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Hey everyone!

Long time, no see! I know I haven’t posted in FOREVER, and I have no reason but life getting in the way of my thinking. Right now, I’m trying to get back into the creative process and I want to start writing again. What I’m going to do is leave this account and just create an entire new one because I really want to start over from scratch. I want to forget about all of my stories that I’ve already written and posted and just leave them like they never existed. So, here in the next day or two I’m going to try and get a new account set up, and I’m hoping all of my amazing followers will follow me over to my new account! Once I get it all set up and ready to go, I’ll start writing again and hopefully posting my stories! I’m aiming to make them 100% better than my last ones were. If y’all have any ideas about stories I should do, please feel free to send them my way! I love you all and I’ll see you soon! 💗💗

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Tiny Waveforms

Hi! Initially I wasn’t going to post a fic before the one I am still writing that is heavily focused on baby Christopher and Amelia but ever since Caterina announced her pregnancy last week; inspiration for this one happened and I just started writing. And having watched the newest episode; I am so happy to have more inspiration! If anyone is interested in me writing a part two; I would be happy to do so! Here is “Tiny Waveforms,” please enjoy!

Deep exhaustion had been a regular occurrence in the brunette’s life since Carina DeLuca confirmed her pregnancy on the dreadful night that she simply wanted a threesome due to her undiscovered hormones, but despite the regular feeling; Amelia pushed through every day and night that passed by. Over the course of her work day, the neurosurgeon never allowed herself to appear tired around her patients or the rest of the hospital staff and most certainly not Link; because she felt as though she was weak and people might have gotten the idea that she couldn’t handle being pregnant or even worse; a mother. During the nighttime when she was in the comfort of Meredith Grey’s rather large home or in an elevator by herself and no blonde orthopedic surgeon in sight; were the only times Amelia felt okay with being exhausted. Part of her had wished that while she had been pregnant with her baby boy; that she appreciated the waves crashing on the surface more often than what she had done.

Also throughout her entire pregnancy since Carina confirmed her fears once again; the brunette’s mental health had been an up and down motion, mainly due to the constant mood swings she would express to certain people. The ones who knew about her past pregnancy, with Link she remained positive but when it was late at night and could not fall asleep; she shared her scariest thoughts with Maggie which lead to several tears shed from both sisters. Everything around the hospital felt silent and few familiar surgeons walked the halls due to Miranda Bailey firing nearly everyone due to an insurance fraud investigation earlier that year; but regardless, the brunette stepped onto the elevator which was stopped by the last person she needed to see in that current moment.

“Hey Pumpkin; how’s our Little Peanut treating you tonight? I am sad and sorry that I barely got to see you today, let’s go home and have some weighted blanket bonding time then afterwards we could indulge in some leftover Halloween candy from one of the kids’ candy buckets.” Link playfully suggested in an almost whispered tone to Amelia as he snuck his left hand around her waist and his opposite hand on her small yet round stomach. Anxiousness and discomfort built inside of the neurosurgeon as she felt the placement of his hands; the growing pains she had been secretly feeling for three days prior and anxiety from the constant movements of his hands that were slowly reaching down further.

“Link; please I am in a lot of pain and not really in the mood. But I’ll see you at Meredith’s; okay?” Amelia shakingly informed Link, as she pushed her body away from him and backed up, but beamed a fake smile on her face to balance the mood.

Before the blonde orthopedic surgeon had a moment to ask the pregnant woman what he had done wrong and if she was alright, he watched her walk as fast as she could away from the elevator and pressed the downwards button to make his way to the hospital’s parking garage.

“Yeah; sure. See you at Meredith’s.” Link scoffed in reply to the neurosurgeon as the heavy doors started to close before he was able to glance at what direction Amelia had walked towards.

From afar at a nearby nurses’ station the male trauma surgeon made notes in his recent patient’s chart and recognized the brunette who sat alone in one of the chairs which the hospital’s visitors sat in as they waited for their family members to come out of surgery. Owen attempted to appear not visible until the feeling ate him alive. He placed the electronic tablet down on the counter and casually sat in the seat next to the one she occupied, and remained silent.

“What are you doing here so late?” The brunette softly pointed out to the male trauma surgeon who had his hands in his pocket while she held her knees close to her stomach.

“Ever since Leo and I moved out of Teddy’s house, my Mom watches him more often while I spend most of my nights here also since Bailey went and fired everybody, I am one of the only guys here these days.”

Confusion washed over the young neurosurgeon’s face once hearing what her friend and colleague told her, she then looked into the distance before focusing back on the man.

“Owen; what are you talking about? How could she do that? You and her have a new baby together, and didn’t you just buy her a house after selling ours?” Amelia questioned Owen; feeling genuinely confused how the blonde cardiothoracic surgeon could do something like that to her apparent boyfriend.

“That’s another thing Teddy decided to inform me in on; that Allison isn't my daughter. She said one night a man living in Germany called asking about how her pregnancy was going. The love I had for her was built on a lie.” The redhead angrily expressed to Amelia who continued listening to him, afraid of what her facial expression might have been; Owen slowly turned his head to look at Amelia. Her face was neutral, understanding and filled with an indescribable amount of love; almost as much as it did throughout their relationship.

“Are you going to fight for her? Owen, you have always wanted her in your life and you still have time to get her back.” The brunette sympathetically challenged Owen as she now looked deep into his eyes and noticed the similar pain she had been feeling the past several months.

“You know he calls you Mama whenever he sees a picture of you or across the hallway but too distracted with a patient. He knows that Teddy isn’t his mother.”

Suddenly tears sprung to Amelia’s crystal sky blue eyes and fell faster than she could wipe away with the flat part of her hand, once hearing the confession of Owen’s and the small action Leo had been doing but she never sees; her heart felt as though it was breaking, after thinking about the life her and Owen had built together.

“He does?” The brunette tearfully interrupted only to be matched with the male trauma surgeon lovingly nod his head in reply and matched her soft smile. Moments went on before Owen retrieved the tissue box on the end table near them and offered a tissue for Amelia to dry her tears.

“Are you okay?” Owen questioned while he watched her intently, mirroring the time when she had been listening to Derek’s last voicemail for his wife.

“Yeah.” The young neurosurgeon simply replied after wiping the tears away from her now tear stained cheek before glancing at the thin watch on her small wrist. She removed herself from the seated position she was in and watched Owen who still sat in the chair.

“I know the situation is a little awkward but do you want to come to my ultrasound appointment with me? I have been too terrified to go with Link and all his positivity. And going alone is an actual nightmare to me.” Amelia explained to Owen before she nervously awaited his reply; instead of frustration or anger, his face softened as he also removed himself from the chair he had been sitting in. The man smiled.

“If that’s what you want. I would love to.”

Once hearing his response the brunette began to make her way towards Carina DeLuca’s office and examination room along with Owen next to her down the halls. Inside of the male trauma surgeon’s mind played out memories of the past four and a half years with the brunette; from their moments in the on call rooms to their last night together in each other’s arms on the large king size mattress he regretted selling. Before he could begin to ask Amelia a question, the two arrived at the door of Carina’s office.

“Here I am for my ultrasound and beyond terrified.” Amelia casually admitted to the female Italian who sat at her desk, heavily engrossed in a stack of paperwork in front and plate of food beside her. Carina glanced up and softly smiled at the brunette.

“Amelia, I promise you that you and your little baby are perfectly healthy. Go on and get changed.” The other brunette encouraged in her strong Italian accent before she noticed Owen standing back a little further while he smiled at the two women interacting. Carina then invited the male trauma surgeon into her office as they both awaited the neurosurgeon to dress into her street clothing before the ultrasound.

“Has Amelia told you anything about her pregnancy so far?” The slim Italian asked Owen who sat across from her as she took a bite out of the muffin she had been eating.

“Her and I talked about how we want to continue being a family regardless of the situation. Why? What makes you ask?” Owen wondered with curiosity in his tone as he folded his arms over her chest.

“Dr. Shepherd came to my office the other night and talked about how several weeks ago she watched Dr. Lincoln take a form of narcotics for knee pain or something like that. He took a nap but apparently he was disoriented when he woke up. Do you know why this would upset Dr. Shepherd and cause her to be exhausted all the time these days?”

Owen swallowed the large lump in his throat as he listened to what the middle aged Italian woman was telling him. He remembered the story Amelia had told him three years before, and about her dead fiancé who had overdosed on narcotics then never woke up ever again. The male trauma surgeon knew that the man In the time that Amelia and Owen had not been together, he felt as though he needed to educate himself more on the topic of addiction and how to support those battling the disease daily; in that research, he had learned to never disclose of another person’s recovery unless it is fine with the person affected.

“Amelia has been through a lot before we met, but that is not my story to tell. She doesn’t talk about it much; I will keep my eyes on her.” The man concerned and informed Carina before he felt the presence of Amelia behind him.

Once noticing the brunette, Carina smiled in her direction and received a small smile signaling that she was ready to make their way to the examination room. Owen removed himself from the chair and walked slightly behind the two women before she felt Amelia’s soft hand reach for his, to most her gesture was small and meaningless but to them it was just part of their strong connection with one another. Entering the room; Amelia quietly and carefully sat on the cloth covered bed for Carina to begin the ultrasound as anxiety made its return internally.

“Could someone maybe, I don’t know, tell me something to take my mind off of the storm that’s inside of my mind right now?” The brunette shyly requested of either the Italian or male trauma surgeon that occupied the room with her, the redhead had sensed the anxiousness as he held her hand in the hallway but remained calm for Amelia. Owen cleared his throat as he watched Carina retrieve the ultrasound doppler.

“Did I tell you about how Leo learned what finger paint is in daycare the other day?” Owen asked Amelia with excitement and pride heavy in his question. Both Carina and Owen saw the brunette placed her arm behind her head as head rest support and smiled.

“No. How did that go?”

“Well, he is now obsessed with the color red and has his hands in paint almost all the time now. I am pretty sure that he forgets that other colors exist.” Owen happily informed the woman resting on the table as a proud smile shined on his face.

Genuine happiness reflected on Amelia's face as she beamed a wide smile at her son’s latest obsession was and hearing the male trauma surgeon’s laugh afterwards. Since meeting Owen, Amelia had always been in love with his deep yet unique laughter, that continued to make her laugh four and a half years later.

“Okay, Amelia. This might be a little cold.” Carina interrupted the two as she held onto the small bottle of blue gel, the brunette nodded her head in response. Without a moment to think; Owen reached out his hand for Amelia to hold onto and was as expected, matched with hers.

Both Amelia and Owen intently stared at the monitor beside Carina and marveled simultaneously at the baby that appeared. The tiny hands from the forming round abdomen area and growing feet; everything felt perfect. Tears sprung to the brunette’s eyes as she stared at the image over and over again, she cleared her throat before speaking for the first time since making their way back to the room.

“Could you maybe focus on his or her brain?” Amelia tearfully requested of the female obstetrician and held her breath in, causing Owen to grasp her hand tighter as he noticed more anxiousness. Carina fulfilled the request to focus on the healthy and perfect frontal lobe; which caused more tears to fall down rapidly her already tear stained cheeks.

“That’s a brain.” The young neurosurgeon shockingly told herself under her breath so neither Carina or Owen could hear and took his hand closer to her lips than softly kissed it. He smiled at the small gesture.

“Your baby looks perfect; Amelia. Congratulations Amelia and Owen.” Carina joyfully congratulated the two but were matched with confused faces from both Owen and Amelia. The brunette gingerly sat from her laying position to look back and forth at Carina.

“Carina; this is Link’s baby, Owen is only here for support.” Amelia almost defensively told the other brunette and had Owen in agreeance. The brunette smiled after feeling uncomfortable.

“Based on the gestation age of what the ultrasound had listed was six and a half months pregnant; you had mentioned to me that Owen and you had not slept together in seven months. Amelia; I tell you as your OB, there is no possible way that this is Link’s baby. Congratulations Owen.”

Thank you so much for reading!

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I have a very specific set of skills.

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Don’t you stop loving me  Don’t quit loving me Just start loving me

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You know that part in movies where the main character turns on their car radio and the song that’s playing slowly fades in and becomes the movies background music? I like that

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Amelia Shepherd being a cute little bean in 16x04 - “It’s Raining Men”

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They both look so good. Then again, when do they not look amazing?

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One more thing:

Yes, Link is doing great in being supportive! But if I see one more person claiming Owen has never been supportive and wouldn't be now? I swear, although he and I aren't in a good place right now, I'll rip your throat off! THAT MAN HAS BEEN SUPPORTIVE OF HER FOR THE LAST 4 YEARS, JUST LIKE SHE WAS OF HIM.

Good night.

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Ever just want to watch fanfiction

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oh no no dont worry about me, the fic is great! hope things turn out well for them in ur fic!!!

Thank you!

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im crying from the latest update of the sun's gonna rise again );

You should probably have tissues ready when you read this story! Maybe I should post a warning? 🤔 thank you for reading!

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The Sun’s Gonna Rise Again

Part Two

3am

“Amelia.. hey. Wake up.”

Amelia jumped, startled by Owen’s voice, which was probably too loud for that time of night. She looked up at him, breathless and sweating. She had been having a nightmare, and she didn’t even realize it. It was so real. She felt it. She could feel everything.

“You were having a nightmare.” Owen said softly as he laid back down beside her.

Amelia sat up and ran her hand through her hair. Her heart was racing; her head was pounding. “How long?” She asked, still out of breath.

“Not as long as last night. I heard you a while ago talking in your sleep, but you stopped, so I didn’t bother you.” He said softly. He looked up at her and took in a breath. “Same one?” He asked.

Amelia nodded and ran her hands down across her face. “Yeah. It’s always the same one.” She said quietly.

It had been almost a week since the accident, and every night since, Amelia had been having the same dream. It wasn’t like a dream, though; it was like the whole thing was playing out right in front of her eyes and she couldn’t stop it. She saw the car coming towards them and she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t save her kids. Couldn’t keep them from getting hurt. And she hated herself for that. The house was too quiet. Too still. It felt like she was going in slow motion while the world moved so quickly around her. She didn’t know what to do. Owen was so angry; angrier than she’d ever seen. He snapped at her sometimes, but he mostly just took it out on people at work. Which she hated, but she couldn’t stop him. She was honestly surprised Bailey hadn’t said anything to him about his attitude at work.

All of their friends at work were so supportive of them, and it meant the world to Amelia. She was so grateful for them. She didn’t know how she was getting through this. It was hard and she just wanted to climb into the bathtub and hide, but she was strong. She had to stay strong, for her kids. Even though they were gone, she still had to be strong for them. Bailey told them to take some time off for themselves to grieve their children, but neither of them wanted to. Amelia didn’t want to just sit at home and do nothing. She couldn’t do that. She’d think too much and right now, she couldn’t afford to do that. It just seemed like Owen was mad at her all the time and she knew that anger was one of the five stages of grief, but it still hurt. It was hard. Her husband wouldn’t talk to her. He wouldn’t look at her. She didn’t know if he was ashamed because of what happened or if he was blaming her, and the thought of that scared her to death.

“How long have you been awake?” Amelia asked, her voice soft.

“I never went to sleep.” Owen said.

“Owen, you can’t keep doing that.” She said as she looked down at him. “If you’re going to work, you need to sleep. You can’t operate like that. What if–”

“I kill someone?” Owen interrupted. “So what if I do?” He said as he sat up. “Why should I care?”

“Owen, you can’t do that. You can’t take your anger out on everyone else. On innocent people.” She said.

“My kids were innocent. And look what happened to them. Someone killed them. And they don’t care.” He snapped.

“Our kids. They were our kids. Not just yours. And you’re not the only who’s grieving–”

“Really? What– are you? Because I haven’t seen a single reaction from you since the day it happened. You’re just there. Stone cold.” Owen said. “How can you sit there like that? Like everything is fine. It’s not fine, Amelia.”

“I know! God, don’t you think I know that?” Amelia snapped. “I have to sit here and listen to you scream and yell and take things out on me and complete strangers at work because everything is not fine. I am not the enemy here, but you’re acting like I’m the one that was behind the wheel of the car that cost us our kids. I’m your wife, Owen. And just because I’m not sitting here crying my eyes out over our kids, doesn’t mean I don’t miss them. It doesn’t mean I don’t care. I’m grieving, too.”

* * *

4:15pm

“Shepherd? What are you doing here?”

Amelia turned to see Bailey walking toward her as she stood by the nurses’ station filling in a patient’s chart. “I work here.” She said softly.

“You’re not on call today.” Bailey said. “You should be at home. Getting ready.”

“For what?” Amelia asked as she looked at her boss, genuinely confused.

Bailey took a breath and let it out slowly as she looked around. She took a few steps toward her and lowered her voice. “The funeral...” She said. “It’s today.. did you–”

“Forget?” Amelia interrupted. “How could I?” She asked. “It’s not every day you forget something like that.” She said with a sigh. “Besides, it’s not for a while anyway. I still have time.” She said.

“Sweetie, it’s 4:15..” Bailey spoke softly.

Amelia looked at her, her eyes wide. “What? No.. there’s no way.” She said softly. “How did I–? I swear I thought it was earlier...” She whispered.

Bailey took in a breath and let it out slowly. The funeral was at six at the funeral home just down the road from the hospital. “Have you had anything to eat?” Bailey asked softly.

Amelia looked at her again and sighed. “I had breakfast...” She said.

“What?”

“Just some toast.. I can’t eat anything else without getting sick..” She whispered.

Bailey nodded and gently took the tablet from her hands. She set it down, then she looked up at Amelia again. “Let’s go get you something to eat.” She said softly. “Then I’ll take you home so you can get ready.” She said.

Amelia nodded and let out a long breath as she and Bailey walked away from the nurses’ station. She had no idea how she’d let the entire day go by without her knowledge. Maybe it was because he hadn’t slept much. She didn’t feel like herself anymore, but who could blame her?

* * *

5:45pm

“There you are. Thank God. I’ve been calling and texting all evening...”

Amelia looked up as Owen walked up to them as they entered the funeral home. He looked nice. She didn’t get to see him all dressed up very often. She just wished it was under better circumstances.

Bailey looked up at Owen and took in a breath. “She was at the hospital. She lost track of time, so I drove her home and stayed with her while she got ready.” She said.

Owen nodded. “Thanks, Bailey.” He said softly.

Bailey nodded and put her hand on Amelia’s arm before she walked away to find a seat. When she was gone, Amelia looked up at her husband and sighed. “I’m–”

“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” He said. “For anything.”

She nodded once and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before she took his outstretched hand and walked with him up to the front. She had been to so many funerals in her lifetime, Amelia was seriously getting sick of them.

As they walked up to where the two caskets were in front, Amelia stopped at the small one first. Instead of having two separate funerals for them, they just decided to have one and put both caskets in the same room. It was easier that way. Both of them were open; even with the extent of Leo’s injuries, Jackson had made it his personal mission to make sure he still looked like Leo when he was done. And he did. He looked like Leo. Amelia took a deep breath as she touched her little boy’s soft cheek. She wished she could look into his eyes one more time. Give him one more hug. She loved his hugs. He would always run up to her after work and give her one of the best hugs she’d ever had. Amelia leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Leo’s forehead and lingered there for a moment.

“Mommy loves you, Leo. So much.” She whispered softly before she pulled back again. She looked at Owen and squeezed his hand gently before she let go and walked over to Betty’s casket, leaving Owen standing by Leo’s. He needed to say his goodbyes, too, and she didn’t want to be in the way of that. When she got to Betty’s casket, she sighed again and touched the teenager’s hair. It was soft, shiny. Not like it was that day. She leaned down and kissed her forehead as well. “Take care of our boy.” She whispered. “I love you.”

When Amelia was done, she stood by and waited for Owen, and when he was done, they walked to their seats together, hand in hand. This was the most they’d touched since the accident. Amelia was surprised they were still sleeping in the same bed. It was like they were afraid to touch. Like one of them would break. But, it didn’t matter because they were already broken.

Thank you all so much for reading! I know this chapter was a bit short; I hadn’t planned on it being this short, but with what happens next, I didn’t want to put it all in the same chapter. Hope you enjoy and please leave me reviews as always!

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Escaping the Danger Zone Part 4

Hello! Four chapters in and it still makes me very happy to see that everyone is still enjoying this story! This is the first chapter not to feature a flashback moment but I hope it is enjoyable regardless. Here is the fourth part of “Escaping the Danger Zone,” please enjoy!

Feeling as though his eyelids were weighed down by a pile of the heaviest of bricks, Owen held onto the thin strap of his leather brown briefcase as he made his way to a close by elevator to retrieve some dinner and returning home after an exhaustive shift. Before he clicked the downward pointing arrow to take him to the parking garage of Grey Sloan Memorial, the trauma surgeon glanced up and spotted Amelia from afar getting on the opposite elevator. Confused and unsure as to why his best friend was in the same hospital she had yet to receive surgical privileges in so he ran over to where she was standing and entered the doors.

“Amelia; is everything okay?” Owen asked Amelia who had stationary tears in her eyes, like many times since being rescued, she simply nodded her head but didn’t speak. He quickly became concerned again when he noticed one of the many tears stream out. Pulling herself from staring at the floor, Amelia began to talk.

“Did you talk to Derek yet?” The female double board certified trauma surgeon questioned her friend after wiping away the fallen tears away and sniffed, she then smiled at Owen. He shook his head.

“Meredith had the baby, and he is beautiful.” Amelia told Owen before she smiled widely once more. The man breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what the brunette had to say.

“That’s great! Congratulations; Amelia!” Owen happily said to Amelia. Before she could thank him, the red headed trauma surgeon carefully hugged her by lifting her a few inches off the ground as they continued to stand in the elevator, celebrating the new life brought into this world.

Once the elevator indicated they had reached the obstetrics floor by ringing out, Owen reached over and took Amelia’s hand into his as she reciprocated the touch they stepped off the elevator. Both with smiles on their faces.

“Hi; my brother, Dr. Derek Shepherd and his wife had their son about six hours ago. Could you tell me what room she is in so we can visit them?” Amelia questioned the young receptionist in pink scrubs at the main nurses station, she smiled.

“Of course; she is room thirty five.” The black haired woman told the brunette as she looked at her computer screen to confirm the location.

Seconds after being told a room number the general surgeon was resting in, Owen and Amelia continued to walk hand in hand down the dim and somewhat empty hallway. Owen watched the excitement build within the brunette, who had loved babies for as long as he knew her; also despair lingered as he deeply wished that it was her with the new baby. Their new baby. Choosing not to focus on the despair aspect; both trauma surgeons made it into the room and quietly knocked on the door which was opened by Derek.

“Hi Bailey!” Amelia softly said once hugging her big brother and saw her small nephew resting in Meredith’s arms. Staying behind the brunette, Owen also hugged and congratulated Derek after put his briefcase down on the visitors couch. Seconds after retrieving her small nephew from the general surgeon, Amelia sat in the giant khaki colored chair near bedside.

“Derek; he looks so much like Dad.” The younger Shepherd told her brother as she continued to admire every tiny feature of the small baby boy. She kissed Bailey on the top of his head filled with small light blonde hairs, without glancing up. Tears once more built in her eyes while thinking about her father and his murder.

“That is the first thing I told Mer after seeing him for the first time.” Derek responded back to Amelia as he saw the male trauma surgeon stand behind the chair, Amelia sat on. Owen switched his glances back and forth between Derek Bailey and Amelia.

Hours since visiting the family in the hospital, both trauma surgeons made it home and Owen opened the door. He allowed Amelia to walk in first and she hung up her light sweater she had been wearing while the man put his briefcase and bagged dinner on the wooden table.

“Just let me know when you need any help.” Owen told Amelia as he saw her walk towards the bathroom on the left side of his apartment. Upon her walking in the next room, the red headed trauma surgeon removed the warm food from a cardboard textured bag.

“Okay.”

Moments had passed until Owen heard the brunette’s voice call for him, he instantly removed himself from watching the football game on television and made his way into the bathroom. Continuing their daily routine since the woman returned home, Amelia lifted her shirt slightly which exposed her small figure as she stood in front of the mirror. Owen opened one of the cabinet doors above where the were standing to grab a pair of scissors and white bandage.

“How does it look today?” The brunette questioned her best friend, while he placed the first part of the bandage on around her visible and bruised rib cage.

“It is healing wonderfully; Amelia! Maybe two or three weeks yet.” Owen honestly told Amelia, as he glanced at the several bruises covering her abdomen, ribs and back area. Although she didn’t say anything, he knew her thoughts about wishing that none of it still remained on her body.

Once he finished placing the bandage on Amelia, Owen returned the scissors to their respective location and watched as the brunette place her shirt back down before he made his way out towards the living and dining area. The redhead trauma surgeon looked behind him and noticed Amelia wasn’t behind him instead she was in his bedroom. She glanced up and down the wall which several photographs rested on.

“That was the day I knew I was in love with you.” Owen said as he also glanced at the photographs, directly staring at the one from their memorable Thanksgiving festivities the year of the disappearance. Amelia smiled at the memory.

“Then I told you that I knew for a fact that one day we would get married.” Amelia continued the conversation Owen started before she looked at him with love in her eyes, causing the trauma surgeon to now smile. The man walked over closer to her and held her hands, seconds before he ran into his bedroom. Quiet but somewhat recklessly Owen rummaged through his nightstand and his hand finally landed on the small object he had been looking for, he then walked back to the bedroom.

“What are you doing, Owen?” The brunette questioned her best friend in a laughing tone as she saw him walk back towards her.

“The thing I should have done a long time ago.”

Owen told Amelia before positioning himself on one knee and opened the black box, which revealed a bright diamond ring with gold banding. Her brain took a few seconds to process what was happening but once it did, she allowed a gasp escape from her mouth.

“Are you-?” Was the only questioned capable to ask the male trauma surgeon before he told her his declaration.

“Amelia; I have loved you since the minute I met you as my best friend. And it wasn’t until we were over in Iraq that I realized that you are the woman I am meant to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?” Owen asked Amelia who continuously nodded her head and smiled brightly.

“Yes; of course!” The brunette said before giving the man an opportunity to stand on his own two feet and kissed his lips while touching the facial hair on his cheeks.

He then stood to commit himself with the kiss Amelia began. The kiss was soft and beautiful, as if the world around them no longer existed. Both of them had been waiting their entire friendship for this moment. Whenever they were around each other, it was like their souls were connected.

Thank you so much for reading the fourth part!

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In the meantime, we are friends.

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Amelia Shepherd: is pregnant

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Private practice fans having ptsd from what happened with her last pregnancy: