on the floor with their backs facing Amelia and laughing. She figured they were probably playing a game.

“Hey, I’m home,” she smiled as she observed them.

Everyone turned around at the same time and stopped laughing. The kids all glanced at Owen who had a guilty yet adorable face.

“What?” wondered Amelia aloud. But she didn’t have to for too long. A black puppy walked from behind the kids and Owen directly towards Amelia, wagging its tail, eager to meet the person who has just entered the room.

Amelia opened her mouth and looked in between Owen and the puppy. “What is that?” she asked as the pup sniffed her legs.

“A doggy,” innocently smiled Emma, their youngest.

“I can see that. What is it doing in our house?”

“She’s ours. Isn’t she pretty?” asked Hannah.

“Yeah, she’s…” Amelia observed the dog, “…great.”

Owen noticed that Amelia was caught completely off guard. He couldn’t tell if she was angry, surprised or overwhelmed but he wanted to talk with her without the kids. “Why don’t you take Minnie to the backyard. She probably needs to pee,” he suggested.

All three kids excitedly stood up and ran through the back door to the fenced back yard with their new family member – Minnie.

“Owen, what the hell?”

“Well, we have a dog,” the redhead smiled sheepishly.

“I can see that. We agreed on getting a dog but we were going to take some time and not jump into it.”

“I know but I was scrolling through my phone and the shelter posted a picture of Minnie and she seemed perfect. I went to check her out and… She is the perfect puppy, you have to admit it.”

“She’s barely a puppy. She’s huge!” Amelia exclaimed.

“Yeah… She’s a Great dane.”

“A Great dane?! Owen, are you kidding me? Couldn’t you find a larger dog?”

“We could always get a Mastiff.”

“This is not even funny. And her name is Mini? What kind of a joke is that?”

“It’s Minnie, like Minnie in Miki Mouse not Mini. But she already had that name. I swear,” he said, putting his hands in the air.

Amelia just exhaled loudly, not even believing the situation she was in. The couple had agreed on getting a dog just a couple of days earlier but they wanted to talk to some breeders and visit some shelters to see their options and find the right dog that would also be great with kids. Never did she think Owen would bring home a giant Great dane puppy named Minnie.

The kids were already back in the house while Minnie loyally followed them.

“She peed outside,” Michael said and rubbed Minnie’s head, “You’re such a good girl.” The dog proudly wagged her tail and then approached Amelia. She sat down in front of her and stared directly in her eyes.

Amelia stood there with her hands crossed, not knowing what to think of the situation. Sure, they wanted a dog but were they prepared for it? Was Minnie, the not so mini dog, the right option? She didn’t know the answers to those questions but she knew that she was already falling in love with the pair of dark eyes that stared at her. She kneeled down and observed the fury family member. Amelia stretched her hand and scratched Minnie behind her ear. Minnie stuck out her tongue as she enjoyed the gentle rubs. “I guess you’re stuck with us, girl. Don’t eat my shoes and you’ll be ok,” she commented. Minnie lay down and stretched on her back, eager for some belly rubs.

“I think she likes you, mom,” said Hannah as she joined Amelia and rubbed Minnie’s belly as well.

“I think your mom likes her, too,” added Owen.

Amelia looked at Owen, smiled and shook her head, annoyed that she couldn’t even be angry at her husband. Minnie seemed like a great dog and Amelia naively believed she was going to stay like that forever, not even sensing how many shoelaces Minnie would tear out of their shoes in the following weeks. Maybe Amelia’s shoes would have to go away but Minnie wasn’t going anywhere for sure.

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the-hunts · 8 years ago

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My Wife

Prompt: The first time Owen refers to Amelia as, “my wife.”

I’m baaaaaack. Well, kind of. I don’t really know much, but I know I missed writing. A

Owen Hunt was not one to flaunt his relationships all over town. He appreciated the intimacy of a bond shared between two people, the closeness it brings to the couple. At the same time, he also had a very hard time not mounting his wife every second of the day. The way her scrubs molded against her shapely ass, how the vee of her collar would gape when she bent over, revealing a delicious view of her cleavage.

He was a firm believer in feminism and he knew firsthand that Amelia could stand up for herself, but occasionally he couldn’t help it. When a stranger’s eyes would linger on her petite frame a little too long he would slink an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Or when the waiter at dinner would shoot her a grin, Owen would reach across to intertwine their hands, making sure to flaunt her white gold band.

But Amelia Shepherd was not going to stand around while he figuratively peed all over her. She was no one’s territory to be marked, and he knew that damn well. Yet he had an inkling that a small part of her enjoyed his jealousy and possessive nature when it came to her. The glint in her eye, and the super hot sex, were a dead giveaway that she wasn’t completely against his behaviour.

The first time it became very apparent that he was a jealous husband was a short two days after their wedding. While they had debated stay-cationing in Seattle for their honeymoon, the dreary weather and familiar faces of their coworkers pushed them to travel somewhere else. Somewhere warm, sunny and carefree. Preferable somewhere far.

Somehow they managed to plan their wedding and book a vacation package for Maui despite their short timeline. Amelia had scoffed at the extravagance of the trip, rolling her eyes as Owen selected the largest suite and a plethora of amenities. After she finally finished complaining he turned to her,

“Are you done yet?” he had asked, his voice on edge.

Astonished, she turned to him, “Pardon?”

He sighed greatly, “Are you done complaining yet? Because all you’re doing is wasting your breath.”

She humphed adorably, an angry pout settling on her face.

Owen couldn’t help but release a small chuckle and grin, “Amelia, look at me.”

His stubborn fiancee reluctantly gave him her attention.

“How many honeymoons are you planning on having?” he asked seriously.

She looked perplexed, “Pardon?”

“I asked how many honeymoons you planned on having. Because personally, I’m only planning on having one - with you. All I want is to soak up the sun with my wife, and preferably she’ll be wearing a skimpy bikini. And if that means paying an arm and a leg, so be it.”

Amelia relaxed under his gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks, “A skimpy bikini, eh?”

He smiled sheepishly, “A guy can dream?”

She leaned in slowly to press a kiss to his lips, pulling away ever so slightly.

“A wife can turn dreams into realities,” she whispered huskily before sashaying away, shooting him a wink over her shoulder.

If Amelia Shepherd was anything, she was true to her word. So after a morning romp in the sheets on their first day of their vacation, she had sent him down to the beach, promising to meet him there after a quick shower. He had protested originally, wanting to spend no more than a second apart but she enticed him with the thought of the warm sun and sand, eventually coaxing him to relent.

As soon as he left, a sly grin spread across her face. She showered carefully, meticulously scrubbing her body with a natural sea sponge, letting the citrusy body wash glide down her wet frame. Once she was done, she stepped out into the steamy bathroom and wrapped a plush towel around her body, enjoying the soft cushioning of the fabric. Raising a hand, she wiped the condensation off the mirror before reaching back to let her hair out of its bun. As she reached up to fix her hair, her newly adorned ring glinted in the light, and her mouth quirked into a smile. Amelia dropped the towel on the bathroom floor before going into the bedroom to rummage through her suitcase for Owen’s special surprise.

Owen had booked a cabana for them on the beach, equipped with a soft canvas mattress and curtains to draw around the whole bed. He had tied the curtains to the posts, enjoying the soft morning breeze coming off the water while he read his book. The dipping of the bag as the settled down her bag alerted him to her arrival. He slowly peeled his eyes away from the book to glance at her, his mouth going dry at her appearance.

In front of him was Amelia, wearing barely more than the blinding smile on her face. She was wearing on of the tiniest bikinis he had ever seen. It was dark blue, with small white stitching around the edges and playful tassels the ends of the strings. The triangular cups looked full with her small breasts, and the bottoms were barely there. Owen took his time dragging his down her body, appreciating the way that the suit had accentuated her features. Unconsciously, he bit his lip between his teeth, releasing a soft groan.

“Like what you see?” Amelia asked playfully, a lilt of amusement in her voice.

Owen nodded, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. He reached his hands out to hold her hips, fondling the string of her bottoms between his fingers. Naturally, her hands came to rest on his shoulders, gently tickling the newly formed freckles she found there. Owen’s thumb swiped across the fabric at her hip, the smooth fabric gliding easily across his skin. A cheeky smile formed on his face as he looked up at her.

Amelia eyed him with a grin, “What?”

Owen chuckled quietly while moving his fingers across the top of the suit towards her ass, “I can’t help but wonder what the back of the suit must look like.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she laughed, before turning around.

Owen reached to cup her bottom, “And you love me for it.”

She looked down over her shoulder, “Damn right I do. Now enough feeling up my ass, let’s go swim!”

Owen allowed her to drag him by the hand to the water, where they proceeded to kiss and frolic through the salty waves.

The couple slept on the mattress in the cabana, exhausted by their early morning efforts and their play in the water. Amelia woke first, mewling softly as she stretched out across the warm fabric. She rolled her shoulders before crawling to the end of the bed to draw open the curtain facing the water. She eyed the pair of loungers outside of the cabana longingly, wanting to enjoy the heat of the sun directly on her skin, but she knew her sun lotion had been washed off by the ocean’s spray. She turned to glance at her new husband, who was gently snoozing. Amelia decided to risk it, and grabbed her book and sunglasses before going to rest on the lounger.

As the sun moved, Amelia moved with it, moving her lounger to further away from the shady cabana to sit more fully in the sun. She was so absorbed in her book that she did not notice the person approaching until a shadow loomed over her body. Startled, she looked up at the intruder, finding a handsome face staring down at her.

“Hello there,” he crooned with an easy southern drawl.

Amelia gave him a strained smile, “Uh, hello.”

“Hello darling,” he smiled, pulling up the other lounger to align them, “Anyone sitting here?”

As she began to answer he cut her off, “Great, I’ve been looking for a spot all day and what luck to find one with such a lovely lady - ” he paused, waiting for her name.

“Amelia,” she obliged.

“Amelia, beautiful face for a beautiful girl,” he smiled, “I’m Sam.”

Amelia nodded before reaching into her bag for her sundress. The stranger watched closely. Once he realized what the item was he piped up again, “No need to cover up for me, honey.”

She smiled curtly, “The sun is getting a little too warm on my shoulders.”

As she reached up to pull the dress on he grabbed her arm, halting her progress. She startled and turned to face him.

“How about I help you with a little lotion then? Your shoulders are looking a little pink,” he offered with a leer, his fingers wandering up her arm teasingly.

Amelia shrugged her shoulder lightly, dropping his hand from her frame, “I’m fine, thanks.”

His hand went back to her shoulder, gripping tighter than before, “Really, I insist.”

Amelia’s voice got lost in her throat as an unsettling feeling crept into her gut. Sam got up to stand behind her, his hands heavy on her skin. She froze in her place her stomach dropped further. Sam swept her hair to one side, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to need some lotion for this to work, love.”

As Amelia faltered and pulled her knees to her chest, the hands were suddenly pulled from her body.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Owen seethed at the stranger.

Sam released his hands from Owen’s grip and shoved the taller man back, “Lay off bud, we’re busy here.”

Owen tensed, his tall stature looming over Sam’s, “I suggest you leave, right now.”

“I’m helping out with a little sun protection, that’s all. Besides, I got here first dude,” Sam scoffed, turning his attention back to Amelia, who remained frozen in her seat.

Owen’s hand clamped firmly on Sam’s shoulder, his fingers pressing against the muscle. He leaned in and lowered his voice, “I’m only going to ask you one more time. Get your hands off of my wife.”

Sam winced as he surrendered, “Alright, alright. Sorry, man. She never mentioned being married or anything.”

Owen scoffed and gestured to Amelia’s left hand, “The ring on her finger not proof enough?”

The other man glanced at the ring and rolled his eyes before walking away, “Didn’t notice. No harm, no foul brother.”

Amelia snapped out of it as Sam walked away. She quickly turned to face Owen, her breath evening out as she saw his baby blue eyes staring back. He walked around to sit and the end of her lounger.

“Mia? Are you alright? What happened? Who was that guy?” he questioned rapidly, his eyes searching her face for answers.

She was at a loss for words, “His name is Sam. He uh- he came to sat here, and he cut me off when I tried to tell him about you. And then he touched my arm and…”

Owen’s eyes filled with concern for his petite wife, “And what?”

“I froze. I- I didn’t know what to say or do” she whispered.

Owen put a hand on her foot, and gestured for her to come closer. Amelia slowly released her legs, scooting over to sit beside Owen more fully. She pulled one of his hands into her lap, playing with the large digits. She rested her head against his broad shoulder, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her salty hair as his hand wrapped around her waist.

After a while, Owen broke the silence.

“Sorry,” he murmured, a guilty look in his eye.

The brunette’s head turned to face him, her loose waves brushing across his chest, “What?”

Owen shrugged softly, “You know, for peeing all over you and stuff. I know you can stand up for yourself and well, I’m sorry.”

Amelia squeezed his hand before settling it on her thigh. She reached to hold his face, turning his gaze toward her, “Owen, thank you.”

His eyebrows gathered in confusion, “For what?”

“For telling him off. Getting him to leave,” she replied.

Owen’s eyebrow raised, “You’re happy I did that. You know, peed on you or whatever?”

Amelia laughed softly, “You need to word that better. But yes, I guess I am.”

He quirked a smile, “So you like it when I do that?”

Her eyes sparkled as she pretended to ponder the idea, “Maybe.”

A grin spread across Owen’s face. He reached over to pull her lithe body onto his lap and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “So you like it when I tell the world that you’re mine?”

A shiver ran down Amelia’s spine, goosebumps forming across the surface of her skin.

“When I tell people to stop staring at you, because only I can do that?” he continued.

She nodded mutely, her breasts rising and falling as a flush spread across her chest.

“When I tell people to get lost because you’re my wife,” he crooned.

Amelia turned, grabbing his face in her hands before putting her lips on his. Owen smiled as they kissed, his hands possessively gripping on her ass while her fingers raked through his short hair. His scruff tickled her as he kissed a line from her mouth down her jaw, nipping on her tender skin here and there. She moaned gently, turning her head to catch his mouth again. Amelia moved her legs to straddle his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she softly rocked her hips against his. Owen dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass, grinding her harder on him. Amelia pulled away slightly, her voice breathy as she whispered, “I think it’s time you take me back to our cabana.”

Owen groaned at her words, dropping a quick kiss to her lips, “Anything for my wife.”

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hotshepherd · 5 years ago

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Got some space for more?

This is my first Omelia one-shot. I know ts pretty short but I just wanted to write something. Note that my English isn't the best but this is for all the Omelia fans out there. Don't forget to comment on what I can do better the next time. 💕

"Ok look, I've got an idea!!" "Oh please, no. Last time our kitchen ended up on fire."

Owen’s pov

I woke up to the alarm ringing in the morning and I shut it off as fast as I could, to not wake Amelia up. She loves her sleep and I knew that if she woke up to the alarm she would be in a bad mood all day. I look at my side and I see her still peacefully sleeping, lying like a fetus. I take in her cuteness and kiss her cheek carefully not to wake her up. I and Amelia are only friends fostering two kids but I can’t stop myself from thinking that we could be something more than that. But right now its how it is. Everything between us is finally good now and I don’t wanna ruin it again. I take a last glance at her before carefully and quietly get out of bed. I go to Betty’s room and wake her up because she has school today. I tell her good morning and leave the room so she can get ready. I walk into the kitchen and start making coffee for both me and Amelia, for when she wakes up. I walk to Leo’s room and I see him standing up in his crib, fully awake. I give him a smile.

“Morning, Buddy,” I tell him and lift him up into my arms and he starts bouncing, which I know means he wants Amelia. “Let’s go wake Amelia up, shall we?” I say and start walking back to mine and Amelia’s room. I sit on my side of the bed and let Leo crawl to the sleeping Amelia. Leo puts his head on the pillow next to Amelia’s head and starts giggling. I mimic Leo and lay down on the bed and put my head on my pillow.

I watch Amelia wake up and she smiles when she sees Leo and god that smile makes me fall in love with her even more. Her smile is one of the things I love about her since Leo and Betty came into our lives. That smile of hers show so much love, that’s indescribable. A love of a mother I would say. I watch Amelia take Leo and give him a hug and they both look so happy. I can definitely see myself waking up to this every morning.

“Got space for one more?” Betty asks standing at the end of the bed.

“Of course!” I move more to the edge so betty can lie in the middle. She smiles at me and climbs to the middle.

“I love you all, even if you both are old and dorky,” Betty says and both I and Amelia look at her and smile.

“We love you too Betty,” Amelia says and strokes Betty’s hair with one hand while holding Leo with the other. I smile and kisses Betty’s head. She looks at me and smiles and I smile back and hug her. I look up and see Leo having his head on Amelia’s chest and Amelia smiling at me and Betty.

“Family hug!” Amelia yells and hugs betty and Leo and I put my arm around Amelia. Leo starts giggling and then we all start laughing.

We lay there for a few more minutes then we, sadly, had to get up to get ready. I and Betty go to the kitchen, while Amelia and Leo get ready. Betty goes and sits around the table and I open the fridge and its almost empty. There is nothing we could eat for breakfast. I close the fridge and I look at betty and it’s like she already knows.

“AGAIN?!” Betty says and I don’t know what to say. This is the third time it’s happened since they moved in. I was supposed to be grocery shopping yesterday but I forgot. AGAIN. I open the fridge again trying to think of something we could eat and once again I come to no conclusion. Closing the fridge again, Amelia walks in fully dressed with a fully dressed Leo in her arms. Amelia looks at Betty and then at me and then at Betty again.

“What’s going on? What did I miss?” she asks and I look at Betty shaking my head but she only ignored me, looking at Amelia.

“Owen forgot grocery shopping again,” She says and Amelia turns to face me and I just shake my shoulder and put my sorry face on. Amelia shakes her head and puts Leo in his high chair and opens the fridge to look for herself. We all are quiet and the only sound is coming from Leo who is talking to himself, in baby language. Amelia closes the fridge, ignoring me, and starts opening cabinets looking for something. She suddenly stops and looks at me.

“Ok look, I've got an idea!!” She says. I and Betty shake our heads.

“Oh please, no. Last time our kitchen ended up on fire.” I say and Amelia gives me a death glare.

“Like you have a better idea, Owen,” She says and takes out some stuff from the cabinet and some milk and butter from the fridge.

“Fine, but you’re not doing this alone,” I say and see her roll her eyes thinking I wouldn’t see that. “So what are we making?” I ask Amelia.

“Pancakes” She answers and I nod my head and toghether we both make pancakes. I didn’t let her bake thems since she would only burn them or worse burn the house down.

Later that night when I come home from work, with groceries, the house is dark and quiet. I put the groceries where they belong. I go back to mine and Amlias room and I see that she’s still up, on her phone.

“Hey!” She says and smiles.

“Hey,” I say and changes to my pajamas in front of her. It was normal for us to do that but tonight felt different. I go to bed and lie down on my back.

“Hard day?” She asks and I nod. I lost two out of three patients today. I turn to my side and watch Amelia looking at me.

“You’re staring,” I say and she smiles and blushes a little.

“You are too,” She says and I smile and take one of her hands in mine.

“How was your day?” I ask.

“It was good. I think I really might like someone”

“OOh... Who? Do I know him?” I ask curiously. We never talked about dating other people. I’m not jealous I’m just curious and also I need to make sure she doesn’t get heartbroken.

“You might know him. He has blue eyes and a lot of muscles and he has this amazing ginger hair and best of all, he’s very hot, especially while changing. He is also a very good dad, who sometimes forgets to buy groceries,” She says smiling at me. I play with her hand, not knowing what to say.

“Why? Why now?” I ask and she knows what I’m talking about. I don’t look at her I only look at her small hand in mine.

“Because I love you, Owen. This family that we have is real. You and me we could work.” She says and I look up and into her eyes.

“Why did you change your mind?”

“I don’t know.” She says and I take a deep breath. I don’t want to be together with her if she doesn’t even know why.

“Well maybe you should figure that out first,” I tell her and she just looks at me then slowly turns to her other side, facing the wall. “Goodnight,” I tell her and carefully put a kiss on her head, like every night. I turned my back too so my back was against hers. I have always wanted to be with her since the day I met her but now? I still wanna be with her but only if she is 100% in this. Because if something would have to happen I wouldn’t want her to regret her decision.

Amelia’s pov

I couldn’t fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Owen said. I try to figure out why I wanna do this but I have nothing good to say. How do I tell him I realized that he is the only man I want to be with forever? It does not sound like me. I decide on telling him that. He is the love of my life and fostering Betty and Leo made me realize that he is the man I want to have children with. Raise children with. Have by my side through everything. The good and the bad. Because he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

After I decide on telling him that. I close my eyes to try and fall asleep but I can’t. For some reason, the bed feels uncomfortable. I take a fast look at Owens’s sleeping form next to me and I slowly and quietly leave the bed to go to sleep on the couch. I walk to the living room and take the blanket on the edge of the couch and put it on top of me and my arm under my head. I close my eyes, trying to sleep, and when I almost fell asleep owen woke me up. I opened my eyes and he kneels in front of me and looks me in the eyes.

“I’m sorry,” He says before continuing, “Just come back to the bed, please,” He says and tilts his head a little.

“I- It is more comfortable here on the couch,” I tell him in all honestly.

“Are you sure? The couch can be very uncomfortable after a while. Trust me I know” He says and I sit up, sitting crosslegged. I cup his face in my hands.

“I can’t sleep knowing that you don’t know that I love you with every inch of me. I realized that raising betty and Leo with you made me wonder about our kids. I want to have kids with you Owen. I want to raise our kids with you and it didn’t come randomly to me. I knew I wanted that before and yes I got scared and ran away but this time I’m not gonna do that. I’m gonna stay. And I want you with me through everything. Good and bad. In sickness and in health. Like we promised each other on our wedding day. I made a mistake leaving you and I know that now. I want you, Owen. I want only you. You are the love of my life.” I say while looking into his eyes. I feel a tear and I wipe it away fast because I don’t wanna cry. He doesn’t say anything, he’s just looking at me. I try to read his face but I can’t.

As I remove my hands from his face, he grabs my arms and kisses me. Its a simple kiss but it was filled with so much love. I put my arms around his neck and he wraps his hands around my waist and as we pull away to take a breath our foreheads meet and we look at each other in the eyes. I smile and hug him tightly. He hugs me back as tight. I take a deep breath, taking in his scent and I kiss his cheek and then he stands up slowly while hugging me and carries me. I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts walking back to our room. He puts me down carefully and then lies next to me and wraps his arms around me and kisses my head multiple times.

We don’t say anything, but we don’t need to. We both know what we want and what we want is this. The relationship. The kids. The family. Everything. We both fall asleep after a while, in each other’s arms.

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thehotchners · 4 years ago

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No matter what

A/N: Amelia has a miscarriage and Owen is there for her

Owen walked in the attending's lounge. He heard crying from the bathroom as he entered but he knew who this crying belong to. His girlfriend . Owen opened the door and found her on the floor her legs to her chest sobbing uncontrollably

He run in and sat down next to her "Amelia what's wrong what hurts ?" he asked worried. she just kept crying so he just pulled her in his arms and tried to soothe her down "Amelia whatever is it it's gonna be okay,we are going to fix it"he said softly. "take a deep breath"he said softly in her ear and she did as told trying to calm down. "What's going on he asked?"

"I didn't know"she said "You didn't know what?"he asked as he held her against his chest. They weren't married yet but due to all the unprotected sex the had over the times she got pregnant "that I was pregnant"she said softly "I'm sorry I had a miscarriage"she said looking in his eyes "babe"he said softly "it's not your fault,this things just happen or they are meant to happen"he said "it's no ones fault and certainly not yours"he said softly. "So you are not mad?"she asked "no why would I be?"he asked

"I don't know I just-"she said but he interrupted her wiping her tears "babe"he said softly holding her in his arms "it happened,this happens,maybe we are not ready yet for a baby"he said looking at her "but I want one with you"he said "I do too"she smiled softly still with tears eyes. He just held her as her cramps were dying down "Does it hurt?"he asked as she held her "a little bit"she said laying against him. He rubbed her arm up and down softly and slowly calming her down.

Meredith knocked softly on the door and walked in "I brought her some clear scrubs"she said "thank you"Amelia said softly as she looked at her. Meredith gave her a small smile "call me if you need anything"Meredith said and left the couple alone. "Let's help you get ready for shower"Owen said.

After their shower and after helping her changed into her clothes he suggested to take her home to which she agreed with.

They were at his trailer and she changed in one of his sweatpants and shirts sitting on bed with the covers covering up to her neck. Owen sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms "it's okay let it out" he said and she began crying again. He kissed her forehead occasionally "it's not fair"she said "I know I know"he said. "Your baby boy is taking care of our little one now"he whispered to her. She smiled softly through her tears " yeah he is. Did I tell you that I named my baby boy Christopher?"she asked "you did?Its a pretty name"he said smiling at her. She smiled softly "I did"she said cuddling to him "can we pick a name for our baby?"she asked "We can babe"he said. "Alright you think for a girl and I will think for a boy"she said softly "alright. For girl..hmm how about Ella?"he asked "I love it"she smiled "and now for a boy what do you think about Liam"he asked "beautiful name"he said smiling at her

Amelia had fallen asleep after the comforted each about the baby loss and he just held her,caressing her back from time to time. He loved her and now he was sure of that. Being with someone while experiencing something bad makes your relationship stronger. Owen fall asleep a while later holding her tight and close to her not wanting to let go of her.

Next morning amelia was awake looking at her sleeping boyfriend and placed a kiss on his cheek to wake him "wake upppp"she mumbled softly against his chest. He laughed softly "I'm up I'm up" he mumbled "good morning"he said kissing her softly "good morning"she smiled softly "there's the smile that I love"he said. She just cover her face in his chest "stop" she smiled softly "I need you to know that I'm gonna be here for you no matter what"he said "no matter what"she said looking at his eyes

#caterina scorsone #greys anatomy #kevin mckidd #omelia #omeliafanfic #owen and amelia oneshot

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omeliaendgame · 4 years ago

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Dinner Time

Hey Omelia-Fans :-) I had an idea of a new Oneshot last night and because I got a request for another sickfic, I simply mixed the storylines ;-) I hope you´ll like it!

@ameliashepherdwannabe

„Ready to go? We have to be at the restaurant soon.“, Meredith asked. Amelia, Owen and Maggie nodded and made their way to the car. For this evening Tom had organized a dinner for all Chief Surgeons, so they had to leave their work to the attendings and interns. But fortunately it has been a calm day at Grey-Sloan and they could leave the hospital in time. „You´re driving too fast, Mer!“, Maggie complained. Meredith rolled her eyes but slowed down a little. „You´re too fussy at times.“, she told Maggie. „Hey, the light is read!“, Maggie exclaimed. Meredith put her foot on the brake and the car stopped abruptly. „See, you were driving too fast!“, Maggie said. „No, I didn´t see the light because of you.“, Meredith replied, as it turned green again. „I just hope you are not driving like this with your kids in here.“, Maggie said. „I´m just hungry!“, Meredith told her. „Me too, could you drive a little faster?“, Owen joked. „We´re gonna have an accident. And not because I´m driving too fast, but because you all are distracting me!“, Meredith laughed. „No time for an accident. My phone says, we´re here.“, Maggie announced.

When they stepped into the restaurant, the other doctor´s were already there. „We´re not too late.“, Meredith defended herself when she saw them all glancing at her. „We didn´t say something.“, Teddy laughed, „We´re happy you´re here!“ They sat down and the waiter brought them the menu. Only 2 minutes later, everyone had chosen his dinner. „Soo, it´s very cool that we have finally managed to have this dinner together!“, Tom said. „Yeah!“, Jackson answered. „Two days without work.“, he smiled and leaned back. „Ugh, I have to work tomorrow.“, Maggie complained jokingly. „And I have my free day tomorrow, but I´m gonna go to work anyway, because I can tell you that my intern will screw up tonight.“, Owen said. „Oh.“, Teddy said, „I have DeLuca, he´s great.“ „I have Wilson“, Meredith triumphed. „Wait, are we playing ,Who has the best replacement´? Because I´m not gonna participate, I have Schmitt.“, Link uttered.

While the other´s continued talking about the interns, Amelia tried to focus on staying awake. She hadn´t felt that good for the whole day and now she didn´t know how to last the evening. But before she closed her eyes, the waiter came and brought the food. „Your meal looks great!“, Owen said and Amelia smiled a little. „Hey, are you okay?“, he asked quietly, noticing her pale face. „I´m just not feeling well, but it´s fine.“, she answered. Owen knitted his brows compassionately. „Oh. Are you sure? Tell me if you want to go home.“, he said and Amelia nodded gratefully. She began to eat, but although her food was very tasty she couldn´t enjoy it, because every bite made her feel sick to the stomach. After she hardly finished her meal as the last of all, Jackson asked: „Who wants a dessert?“ „I don´t.“, Meredith, Tom and Teddy answered and also Amelia shook her head. Actually she really wanted to go home, but Owen and the others had so much fun and she didn´t want to ruin it. However, the nausea which had hit her earlier, just got worse, so she rested her head on her hands. She heard the others laugh about something, and before she could ask what the joke was, she felt the urge to throw up. „I have to go to the bathroom.“, she informed Owen quickly and stood up. When she opened the bathroom door, she immediately rushed to the toilet and emptied her stomach. Then she leaned against the wall, knowing that another wave of nausea would hit her soon.

She didn´t know how much time had passed when she heard someone knocking at the door. „Amelia? Are you in there?“, Meredith said. Amelia raised her arm to open the door. Meredith took a step and sat down next to her. „Bad food, huh?“, she asked. Amelia shook her head. „I don´t think so. I wasn´t feeling great already before the dinner.“ Meredith looked at her sympathetically. „Do you want me to get you some water?“ Amelia shook her head again. „I think I´m okay now. I just want to go gome.“, she muttered. „Okay, let´s go.“, Meredith replied and helped Amelia to get up. They went back to their table, where Owen already expected them. When he saw Amelia, he knew right away why she had taken so long. „We´re going home.“, Meredith told him and Maggie. They nodded and Owen went to Amelia and stroked her back slightly. Then he put his hand on her forehead for a moment, noticing that she had a fever. So he grabbed Amelia´s jacket and put it around her, while Meredith and Maggie said goodbye to the others. After that they all left the restaurant and went to Meredith´s car.

It was almost 11pm when Meredith dropped Owen and Amelia off at their house. Owen opened the door and took off his jacket and shoes while Amelia sat down. He put his hand on her shoulder and said: „Let´s go to bed.“ Amelia nodded a little but suddenly covered her mouth. Owen followed her to the bathroom and knelt down behind her, when she began to throw up again. He gently rubbed her back until she finished vomiting. „And I thought my stomach was already empty.“, Amelia groaned after a while. „Do you think you´ll be sick again?“, Owen asked caringly. Amelia shook her head. „You should drink something.“, Owen said and handed her a glass of water. She took a sip and leaned against Owen´s chest exhausted. „Are you feeling better?“, he asked after some minutes. „Yeah.“, Amelia answered and stood up slowly. She went to the bedroom with Owen, who brought her also some medicine against the nausea and the fever. „Thank you.“, she said while she was taking the pills. Then she laid down and closed her eyes. „Could you give me the red blanket?“, she asked half asleep. „Of course.“, Owen answered, took the blanket and spread it over her body. „Good night.“

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latetothegreysparty · 6 years ago

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One-Liners #17

So sorry it’s taken me forever and a day to get this one written. Life got a bit wild for a few weeks. Here is the next fic in the One-Liners series. It is a sequel to #16, so if you haven’t read that one, I’d recommend reading it first. It can be found here. This one is from the NSFW prompts, so if you don’t prefer that sort of fic, this isn’t something you’ll like. Thanks to @valentinemrl for the prompt for this one. The one-liner is the following: “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.”

One-Liners #17

The crisp night air was a welcome change for Owen after having spent all day and the better part of the evening inside the hospital. Even better than the feeling of fresh air on his face was the warmth of the body that was pressed tightly to his side. He would never get over just how well Amelia seemed to fit under his arm. As his thoughts strayed down that path, he couldn’t help but smirk at the thought that her ass also seemed to fit perfectly in his palm. He had no idea why she was still allowing him to rest his hand there in the shameless display of possessiveness that he’d initiated purely to piss off Swanson. Who was he to argue, though? At this point, he decided to go for broke. He might get castrated for this, but he felt like gambling tonight. He gave her ass a playful squeeze, and to his surprise, her only response was a little squeal and a giggle. “Owen!” she chided, but her continued giggles told him she wasn’t the least bit upset.

“Sorry,” he offered, though his grin gave away the insincerity behind his apology, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You are such a man,” she continued to goad.

“You would know better than anyone,” he shot back, coming to a stop as they arrived at his truck. He eyed the vehicle for a moment before dropping his arm from around her waist and turning to face her. “Wanna head back to my place?”

She smiled and blushed ever so slightly, and he knew immediately that hurricane Amelia was about to make her presence known. “Actually, I was thinking we could try something…”

“And what would that be?” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as he spoke.

“Have you ever had sex in a car before?”

Though he tried, Owen was pretty certain he didn’t succeed in keeping the apprehension off of his face. “No...are you suggesting we try it?” She continued to smile and blush lightly as she nodded. “In the parking lot?” Another little nod. “Amelia, what if one of our coworkers sees us?!”

“Oh come on, live a little,” she said, a slight whine creeping into her voice. “It’s dark out. Nobody would be able to see into the car. Plus I’m pretty sure everybody we know has already gone home. Well, everyone other than Swanson, and I wouldn’t so much mind if he saw you giving me a toe-curling orgasm.”

Owen knew what she was doing. She was simultaneously trying to stroke his ego and appeal to his jealous side. And, damn it, it was working. But he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of saying so out loud, so instead he merely opened the door and began to climb into the truck. Once he was in the back row of seats, he turned back to look at her. “It only works if both people are in the vehicle, you know?”

Normally a comment like that would’ve earned him an eye roll, but she was so happy he had agreed that she merely smirked and crawled into the truck after him. She plopped gracefully onto the seat next to him, reached immediately for the hem of his shirt, and whipped it over his head. He followed her lead, and pretty soon they were shirtless and making out in the back seat like a couple of horny teenagers. All in all, he’d call this a success.

Well, until she tried to remove his pants, that is. She reached down, gave his package a gentle squeeze, tossed a wink his way, popped the button, and undid his fly. He groaned when she reached into his pants and stroked his erection through his boxers. “Mmm, somebody’s ready to go,” she teased before tugging his pants down his hips. Everything was going fine until they made an attempt to completely remove his pants. It turns out that the logistics of taking one’s pants off become a bit more complicated when one is sitting in the back of a vehicle that doesn’t have much leg room. “How about I sit on the ground and you swing your legs up onto the seat?” she suggested. He nodded and pretty soon she was crouched on the floor while he shimmied out of his pants.

“Now what about yours?” he asked while she climbed back up onto the seat next to him.

“Here, let me try,” she said, already unbuttoning her pants and beginning to squirm around in an attempt to remove her pants. After quite a bit of flailing, she managed to get her pants off without having to ask Owen to crouch on the floor of the truck. “Some of us just have more skill,” she teased as she tossed her pants toward the front seat.

“Yeah, sure, if by ‘skill’ you mean legs that are 6 inches shorter than mine,” he sulked.

She rolled her eyes. “Do you want to take off your boxers, or are we just going to sit in the back of your truck in our underwear like a couple of high schoolers?”

His eyes widened. “Oh shit, my boxers,” he cursed. “I probably should’ve tried to take those off when I was taking off my pants.” And thus began another round of Amelia crouching on the floor and Owen flailing in the back seat of the truck.

It wasn’t until he narrowly missed kneeing her in the face that she spoke up again. “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies,” she huffed.

“I’m pretty sure they’re not in an actual car when they film those movies,” he reasoned while finally getting his boxers off and chucking them toward the front to join the clothing already piling up in the passenger seat.

As he came to settle himself back onto the seat, she was already pulling her panties from her right big toe. “I don’t know why you have to make such a big production of it,” she teased before tossing the garment toward the front seat.

“Show off,” he pouted, sticking his tongue out for good measure. Before he could get his tongue back into his mouth, she was covering his lips with hers and climbing on top of him.

“Your turn to show off,” she panted, and that was all the invitation he needed. He shifted her onto the seat and began to position himself on top of her so that he could take control. He once again underestimated the tight quarters they were in, and he somehow managed to whack his butt on the driver’s seat while moving to straddle her. This set off another round of giggles from Amelia.

“Would you stop laughing at my misfortune?” he groused, roughly grabbing her hips as he spoke.

“Make me,” she tossed back saucily.

“With pleasure,” he responded, a small smirk lighting up his face half a second before he slid into her. As promised, he succeeded in putting an end to her sassy comments. As his hips began to rock against hers, all she could think to do was wrap her arms around his shoulders and moan his name into his ear.

His hands strayed from her hips and began to wander everywhere from her face to her breasts to her thighs. He knew exactly which buttons to push, and she found herself breathily panting: “So close,” in a surprisingly short period of time.

“Me too,” he whispered, and it was only another moment before both were shouting, groaning, and collapsing into one another in the back seat. In perhaps his first agile move of the night, Owen managed to roll them so that Amelia was lying face down on top of him across the backseat. They stayed there like that for several more minutes, lounging in the moonlight and listening to each other catch their breath.

Amelia would’ve been happy to stay there all night if she didn’t know in the back of her mind that her neck and back would be extremely sore if she did. Nonetheless, there was no harm in indulging themselves for another few minutes. So she closed her eyes, laid her face back down on his shoulder, and allowed herself to become lost in the moment.

She was so lost in the moment that she didn’t take note of the noises outside the car until she could hear the driver’s side door being opened. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at Owen in a panic. His eyes were wide too, but neither of them had the instinct to move or say anything. She would’ve sworn time stood still as a man climbed into the truck and sat down in the passenger’s seat. Try as she might, she couldn’t get her voice to work. All she could do was stare in horror toward the front of the car.

She continued to stare as the man in the driver’s seat made his cursory glance in the rearview mirror before turning the car on. All three pairs of eyes met in the rear view mirror, and that was when she realized exactly who they were now sharing Owen’s truck with. “Um, sorry, wrong car,” mumbled Swanson as he leapt from the door of the truck. In his haste to exit the vehicle, Swanson had made no effort to use the running board to climb down, so he ended up tumbling to the ground and landing on his hands and knees. He recovered quickly, jumped up, and slammed the door before quickly crossing the parking lot without another word.

Amelia and Owen stared at each other for a full 3 seconds before they both burst out laughing at precisely the same moment. Loud, raucous laughter boomed through the cab of the truck for the next several moments as they both enjoyed the hilarity and the awkwardness of the moment they’d just experienced. When the both began to settle down a bit, Owen finally managed to breathlessly say: “See? I told you car sex was a bad idea.”

In response, he received a light swat to the chest. “Seriously? Are you actually going to try to tell me that you’re upset that Swanson saw us naked and basking in post-orgasmic bliss after that shameless territorial display you put on earlier in the ED?”

Owen at least had the shame to hide his face in her neck for a moment. “Okay, fine, I guess if someone had to see us, I’m not exactly sad it was him.”

“Thank you,” she replied smugly.

“Now that we’ve settled that, can you please promise me that our next time will be in a house like normal people instead of a vehicle that is far too small for this type of thing?”

She smiled. “When you say ‘our next time,’ you better mean ‘in about 30 minutes.’”

Owen said nothing in response. Instead, he reached for the stack of assorted clothing in the passenger seat and began to separate hers out from his. As they fumbled around for the next 10 minutes in the back seat while trying to get their clothes back on, Owen found that any doubt he’d had about whether or not he’d like to try car sex again had evaporated. While fun in theory, actually trying to have sex in an automobile was more annoying than sexy. That being said, he was most certainly not upset about the way his evening had turned out.

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toevenexist · 6 years ago

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Lights Pt. 15

BE SURE TO READ CHAPTER 14, ALSO POSTED TONIGHT.

Here is the next part! part 16 won’t be with you till tomorrow :)

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It wasn’t until the next evening that they saw any real development.

The contractions breached the ten minute mark at about mid day. Before this things remains remarkably steady at contractions every twenty five to twenty minutes for most of the night, to then in the teens the morning, reaching ten minutes at exactly 12.02.

“Are you sure? Ten minutes? Are you sure you didn’t read it wrong last time?”

“No Amelia, if I had done that your last interval would have been noticeably wrong” Owen said, sitting down on the toilet seat beside the bath, where Amelia had been for the past hour.

She nodded, closing her eyes, trying to steady her breathing following the contraction. “Okay, that’s good, that okay, that’s good, ten minutes” she said to herself, soothing her hands over her stomach. She turned her head and rest her chin on her shoulder, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through pouted lips. Owen watched her, biting his bottom lip.

“You’re doing so well Amelia” he told her, gripping his knees, chest aching with love and fear and worry, and appreciation. Amelia nodded gently opening her eyes and smiling tiredly at him. He smiled back, with so much love. “Will you get me something to wear? I’ll get out after my next one” she said softly, an air of calm gripping her.

Owen nodded, “what would you like?”

“Um, a vest top, and maybe some of your sweatpants?”

“Pants? Am I hearing you right?”

“As long as you don’t mind my waters breaking on them, don’t give me any of your favourites”

Owen smirked, “Are you sure you aren’t delirious?”

“Owen I am delirious, but delirious or not I can’t go to the hospital with my ass out” She said, voice husky with exhaustion, but she smiled, eyes glinting.

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The electricity had been back on all day, and the signal was back on the TV. Rain still hammered heavily against the front windows, like the house were sitting in the middle of a road, facing oncoming traffic.

At seven minutes Amelia had opened the window wide, to feel the rain charge against her hot skin, sighing at the relief of it. Owen had dabbed her dry.

They were using the TV as a radio, 70’s folk music rolling out from it, calming the babies. Amelia walked back and forth slowly, throwing her weight from one foot to the other. Owen sat on the couch, pretending to read, pretending not to watch her, being up and by her side each time she stooped over, arms pressed firmly to her stomach, and her back, she wailed breathlessly.

Jilly sat apprehensively on the couch beside Owen, eyes following Amelia’s movement.

Owen watched his wife in awe, watching Amelia power through with so much strength, and so much determination. He felt helpless, but utterly enamoured.

She’d stand still following each contraction and focus on the sensation of the movement of the babies, and the sound of the music, and she’d close her eyes, and sway softly from once side to the other, to calm the three of them, the babies and her.

At six minutes Owen began to join her, hold her and sway with her, and tears strung like beads along a string from both of their eyes.

“Have a sit down Amelia, you’ve been walking about for the past half an hour, drink something?” Owen asked her and she nodded, moving to the couch. She sat down and immediately winced, shaking her head, fidgeting, “I can’t, it feels.. Weird… “ she said, shaking her head again, taking Owens hand and standing up.

Owen looked down at her, then at the couch, leaning and pulling the back cushion off, throwing them on the floor. “Here, kneel on those, facing the couch, rest your arms and head on the couch”

she did, dropping down, parting her legs so that her bump sat in between them, resting her face against the soft velvety cushion of the sofa. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Is that okay?” Owen asked her, as he pushed the coffee table away and lowered down behind her. She groaned, clenching her fists, turning her face into the cushion. “Let it out Amelia, scream, shout, swear, let it out. It’ll feel better” he told her, pushing his thumbs into the small of her back, working them in circles. She let out a loud, pained, wail, crying out a lengthy “fuuuck,” and continued to moan out in short bursts. Owen looked at his watch; five minutes now, they needed to get going. He kept rubbing her back as the contraction continued its torment, but eyed the room, seeing his car keys on the coffee table, checking that neither of them had moved their bags from beside the door.

“Amelia… sweetie… we’re down to five minutes now, okay, so it’s time for us to head to the hospital” he explained, soothing his hands up to her shoulders, kneading there.

She sighed, pushing herself to sit up, feeling the warmth of his chest against her back. She nodded, humming, clenching and then relaxing her hands against her stomach. She looked down at herself, gathering her strength before pushing herself up. Owen’s arms steadied her.

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One contraction later and they were making their way the car, trying to beat the next one, but failing. They both knew they hadn’t been quick enough to beat it, slowing their last few steps towards the car, standing steadily in the rain.

Amelia hid her face in the front of Owen’s rain coat and screamed through the contraction, hands clamped around his forearms. His comforting utterances were only for her, the rain created a bubble of sound proofing.

The contraction lasted sixty excruciating seconds, and the storm continued to stir the clouds above them, its loud rumbles startling the babies, causing them to stretch and dance. Amelia loosening grip indicated to Owen that the contraction had ended, and her gaze up at him, cheeks coated in tears or rain. “Ready?” he asked her, and she nodded, somehow managing a wide, and beautiful, smile.

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The journey was uneventful, the roads were empty because of the storm, and Owen was careful.

Amelia was grateful to be stepping from the car out into the car park of the hospital ER. Relieved to be standing up again, though she was urged into a wheelchair the moment she stepped into the building.

She sank low in the chair, resting her head against its back. She endeavoured to ride out a contraction from the chair. She twisted, reaching for one of Owen hands,

“Owen, I, help me…” she manage to get out, thankfully he understood, pulling her up and holding her against him, rocking with her, rubbing her back.

She hummed through the contraction, taking a sharp intake of breath every so often, “Breathe, breathe Amelia” Owen said, pulling her hair back, she looked up at him, mid contraction, a grimace twisting her features. “Breathe” he told her again, and she nodded frantically, nestling her head under his chin, steadying her breathing. Though with every breath she released a pained whine.

Owen screwed his eyes closed and bit his lip hard. Continuing to sway with her. “Its okay” he uttered, wanting to cry with her. “Its okay.” Amelia nodded gently against him, becoming quiet.

Alex interrupted the calm, greeting them, “hi, hey, so this is it?” he asked them, with a level and calm tone.

Owen smiled, “It is, Amelia’s feeling better standing during contractions right now so...”

“That’s okay, so you’re at five minute intervals?” Alex asked Amelia, taking one of her hands and walking with her down the hall. She nodded, “yeah, they’re coming on pretty strong” She said, holding onto Alex’s hand tightly, glancing back at Owen, who was pushing the wheelchair behind them.

“We’ll head up to OB okay, you sit if you need to” he said, leading them both into the elevator.

I’m going to be helping with everything, you’re main OB is in surgery, So I’ll be getting you all settled, and she’ll be with us as soon as she’s finished”.

“But you’ll be with us the whole time? When the babies get here? I want you with them” Amelia said, sounding slightly panicked. Owen moved around the wheelchair and stood close behind her. Alex nodded, “Amelia, I will be here every step of the way, heck I’ll come home and stay with them till they go to college” he said, grinning.

Amelia laughed, nodding, relieved. Another contraction took her by surprise and she cried out taking both of Owens hands in hers and leaning into him. She felt Alex’s hand’s on her stomach, pressing slightly, examining it. She ignored it, focusing on her breathing, listening to Owen’s voice.

The elevator stopped and they sat her down on the wheelchair, midway through the contraction, moving out of the elevator. Amelia gripped her arms of the chair and groaned loudly. She found herself in a room when she came back to awareness, Alex helped her up and Owen moved in behind her, walking with her to the bed. Amelia shook her head, “I don’t want to lie down” she told them.

A nurse came in pushing some monitors, stacked on top of one another, mounted on a rod with wheels.

“Amelia I need you to lie down just for me to examine you, and to get a cannula put in, and to attach the monitors, to check the heart rates of the babies, and a monitor for your contractions, once that’s all done, you should be free to move around” Alex explained.

Amelia eyed the monitors, then the nurse, and nodded, uttering “okay” holding Owen’s hand tighter. His other hand was pressed against the small of her back, guiding her towards the bed.

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“Would you like the nurse to check your dilation?” Alex asked her once she was lying on the bed, resting under a sheet, having taken off her lower half of clothing. Amelia shook her head, “no it’s okay, I’d rather you, you’re more likely to know if something is wrong” Amelia confessed her thoughts, resting her head back looking up to the ceiling. She placed her feet together and dropped her knees to the side under the blanket.

“Wait… wait for the contraction to…” but the contraction interrupted her. She reached blindly for Owens hand and squeezed it, as she moaned. She turned her head and dug her chin into her shoulder, groaning through it, gritting her teeth.

“Could you go and grab the sonogram machine please, there’s one in the next room” Alex asked the nurse with a kind smile and a nod, before moving to Amelia’s side, just as the contraction past. “Okay?”

Amelia sighed, throwing one arm over her face, “yeah.”

Amelia kept her eyes covered for the examination, grimacing at the discomfort of it. It was over in no time and Alex snapped off his gloves.

“Well you’re about three and a half centimetres, so you’re into active labour now, but it still may be some time, and your waters haven’t broken just yet, but I’m thinking they’ll go soon. You’ve had a show?” he asked, nodding, already knowing the answer.

Amelia nodded ‘yes’. The nurse entered again then, pushing the sonogram machine with her. She kindly explained to Amelia what she was doing, all the while preparing her for the sonogram, and for the attachment of the monitors. She did it all speedily, in time for the monitors to be able to detail the heart rates of the babies and the contracting activity at her next contraction.

Alex and the nurse both stood by and observed them all with keen and trained eyes. And to Amelia’s relief she found them both smiling once the contraction faded.

“Everything is looking great Amelia, you’re doing really well, the babies are calm and responding well to all the drama, so we have no cause for concern, just keep going, I’ll be back in a a little while, and I’ll be back if I’m needed” Alex told the pair, speaking with a calculated, and well practiced, calm that never failed. Amelia smiled, nodding, “Can I get up?” she asked him, eyes wide and hopeful.

“You can, but no stairs, or marathons, okay?” he said, grinning wider.

She chuckled, replying “I can make no promises” as Owen helped her to sit up.

“Just wait until after those babies are out.” Alex said, chuckling as he left the room. He ducked his head back in a second later, “Gas and air?” he asked Amelia, knowing that she wouldn’t want anything more.

“Please” she said, Alex nodded to the nurse. Amelia turned to hang her legs over the side of the bed, the bed sheet spiraling around her nude lower half. Owen helped her slip the sweats back on and she stood up, holding Owens hands, resting her forehead against his chest.

The nurse wheeled over the gas and air and handed the mouth piece to Owen, not wanting to disturb Amelia, who was composing herself, eyes closed, against his chest, preparing for the next contraction. In moments, they were alone again.

“How are you feeling?” Owen thought to ask. Amelia looked up, meeting his gaze. She inhaled through her nose and smiled softly, “I’m tired, but I’m… excited… to see them” she said, clasping her hands at the back of his neck. Owen grinned, nodding, kissing her forehead, then the top of her head once she relaxed against him again.

She let out a guttural groan and gripped Owens shoulders, bending over slightly. Owen rubbed the top of her back and stooped with her, putting the mouthpiece of the gas and air to her lips. She opened her mouth and took it, taking it in one of her hands, breathing in deeply, and releasing a loud cry. Owen held her other hand tightly, and held on to her, keeping her up.

Slowly, as the contraction forged its path, Amelia turned side on to Owen, and leaned in to him. “I need to lie down, I need to lie down” she mumbled quickly, closing her eyes and fumbling helplessly to get back to the bed.

“Okay, it’s okay, calm Amelia” Owen said, pulling the monitors towards her before she disconnected from them. She leaned on the bed, with one hand denting the mattress, the other hand held the gas and air to her mouth.

Owen stood behind her and soothed his hands along her back, and around her sides, resting them between the thick elastic straps that held the foetal heart monitors in place.

He felt her soften as the contraction melted away. Amelia gasped in relief, and dropped both hands onto the bed. “I need to lie down” she said, though she felt conflicted at the idea. Owen nodded frantically and took one of her hands, standing her up and turning her around so she could sit, and then lie down.

She lay on her side, facing the rain splattered windows. “Will you… turn the lights off and lie with me. I know I probably won’t be able to but, I want to sleep” She said, with a faint voice. Owen sped to turn the lights off, and then kicked off his shoes, moving the monitors and climbing in behind her. She reached for his hand and pulled it around her, holding it firm, kissing it, closing her eyes.

“The babies seem oblivious” Amelia spoke softly, as if the babies were already here, and were sleeping beside them.

“How so?” Owen asked her, she moved their hands to her bump in reply, revealing their strong, slow, turnings. “I don’t think they know what happening just yet” Amelia continued, eyes still shut. Owen smiled serenely and closed his eyes too, basking in the feeling.

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jordan202 · 7 years ago

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My Boys: Beyond the Horizon - Chapter 11

thanks @jia911 for your much appreciated help!

Previous chapters are HERE on the master post

So, this chapter is focused entirely around 2 characters. It was originally a part of chapter 10, but it would make the chapter too long and exhausting, so I decided to make this a chapter of its own. I think this conversation was long overdue and maybe some answers will come out of it :) Enjoy it, guys! thanks for the support!

My Boys: Beyond the Horizon - Chapter 11

Emily took a deep breath before finally knocking on the large wooden door.

The journalist had promised Lucas that at least once, she would meet him to discuss the documents she’d prepared the previous week. The day to keep her word had come. He’d had a few days to look through everything and even though Emily knew he had a busy schedule with practices and sponsor meetings, she knew she’d given him enough time to be at least familiarized with everything.

“Hi,” Lucas opened the door making way for her to come inside. It was a little past seven on a weeknight and he was pretty exhausted from training all day, but her presence made him feel instantly energized. “I am glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure I’d finish work on time,” Emily replied with a shy smile, quietly following him to the living room. Now that she had been working in the sports newsroom for a while, her editor was giving her increasingly harder and more extensive assignments. Emily could only suppose that meant he was satisfied with her work.

“I am to take that things at the office are progressing well, then?” Lucas grinned, trying to keep a light atmosphere.

“There this is annoying local jock who is making his debut game on Saturday so my people have been busy with the coverage,” Emily pestered him, hearing a delighted laugh in return. “Other than that, it’s going well,” she added to finally answer his question.

“I am glad things are working out for you here in Seattle,” Lucas affirmed with honesty.

“I am too,” Emily shrugged discreetly. She had finally gotten a hold of her sister the day before and now, more than ever, it seemed like they could finally sell the house. That would finalize things for Emily in her hometown, at last allowing the journalist to fly back to New York and hopefully resume her job there. “It’s just a temporary position, though, so I am not keeping my hopes up.”

“Right,” Lucas agreed with a head nod. He already knew that Emily didn’t plan to stick around for long and yet, every time he heard her say it, it hurt to think he was probably never going to see her again.

That was especially hard to convey when she stood in the middle of his apartment looking more fragile and vulnerable than he’d ever seen her. Lucas knew Emily was strong and driven. He’d witnessed first hand just how determined and hardworking she could be. But now, even though she obviously had her act together, Lucas could distinguish on her façade just how emotionally exhausted she should be after the intense events that had taken place in her life.

“So, I read your files,” Lucas started, pointing to the glass table where he’d stacked all the documents she’d brought days before. “To be honest, I mostly listened,” he corrected himself with a smile, pointing to a silver computer right in the middle of the paperwork. The fact Emily had cared enough to make an audio file just so he could have a better chance of understanding the proposals had really touched him. “But before we get to business, I was thinking maybe we could get something to eat?” he raised an eyebrow, not sure she’d accept his idea. “How about a pizza?”

Emily seemed to think about it for a moment before finally deciding.

“Okay,” she smiled, seeing how he’d approved of her choice.

“You can choose the topping,” Lucas teased her, already with the phone in hand. “Otherwise you’re just going to complain about whichever one I pick.”

“No, I won’t,” Emily scowled in protest.

“Can I choose whatever I want then?” Lucas raised an eyebrow as if testing her.

Emily looked from his eyes to the phone in his hands as she pondered, finally turning her face up again.

“Give that to me,” the journalist grabbed the phone from his hand, looking over the many options. Not giving him the satisfaction to acknowledge he was right, Emily settled for a choice she knew they’d both like and immediately after suggested they got to business already.

For the following minutes, Emily patiently went over each business proposal she had suggested for him. The girl was especially clear on the fact that Lucas didn’t have to decide anything at that very moment, since those were decisions that would affect him on the long run and therefore had to be carefully thought. Over the last five years, she had followed up Lucas’ career from a distance, every now and then hearing on the TV how successful he had become. But even though she knew beforehand he was an accomplished athlete, never had she imagined that he would have so many resources at his disposal at such a young age.

After weeks covering sports, Emily had learned that majority of star athletes’ incomes came from sponsors and with Lucas it was no different. After analyzing his professional contracts and studying his bank accounts, she’d learned that a big chunk of his earnings came from a leading sports manufacturer and a worldwide famous apparel company that had Lucas stamping quite a few of their campaigns.

Emily knew she hadn’t really talked about the revelation she’d made last time they were together and honestly, the girl had no idea if that was a good or bad thing. She supposed it was probably for the best. They had no business having an opinion on each other’s personal lives anymore and even if that sounded a bit harsh, it was just easier that way.

During the time she was sitting next to him carefully going through every detail of what he needed to know before investing his money, Lucas tried to ignore how adorably cute Emily looked with her elegant reading glasses. Her hair was tied up on a loose bun and since the journalist had gone there straight from work, she was still wearing her office clothes.

Lucas wondered how she was able to still look so sophisticated and charming after a full day. He couldn’t help leaning in a bit closer when she started to explain the differences between short and long term outcomes for buying stock market actions, unconsciously attracted by the familiar scent of her hair.

Had her neck always been this slim and feminine? Lucas was so distracted by his own thoughts that he didn’t hear a word of what she was saying. The way her auburn locks were held high on her head exposed the back of her neck entirely to him and Lucas wondered if her skin was still just as soft and delicate as…

“Are you listening to me?” Emily interrupted his thoughts just as they were about to get dangerously inviting. She saw the answer on his face and explained, “I asked if you’re tired. It’s okay to take a break if this is too much at once,” she added after seeing the look of confusion on his face.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucas agreed instantly, suddenly being brought to reality by her unexpected interruption. He straightened his back to stretch his muscles, feeling them familiarly sore after a full day of practice.

“Are you fed up with all this talk yet?” Emily asked with a sympathetic nod. She could go on for hours on the subject, but she knew Lucas felt differently about it. Over the years, Emily had come to learn that very few people found discussing financial plans as fascinating as she did.

“Oh, no, I love the stock market,” Lucas playfully replied, knowing it was obvious he was lying.

“I am sure you do,” Emily replied, contaminated by his good mood. She was glad that some of the previous awkwardness of their encounter had dissipated and now they could act spontaneously around each other again. For a moment, it felt like she was back in time.

“Nothing is a bigger turn on than hearing the words Nasdaq and NYSE in the same sentence,” Lucas teased while keeping a straight face, which only prompted her to laugh.

Emily was about to reply when the doorbell rang. Lucas went to get the pizza, instructing her where to go around in the kitchen to get them glasses and plates.

“Do you like red wine?” the boy chose a bottle from the small cellar he had by one corner of the fireplace.

“I don’t really drink,” Emily said with sincerity. Her father had been a heavy drinker and his condition had pretty much ruined her family, invariably giving the girl a certain aversion for anything alcoholic.

“Do you want to try a sip of this, though?” Lucas raised the bottle and brought it to the kitchen, placing the pizza and the wine on the isle between them. “This one was a gift from my godmother,” he smiled fondly as he thought about Addison. “She’s always had great taste for drinks.”

“Okay, but just one sip,” Emily agreed with a shy smile watching as he skillfully maneuvered a corkscrew. “How is she, by the way?” the journalist asked, accepting the sample Lucas was now offering in a glass. She’d met Lucas’ godmother briefly only once, but Emily had already heard a great deal about her. Lucas had always had a special connection with her and from what little Emily had gathered, the feeling was mutual.

“I tried to get her here for Saturday but sadly for me, she is just too successful in her business and can’t make it,” Lucas explained with a sigh of conformation. If it were up to him, he would have everyone there on Saturday. There was nothing more enjoyable to him than having his entire family together. The more, the merrier.

“Are Danny and Robbie coming?” Emily asked before she carefully took a bite of her slice, watching as Lucas did the same. She knew his younger brothers were far away at a Military Academy but their presence would probably mean the world to him.

“Yeah, they’re coming,” Lucas replied with a big smile, touched that she had asked.

“So…” Emily bit her lower lip after taking a quick look around. “I know I said this before but you really have a nice place. It’s very…” she pondered a bit, looking for the best word to describe it. “I don’t know, it just has a homey kind of feeling to it.”

“I know what you mean,” Lucas replied with a smile. “It’s what I intended when I set up the place, I guess… To be honest, I am just happy I haven’t burned it to the ground yet,” he added, making her laugh.

“I was just about to say that you living on your own is by itself a big accomplishment,” Emily mocked him.

“I had to learn the hard way that dish soap and dish water detergent are two completely separate things, but I am managing,” Lucas made fun of himself and his awful housework skills. “One giant wave of suds flooding the kitchen was enough to make me learn.”

“I guess one is one too many,” Emily laughed, having fun just imagining the scene.

Lucas couldn’t think of a response to say because he was too busy admiring the soft lines on her face as she clearly had a good time. He tried not to think about how easily the conversation seemed to flow when they were together and just how happy he always felt whenever he made her smile. But none of that mattered now because Emily’s smiles didn’t belong to him anymore. Instead, they were promised to some other guy, the one who would probably be rewarded with the delicious sound of her laughter every night for the rest of their lives.

Emily noticed how the expression on his face subtly changed from friendly and warm to sullen and somewhat distant. Before she could think about it, he opened his mouth to talk.

“Does he make you laugh like that?”

Lucas’ low, broken voice silenced the remainder of her chuckles, causing the girl to immediately straighten herself on the stool she sat on. This time, Emily could tell Lucas wasn’t telling a joke or making a playful remark. She knew exactly whom he was talking about. The existence of her fiancé, although not discussed, was obviously the source of the tension lingering between them throughout the evening.

Emily thought about ways to dodge the question. But this was one of the rare occasions when her brilliant thinking mind fail her, completely obliterated by her feelings.

“He doesn’t make me cry.”

Lucas understood the meaning of the message in between the lines. The raw honesty of her confession broke his heart because he knew he’d been the one to cause those tears once, therefore earning the comparison. And to his own dismay, the boy wondered if he’d been the one to ultimately make Emily believe that the content of her answer alone was good enough.

“Point taken…” Lucas returned his glass to the kitchen isle, suddenly not inclined to drink anymore. He watched as Emily sat in silence, looking just as confused as he was but now that the long ago buried subject had been touched, Lucas thought it was best to quit pretending it didn’t exist. “You know…” he hesitated before finally looking into her eyes, watching as Emily sustained his gaze, “When I was seventeen, I really thought I was going to marry you someday.”

Lucas noticed the confusion on her face and wondered if her speechless reaction was due to discomfort to be talking about their past, or if his revelation had indeed touched her like it seemed.

“We were just kids back then, Luke…” Emily took a deep breath, making a big effort to keep her emotions in check. “There is no point beating ourselves up about what happened. It’s in the past,” Emily added, trying to convince herself just as much.

Lucas heard her words and registered them but he knew by the shaken up expression on her face that she was more affected than she wanted to show.

There were so many things he wanted to ask her… So many things he needed to apologize for. And she was leaving town soon. He might never get the chance to do it again… so even though his mind was telling him to simply let go and leave the past in the past, his heart desperately needed some answers to maybe finally start to heal.

“Why did you leave that day?”

Emily was taken aback by the straightforward question and everything it entailed. Her reaction became instantly clear on her face. The journalist was having a hard time dealing with the fact that he’d actually gone there, that Lucas indeed had dared to touch the subject they had spent the past years so determined to ignore.

“Why didn’t you come after me?” she dodged the question back to him, unable to deal with the heartbreak and the pain she’d felt as a nineteen year old girl who’d had her heart unexpectedly shattered by the love of her life.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas frowned heavily, reminiscing about the events of that day. “You had made it very clear that you didn’t want me to.”

“Really?” Emily spoke in a louder tone and Lucas could tell his answer had bothered her. “You really thought it was better to just leave things like that?”

Her implied accusation made Lucas snap. And in a matter of seconds, he got angrier than he ever would have imagined.

“What?” he asked with outrage. “If I remember it correctly, you were the one who broke things up with me, Spencer. You were the one who thought it was best to quit before even trying, you decided that and-”

“You agreed to it!” Emily interrupted him, belatedly realizing she had shouted the words. Taking a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm down, the girl added, wondering if this discussion really was worth it. “I broke up with you because we had to and you know that.”

“No, I don’t know that,” Lucas turned his back on her and walked around the kitchen, regretting they had started that conversation to begin with.

Emily stayed silent for the next seconds, watching as he seemed unable to relax as well. While Lucas paced nervously, she held onto the marble counter and took a deep breath, incapable of going back to ignoring the many issues they had just begun exploring.

“How can you not know that? How can you even…?” Emily’s voice trailed off. She remembered very well the day they’d found out Lucas had been accepted to the University of Washington. He had been granted a soccer scholarship at the same time she’d gotten accepted at Yale, on the exact opposite end of the country. On that same day, the girl had wisely pointed out that they shouldn’t go to their respective universities with the pressure of maintaining their yet fragile relationship. She wasn’t sure their young love would survive the long distance added to the many new experiences university life had to offer. Back then, Lucas had been reluctant to acknowledge it, but after carefully discussing it with him, Emily felt like she’d finally made him see what she did.

“You broke up with me, okay?” Lucas raised his voice in an accusing manner. “You broke up with me so you have no right to be mad at me for not knowing you wanted me to go after you…!” he turned around again and took large strides in her direction, casting a shadow on her face as he stood inches away from her. “Hell, you don’t get to be mad at me for finding out I was seeing other people, you don’t-”

“You were with two girls!” Emily exploded, interrupting him. “I called you and tried to reach you and just as I arrived expecting to see you, hoping you would be glad to see me, I found you weren’t really missing me that much, were you?” she asked in a lower tone, feeling heavy tears pooling around her eyes. “Don’t I get to be mad about that?”

Emily only realized she had confessed her feelings when her own thoughts were numbed by low sobs.

Lucas heard the distress in her voice but what really messed with him was the unmistakable pain contained in each of her words. He hated to be the one causing them, but at the same time, she couldn’t really have been that much affected by the scene she’d witnessed considering it was Emily who had decided they’d better go separate ways.

“You weren’t there…” he reminded her, hating that he was getting emotional too. “You weren’t there when I got home and told my parents that I left school,” he recalled the events of the day he had desperately tried to obliterate from his life. “You weren’t there through the worst of it… So don’t judge me. You can’t,” he breathed in and out, obviously uncomfortable with the subject. “You of all people can’t.”

Five years before, during his third semester in university, Lucas had been approached by an executive offering him a deal to play for the Los Angeles Galaxy. At the time, the boy had been on the verge of failing two of his classes for the second time. Even though he had made an amazing debut season playing for the university team, Lucas hadn’t had the same success inside the classroom. The hours were long, the topics were exponentially more complex than the content he’d seen in school and it just felt like, no matter how much time he devoted to it, the academic life was simply something he wasn’t cut out to do.

Lucas had never wanted to go to University to get a degree. He’d always wanted to play soccer. The sport was something he loved, something that he was actually good at. Going to University had been the compromise he’d found to please his parents, who he knew worried that he had a degree to guarantee a future career in case playing soccer didn’t work out, all the while keeping up with the sport to hopefully play for a professional team some day.

When an opportunity had presented itself, Lucas hadn’t thought much about it before taking it. He knew that if he’d taken the matter home to discuss with his parents first, he might have been dissuaded to quit school, which was something he needed to do in order to move to Los Angeles. For that reason, he’d only gone back home to talk to his parents after his deal was already signed.

Lucas could still remember the look of shock on his mother’s face as he sat down to tell her and his dad. Amelia hadn’t been able to hide her concern or deny just how betrayed she’d felt to see that her son had taken a huge decision without even discussing with his parents first. Now, at twenty-four, Lucas understood that she had been worried about him securing a future before jumping with both feet in a career that made no guarantees. But at the time, as an impulsive teenage boy, Lucas had judged her unsupportive of his decision, which only broke his heart.

He’d always known that he wouldn’t be as academically successful as his siblings probably would. That alone was already hard enough, but Lucas also knew just how well educated and brilliant both his parents were. And even though he’d grown up being told and showed that he was loved exactly for who he was, it had never been enough to make Lucas feel like he really fit in like his siblings did. He loved his family with all his heart and they were everything to him, but none of them could ever really see things through his eyes. And on that day, years of built up feelings of insecurity had culminated with a big fight with his parents.

Once back to his university dorm, Lucas had acted out the way he knew how – by partying and hooking up with random girls. Unbeknownst to him, his mother had called Emily on the phone just hours after he’d left the house, hoping she would be able to reach out to him and hopefully make him rethink his decision to drop out of college and perhaps even sit down to talk to his parents about it before making such a life altering call on his own.

But much to Emily’s own dismay, nothing had turned out the way she’d planned. On the day before Lucas had fought with his parents, she’d arrived after a long journey of connection flights hoping to surprise him and gently approach the subject she knew he was always very defensive about. Over the past year and a half, they had kept the decision to not be together, but that hadn’t prevent both teenagers from talking to each other at least once a week and sharing everything that was going on in their respective lives.

Expecting to be welcomed by his warm smile and tight hug, Emily had opened the door to his room in college with a big smile on her face, only to lose it after finding him there with other girls instead.

Her reaction had been nothing but purely emotional. Even though Emily had rationally known they had made the right decision by putting their relationship on hold during the time they couldn’t be together, she hadn’t really been prepared to witness what she did that day. Her naïve dreams added to the many hours she and Lucas spent on the phone on a weekly basis catching up about each other’s lives had somehow led her to neglect considering that he was in fact free to be with other girls and enjoy their company should he wish it.

And based on what she’d witnessed that day, it didn’t look like he’d wasted too much time suffering that they were apart.

Emily had been so devastated by the discovery and the horrible way in which she’d made it that her only reaction had been to get out of his college house as fast as possible. Minutes later, Lucas had caught up with her still inside the campus. And after a horrible fight in which they said nothing but horrible things to each other, the girl had finally embarked on a plane to never again see Lucas.

Until that one day a few weeks before in which they’d met at a conference room.

It had been excruciatingly hard and painful, but Emily had moved on with her life. After that fateful day, the girl had gone back to Yale and slowly made a career for herself at the same time she rebuilt familiar walls around her heart. In the meantime, Lucas had gone to Los Angeles to live with his godmother. On his first years, he’d struggled and thought about quitting but the boy had ultimately made his way to finally become a young star on a first division professional soccer team.

And yet, five years later, there they were, finding themselves in the same place where everything had begun.

“Why are we even talking about this?” Emily asked, slowly nodding her head in denial. Her shoulders looked tinier than they were already were as she wrapped her arms around herself, desperate to get rid of that pain those memories were bringing. After many disagreements, she and Lucas had finally found a way to be civil around each other and she desperately didn’t want that to change.

All of her family was gone now and for whatever it was worth, Lucas Hunt probably was the best chain to her past she had as of today. The journalist didn’t want them to keep fighting and hating each other for the rest of their lives.

Lucas remained still, looking into her eyes with the same intensity he had been for the past minutes. When Emily thought he was finally going to drop the subject, he surprised her by saying:

“Because we really hurt each other and we never had the chance to actually explain why we did what we did,” he gently tilted his head to the side, carefully examining her. It was obvious Emily was devastated. At the time, he’d been so blindly angry with her that he’d even considered she didn’t care about him enough to actually sympathize with his feelings. Yet now, years later, he wondered if the shadow he saw in her eyes really was made of guilt and disappointment like it seemed. “I never really got why you left that day,” he exposed, nodding his head as if silently asking her.

“You broke my heart, Luke,” Emily finally admitted. He was exposing himself to her and the least she could do was to reciprocate his honesty.

“You didn’t want to be with me,” Lucas desperately clung to the notion. At the time, he had felt more left out than he ever had. Feeling like his parents were against his decision had been bad enough, but to find out that Emily had flown there to also try to change his mind had tasted like ultimate betrayal, because she had always been the one who had never failed to understand and fully support him. “I wasn’t really thinking when I did what I did.”

“I have always wanted to be with you,” her voice sounded like a broken whisper, urging Lucas to come nearer. He noticed how his presence engulfing her frame frightened her, making the girl step back. “Why can’t you just understand that if we had stayed together that would have been the end for us and…?”

“Damn it, Emily, staying apart was the end for us!” Lucas abruptly interrupted her, wrapping his fingers around her arms to keep her near. When she broke down crying, he thought he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. “I really thought you couldn’t be that surprised that I was with other girls… I mean… I tried to find you in every person that crossed my way and no matter how much I tried, I could never seem to… I just…” his voice trailed off. It felt too cliché to say that his reaction had been impulsive and immature. “I wasn’t really thinking… I was just looking for the easy out to distract myself from the idea that we weren’t together anymore,” he struggled to make the confession because it pretty much exposed himself entirely. “I was never a careful planner like you... You know that.”

Emily struggled with her own emotions, finally losing the battle to her heart.

“I never meant for you to feel like I didn’t support your decision,” she explained, not entirely aware of how much that meant to him. “Why would you think that… Why do you think I flew across the country for?”

Lucas couldn’t really answer her question. Truth was, he had been so hurt and feeling so rejected at the time that he hadn’t really thought about finding logic in the situation. Instead, he had acted out because it had felt like his entire support system had failed him that day.

“I thought you were just going to echo my parents’ words to me…” he confessed emotionally. “When you said that my mom had called you, I just… I lost it, you know? Because I thought she’d played too low by plotting with you to try to convince me to stay in school.”

“Luke… Your mom would never do that,” Emily frowned, finally realizing just how lost and hurt he might have felt at the time. “I would never do that,” she reminded him. “She was worried about you and your dad was too… When they told me, I couldn’t believe it either,” Emily explained, feeling like they were taking heavy burdens out of their chests. “It wasn’t like you to make such a huge decision without discussing things with your parents first, you never once did that… Why were you so surprised that they were that worried?”

“I wasn’t surprised, I just saw what I wanted to see, I guess…” he confessed, swallowing hard.

At the time, Lucas had feared so much that everyone would be against his decision that he’d invariably created a defense mechanism to keep everyone out just so his dream wouldn’t be threatened. Back then, he’d desperately wanted to make his mom and dad proud. Failing at school wasn’t exactly the way to do that. He knew that signing with a team before getting a degree wasn’t what he and his parents had planned for his future, not to mention it was a big risk but one he had been willing to take. And the decision had been too hard to make, especially after feeling like everyone was against him.

“Did you seriously think I was going to leave your side?” she tilted her head and her eyes had so many unshed tears that Lucas couldn’t help keeping her in his arms. The evident answer on his face made Emily realize that he hadn’t really acted carelessly because he didn’t care but rather because he wanted too much to follow up with something and feared that no one would have his back. Lucas had feared it so much that he’d unconsciously caused it. “Jesus, Luke… I might have not agreed with your decision at the time, but I would never turn my back on you… ever…” she looked at him too upset that he’d dared to think otherwise. “And I would support you, even if I didn’t think you were making the right call.”

Now that Lucas thought about it, what Emily was saying was exactly what his parents had done. Owen and Amelia had made it clear they didn’t think Lucas was making the right decision, but even though they’d proposed talking about it, not once had they emotionally blackmailed him, cut him out of their lives because he wasn’t doing what they wished or made their son feel guilty about his decision, even when things had been pretty rough at the beginning. Lucas remembered very well how his mom had called every day right after he’d moved to Los Angeles, how she would often fly in to visit, at times bringing his siblings along. And as he thought about it, his blinding hurt slowly faded, giving place to the wonderful realization that every time his dad had reached him on the phone and asked about his day, it hadn’t been to criticize Lucas’s decision or gloat with I told you so’s like he’d feared at the time. Instead, Owen had put himself available to listen to his son like he’d done all his life, and to get back at the boy with his usual amazing fatherly advices.

“I was an idiot, wasn’t it?” Lucas breathed in and out, feeling suffocated by his imminent new understanding of the past. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, trying his best not to cry. When he opened them again, the boy found Emily standing in the exact same position, looking up at him with expectation in her warm, caring eyes. “You tried to be there for me and I hurt you… I hurt you even though I’d promised I’d never do it…” Lucas’ hands traveled from her arms to then hold her face. He gently caressed her cheeks with his thumbs before whispering very close to her face. “I’m sorry, Emily… I am so sorry.”

Emily closed her eyes with force at the same time she was pulled in to a tight embrace. The contact with his solid chest broke down her defenses completely, causing the girl to involuntarily wrap her arms around his neck too. She felt Lucas’ fingers softly running through her hair as they slowly broke apart.

“I am sorry too,” Emily whispered, her breath getting heavier by the second. She knew too well what it felt like being alone in the world, so she could understand why Lucas, who had grown up in such a loving and caring household, would quickly lose his head if he felt like no one he loved really got him. He had been so strong to stand up for himself and go after what he’d wanted… Even when, inside his head, all voices were telling him to wait. To hold back. Even so, Lucas had done what he always did… The boy had jumped in with both feet because that was who he was… Lucas always gave all of himself to what he loved and Emily had once closely experienced how amazing it felt like to be the object of his loyalty and selfless devotion. Lucas loved wholeheartedly, without any reservations. He put himself out there and took risks. And he’d been the one to teach her to do the same.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Lucas brushed his lips against her temple, unable to let go of her. Emily’s fragile figure against his chest reminded him of how strong she really was and he hated himself for having caused her so much pain.

“Oh, I do…” Emily sniffed, gently pulling apart.

Lucas’ eyes met hers and a rush of blood ran through her entire body. But before he could even lower his gaze to her lips, Emily already knew what he was about to do. And in as much as she desperately wanted for it happen, she knew she just couldn’t.

“Luke, we can’t…” Emily reluctantly pushed him away as delicately as she could. “I can’t do this…” she broke eye contact with him to avoid temptation. “I am engaged,” she reminded him.

Lucas held her face between his hands again and gently forced her to look into his eyes again.

“Do you love him?” he asked without hesitation, not making any moves to back off.

Emily frowned at his unexpected question, finding herself unable to respond to that.

“It’s not a difficult question,” he tipped her chin up, looking deeper into her eyes. “Just say yes or no,” Lucas insisted. She could feel his warm breath so close and yet… “Do you love him, yes or no?”

“I…”

Emily realized the moment she opened her mouth to talk that she probably shouldn’t have any doubts about the answer to that question. And just as Lucas intensely stared into her eyes, impatiently waiting for her to reply, the loud sound of the doorbell ringing brought them both back from the past to the present.

The girl noticed in his confused expression that Lucas had been just as surprised as she by the unexpected interference. Lucas frowned heavily, unwillingly breaking apart from her to get to the door. If the pizza guy had come back for whatever reason, interrupting him at exactly that moment, he could swear to God he would…

But as Lucas opened the door, it wasn’t a man he found. Instead, a well known pair of delicate brown eyes stared back at him as the arms of a gorgeous woman unceremoniously wrapped around his neck when she jumped to hug him.

“Luke! I missed you SO much!”

Lucas had barely any time to figure out what was happening before he instinctively looked at Emily, finding her obviously confused expression, and then to the brunette beauty stubbornly clinging to his neck.

“Rachel,” his voice was firm at the same time he tried not to sound as frustrated as he felt. Lucas only had time to swallow hard before asking the next question, not exactly eager to hear an answer. “What are you doing here?”

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