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My Boys: Beyond the Horizon - Chapter 12

hey guys, sorry for the long delay. I didn't want to leave any big cliffhangers from chapter 11 but at the same time, I had to move on with all stories so this chapter is rather long, because it has three arcs going on at the same time.

I hope you guys enjoy it :) Previous chapters are HERE . Thanks @jia911 for helping me out!

My Boys: Beyond the Horizon – Chapter Twelve

Amelia took a seat in the empty gallery, wrapping her white coat firmly around her body to fight the chilly temperature inside the OR. Not that outside it was any different. As the weeks progressed, fall had replaced summer and every day the weather would get colder. After so many years of living in Seattle, the neurosurgeon supposed she should have gotten used to it, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

At that moment, though, Amelia’s mind was not on the thermostat, but rather on the scene playing out in front of her. It was every mother’s wish to always see her children happy, but the marveled look on Thomas had really touched the neurosurgeon. She knew he wasn’t having it easy the last few months, so to see him so dazzled really brought a large smile to her face.

“I don’t know who looks happier,” a deep male voice interrupted her thoughts. “You or him.”

Amelia turned her head and met the eyes of the man who was responsible for a lot of her smiles.

“Probably me,” she chuckled, promptly welcoming her husband on the empty seat beside her.

“It’s hard to tell,” Owen joked, giving her a kiss on her temple at the same time Amelia tugged his right elbow between her arms and comfortably rested her head against his shoulder. “You’re hiding out here?”

“I don’t want him to see me,” Amelia justified why she’d sat so far back, away from the view of those inside the OR downstairs, including her son. “There is already too much pressure without Tom feeling like I am up here judging his work.”

Owen nodded in agreement, grateful for her thoughtfulness.

“So, are you afraid you’re losing him already?” he joked, pointing to Maggie with a discreet head tilt.

“No way,” Amelia said with a scoff, but on her face, it became obvious she wasn’t as confident as she wanted to make it sound. “There is absolutely no chance Tommy will change his mind about our specialty.”

“Our?” Owen raised his eyebrows, clearly mocking her for already including their son in it.

Downstairs in the actual OR, Thomas was visibly satisfied to be scrubbing in with Maggie Pierce. They had a nine-day-old baby on the table undergoing heart surgery and the procedure was as complex as it was delicate.

“Is that Maggie’s Jatene procedure?” Owen asked with interested, not taking his eyes off the field. “I saw it on the board earlier today.”

“Yeah, I think she’s halfway through it already,” Amelia replied, also paying attention to the patient and the monitors.

“It seems to be going well,” Owen commented, looking around. The gallery was empty and that was unusual for such an edgy surgery. He suspected it had everything to do with the pancreas transplant happening next door.

“It does,” Amelia agreed with a head nod. “It has to go well… I mean, Tommy can use something good to hold on to,” she commented. Both she and Owen knew that before his cardio rotation, Thomas had been on two cases with bad outcomes on consecutive days. First, a woman had developed a severe reaction to a medication during an elective hernia repair and died on the table, and a man had evolved with severe pancreatitis after an iatrogenic tear during a repair of his biliary duct. “You know, you haven’t got around to tell me the details of your conversation with him earlier this week.”

Owen looked around, making sure they were alone. He took a deep breath, recalling the evening he’d spent talking to Thomas in the kitchen of his house. After much insistence, his son had finally opened up and revealed some of the events of the previous year.

“I asked him what is happening between him and Kate,” Owen started.

“Yeah, I spoke to Karev just last week,” Amelia confessed with a sigh of resignation. “He told me she is still in London. Apparently, Kate really decided to take a gap year before starting her residency. But both Alex and Jo said she is doing well and enjoying herself. Last week she was visiting Zola in Paris, actually.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Owen replied with his eyes still on their son. “I really find it hard to believe that Tommy and Kate broke up,” the trauma surgeon added with a sad tone. “I hope they haven’t… that it’s just a phase, really.”

Amelia looked at him with a confused frown.

“What do you mean, you hope they haven’t?” she asked with incredulity. “You don’t know?” Amelia didn’t realize she’d slightly raised her tone of voice. “Owen! I thought you’d talked to him!” the neurosurgeon shook her head. “What did he say?”

Owen took a deep breath, slowly exhaling it. Amelia was looking at him with a mix of disapproval and disbelief, which wasn’t helping him at all.

“Well, I did,” he justified. “And he told me he doesn’t understand it either.”

“Owen!”

“What?”

Amelia rolled her eyes. Her husband still had a look of perplexity on his face, as if he thought he was being unfairly accused of something.

“You were supposed to help him figure out,” Amelia sighed impatiently. After so many years, she should have known better. “Okay, go through it with me,” she took a breath, knowing the conversation would be long. “What exactly did Thomas tell you?”

Ever since their son had moved back to Seattle, Amelia had been waiting for the moment her son would explain why he and his girlfriend of a lifetime had grown apart. She’d asked a few times, but Thomas, who was if possible even more economic with words than his father, had simply told her that Kate was overseas enjoying some time off and he didn’t know when she’d be back. Amelia had tried asking what that meant exactly for their relationship, but Thomas was never willing to talk about it. She’d noticed he looked confused and was absolutely sure that talking about it would help, but whenever he was too upset about something, Thomas would become even more rational than he already was, avoiding dealing with his feelings completely. Amelia knew that even though her son was sensitive and very good at picking up emotions, he wasn’t exactly the best and processing and verbalizing them. And at the end of the day, it wasn’t like she could force him to talk.

“He told me that things haven’t been good since last year,” Owen started, watching as his wife reacted to the information. “Tommy said he and Kate were incredibly busy and had to spend most of their time off doing projects and assignments,” he added. Like him, Amelia knew his son had enrolled in an accelerated program when he’d been accepted in Harvard, prompting Kate to do the same since both teenagers wanted to be together throughout their college experience. “Thomas said that during their senior year, they had a lot of practice hours and very little time to study… and apparently, Kate wasn’t handling it very well.”

“What does that mean?” Amelia asked with a frown.

“He said that a few times Kate suggested they slowed it down a bit but he felt like the sooner they were done with everything, the better it would be.” Owen shared. “To be honest, I think Tommy sounded a little regretful about that.”

“Did he tell you that or are you assuming?”

“I’m assuming.”

Amelia frowned, surprised.

“Ok, go on. What did you tell him?”

Owen saw in her eyes that she looked almost proud of him for his assumption, so he scowled at his wife, censoring her for silently teasing him.

“I said that it was perfectly normal for him to feel like that,” Owen once again recalled the events of that evening. “And I also said that it was just as okay for Kate to feel differently… Because people are different, and they won’t always have the same response to a particular situation,” the surgeon shared, seeing how Amelia agreed with a nod. “Even so, Tom still seemed bothered about something, so I had to push him a little.”

“How did that go?” Amelia asked with interest.

“At first, Tom focused on their University issues,” Owen said and Amelia instantly picked up their son had probably tried to rationalize things at the time to postpone or even avoid exposing a situation in which he’d have to say how he felt. “He told me he and Kate started having disagreements about where to go for their residencies… he didn’t exactly say it, but I had the feeling a part of the issue was that Kate wasn’t sure she wanted a career in surgery.”

“Really?” Amelia asked with legitimate surprise. Thomas and Kate had grown up and gone off to Harvard with a very specific plan in mind. The girl had absolutely every right to change her mind and pick a different specialty, but it would surely come as a shock to everyone, especially for her parents.

“Then Tom said Kate suggested they took some time off,” Owen revealed. “His exact words were she said we are never going to be twenty-three again. I think she wanted to travel, enjoy life for a while.”

“It makes every sense,” Amelia analyzed the situation. “I know they are brilliant and everything, but they’ve been so focused on school during these past few years. And once residency starts, it’s even worse. I think it’s not absurd for Kate to suggest that, or feel like she could use a break.”

“Yeah, I know,” Owen confessed. Everyone had a rough time in med school and then residency, but since Thomas and Kate had enrolled in faster programs, they’d barely had any time off for the past years. “I thought the same thing. I told him that. And then Tom said that he also thought it made sense, but he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of breaking a plan he’d been holding onto for so long.”

Amelia inhaled, pensively. She didn’t want to say it out loud, but truth was that even though Thomas had inherited her gentle nature, intellectual skills and even some of her looks, sometimes his similarities with Owen baffled her.

“So they decided to each go their own way?” she asked, reaching the obvious conclusion.

“Yes, but that was not all there was to it,” Owen said, watching from a distance as Maggie allowed Thomas to play a role in the surgery, which lit up his entire face with joy and excitement. “You know the apartment Tom and Kate shared with other med students?” he asked, turning his head to see his wife nodding in agreement. “Well, there was this girl who used to live with them who also happened to be Kate’s rotation partner,” Owen said, not quite sure how he would approach the delicate subject.

From her husband’s tone of voice and distressed face, Amelia instantly became sure something tragic had happened.

“Yes?” she looked Owen deeply in the eyes, fearing what she’d hear next.

“Tom told me that this one girl went on a weekend trip to New York with them before the semester was over,” Owen shared. “He described her as shy but generally nice, although quiet. Tom said they did some shopping around the city at the time and later went to watch a play. According to our son, nothing out of ordinary happened that weekend,” Owen’s voice became too solemn.

“But?” Amelia guessed bad news would follow that.

Owen’s hesitation was a clear indication that the subject was probably more serious than the neurosurgeon had initially thought.

“Tom and Kate had a car and drove back to Boston, but the girl insisted on taking the train. They weren’t exactly sure why, but later on the news they found out why.”

“Owen, you’re not saying that Thomas’ friend…?” Amelia’s voice trailed off, seeing in her husband’s eyes the confirmation for the horrible news. “No… Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” Owen agreed, swallowing hard as he looked back at their son standing downstairs, looking absolutely focused on whatever it was Maggie was telling him. “As you can imagine, Tom and Kate were devastated. They did not see it coming.”

Amelia took her time to process the information. The girl could not have been much older than her son.

“I just hate this,” Amelia sighed, preoccupied and legitimately concerned. “Poor girl… What did Thomas say about it?”

“He didn’t say it, but he obviously carries some guilt,” Owen shared his impressions. “I figured he was feeling like he should have paid more attention, seen signs sooner… but really,” the trauma surgeon took a deep breath. “Like I told him, it’s not uncommon that people share only what they want others to think. Even for people who knew this girl, who hung out with her… If you are not exactly close to someone and they don’t talk about it, it’s hard to imagine they will do such a thing. Thomas said she got good grades, occasionally went out on dates, her family seemed alright too… there is probably no way they could have known.”

“I can’t believe he kept this to himself,” Amelia said, feeling her heart constricted. Her son had gone through an awful, traumatic loss and she was just finding out about it. “So I guess now it makes more sense that Kate took a step back,” the neurosurgeon looked at her husband, seeing he was following her line of thought. “If she was a closer friend to the girl than Thomas, she probably felt awful about it. It makes every sense she wouldn’t want to go forward with a residency she isn’t even sure of, judging by what Tom said.”

“I guess,” Owen sighed. “I think over the course of the semester they found out that this girl didn’t really want to go to medical school in the first place, that her family was actually a lot less functional and supportive than she’d let it show and I think probably they were able to connect some of the dots,” the trauma surgeon shared. “Her family confessed it wasn’t the first time she attempted something like that. But still, it’s something huge.”

“God, why hasn’t Thomas said anything?” Amelia closed her eyes and let out a long breath, trying to calm her heart.

“I asked him the same thing,” Owen said. “He told me that Harvard made him, Kate and the other two kids at the apartment talk to a counselor during the rest of the semester. It might be just an impression, but I think Tommy feels like this hasn’t affected him as much as it probably did. Which is why I think he didn’t tell us.”

“He could have taken a break,” Amelia felt the start of a headache consuming her. She could clearly see how her logical, rational, kind-hearted son would probably want to spare she and Owen of worrying about him, just as much as she could see him telling himself he was fine and actually believing it. “You know, Tommy is so smart and so mature that sometimes I forget he is just a kid,” Amelia bit her lower lip, nodding her head in denial. Her face made it clear she was disappointed in herself. “I forget that he is not in his late twenties like every other intern out there… That he spent such a big part of his teen years being so responsible that he didn’t have the time to make mistakes and learn from them,” Amelia’s speech was filled with sorrow and regret. “You know, sometimes I wonder if we couldn’t have done it better…”

“What do you mean?” Owen asked, preoccupied, seeing how distressed his wife seemed to be.

Amelia was feeling a lump in her throat. Her son had gone through something awful and Amelia knew how awful it could be because sadly, she’d experienced similar pain once. Her friend Michelle had passed away after months of suffering and at the time, the way she’d lose her friend had deeply impacted the neurosurgeon. So she definitely sympathized with Thomas, more than she could ever explain.

“See, we always told ourselves that we never pushed Tom to do anything, that this insane pressure he puts on himself has always been because he is exceedingly bright and just ambitious… But you know,” she turned her head to look at her husband and Owen saw how teary her eyes had gotten. “Maybe the reason why things went that far with him is because we enabled it,” Amelia added with guilty. “You know how we always talk about Luke and how we supported him in school through his battle with dyslexia? He was at the bottom. Everyone looks at the kids in the bottom,” Amelia paused, feeling her throat clotting with her realization. “No one looks to the kids at the top. We just assume they’re fine,” she added, feeling a wave of guilt piercing her heart. She should have known better. Especially because she’d been in those shoes once. “Thomas always did remarkably well in school and even though we never pushed him to do it, we always praised it.”

“Amelia,” Owen frowned. “We have always been proud of him. Same goes for Luke, Dan, Rob and Megan,” he reminded her. Their treatment of Thomas had not been any different. From a young age, their son had been taught and told he was loved for exactly who he was. “Tom is exceptionally gifted. These things were not a hardship to him. He always found school easy. What were we supposed to do?” the trauma surgeon asked with confusion, not quite getting her point. “Discourage him?”

“No,” Amelia closed her eyes, letting out a heavy breath. All of a sudden, it just made sense to her why Thomas had responded to a horrible trauma by burying his face in one of the few things in his life he actually had some control of, especially after parting ways with Kate. And just why the idea of leaving to embark on something like a “gap year” would seem such a foreign concept to him. “But maybe we should have let him know that if he’d done something else and maybe not succeeded as much, that we would have been proud of him all the same.”

The unexpected words hit Owen and on his face, Amelia noticed he was probably processing the same awful realization she was.

“We always told him we’d love them, no matter what,” Owen reminded his wife, hating to see her hurting that much. “To all five of them. You’re an amazing mom, Amelia. Our kids are a reflection of that. And they know it just as much.”

“Yeah,” Amelia agreed with a light sniff, knowing her husband was right. She clung tighter to his arm, trying to make amends with her conscience. Amelia had no doubt she was a good mother. She’d always put her children above and beyond anything and anyone else. And if she’d made mistakes, they’d been made with the best of intentions. Still, it was hard not to feel guilty and have her mind be assaulted by what ifs, especially when she figured her son was hurting more than she had initially predicted. And she’d failed to see it. “But I think sometimes we just don't remember that they each needed to hear it in a different way.”

“So, why lobster?”

Megan turned around to meet Aaron’s curious eyes. They were sitting side by side in the school’s parking lot. The girl was waiting for her mother to come pick her up and her boyfriend was just keeping her company until Amelia arrived.

“Because it’s delicious,” Megan replied like the answer was obvious. She had just told Aaron that the reason why she hadn’t driven to school that morning was that her mother was taking her to the market to buy fresh seafood for dinner. “Besides, it has some special meaning for my mom and dad… I think it’s something they used to eat when they first started dating, or whatever,” she shrugged off. Deep down, her whole point of cooking dinner every night of that week was to make her father’s favorite dishes and leave him in the best mood possible for the upcoming Saturday, when he yet didn’t know he’d meet Aaron.

“I think it’s very sweet that you can cook,” Aaron said with honesty. He looked into Megan’s eyes and was dazzled by what he saw. “Is there anything you can’t do?” he added, absolutely enchanted.

Megan felt her cheeks turning pink at the unexpected compliment.

“I am sure there are many things,” she chuckled nervously.

“I can’t think of one,” Aaron said, leaning in.

Just when Megan closed her eyes, absolutely sure she was going to be kissed, they heard a loud thump coming from across the parking lot.

Both teenagers turned their heads and looked over their shoulders at the same time.

“Sorry,” a tall male figure looked at them with a corner smile that showed he probably wasn’t the least bit sorry. “I didn’t mean to scare you guys.”

Megan watched as Aaron rolled his eyes and quickly looked away, but she took a second longer to study the expression on JD Callaghan’s face before finally giving her full attention back to her boyfriend.

Suddenly, Aaron didn’t seem to be in such a good humor anymore.

“Where were we?” Megan joked, trying to bring the light atmosphere back. “Oh, that’s right. We were just about to list my many, many faults,” she smiled teasingly.

JD chose that exact moment to turn on his ridiculously expensive sports car, once again bothering the couple with the loud noise of a potent motor accelerating probably way more than it was necessary.

Megan let out a heavy sigh, turning around and staring at the insufferable boy with a scowl of disapproval. At her reaction, JD’s smirk got wider. It was like he was proud to be pestering her and Megan hated him for it. The boy sustained her gaze until the girl finally looked away.

“That guy is an idiot,” Aaron shook his head, irritated. “You have to be a real saint to put up with him during music class.”

“It’s not like I have a choice,” Megan explained, surprised by how annoyed Aaron seemed to be. He was usually very serene and calm, but it was obvious JD got to him.

Not that it should be that much of a surprise, really. Long ago Megan had realized that JD usually had that effect on people. But Aaron did have a concrete reason to antagonize the other since it had been JD the one to give him a hit that had prevented Megan’s boyfriend from practicing that week.

As Megan thought about it, she watched as the other boys on the football team slowly made their way from the field to the parking lot. It was obvious they were just done with practice and when some stopped by to say hello to Aaron and ask how he was feeling, she noticed her boyfriend kept looking at his wristwatch every two minutes.

“Do you have to go?” she asked, worried about him. Megan knew Aaron was scheduled for an appointment with his doctor to check the bruised rib he’d gotten earlier that week when JD Callaghan had tackled him.

“Hmm, it’s okay, I still have time,” Aaron lied. He was going to be late and he knew it.

“I don’t want you to miss your appointment,” Megan smiled. “If you have to go, it’s okay. My mom will be here soon. She’s probably just held back in surgery, that’s all. You don’t have to be here until she comes.”

“I promised you I’d wait out here with you until she arrived.”

“Yeah, but that was one hour ago, I thought she’d already left work” Megan reminded him, touched that he was being so considerate. “It’s okay, Aaron, you shouldn’t skip your consult,” she smiled at him once again, letting him know she completely understood.

“My dad is going to kill me if I don’t show up,” he said, obviously not happy with the idea of leaving her.

“Go,” Megan gave his hand a squeeze and then looked into his eyes. “Call me later, okay? I want to hear how your appointment was.”

“I will,” Aaron replied in a much better mood before leaning over to finally kiss the girl.

Seconds later, Megan was still watching the corner of the street, hoping she would see her mother’s car. Instead, it was a Maserati GranTurismo she saw approaching and slowing down.

The driver’s window rolled down and she wasn’t surprised when JD’s green eyes stared at her.

“Need a ride?”

“No, thank you,” Megan replied unaffectedly. She thought he’d left minutes before, but JD had obviously stayed back catching up with the guys inside the parking lot until now.

“You sure?” he didn’t break eye contact with her for a second. “It’s kind of chilly out here.”

Megan wanted to tell him to go home and mind his own business. But instead, she heard herself replying.

“I am waiting for my mom to pick me up.”

JD remained silent, gave her an assertive head nod and pushed the gas pedal. Just when Megan thought she was finally getting rid of him, the boy parked the steel grey car in the next available parking spot.

“What are you doing?” she scowled at him the moment he closed the door to his car and came to sit beside her on the low fence wall surrounding the school lot.

“You guys are cute,” JD said, obviously referring to Aaron. Megan was sure he was being sarcastic. “How is Softie doing?”

“Stop calling him that,” Megan scolded the boy, getting a chuckle in response, which only served to irritate her. “I mean it.”

“You’re so scary,” JD said with sarcasm. “Now you’ve convinced me.”

The teenage girl took a deep breath, trying to control her temper. She was usually a calm and rational person. But that idiot seemed to make her lose her mind faster than she could control it.

��What are you even doing here?” Megan frowned heavily. She had no idea why JD was still there, let alone sitting by her side. “Go away.”

“Rude,” JD picked up a water bottle from his gym bag and took off the lid, taking a long sip right after. He handed it over as if offering it to Megan, but the girl simply scowled at him in refusal. “You’re really adorable, you know,” the teenage boy rolled his eyes at her ironically. “Such impeccable manners… Don’t come pointing a finger at me in music class a couple of days from now, saying I am this or that… It’s you who’s being insufferable, not me.”

Megan didn’t dignify his provocation with a reply.

What was he even doing there, the girl wondered. Sure, they’d had a meaningful conversation the previous day. But that surely didn’t mean they were close now or anything like that.

“I don’t want to be your friend,” she voiced out her thoughts very emphatically.

“I don’t remember offering you that,” JD replied without taking his eyes from the playbook he had just gotten from the gym bag.

Megan watched as he pretty much leaned over the low wall in an obviously relaxed pose. That completely contrasted with how annoyed she was feeling with his presence.

“Why are you always reading that thing?” the girl took out her frustration on the first random thing she found.

“I have to learn the plays,” he answered like it was obvious, flipping through the pages. “I am new to the team, as you know,” JD smiled provocatively at her. He knew he probably shouldn’t, but he just couldn’t resist tormenting her. “Since we can’t count on Softie to lead a good offense, at least defense has to play well.”

Megan glared at him.

“You’re always reading that but you never want to read the damn music sheets like you are supposed to,” she reminded him with frustration. Her task was to help out JD with music introduction and yet he seemed completely uninterested in it every time she’d tried. And she wasn’t even going to acknowledge his comment about Aaron, otherwise, she was at risk for slapping the back of his head. “Don’t come to me asking for help at the end of the semester, you can flunk music for all I care.”

“Are you always like that?” JD finally turned up his eyes and at last sat up straight, looking at the girl with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “Can’t you just be quiet for five seconds or say something nice instead of questioning everything? Jesus.”

“Why don’t you just go home?” The girl asked, infuriated by his nonsense. “Why did you have to stay back just to piss me off?”

“Because I thought it was kind of pathetic the way you were sitting alone out here looking so sad and needy,” JD said with a smile that betrayed his words. “I felt sorry for you. So I came.”

Megan couldn’t believe how awful he was. Especially when the brightness in his eyes completely betrayed his words.

“If you had any trace of kindness in that cold heart, you’d feel sorry for me that I have to endure your company,” she replied with irony, holding the urge to stick out her tongue at him.

“Oh, so you can joke?” the corner of JD’s lips twitched into a lazy, satisfied grin. He watched her face transform as the girl obviously wanted to smile but refused to. “Why is your mom coming to pick you up?”

“That’s none of your business,” Megan replied before she could hold it back.

JD raised his eyebrows in what she interpreted as amused surprise and focused his attention back on the playbook. He was so irritating that sometimes he made her act irrationally. Regretting her sudden fit of rudeness, Megan took a deep breath before finally answering.

“We are going to the market to buy things for dinner.”

JD noticed the girl had kept her eyes turned to the corner of the street, absolutely refusing to look in his direction even though she’d given in to his question.

Megan fit the cliché, he thought. Cooking dinner with her mother was probably something she did on a weekly basis. The girl did look like she belonged in the typical suburban household. Her tidy clothes, clean look and classic haircut were highly suggestive of that.

Just as JD opened his mouth to tease her, a car pulled over in front of them. As the window rolled down, the teenage boy noticed the figure of a petite woman with brown hair, blue eyes and fair skin who was smiling at them.

“Hey mom,” Megan got up and picked up her schoolbag, feeling like she’d never been more grateful for her mother’s presence. The teenager just couldn’t wait to get out of there.

Just as Megan took the passenger’s seat, Amelia bent over, looking at the boy still sitting on the low wall. Her daughter had told her that her boyfriend would be keeping her company since Amelia had gotten held back at work. Grateful for his consideration, the neurosurgeon decided to try a friendly approach, since the boy probably had no idea what he was in for when he met the rest of the family.

“Thanks for staying with Megan until I arrived,” she smiled at him. Megan had described Aaron as friendly and kind, but even though Amelia didn’t see that in the guy at that exact moment, there was something about his confident attitude she approved of. “I guess we’ll see you on Saturday.”

“Saturday?” JD asked with a mischievous smile, unsure of what Megan’s mom was talking about. He didn’t know the first thing about the woman, except she was really attractive, but the honesty of her smile made him instantly like her.

“The game,” Amelia said with a frown, looking from the boy to Megan, failing the see the look of horror on her daughter’s face just as she looked at the guy again. “Megan told me you’re coming.”

“Oh, of course. The game,” JD replied, seeing how scarlet red Megan’s face turned. He instantly realized her mom was mistaking him for someone else, probably Aaron Cole, which only prompted him to torture the girl even more. So Megan Hunt hadn’t introduced her boyfriend to her family yet. Interesting. Trying not to think of why that satisfied him, Aaron turned his attention back to the girl. After noticing her amazing blue eyes had a mix of fury and embarrassment, JD couldn’t help provoking her. “I am definitely going to be there, Mrs. Hunt. Thank you for the invitation.”

“No, no, you’re not,” Megan unceremoniously replied, watching as JD laughed in response. “Come on, mom, let’s go.”

“Megan!” Amelia reprimanded her daughter. It wasn’t like her to treat people like that. “What are you-”

“That’s not Aaron,” Megan explained, seeing the look of surprise on her mother’s face.

“Oh, I am sorry,” Amelia said, looking from her daughter to the guy who was still standing near the opposite window, looking like he was having fun for some reason.

“Can we go now?” Megan refused to look in JD’s direction, focusing her eyes on the road ahead.

Amelia found her daughter’s attitude slightly suspicious but figured it was better for them to talk when they were alone. Gently nodding the boy on the sidewalk, she thanked him again for keeping her daughter company until she arrived and drove, curious to see what Megan had to say about the scene she’d just witnessed.

Thomas opened the door to the apartment he shared with his brother, longing for a full night of sleep. He didn’t get many of those in his intern year so arriving home relatively early on a weeknight while being able to catch up on his sleep pretty much seemed like a dream.

It wasn’t until he opened the door to his bedroom that Thomas’s semi numbed brain became once again totally alert.

There was a woman in his bed.

A slim, brunette, semi naked woman.

In his bed.

Thomas’ initial hope that it could be Kate was instantly shattered when he took a step closer to inspect the scene. Lying on her stomach while clinging to his pillow like it was her own, the stranger had clearly made herself comfortable.

The boy looked around, absolutely confused. That had to be Lucas’ doing. He couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d unexpectedly find himself in that awkward situation.

Thomas wasn’t sure whether he should wake up the woman or not, but truth was, he was too tired to even rationalize about it at the moment. He really needed the bed. And there was no way he was going to lie on it with that total stranger.

Very carefully, Tom bent over and poked her naked shoulder as gently as he could. Maybe if she opened his eyes he could see her face more properly? God, he was going to kill Lucas. Why did he have to bring random women to the house at the most inconvenient times?

It was his own fault, Thomas thought. He had known this was bound to happen and yet he’d agreed to live with his older brother anyway.

With a heavy sigh, Thomas realized that the girl, whoever she was, was too deeply asleep to wake up. Tom reached into his pocket, searching for his car keys. If he went to his parents’, he probably had better chances of getting some rest. His old childhood bedroom had never seemed more inviting than it did now.

Just as he turned around to leave, the brunette beauty moaned almost inaudibly, pulling Thomas’ pillow closer to her naked chest and partially moved her head. Her familiar façade then caught the boy’s attention. After three seconds of careful analysis, Thomas finally realized where he knew her from.

Storming to his brother’s room, Tom unceremoniously swung the door opened, not really concerned that he might be interrupting anything.

“Why is there a naked woman in my bed?” he asked, making his displease very clear in his tone of voice.

Lucas calmly looked away from the window. He’d been staring outside into the emptiness with an untouched glass of wine in his hand. His unaffectedness with his brother’s question enraged the youngest one even more.

“It’s Rachel,” Lucas said with a shrug of his shoulders as if that explained it. “She flew over straight from a party yesterday and hasn’t slept in two days. She needed a place to crash.”

“Well, obviously, but so did I,” Thomas replied ironically. “Except I was working, not partying,” he added, rolling his eyes. Sometimes, Lucas could be a real piece of work. “Why wasn’t your bed good enough?”

Lucas’ lack of witty response made Thomas realize something was wrong. Taking a deep breath to shift his focus from his impatience with the lack of sleep to the pressing matter his brother was obviously going through, Thomas felt his anger vanishing, giving place to concern instead.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” he asked taking a seat on the edge of the bed, in a clear indication he didn’t plan to go anywhere until that conversation was over.

Lucas looked around as he decided whether or not to answer that. After a heavy sigh, the athlete finally opted for sharing.

“Emily was here late last night.”

“She was?”

Thomas’ frown of confusion made it very clear he didn’t understand what was going on. If Emily had been there with his brother, what did that mean?

And surely, that did not explain the presence of the semi-stranger woman in Thomas’ own bed.

“We had a conversation,” Lucas started and by his tone, Tom could tell he was feeling tortured. “You’re not going to believe the things she told me, Tommy… I thought…” he looked at his youngest brother with a mix of heartbreak and guilt in his eyes. “I was such an idiot, for so long,” he sighed heavily. “Why did you let me be such an idiot?”

“Your idiocy was stronger than my capability to change it,” Thomas showed no signs of affection for Lucas’ attempt to pin it on him, although he could see his brother was sincere about his realizations and therefore felt sorry for the guy, at the same time he felt proud. “But really, Luke. If you talked to Emily, I would expect the two of you to at least work things out? At least end the night on a good note?” he raised his eyebrows in question, seeing his brother agreed.

“That’s what happened. We talked,” Lucas confessed. “Actually, we fought. Then we talked. She said things that totally changed my perspective.”

“Then why the hell is there a woman only in her panties in my bed?”

“She is only in her panties?”

“That’s not the point!”

“You’re right,” Lucas shook his head, trying to focus on what was more important. “Well, the thing is, Rachel showed up here announcement just as Emily and I were talking. I had no idea she was coming…”

“So you didn’t sleep with Rachel?” Thomas straightforwardly asked.

“What do you think of me? That I’m a cheap whore?” Lucas chided, offended.

“I don’t think you are a whore, I know,” Thomas answered without the slightest sign of embarrassment. “Okay, so that woman shows up on your doorstep and you don’t sleep with her, something is seriously wrong with you,” Tom realized. “Or maybe, you’re finally doing what’s right, for a change?”

Lucas took a deep breath, trying to process his brother’s words. Why did Thomas have to be so good at debates? All their lives, Lucas had never been able to beat him. Back in the day, while Tom came out with precise arguments as to why he should play a game first or be given a present before anyone else, Lucas could simply physically subdue him into giving it up.

“I miss the days when I could kick your ass,” Lucas complained with a scowl.

“You probably still can, but you won’t,” Thomas grinned with satisfaction.

Lucas rolled his eyes with impatience and gave up trying to fight reality. Thomas might be annoying with his know-it-all attitude, but his brother was right. Something was seriously wrong with Lucas. And he knew exactly what it was.

Right after Rachel’s arrival, Emily had quickly said her goodbyes and left. She had sounded very polite and neutral while doing so, but Lucas knew her too well to even imagine she hadn’t walked out of that house as affected as he felt by their conversation. They still had a lot of T’s to cross and they both knew it.

During the day, Lucas had tried, but he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her. He’d gone training and considering calling her a couple of times, unsure of what exactly to say. But there were no doubts he and Emily still needed to finish that conversation.

“I am sorry I sent Rach to your bedroom. You’re never here, so I figured you were going to spend the night at the hospital as usual. I didn’t think it would be an issue.”

“Ah, that’s okay,” Thomas sighed. He was still very tired and desperately wanted to sleep, but he understood now why his brother had done it.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“What?” Thomas finally got up, confused by his brother’s suddenly drastic attitude. “Where are you going?”

“We are going to mom and dad’s,” Lucas informed him with authority. “Come on.”

Thomas struggled for a second. That’s where he was headed too, but if he went there with his brother and it turned out to be a family reunion – which he had no doubts it would –, chances of making a quiet escape to his bedroom upstairs would be potentially reduced.

“Come on, Tom, I am going to leave you behind if you stay there.”

Thomas pondered about the situation for a while. He could stay and take Lucas’ bed. But that would mean being alone in a penthouse apartment with the same woman who’d madly flirted with him while supposedly being something to his brother. And who, right now, lay naked in his own bed.

“Wait for me!” he said, grabbing his coat and following his brother to the living room. “Wait, what about your friend? Is she going to be okay alone here?”

“Yeah, she will be fine,” Lucas replied with his signature mischievous smile. “Knowing Rachel, she probably won’t be up until tomorrow at noon.”

“Hey, babe, did you invite the boys over to dinner?” Owen asked as he approached his wife inside their bedroom.

Amelia took her eyes from the notebook on her lap and watched as Owen removed his wristwatch before entering the bathroom for a shower.

“Not that I can think of, why?”

“They’re downstairs.”

Amelia frowned, intrigued, but she quickly dismissed her computer aside, making her way to the bottom floor only to find her two oldest sons and daughter in the kitchen.

“Hey guys,” she greeted them a wide smile, too please by their unexpected presence. “What are you–”

Amelia’s words were suddenly silenced when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her body, pulling her against Lucas’ solid body. Her son was holding her so tightly that Amelia struggled to breathe.

“Luke!” she tried to break free, wondering what the hell was going on. “What are you doing?” Amelia’s voice sounded muffled against his shirt.

“I am sorry, mom,” Lucas breathed out, feeling an immense relief for finally saying it. He showed no inclination to let her go and kept Amelia fiercely held inside his embrace. By now, Amelia had become far too used to her sons’ engulfing hugs. “I didn’t get it before, but I get it now.”

“Lucas,” Amelia struggled, finally managing to pull apart enough so she could breathe. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Even though Amelia wasn’t fully surprised with the spontaneous way her son was apologizing to her, she still didn’t have a clue what exactly he was sorry for.

Across the room, Megan had already handed over a knife and some vegetables for Thomas to slice, but the two of them looked just as confused as their mother.

“For too long I resented that I thought you and dad didn’t think that I was good enough,” Lucas confessed, looking his mother in the eyes with an embarrassed apologetic face. “But the truth is, it was me who didn’t think I was good enough. And I was so angry with that that I treated you and dad like you were betraying me… When in reality, you were just looking out for me. As always.”

Amelia was completely taken aback by Lucas’ honest and straightforward speech. She took her time processing it, but once his words sunk in, all she could do was to take a step forward, making the first move to initiate the hug this time.

“You’re better than good enough,” she reassured him with confidence. “I have always loved you and I always will. I wouldn’t change a thing about you. Don’t ever forget that again,” she pulled apart and playfully gave him a reprimanding look just so that moment wouldn’t turn into a deeply emotional one. “You hear me?”

Lucas smiled, but probably for one of the few times in his life, he didn’t have a smartass, shameless comeback to that.

Once silence was installed in the kitchen, Thomas looked from his sister to his mother and finally, to his brother, apparently looking for answers.

“Oh, God, is that what you dragged me here for?” the boy broke the silence, looking from his mother to his brother with a raised eyebrow. “So you could say things we already know? We all know you’re a dork. That’s not news. Deal with it. I need to sleep,” Thomas motioned getting up but Megan quickly held him back and looked at the vegetables very suggestively. ��

“Shut up, Tom,” Lucas retorted, but his smile betrayed his pretend seriousness.

“What happened?” Amelia finally found the chance to ask. She was very pleased that her son had come to that realization because now, they could finally put behind them the fight that had happened five years before. But at the same time, she was extremely curious about what had made Lucas realize it.

Just as her son was about to explain, Owen entered the kitchen through the back stairs, glancing at each person in the room as if asking why there seemed to be a family reunion he wasn’t aware of.

“Sit down, dad,” Thomas advised him with a smile. “You’re going to want to hear this,” he teased, giving his brother what he hoped would be a look of support. “Go on.”

“Five bucks that Emily is involved in this,” Megan interrupted Lucas before he could even start.

“Make it ten,” Owen replied as he reached the dinner table. He’d had no idea what was going on, but judging by his wife’s happy façade and the mischief stamped on Thomas’ and Megan’s faces, something was going on with Lucas.

“I will make it twenty if you just tell me what’s going on,” Amelia bargained, too impatient to find out.

Lucas looked at each of his family members and began explaining, recapitulating the events of five years before and how he’d come to the conclusion he’d just shared with his mother. During the time he spoke, his parents carefully listened, just as his siblings who also kept busy preparing dinner and setting the table. By the time they sat down to eat, he’d already summarized everything enough that they could understand, but not as thoroughly that he’d shared more details of his discussion with Emily. That was something that pertained to the two of them, only.

Once dinner was over, Lucas stayed back to catch up with his sister but Thomas was way too defeated, choosing to go upstairs for his much needed rest.

“You should spend the night too,” Owen offered a couple of hours later as he walked his son to his car outside.

“Ah, thanks, Dad, but I can’t, I have practice early in the morning. You know, last one before the big game.”

“Right,” Owen agreed with a nod.

Lucas didn’t want to mention the fact that Rachel had shown up unannounced on his doorstep. He’d left that detail out on purpose, because not only he saw her merely as a friend, but also because he figured it wouldn’t be as easy for people on the outside to understand.

“You know, for all that’s worth, I am glad you finally found some closure with your past,” Owen said just as Lucas opened the door to the driver’s seat of his car. He knew a lot had happened years before and as Lucas’ father, Owen had seen the boy struggle once he and Emily had had to part ways and leave for different universities against his will. “But I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it’s happened now,” Owen said, holding his son’s shoulder with a fierce grasp while looking into his eyes. “You’re just starting a new chapter in your life and now you can focus entirely on it.”

“What?” Lucas asked with confusion.

“You’re finally playing for the team you’ve always dreamed of and…”

“No, I meant the closure,” Lucas interrupted him. “Dad, there’s been no closure.”

“I don’t understand,” Owen frowned heavily. “Luke, you just said that you and Emily had a much needed conversation and finally let out in the open everything that’s happened. I was under the impression you had forgiven her and she’d forgiven you and that now you both could move on with your lives.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean it’s over,” Lucas looked at his father as if Owen was talking absolute nonsense. Seeing on his dad’s furrowed brows that he was still struggling to understand, Lucas’s facial expression softened into a lazy grin. “You know what, Dad? Someone very wise once said to me that sometimes people need to go on separate paths so they can meet later in the future as their best versions,” the boy recalled.

Owen instantly recognized his own words. Years before, he’d sat down with Lucas and talked to him for long minutes, explaining that even though things didn’t seem right or fair sometimes, it was exactly those experiences that shaped a person and made them grow.

“I remember that,” Owen chuckled, impressed that Lucas had really absorbed it. “I also remember you told me you wanted to be better,” the trauma surgeon pointed out. “It seems like you’ve had some success with that too,” he added with unmistakable pride.

“Things between Emily and I are far from getting closure,” Lucas said with determination. “We met later in the future just like you said we might, Dad. But that doesn’t mean it’s over, right?”

“Lucas,” Owen said very carefully as his son entered the car and turned on the engine. “You said she has a fiancé now. She is getting married to someone else.” His father reminded him, worried that Lucas might do something stupid or worse, get too invested only to get his heart broken again.

But Owen wasn’t exactly surprised with his son’s reaction. He knew better by now. And the boy’s shameless smile and fierce determination left no doubts about what his intentions were.

“She is not going to marry that guy,” Lucas said as he pulled the car from the parking spot. “Emily belongs with me. And I am getting her back.”

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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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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

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latetothegreysparty · 6 years ago

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Enough Part 9

Man. It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted another chapter. I’m so sorry. This one took quite a while to write, but it’s finally done. If you would like to reread the previous parts, they can be found in my master poster which is linked in my bio.

Enough Part 9

Amelia huffed. Caring for a child really was one thing after another. She’d finally done it. She’d finally gotten Teddy on a schedule, figured out what his different cries meant, apologized profusely to Maggie for all of the ways she’d made things difficult for her in the recent weeks and months, and gotten on a schedule of inviting Maggie, Meredith, and April over to visit her and Teddy. Now, just when she was finally starting to feel like she had gotten the hang of things, her 12 weeks of leave from work were coming to an end. This meant having to figure out a whole new routine. This also meant having to face the reality of leaving Teddy at daycare all day. All she knew was that she wasn’t ready.

But, ready or not, the day had arrived, so here she stood outside the hospital daycare. She took one final deep, calming breath before walking into the daycare with Teddy in his bassinet. “Hi,” she said somewhat shyly as she approached the woman sitting at the desk. “I’m Amelia Shepherd, and this is my son, Teddy. Um, I mean my foster son. This is my foster son, Teddy.”

The employee smiled kindly. “Hello, Dr. Shepherd, I’m Rachel. We spoke on the phone. It’s nice to meet you and little Teddy.” She briefly shifted her gaze down toward the infant in the carrier before looking back up toward Amelia. “It seems like you have already faxed in all of your paperwork, so we don’t need anything else from you today. You can just say goodbye to Teddy and be on your way.”

Amelia couldn’t help the frown that came to her face. She hadn’t thought it would be this quick. She’d figured there would be more of a production about dropping him off on his first day at daycare, but apparently she was expected to walk in, drop him off, and leave. That was it. She fumbled a bit as she reached to take Teddy out of his bassinet. “Um, what do I do with his carrier? Do I take it with me?”

Rachel smiled, clearly familiar with the apprehension that usually came on the first day. “You can leave it here if you want. We have a place where we can store it for you. Don’t worry about it. Just leave it there and I’ll handle it.”

“Thank you,” Amelia replied, smiling softly at the genuine kindness Rachel was displaying. She turned her attention back to the bassinet and grabbed Teddy out of it. “Alright, little man,” she whispered, doing her best to keep the smile on her face as she spoke to him. “It’s time for you to start a new adventure. I’m sure you’re tired of me after all these weeks cooped up at home. Goodbye, sweet boy. I love you.” After pressing a kiss to his forehead, she hesitantly held him out to Rachel.

“Are you ready to have fun, Teddy?” Rachel asked with a bright smile as she took the infant from Amelia. The answer, apparently, was no. As soon as Amelia let go of him and took a step backward, Teddy began to cry and squirm in Rachel’s arms.

Amelia reflexively reached out for him. “Should I rock him for a little while until he calms down?” she asked.

For what seemed like the hundredth time since Amelia had arrived in the daycare, that same patient smile graced Rachel’s face. “No, I don’t think that’s a very good idea. He’s going to be upset no matter what. You’re just not used to Mommy leaving you, are you little guy?” she asked, stroking a hand across the soft hair on Teddy’s head, but the affectionate gesture did little to pacify him. Rachel looked back up toward Amelia. “This is very normal. Nearly every kid gets upset when their parent leaves on the first few days. It will probably be easiest on the both of you if you make a quick get away. He’ll cry for a little while, but then he’ll calm down. Promise. I’ll call you if he doesn’t.”

“Okay, thank you,” Amelia said softly, reluctantly backing away from the desk as she spoke. “Did you say to leave his carrier here?”

“Yep, we’ll take care of it for you. See you this afternoon, Dr. Shepherd.”

With that Amelia turned and walked away. Though she fought hard against the emotions, she couldn’t help the tears that began to well up in the corners of her eyes. She knew Teddy was in good hands. Rachel seemed kind and attentive. And he would be just down the hall in case she wanted to stop by at any point during the day. Still, it was far more difficult than she’d thought it would be to leave him. She’d spent the last 11 weeks feeding him, changing him, cuddling him, and tucking him in all day and night. She hadn’t thought about how jarring it would be to walk in one day, drop him off with some strangers, and go back to her job like nothing had happened.

Before she could get too far into her thoughts, her pager went off. In a way, it was a relief. Though she never wished for a person to become injured, the consult would be a nice distraction from her sadness at leaving the little boy who had become the most important part of her life. A quick glance down told her that she was being paged to the emergency department for a consult.

When Amelia walked into the exam room, she found Maggie already evaluating the patient. “This is Mr. Walters,” Maggie introduced, gesturing to the older man sitting on the exam table. “Cardiac auscultation shows an aortic stenosis murmur. He passed out in his kitchen. I’m guessing it was syncopal episode due to the aortic stenosis. He whacked his head pretty good, and he’s a bit dazed. Can you do the neuro exam?”

Amelia nodded and pulled out her penlight. “Look straight ahead,” she said before checking his pupillary responses. “Direct and indirect responses intact. Pupils are equal, round, and reactive to light and accommodation,” she rattled off. “Follow my finger.”

Maggie finished up her exam and stepped back from Mr. Walters. The door banged open behind her, but neither she nor Amelia turned around. “So, how was this morning?” Maggie asked. “Are you holding up alright?”

Amelia smiled a bit. “Yeah, I’m fine. I teared up a bit as I was leaving, but I’m good now. People always say the first day is awful, but you don’t fully understand it until you have to do it.”

“Did you leave Teddy at daycare for the first time?” asked a voice behind Amelia.

She abruptly dropped her hands from the patient’s shoulders and whipped around to face the door. “Owen, what are you doing here?” She winced at the slightly abrupt tone of her question, but she had been completely caught off guard by his presence.

“This case came in as a limited trauma,” he explained. “I had to come in and check him out to make sure he doesn’t need a more extensive trauma assessment.”

Amelia nodded slowly. She glanced nervously at Owen before turning back to her patient. “Mr. Walters, I’m sorry. You’re good to go from the neuro department. It looks like you just bumped your head pretty hard, but your head isn’t injured badly. I’ll leave you with Dr. Pierce and Dr. Hunt.” As soon the words were out of her mouth, she made a beeline toward the door and excused herself. She quickly made her way to the nurses’ desk so she could sit down at a computer, write a consult note, and get out of the ED as soon as possible.

5 minutes later, she was just finishing up writing her note when someone came to stand on the other side of the desk. “So, was today your first time leaving Teddy at daycare?” Owen asked.

Amelia startled as she looked up to meet his eyes. She had been hoping to be out of the department before he was finished with his consult. “Oh, um, yeah…” she stuttered out.

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter, tilting his head to the side in that way that always made her heart flutter a bit. “And how are you holding up?” he asked gently.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly. She was confused by the interaction and trying to process it all so she could figure out what to say. She took a deep breath, having finally settled on something to say. “Owen, you don’t have to do this.” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

His face twisted in confusion. “Do what?”

“Talk to me about Teddy,” she asked. “I know you care, and I appreciate that, but you don’t have to ask about Teddy if it’s a sore subject.”

He smiled. “Thank you for thinking of my feelings. I really appreciate it. It’s getting better, though. It still hurts a little. I wish it didn’t, but it still does. I want to try, though, because I know how important this is to you. And you’re important to me. Your friendship is important to me. I don’t want to lose your friendship because I can’t talk to you about the things that are important in your life. So I’m going to try, even if it hurts a little right now, because I can’t stand to lose my closest friend like this.”

And just like that, all of the emotions from the morning that she’d been trying to keep at bay came creeping back up. She could feel the tightening in her throat, and it was all she could do to keep from tearing up in the middle of the ED. “Um, thanks,” she said, stumbling over her words. She had no idea how to respond to that, and she was not in the emotional state right now to attempt it, so she figured her best course of action was evasion. “I have some post-op patients I need to round on. I’ll see you later.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she turned on her heel and left the ED, not giving him any chance to attempt to continue the conversation.

She managed to find enough things to do for the rest of the morning that she didn’t find herself lost in thoughts of Teddy, Owen, or both. It wasn’t until she began her walk to the cafeteria that the various events of her morning came back to the forefront of her mind. As she turned the corner to enter the cafeteria, the thought occurred to her that Owen might be there. What was she supposed to do if he was? Was she supposed to sit with him? If she did, it would probably be horribly uncomfortable, and she’d probably find herself in the middle of a conversation that she wasn’t ready to have. On the other hand, if she didn’t, he might think she was rejecting his attempt to reach out to her that morning. She had no idea what to do. For the moment, all she could do was hope he wasn’t in there.

When she entered the cafeteria, she was relieved to find that the only familiar face in the room belonged to April Kepner. After breathing a sigh of relief, she collected and paid for her food before making her way over to the table where April sat. April smiled brightly as she sat down. “How’s my favorite new mom?!” April asked.

Amelia exhaled heavily. “Confused,” was the response she settled on.

“Confused about what?” April asked, now turning her body to give Amelia her full attention.

Amelia paused for a moment, carefully considering her words before enlisting April’s help. “How much has Owen told you about the stuff between us?”

April’s eyebrows narrowed. “Amelia, we’ve talked about this before. That’s not a fair question. You are both my friends, and I will help both of you as much as I am able, but it’s not fair for you to put me in the middle and make me choose whose confidence I should betray.”

Amelia nodded. “Right. Sorry. You’re right. That wasn’t a fair question. I guess I’m just looking for answers anywhere I can find them because I have no idea where to go from here. I told you about the conversation Owen and I had. I’m sure he gave you an earful about it.” April opened her mouth to respond, but Amelia continued before she could get any words out. “I’m not asking you to tell me what he said. I know that’s between you two. The point is, I know you know how he felt when I adopted Teddy.”

“Yeah, so what’s up now?” April questioned.

“Today was my first day dropping Teddy off.”

April’s face softened. She was always so empathetic. That was one of the things Amelia loved about her. “Amelia, I’m so sorry. I’m sure it’s been an emotional day.”

“It has, but that’s not even what I’m trying to work through right now. For that situation, I’m sure I just need time. For this one, I actually need to figure out what to do.”

April nodded. “Right, go on. What’s going on between you and Owen?”

“This morning I was in a consult with Maggie. Owen must have come in sometime in the middle of it without me noticing. I started telling Maggie about dropping Teddy off this morning, and Owen heard. I got out of the room as fast as I could so we wouldn’t have to touch that subject, but he came and found me later and asked me about Teddy. I told him he shouldn’t feel like he has to ask about Teddy, but he told me that he’s trying to get past his feelings because he doesn’t want this to ruin our relationship. And now I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to make him go there if it’s painful for him, but at the same time, he’s right: if we never talk about Teddy our relationship will be very superficial. Teddy is the most important thing in my life right now, and if we can’t talk about him then we can’t talk about a huge chunk of my life.”

“So what’s you question?” April asked.

“What do I do? He says he’s ready to try, but I don’t know how I do this without hurting him too much. How much can I say? Should I bring Teddy around him? How far is too far?”

April smiled. “The fact that you’re thinking so much about this means a lot. You’re doing something right if you’re working so hard to do this in the right way.”

Amelia huffed. “Thanks for the pep talk, Kepner, but that doesn’t really tell me what I should do.”

April shot her a mildly scornful look. “I was getting there if you’d be just a little patient.” “Sorry,” Amelia winced.

“I think you need to take steps that still give him some room to adjust to his comfort zone. Conversation should generally be pretty safe. Say whatever you’d say to anyone else, and let him tell you if it’s too much. He told you he wants to try, so let him try. As far as seeing Teddy, that’s going to be more intense. You’ll have to tread more carefully with that. Maybe have him over later in the evening. That way Teddy will be there, but he’ll be going to sleep pretty early in the night, so he can be in the nursery most of the time.”

Amelia nodded as she mulled over the idea in her mind. “That’s a good compromise. When should I try it?”

“Whenever you want. As a matter of fact, he just came down for lunch.” Amelia followed April’s gaze to the door and watched as Owen walked in. “You could ask him right now if you want to.”

Amelia felt her stomach drop. “Oh, I don’t know about-”

April abruptly stood out of her chair. “Good luck! Let me know how it goes.” With that, she went and threw away her trash before exiting the cafeteria, leaving Amelia alone to navigate the situation with Owen.

Amelia was still staring at the cafeteria doorway when Owen walked up to her table with a tray of food in his hands. “Mind if I sit here?” he asked.

“Of course not!” she said with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. She was nervous, but she didn’t want her nervousness to come off as dismissiveness.

He made no mention of her alarming level of enthusiasm. “So, how was your morning?” he asked. He made brief eye contact before looking back down at his lap. This was every bit as awkward as Amelia had imagined it would be.

“It was good,” she replied. She took a bite of her food to give her something to do. God, this felt like some corny teen movie to her. Real life couldn’t possibly be this uncomfortable. Nonetheless, she continued to chew and will herself to find a way to make this work out. After several minutes of awkward silence, she decided to go for it. “So, um, what are you doing tonight?”

“Excuse me?” he clarified, nearly choking on his food as he spoke.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight,” she said. She had decided that she was going for it, and there was no going back now. “I was thinking maybe you could come over tonight for dinner after work.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Um, yeah, I think that should work,” he said, trailing off at the end of the sentence. “What time were you thinking?”

“You get off at 6:00, right?” she confirmed. Owen merely nodded. “Great, so do I. I was thinking maybe you could give me a bit of time to get home and get dinner started.” She decided to leave out the part where that would also give her time to feed Teddy. She figured he didn’t need to be reminded of that detail at the moment. “Maybe come over at 7:30? Things should be good to go by then.”

Owen smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Amelia returned his smile. This all seemed to be going fairly well. “Okay, I’ll see you then,” she confirmed. She had finished her food at this point, and she figured it was best to call that a win and end the encounter before anything could get too weird. With a final nod and a smile, she stood up from the table and walked out of the cafeteria. Now she just had to make it through an afternoon of swirling thoughts about how the evening would go.

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jordan202 · 7 years ago

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And that is exactly WHY you are the best writer in the fandom. 🙏🏻❤️ No one can capture Owen and Amelia as you. And what the hell was that sciency delight? You turned me on! please, PLEASE tell me your updating Maybe This Time soon!

Sciency delight hahahahah

Thanks anon you are very sweet :) I doubt about being the best though, (i am not really competing 🧙🏻‍♀️🤓) but I appreciate the heartfelt compliment

I am gonna work on a new part asap :)

#omelia #omeliafics #omeliafanfic #maybe this time #owen hunt #amelia shepherd #greysanatomy

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amelia-blackshepherd · 7 years ago

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Who’s Got Game 2.0

So after last night and feeling devastated, I saw the promo for 14x06 and some how got an optimistic thought from it concerning Omelia. So here it goes, just a short little story.

“Are you dating anyone?” He gently questions, out of no where. Very little time has passed since we ended things, or well restarting them, or took a step back… I don’t really know what we are doing. It is not like we have talked about it, us.

“No.” I say not entirely certain where he is going with this conversation. Especially considering everything that has happened the past few weeks. Me being an ass to him, him ready to end things, discovering my tumor, having surgery, moving back home, ending our relationship.

Although the most confusing part is, him ending our relationship after I gave him a chance to be free and figure everything out, seeing as he “married a tumor.” Is our relationship over though, or are we simple taking a step back to figure us out, as individuals and as a couple. Maybe that is where this conversation is headed, I hope at least.

He smirks slightly when I say ‘no.’ And a lightbulb goes off in my head, we are starting over, we aren’t done! That relation gives me such happiness, but I don’t let on that I’ve figured out what he is doing. This time around I’m going to have some fun with this.

And hey, with my tumor gone, maybe, I’ll have my game back. I smirk back at him before testing him with my response, “But we could.” I hold eye contact with him, trying to read his mind as he processes my idea. I don’t really want to date anyone else, and I don’t think he does either. But it is too fun to tease him, to throw him off his game.

I see his smile fade as he tries to say something back and fails, clearly thrown off by my response. God, he is cute when he is confused and flustered. If we are restarting this flirtatious phase of our relationship, this time I have game too, I am going to win.

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mullersturtleneck · 8 years ago

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Basically it's my head canon that when Amelia and Owen have kids, and Amelia works late, she comes home to the kids all tucked into bed and always has to wake them up to say goodnight and I love you to them, no matter what time of night she gets home. Someone write this.

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the-hunts · 9 years ago

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It Doesn’t Matter

Prompt: Amelia’s sisters come to town and interfere with her relationships (professional and personal)

This inbox prompt collided perfectly with a pre-wedding pic I had planned. Here’s hoping everything goes well tonight. (Also two pics in one day?! Don’t get used to it lol)

Despite the late hour, Amelia sat at the sleek wooden table in the dimly-lit kitchen. She scanned through the list of cards in her hands, reading carefully over the names that quickly passed by her eyes. Her friends and co-workers had replied within days or a week of the invitations being sent out. Timing was of the utmost importance considering the short timeline she and Owen were working with. They had mutually agreed that a short engagement would be better - they wanted to get married so what was the point of waiting?

As she reached the end of the moderate stack, her shoulders slumped in disappointment. The crisp white pieces of paper fell on the table in front of her as she rested her head on her hands. Thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to figure out their reasoning, their insistence on making her life a living hell.

His heavy footfalls grew louder as he came to lean on the back of her chair, his large hands working the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck. Owen’s stubble itched against her cheek briefly as he planted a kiss there.

“You coming up to bed anytime soon? It’s getting pretty late,” He whispered gruffly in her ear.

Her hairs stood on end as his deep timbre ran a shiver through her body, oh the things this man did to her.

From her bent position she replied, not bothering to look up, “We’re getting married in five days.”

Despite not seeing his face she felt the smile forming on his lips, “We are. Only five days Mia, I can’t wait.”

His voice was giddy with excitement, something that would have made her want to jump his bones any other moment of the day. But not right now, not when things were so frustrating.

Sensing her dampened mood, Owen pulled her body closer to his, leaning his head on her shoulder. His words were soft and his breath tickled her ear, “What’s the matter?”

Amelia buried her face deeper in her hands, her words muffled by her skin, “My sisters.”

After a beat, Owen responded, “Meredith and Maggie?”

Tresses of her tousled hair swept across his cheek as she shook her head, “My sisters, as in the Shepherd sisters.”

Owen’s bright blue eyes widened in realization. He had only ever her tales and horror stories from Derek and Amelia about the infamous gaggle of women. As he pondered the idea of his fiancee’s sharp-tongued sisters, he realized she was waiting for him to respond.

“What about them?” he mumbled, afraid to upset his girl any further.

Amelia took in a shaky breath, trying not to let anger and disappointment well up inside her, “They haven’t responded. Not a single one of them.”

His mouth curved downward into a frown. Owen knew that despite Amelia’s complaints and jibes toward her sisters, she still looked for and wanted their acceptance. She was the youngest and no matter how hard she pushed the feelings away, she wanted them to be proud of the woman she had become.

His lips found her cheek again, pressing a kiss closer to the corner of her mouth, “Oh, Mia.”

She shook off his tenderness, her feisty attitude rearing its head, “No. I refuse to take this - I sat through each and every one of their awful weddings, they can at least have the decency to respond!”

With a newfound vigor she reached across the table for her cell phone, angrily punching in the code before scrolling down her list of contacts. She furiously added their names to a chat, her thumbs flying across the keyboard as she typed up her message.

To: Kathleen, Nancy (Evil Bitch), Lizzie

Amelia: Just wanted to say how disappointed I was to see that none of you have RSVP’d to my wedding. You’d think after all these years I’d at least deserve the courtesy of hearing a ‘no’ from you all. I suppose not.

She pressed the send button quickly, before she had time to back out of the impulsive decision. Over her shoulder she heard Owen whistle lowly.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” he joked huskily in her ear, a small tinge of worry creeping into his voice.

Amelia turned her head to face him, her lips smashing against his as her hand came to hold his head in place. A squeak bubbled up from his throat as she assaulted him with kisses. When she pulled away they were both breathless but smiling.

“I’m pretty confident you’re the only person who won’t get on my bad side,” she murmured sweetly, her cheeks flushed from their moment of passion.

“Not even when I’m naughty?” he growled in her ear, his irises darkening by the second.

“Especially not when you’re naughty,” she purred, her flush spreading as her ears sparkled in the low light.

A vibration in her hand interrupted their moment, bringing Amelia back to reality. Her eyes widened as she saw the name that popped up on the screen.

“Owen,” she whispered, her voice on edge as she swiped her thumb across the screen.

Nancy (Evil Bitch): Calm down Amy - no need to be dramatic, we were just discussing it. We’ve decided to fly down and see who this guy is - even Mom said that she barely knows him. Besides, we’ve barely seen you so god only knows what you’re doing these days. We land tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock sharp. See you then.

The couple sat in silence as they read the words on the tiny screen. Amelia face blanched significantly as she continued reading. The phone slipped from her hand as she fell back against the hard back of the chair, her head thumping against her soon-to-be-husband’s sturdy chest.

“Oh my god,” she whispered into the silent room.

Owen’s mind raced as he thought about the impending arrival of her sisters, his stomach churned uneasily. He looked down to his fiancee, finding her much in the same state of shock, “Amelia…”

“Oh my god!” She shrieked, her voice shrill as her breaths became shallower, “Owen, they’re coming here. Tomorrow!”

He came around the chair to kneel at her side, pulling on her hips to angle toward himself. He tried his best to shake the anxiety bubbling in his chest and plaster a smile on his face. As he opened his mouth to speak she interrupted him.

“You look physically pained,” she joked humourlessly.

He laughed lightly, “Well I can’t say I’m the most excited or prepared for your sisters’ impromptu visit.”

Amelia rolled her eyes, “Me either!”

An easy grin settled on his face as he watched her antics. He reached out to cover her hands with his, his thumbs rubbing over the expanse of skin. He pressed a gentle kiss against the palm of her hand before speaking, “Listen, it’s going to be ok. We’ll still have each other, and it’s not like they’re going to be staying here with us.”

As it turned out, Owen was wrong. Upon meeting the couple at the airport, they asked to be shown where they were staying.

“What?” Amelia choked, her coffee near spraying out of her mouth.

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Don’t be daft Amelia. We want to put our things away and see your home.”

“You think you’re staying with us?” the youngest sister questioned, her eyes going wide at the idea.

“Don’t make us sound like strangers you picked up off the street, we’re your family.” Nancy griped, not appreciative of her clueless sister.

Owen captured Amelia’s hand in his own, smiling down at her before meeting the gaze of the rest of the clan, “I think what Amelia meant to say was that we hadn’t really thought about where you were staying. Your arrival, while welcome, took us a bit by surprise.”

Nancy narrowed her eyes at the taller man, “I’m not sure why, we gave you ample notice.”

Amelia couldn’t help the involuntary snort that left her body. Owen immediately curled her closer, hoping to somehow protect her from her sister’s wrath.

Lizzie stepped forward, shooting a stern glance at both Nancy and Amelia before turning her attention to Owen, “Is that alright? Do you guys have room for us?”

“Or are you living in some sort of shack?” Nancy grumbled, only to be promptly cut off by a sharp jab to the ribs from Kathleen.

Owen could feel the anger radiating off Amelia. He rubbed his thumb of the sliver of skin by her hip, hoping to help remedy her frustration. He shot a thankful smile to Kathleen before answering, “We’d love to have you stay.”

Amelia continued for him, finally calm enough to speak again, “Yes, our new house has loads of space, Nancy.”

The venomous tone of her voice was enough to make Owen squeeze her a little tighter against his side, on the rare chance that she decided to attack her eldest sister.

Lizzie and Kathleen smiled encouragingly at the couple, “That sounds great, thank you.”

Amelia perked up ever so slightly as she chatted with Lizzie, the one biological sister she liked most. Lizzie was very neutral, something rare in a sea of stubborn, opinionated people. Owen and Amelia’s hands were clasped as they walked out of SeaTac to find where they had parked the truck.

The truck.

The realization that her sisters would be squishing in the back of the cab made Amelia both giddy and nauseous. She could only imagine the look of pure hatred of Nancy’s face as the bumped along the road to their new abode.

Amelia can hardly contain her look of absolute glee as Owen tossed her sisters’ luggage in the bed of the truck before opening the back door for them.

“This is cozy,” Kathleen announced as they began the drive home.

Owen met her eyes in the rearview and nodded apologetically, “Sorry about that - we hadn’t really thought about the fact that we’d all be driving back to the house.”

“I’m not sorry,” Amelia mumbled under her breath, earning an eyebrow raise from Owen.

Amelia couldn’t remember the last time she sat in the front while her sisters were behind her. She couldn’t help but be even more thankful for the man with one hand across her shoulders and another on the wheel. Turning her head she pressed a quick kiss against his hand, earning a smile from her fiancee and a series of groans from the back seat.

“Oh shut up back there, this is nothing,” the youngest Shepherd argued, her fierce eyes shooting daggers at her siblings.

She slid a hand across the seat to rest on Owen’s upper thigh, her fingers working to massage the muscle there. When he met her gaze she simply answered with a smile and a wink.

The morning sun had yet to arrive when the young surgeons woke to the beeping of their shared alarm. Despite their nuptials being only days away, the couple had decided to keep up regular work and surgical schedules. Amelia turned in Owen’s arms, nuzzling her face against his warm chest. Owen chuckled lightly, the vibrations shooting through them both.

“Good morning,” he crooned in her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.

From her place against his chest she released a muffled groan, unintelligibly cursing the early hour.

Owen’s hands ran circles over her back, his fingertips drawing lazy patterns against her spine over the soft cotton of her shirt. He lifted his body over hers, pressing kisses along the path his fingers had traced. Amelia moaned involuntarily, opening her legs to accommodate his hips. His chest pressed against her back lightly while his mouth nipped and laved over the creamy skin of her back where her shirt had slipped. With a few fingers he pushed her hair to the side of her neck, revealing a new area to explore.

Amelia grew impatient beneath the weight of his body, anxious to turn over and see him. In an instant she rolled over in the cage of his arms, her face now only millimetres away from his. A small hand reached up to tangle in his short locks, pulling his mouth to hers. Their hips found each other quickly, grinding slowly through the fabric of his boxers.

She pulled away from the kiss, her thumbs tracing over his cheekbones, “Maybe this morning won’t be so bad after all.”

Owen chuckled and leaned down to resume their kiss, his hand sneaking between them to massage the underside of her breast.

No more than a moment later there was a sharp rapping on their door, followed quickly by Lizzie’s voice, “Amelia?”

The woman in question pulled away from the steamy kiss she was locked in, angrily barking, “What!?”

There was mumbling from the other side of the door that sounded a lot like a snarky remark from Nancy before Lizzie spoke again, “We were just wondering if you wanted to have breakfast before we go out today?”

Amelia ran a hand over her face, “Go out where? I have work in an hour.”

“We need to go-” Lizzie started before being cut off by a pounding at the door.

“God damnit Amelia, come to the door!” Nancy growled.

Owen raised his eyebrows and bit back a smile before whispering, “Yikes.”

He dropped a kiss on her nose before rolling off of her body and walking into the en suite. Amelia sighed before throwing on a pair of Owen’s boxers and walking over to the door.

She flung it open in frustration, “Yes?”

Nancy scoffed at her appearance, “Night outfit there, Amy.”

Amelia narrowed her eyes at her eldest sister, “Don’t call me that.”

Lizzie tried to diffuse the tension, “As I was saying, we need to go to the boutique and get your wedding dress.”

“I already have one,” Amelia answered with a tight-lipped smile, “My wedding is in four days.”

Lizzie frowned while Nancy picked at her nails. Amelia heard the shower turn on in the bathroom behind her and sighed, “Anything else?”

“Can we see it?” Kathleen asked, appearing from down the hall.

Amelia shook her head, “No, I’ve got to shower because I’m scheduled for surgery and I need to get to work.”

“What about breakfast?” Lizzie asked, hoping to share a meal with her estranged sister.

“Cereal and bowls in the cupboard, milk in the fridge,” Amelia said with a strained smile.

Nancy scoffed, “Isn’t the shower already occupied?”

Amelia glanced behind her at the closed bathroom door before turning back with a wicked grin, “We’ll save water.”

With that, she closed the door on the horrified faces of her sisters before scampering away to meet Owen in the shower.

Amelia was happy to savour the peace and quiet of her OR. Her sisters had demanded to go to the hospital with her and Owen, which made for another very squished car ride. During rounds, her sisters followed her everywhere, asking questions incessantly. Despite not being neurosurgeons they were still a family of doctors, filled to the brim with questions on surgical techniques and treatment plans.

There was only one place where she could find salvation, the operating room.

The scrub nurse handed her a ten blade as they prepared to begin.

“Preparing to make the first incision,” Amelia announced.

As the blade was about to make contact with the skin a voice rang out from the speaker, “Isn’t a ten blade too large?”

Amelia froze as she slowly looked up to the gallery, finding the three familiar faces looking back at her. The bristled at the thought of them watching, “What are you doing here?”

“We wanted to see you operate,” Lizzie answered easily, as if watching brain surgery was the most normal thing to do.

Amelia let out a slow breath, “Who let you up there?”

“I told an intern that we were Shepherd’s family and he let us right up. Smart kid,” Nancy sneered.

One of the nurses looked to Amelia, “Would you like me to turn off the speaker?”

Amelia smiled behind her mask, “Yes, please.”

As she placed the final stitch, Amelia looked up to the gallery, finding it empty. The surgery had only lasted a few hours, so she thought her sisters would have stayed the duration. She frowned and asked if anyone had seen them leave, but no one had. Amelia thanked the staff before going to scrub out.

Quickly she tapped off a text to Owen.

Amelia: Have you seen my sisters anywhere?

To her surprise, he replied right away.

Owen: They cancelled my surgery and took me to lunch (an interrogation), currently hiding in the restroom.

Part of her wanted to be shocked at their gall but a larger part of her was furious - how dare they screw with his schedule?

Amelia: Fuck, sorry. I’ll call Lizzie and say I’m done - hopefully that’ll cut your lunch short.

Owen began typing immediately.

Owen: I knew I loved you for more than just your body.

Amelia snorted at his response before replying in kind. Scrolling through her contacts she found Lizzie quickly, hitting the small green call button.

It rang for a few seconds before Lizzie picked up, “Amy!”

Amelia shuddered involuntarily at the nickname but let it slide, “Hey Liz. I just finished surgery and thought we could head home for the day, but I’m not sure where you guys are.”

Lizzie fell for her feigned innocence in an instant, “Sorry, we stole Owen for lunch. We’ve just arrived though, so we can cut it early and swing by to get you, ok?”

Amelia rolled her eyes, “Sounds good. See you soon.”

The ride home was uncomfortable to say the least. As they were walking up the path to the house, Kathleen tapped Amelia’s shoulder, “Amy, we need to talk.”

Amelia fought the urge to roll her eyes. She nodded quickly before following Owen into the master bedroom. He immediately opened up his arms to her, pulling her in fron a tight hug.

“Are you gonna run away now? Did they scare you off?” she mumbled into his chest.

“I think they’ll be disappointed to hear me say no,” Owen chuckled, pressing a kiss against the top of her head.

She sighed deeply before releasing him to get changed, “So what did they say?”

Owen was silent for a moment before responding, “It doesn’t matter.”

Amelia paused what she was doing, turning to face him fully, “Owen. What did they say to you?”

He scratched the back of his neck as his shoulder sagged, “They just uh, brought up some things about your past.”

She froze in her place, “Things that you knew?”

He looked at her over his shoulder, “Mostly.”

Amelia sat down on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands. Owen frowned as he came to kneel in front of her, slowly peeling her hands back, “It’s okay Amelia, I’m not running. I’m not afraid. I love you.”

She dropped her head onto his shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Owen.”

He wrapped his arms around her, “Don’t be. I’m only upset that they told me before you chose to. It wasn’t their place to say anything.”

Amelia pressed a kiss to his neck before pulling away.

“Welcome to the last thirty years of my life,” she said dryly.

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door.

“Amy? Can we talk to you?” Lizzie’s voice said.

She groaned internally before answering, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen. Give me a minute.”

Her sisters were all sitting around the table talking quietly when she entered. Amelia sat down quickly as she looked around, “What do you want to talk to me about?”

Kathleen was first to speak, “We have a few concerns.”

Amelia sighed, “About?”

“Owen. And this marriage,” Nancy filled in, her eyes staring her youngest sister down.

“We’re just not sure he can support you properly. Maybe you’re just not right for each other,” Kathleen continued.

“Support me? What is this, the 1950’s?” Amelia fumed.

“We meant emotionally, Amy. Meredith said that he has a few issues of his own,” Lizzie said quietly, the corners of her lips downturned.

Amelia was shocked, “Meredith?”

Nancy nodded easily, “Since you wouldn’t tell us anything, we went to her. Did you know he has PTSD? That he nearly killed his last wife?”

Amelia stood up from the table and paced the area for a moment, trying not to let her sisters get to her. She returned to the table and sat down calmly.

“Yes. I knew about his PTSD and the extent of his episodes. It’s something he can’t fully control. We’re working on it. Together,” she answered honestly.

“Don’t you think that it might be easier to be with someone simpler, someone less flawed, someone-” Kathleen asked before being cut off.

“I’m going to stop you there,” Amelia interrupted, “Good relationships aren’t easy. They take work. Owen is worth any amount of work. He is worth it. I know he’s not perfect, but neither am I. No one is. What would make this easier would be to have a supportive family.”

“We’re just trying to look out for you,” Lizzie said.

Amelia sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “But I didn’t ask you to. And I don’t need you to. So if you’re going to be this way towards Owen, I will kindly revoke my invitation now.”

Nancy rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Drama queen.”

Amelia’s head snapped to face her, “What was that?”

“Nothing Amy, just forget it. I think we’ll be on our way,” Kathleen answered, elbowing Nancy lightly.

Amelia nodded from the table, looking down at her hands.

Owen entered the kitchen to find his fiancee all alone.

“Where did your sisters go?” He whispered in her ear as he pressed a kiss against her cheek.

“They went to pack, they’re leaving. Not coming to the wedding,” Amelia whispered.

Owen leaned against the table beside her, “I’m so sorry Amelia, was it because of me?”

She shook her head, “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” he fought back, “I don’t want to drive a wedge between you and your family.”

They were silent for a minute before she came to stand in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs. Leaning in, she kissed his lips deeply, pouring all her emotion into the single action.

“The only thing that matters to me, is that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. So all this other crap - my sisters, and everyone else, they don’t matter. This is our wedding, Owen. So tell me, are you going to be there?” Amelia asked softly, her cheeks flushed.

He smiled easily as his hands came to hold her waist, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Amelia leaned in to kiss him, “Perfect. That’s all that matters.”

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thehotchners · 4 years ago

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A/N: this about Amelia saying that she thinks about getting high but to Owen.

Amelia was sitting at the chair in the table. Link had left a while before and they got into a huge fight about her saying no to him about his proposal . She is not ready to get married nor she wants to. Owen had his day off so he proposed coming to keep her company to which she agreed too.

Owen had found her silent and he was there right now making her tea. Once it was ready he sat next to her and handed the mug to her "here you go"he said softly and sat down next to her holding her hand "thank you"she smiled softly

"so what's up?"he asked "link proposed. and I freaked out and said no"she said. He just looked at her "which I don't regret because I don't want to marry him. He doesn't make happy,it's just seems..forced"she continued "and just because we have a baby doesn't mean I have to stay with him"she said "plus his mum made him propose and he also said that he needs to know that I'm gonna stay sober and made sure I will not relapse"she said

Owen looked at her "wow"he said "I- He definitely had to right to tell you about the part of your sobriety Amelia. I know who important it is to you and I know how hard you try not to relapse and I'm very very proud of you"he said giving her his significant smile. She smiled softly "thank you,it means a lot to me"she said "Owen.."she said wanting to tell him something that has been in her mind for days "what's up?"he asked

"Every day for a lot of days now I go bed thinking about getting high and I wake up thinking about getting high and.. sometimes in the middle of feeding Scout I zone out and think about getting high"she finished saying. Owen gave her his significant head tilt and got up making her get up and picked her in his arms. "Amelia"he whispered,looking in her eyes and she set her down on the couch and held her "In so proud of you. I hope you now that. You've been sober for so long and you been through so much without drugs and I'm very proud of the person you've become"he said and she sniffed and smiled through her tears. "Thank you"she sniffed "Come on let's wipe those tears"he said and wiped her tears

"I want you to know that whenever you have these thoughts whenever and I mean it just call me whenever" he said and she smiled "thank you"she said softly. "Owen is it bad?"she asked "No, it's not you are thinking about it,it would be bad if you bought drugs and took them then it would be bad.That was Amelia in the past.This Amelia have been passed that point"he said honestly. "You are being honest. Thank you"she said. "Remember the time after Derek died that I was in the verge of taking drugs and you stopped me?"she asked "I've never been more thankful to anyone"she said "so thank you once again for the millionth time" she said and rubbed his arm up and down with her hand

"Take a nap I got the kids,you seem tired taking care of kids alone"he said "thank you"she said and lied in his arms and he held her rubbing her back until she fell asleep. Some time later Scout woke up crying and Owen got up carefully going to the baby. "What's the matter?"he asked as he soother the baby "uncle Owen!"a voice called him "hey zola what's wrong?"he asked as he placed the asleep again baby to his crib and walked with zola to her room "is mum going to be okay?because I heard auntie Amelia saying something"she said "your mom is gonna be okay.We took her off the vent yesterday and she's breathing g on her own which if good"he said and she hugged her uncle. Them Bailey and Ellis and walked in "uncle Owen!"they said and they hugged him too "can we play outside?"they asked. "Sure come on" he said.

As they walked downstairs he kissed Amelia on the forehead "I'm heading outside to play with the kids"he mumbled "alright"she mumbled softly. Hours had passed and Owen and the kids were still playing.Amelia went out with Scout. "Hey"she smiled "hey"Owen said "Uncle Owen can I ask you a question?" zola asked him "of course"he said "do you love auntie Amy?"she asked.Owen looked at Amelia and simply smiled at the little girl "I do , and sometimes when you love someone you gotta let go because you want them to be happy even if it's not with you"

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sircraigyferguson · 9 years ago

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Hey guys, here is just a little fun story from Omelia life, hope you like it))

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latetothegreysparty · 6 years ago

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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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