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[leowenila]

A RETURN

“They like to kick you when you’re down, they like you better when you’re on the ground and up until now I have never made a sound... hey. Hey! Hey!! I am a comeback kid, don’t know why bad things happened but they did. I don’t think I deserve the hate I get, but I am made for it. ...I believe its been a year- the worst one I have ever lived, I believe I’m better now, than I have been.” -TBP

The brunette cleared the toxic debris that traveled in the clear air and removed the uncomfortable dust before eagerly cracking her knuckles, and began to write the first paragraph of her comeback era.

Cameras flashed in the distance as she made her way onto the dashboard and noticed the writings she missed, before distracting herself too much, the lifelong Owen and Amelia supporter started the anticipated healing process she has been wanting to do for months. Finally gained the courage within her and nothing held her back- she was about to inch her way throughout the minuscule Omelia crowd again with many ideas on her mind.  

One year, five months and four days; the day before the entire world shut down due to what turned into a pandemic turned everything around, upside down and shook any possible goals humans had of becoming the people they had dreamed of becoming that year and healing- which was also the last day I was seen on this blog. Anxiety, depression, loss, love, healing and trauma; from being in a fandom that almost made me want to take my own life, as well as being an exhausted healthcare worker that was stretched enterally too thin. Writing at that time was unfathomable, it no longer was an escape. One day the whole story will be told; my side.

If; for some reason you are reading this and you know you were one that caused the unnecessary drama at the time, Hello again! I hope you’re having a great day, you don’t deserve any of my respect so be careful- don’t want you to trip on my comeback. 

What is the point or backstory behind this random and unexpected post? Well... I am very excited to announce that....

I am going to start creating/writing Owen and Amelia content again! 

I was far from done creating storylines I have desperately wanted to see on the show for years, I thoroughly loved receiving feedback from others who agree that this one couple deserve beautiful stories, one of my favorite past times was spending hours reading delightful stories from all of you! 

I want to enjoy the fandom this time and write with a new passion and create a healing process for myself instead of having a negative outlook on the past. But; the stories will not happen here. I have created a new blog! There will be stories that include lots of fluff, heavy and discretion included angst and alternative twists to what was given. For now; please go follow along on the journey and take a moment to read the rules to see if this new blog is for you- I will be catching up with several writers and rereading writers I have loved for many years.

I have grown as a writer but more importantly as a person. 

To the ones who genuinely did enjoy my work and supported me with this page, and you are seeing this: Please go to that page! I want to connect again! I am working on my first comeback Multi-Fic and you do not want to miss this! Not sure how many Omelia hopefuls still out there that are left like me but if you are- thank you all for the hopeful support on this next venture! I hope to see you there! We have to keep sticking together!

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(Fanfiction.Net link coming soon!) 

[leowenila]

Going for The Goal

Hello! The other day while listening to one of my favorite playlists for writing and appreciating the beautiful weather outside; this spontaneous idea at complete random appeared in my mind and I knew that I needed to expand on it, instantly. Highly unlikely that this will have a second part primarily because I almost never finish second parts, which causes me to have several already started multi-fics in the making; but I would definitely be willing to write another part if it is requested. Here is “Going for The Goal,” please enjoy!

Long vibrant strands of fresh grass waved in a repetitive motion as a calming wind passed through the suburban area of lower Seattle, on the perfect and early spring day. Homes across the picturesque neighborhood remained quiet as various residents continued to sleep including the larger home hidden beneath a cluster of trees. Inside the man-made home was Owen and Amelia as they peacefully laid in one another’s arms while their three young children slept in different rooms opposite the master, towards the back of the home. The male trauma surgeon’s rounded muscular hand naturally rested on Amelia’s growing stomach causing him to feel every rise and fall of her chest through her abdomen along with small but noticeable movements from their already active baby girl.

Slowly the bright sun welcomed its presence throughout the shaded home into the windows indicating the dreadful morning hours. With her beautiful eyes remained shut, the pregnant neurosurgeon grasped onto Owen’s hand making her tired muscles relax. Amelia groaned after noticing the brightness.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Owen lethargically inquired of Amelia once he had noticed her carefully shift in his arms seconds before she exhaustively yawned.

“Besides growing another small human inside of me and vomiting all my guts out last night, which caused me to almost faint? Better. I think my stomach muscles are still aching from it and the baby growing doesn’t help.” Amelia confessed honestly to her husband who seemed worried but instead he nodded in agreement.

“Leo has his first soccer game today; are you sure that you will feel up to it. I’m sure Maggie will film the entire thing.” The male trauma surgeon observed from the situation of his wife rubbing her swollen abdomen wearily, he patiently awaited her response in attempts to make sure she was okay.

Finally Amelia opened her tired eyes and matched her bright blue irises with his darker blues before adjusting her delicate hands from her stomach to the middle of Owen’s broad chest muscles then smiled at him, seconds before offering her statement.

“I love you; Owen.” The brunette reassured her husband which allowed him to acknowledge and understand how she was feeling. Being her soulmate; Owen knew exactly what she was feeling; although she was in a state of discomfort, her motherly instinct would sacrifice any amount of pain to witness and experience the joy of her children. Once hearing what she had to say and silently taking a note of how he can make her day brighter; Owen kissed Amelia with passion before he turned his head after hearing three small children at the tall door.

“Hi Daddy! Hi Mama!” Their youngest son, Cortland announced as his two older brothers stood on either side of him. Once more the male trauma surgeon kissed the brunette before removing himself from the thick comforter and bent his knees to the children’s eye-level.

“Alright soldiers. One of you decided that it was a good idea to get the others up after he decided to wake up himself. Who that is; is a mystery but don’t think that for a second that will trick, Major. Hunt.” The father teased with each son as the brunette continued peacefully resting in the bed, to watch her boys joke with one another. The man scanned into each pair of bright blue eyes carefully while they attempted to maintain straight faces that their father taught them at an early age.

“Mr. Leo is a soccer star as of today, so it could be him. Or maybe it’s Mr. Thomas who has his mama’s eyes but yet it could be Mr. Cortland but he’s my favorite. So it can’t be him? Mama? Who do you think our contestant is?” Owen proposed to Amelia who couldn’t contain her smile or laughter at the antics or each boy with their arms crossed over their small chests.

“My bets are totally on my little man.”

“Leo; it is!” Owen proclaimed aloud seconds before he lifted his six year old into his arms followed by lifting the two others above him until he landed them safely on the giant bed out of his muscular arms, where Amelia sat with her soft hands onto her stomach to feel the early morning kicks herself.

Once all the family was relaxing on the bed; the male trauma surgeon held Cortland in his arms and covered everyone with the thick blanket. Unprepared for what her oldest son was about to do Amelia flitched slightly once seeing his small arm come towards her stomach but was surprised the moment Leo rested his small hands in the middle of his mother’s growing and sore pregnant belly.

“Is my baby sister okay, mama? Does she not feel good when you don’t feel good?” Hearing Leo’s question; Amelia’s eyes immediately filled with small tears along with curiosity how he knew that she was not feeling well but knew already that someday he will care as much as his father does for the women he loves.

“Baby sister is wonderful, my little lion.” The neurosurgeon tearfully vocalized to her adopted son and the first one who made her become a mother for more than forty three minutes, while she played with his naturally curled hair he inherited from Betty. Owen and Amelia shared glances with one another ahead of mouthing their three favorite words.

Hours had come and gone, and the morning became an even more perfect afternoon when there was only an hour until Leo’s soccer game. In the rather large kitchen was the brunette as she placed healthy and organic snacks until plastic containers for the game while Owen remained occupied in his oldest son’s room to help him get in his uniform.

“Let’s go show mama!” Owen cheerfully directed to Leo who he walked behind as they made their way out of his bedroom, towards the kitchen. From afar the male trauma surgeon coughed to signal the neurosurgeon, she glanced up and saw the bright blue jersey along with shorts.

“Leo! You look amazing, what do you think?!” Amelia declared to Leo as he began to cheer for himself and the reaction he had been wanting of his mother’s approval.

Once they had arrived at the giant sports field; the male trauma surgeon parked in the parking space and shut off the minivan’s engine, Leo impatiently unbuckled his seatbelt before either one of his parents could exit the vehicle but remained sitting until his brothers were unlatched. Owen lifted Cortland into his arms before retrieving the lunch bag filled with several snacks beside him while Amelia helped Thomas step down off of the van’s platform then clasped onto his small hand and Leo followed.

“Drake!” Leo shouted to his teammate and cousin upon seeing him from afar sitting with his parents who patiently waited for the game to begin, in their lounge chairs and sunglasses covering their eyes to block out the bright sunlight.

“Leo!” Drake exclaimed back to his cousin before asking his mother for permission to run in the other boy’s direction. His mother approved and returned to reading her thick book. Both five year olds grew close over their years because their mothers shared a never ending bond as sisters as well as being two of the most successful surgeons at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

“I’m so happy to see you; sister. I didn’t think you were coming!” Maggie cheerfully told her sister as she hugged her tightly mere moments before adjusting her hands down to Amelia’s growing abdomen.

“Hello baby girl; this is your Auntie Maggie. Don’t ever forget that.” The female cardiothoracic surgeon directed to her niece still inside the uterus while Andrew DeLuca greeted his brother in law and colleague once he removed himself from the lounge chair. Both men set up the extra lawn chairs for the rest of the family beside Andrew and Maggie’s other kids.

Twenty five minutes into the game as the third quarter was just seconds away, one of Leo’s teammates dribbled the ball towards him and passed it to him from being instructed by their coach; adrenaline was high and cheers soared for the home team although it wasn’t labeled as a competition all the parents made sure to cheer for their child. Getting ready to kick the ball towards the net, a slightly taller boy from the away team pushed Leo onto the ground with force. Before the small boy hit the ground the brunette ran as fast as her six month pregnant body could allow followed by the male trauma surgeon to reach their son. Favoring his mother’s tough will; Leo refused to cry despite the tears that were in his eyes, Amelia started to tear up at the site of seeing her son injured and felt paralyzed at what to do until Owen’s steady and calming nature took over, and reassured the both of them before he lifted Leo into his arms to walk back to the minivan. As they walked back Maggie nodded her head in Amelia’s direction, signaling that her and Andrew were able to take care of their nephews.

Once arriving at the hospital; Owen put the vehicle in park and turned off the engine to have it rest in one of the employee parking spots, he retrieved his son from the back seat in which his wrist hung down. The male trauma surgeon walked in the emergency department with Amelia behind him and was greeted with Meredith following.

“Hey; how was the game?” The older general surgeon asked her sister who was visually distraught and in pain, the brunette did not say a word but just stood in the doorway of the trauma room where she watched her husband and son who started sobbing in pain just minutes before, while a wave of pain shot through his arm. Although Amelia knew it was only an arm injury, the sympathy pain she felt was unimaginable. Meredith glanced back and forth between Owen and Amelia.

“Leo got pushed to the ground and his arm is broken. Either get an orthopedic surgeon down here or allow me to fix this.” Owen requested of Meredith who snapped on her gloves to take a glance at the laceration on her nephew’s head.

The general surgeon informed her intern to page an available orthopedic surgeon before the male trauma surgeon got angry, once the brunette heard Meredith’s request of the intern, she finally sat on the other side of Leo and took his hand.

“Ah, okay. Hey little guy!” The familiar voice boasted as he walked into the local trauma room causing both Owen and Amelia to glance up from where their eyes rested on each other.

“You paged Dr. Lincoln out of all the surgeons in this hospital?” Owen stressed to the clueless intern who looked helpless but sprinted out of the trauma room. Before Link started to snap the surgical gloves onto his hand, Leo stopped him.

“You got in Daddy’s way when I was a baby, don’t even dare touching my arm. Mommy don't even liked you!” Leo’s small but powerful voice ordered the blonde orthopedic surgeon before the man backed up in his standing position. Amelia and Owen attempted to remain a similar straight face to the ones that mirrored their sons’ earlier that day.

Once Link left the room the brunette bursted into laughter causing Owen to join in, causing the little boy to accompany his parents laughter knowing that he said something funny. The male trauma surgeon held out his hand for Leo to slap it with his non-injured hand.

“I think Leo just shot his first goal.” Owen proudly told Amelia who nodded her head in agreement after appreciating what type of life she happily had after deciding to shoot her own goal four years prior and returning back to her soulmate’s arms. 

Thank you so much for reading!

[leowenila]

I know you prematurely post about Omelia and are one of the few who want Omelia together (I do too) but this isn't about them like almost everyone is pissed about Alex. Here's my prediction: Alex's mom who has had a history of mental illness I think he said schizophrenia in one episode accidentally killed him. Or his brother did cause I'm pretty sure they said schizophrenia in season 7 sometime. The text that Jo got were from his mom brother or even his sister.

Hello anon; not to come off rude but trust me; I’m upset about Alex leaving too, he’s one of my favorite characters. This change in my blog and love for Omelia has absolutely nothing with the whole Alex storyline. I’ve been wanting to change the look of it for a little while now and I don’t really post about other characters mainly because I don’t watch for all the characters these days, only a select few.

I don’t know what will happen with what they will do to sadly end his character, but I guess we’ll have to see; this coming episode.

[leowenila]

Still Here, Still Writing and Still Holding Out for Omelia Endgame- With a Few Cosmetic Changes

Hello! Just wanted to come on here to declare that this year as an Omelia shipper; my two goals are (this one is never-ending but,) to continue holding onto the much deserved and eventual endgame also become determined to focus more on writing stories that fulfill my still beating Owen Hunt and Amelia Shepherd with Leo Shepherd-Hunt loving heart for fellow fans to love and enjoy hopefully the words as much as I do writing them out.

The unfortunate aspect of writing is that; I loose motivation quickly and unexpectedly. I have several ideas and the headspace to do it, and the most wonderful friends that encourage me on a daily basis to continue the writing (which I am SOO incredibly grateful for.) I am DETERMINED, like Amelia standing in front of Nicole Herman’s massive tumor with her fists firmly on her hip bones; determined to write more one-shots, alternative universe writings and mulit-fics.

Changing the cosmetic outlook of this little blog of mine scares me that it will not make others read the new content but this is one thing to encourage me to post again. One difference is that I focus more on multi-shots that will be posted on a website I first found the wonderful world of Omelia fanfiction. Fanfiction.net will be where I post them because Tumblr does not have the most ideal setup for an app to do that. For my one-shots and and reposting content I see and love on here, will continue to be posted on this blog.

Get ready for more Omelia fanfiction on both platforms and be sure to follow along; please enjoy and I hope you all love the new name along with few minor changes!

Multi-fics (Please look forward to them soon!):  https://www.fanfiction.net/u/13160066/

This also serves as a quick hello and that I miss moments of them like this!

[leowenila]

True soulmates! 🥰

Omelia GIFs from 16x13. Thank you anon for giving me back some of my editing inspiration 💗

[leowenila]

Her Blurred Vision

Hello! Just a little over three months now I have been attempting to write the second part of “Tiny Waveforms” and several other fics; but often get very frustrated and discouraged with trying to make them absolutely perfect when I do have time to write. I planned on posting this one-shot forever ago, but I rewrote it and like many, didn’t happen sooner. I apologize again for the extended hiatus but continue to expect many more one-shots and continuations to stories this year! Here is “Her Blurred Vision,” please enjoy!

Having the title of a world class neurosurgeon for over half of her life came with several advantages for the young brunette much like; the ability to diagnose rare spinal tumors with the simple glance of an image of the patient's skull, ordering consults to scrub nurses that could lead to potentially groundbreaking surgeries and changing the world of neurological medicine with studies for the reference of her future students. But there was one thing in her life lately that Amelia could not make sense of. Every day she examined patients with similar symptoms she had been presenting with but denial was heavy within her that it could be occurring yet again in her life. Years prior; the brunette had already established herself as the first documented neurosurgeon to have a brain tumor quietly growing for a whole decade without her knowledge. The thought of having another one terrified her on a daily basis; no matter how many times she attempted to blink away the static or blurriness with particular objects, or when she hid the broken ceramic mug that fell through her hands one morning that Owen wasn’t home. The thought of not being Leo’s mother forever, due to a brain tumor, scared her the most.

One afternoon in the middle of consults in the emergency department; the brunette discreetly made her way to the third floor of the hospital, where the ophthalmology floor was located after changing into her clothing she arrived in several hours before that same day with Owen and Leo. The floor was drastically different from the floors Amelia typically found herself working; but with a nearby map board, she found an empty examination room. Quietly she scanned her employee identification badge to gain access and entered the dark room before turning on a minimal amount of lighting, in attempts to not alarm any staff members. Before sitting down on the nearby wheeled stool, she retrieved a black eye occluder and covered her right eye.

“Okay; Amelia, it’s just an eye examination. The same ones you had with Tom every six months, they are only simple letters on a white board.” The brunette unconvincingly vocalized aloud to herself, she squirted her eyes tighter before she made the first attempt to read the letters. Without her surprise; everything was blurry, similar to the young patient’s brain she stood over just hours before.

Amelia angrily cursed at herself and quickly got emotional until she alternated the eye instrument to her left eye. Just seconds before she began to attempt reading the letters with her opposite eye; an overhead light switched on. The neurosurgeon glanced up to be matched with Owen and his muscular arms over his broad chest.

“Either you are testing your vision and getting frustrated or preparing yourself for those checkups you do with Tom. You and I both know for a fact, that it isn’t the second option because he cleared you officially last month.” Owen nervously inquired of his concerned wife who squinted at him with a rather wide pout upon her face. She sighed before sharing her thoughts.

“I have a brain tumor. I know it. We just got remarried, Leo is starting preschool next month. Life is good right now, it’s better than good. It’s perfect. And a tumor is growing inside of my brain again just in time to ruin it all.” The brunette rambled on as the male trauma surgeon patiently watched her while he sat opposite of her, until his protective nature took over and wrapped his arms around her. Unaware of what Owen’s actions led with; she began to question him but Amelia voluntarily reciprocated his embrace with her smaller arms. Calmness washed over her for the first time that day as he ran his fingers through her light brown ombré hair, continuing to ease her overwhelmed thoughts similar to when they started dating for the first time. Once sensing that Amelia was calm in his arms; Owen carefully stepped back and wiped away her tear stained cheekbones before smiling at her.

“How about we go back down to get an MRI to confirm what this may or may not be, before we think the worse. Derek saved my life one of my first days here, when I got an MRI. I’ll be with you the entire time.” Owen offered to his still anxious wife, he patiently waited for her response and was matched with a silent nod. Once she detected Owen’s hand reaching out, she placed her cold ones in his and he walked them back down to the neurological floor of the hospital. Her fears lessened slightly by being on the floor she grew to become incredibly familiar with since the first day her late brother appointed her chief of neurosurgery.

The male trauma surgeon opened the heavy wooden door that lead to imaging room, for Amelia as she silently communicated her gratitude and made her way past the desk where two computer monitors rested and entered the extended room at the machine. Amelia removed her comfortable shoes and laid back with the careful help of Owen onto the narrow padded bed that she knew too well both as a patient and doctor.

“Are you ready; Amelia? Owen asked Amelia, she nodded once more for her answer which caused the trauma surgeon to hold her hand before flipping the switch to begin the brain scan. What felt like a lifetime before it was completed; Amelia remained still until a sound indicated it had finally finished, Owen watched her body become less tense and jumped down off of the table like bed to make her way towards the other room, in hopes of not receiving yet another life changing discovery.

Once placing her shoes back onto the soles of her feet, Amelia accompanied Owen as he watched the screen until the images loaded. The male trauma surgeon held her closely as he watched her anxiousness build inside again but also kept his distance for her to breathe properly. Suddenly she started to cry at a fast rate, indicating her happiness. No tumor was in sight.

“There’s no tumor?” Amelia shockingly but with relief said to herself more than Owen, feeling as though it was unbelievable to her; the brunette hugged the man back and breathed a sigh of relief. Once separated from the hug; the male trauma surgeon returned his gaze at the screen.

“There is no tumor.” Owen repeated to his wife and also feeling a sense of relief after knowing his wife was healthy and was not infected with cancer or a tumor in sight. He watched as Amelia wiped her tears as they fell back onto her cheeks and she sniffed her nostrils.

Before he was able to congratulate the brunette on being tumor free and informing her about how much he loves her; Amelia ran out of the imaging room after an uncomfortable feeling arising in her abdomen. Once nearby an empty red linen basket, the brunette expelled the contents within her. Owen stood behind her and soothed her what he thought were nerves, but feeling unsure of what she was feeling. Then he remembered one night in the previous month.

Thank you so much for reading!

[leowenila]

Still Writing and A Quick Hello

Hello! It has been quite some time since I have posted any stories on here and I wanted to apologize for that! It feels like most of my time is spent at work and when I’m not at work; I’m recovering from work. Having multiple ideas for stories and not having time to write them upsets me more than I can simply describe. Then when I have ideas; I want to write them all but never able to finish them.

So; I just wanted to update all of you to let you know that I am still here, writing and loving Omelia just the same if not more than the day I first fell in love with them. And to say a quick hello! Thank you for taking the time to read this post and please look forward to more fics soon!

(Also this moment! The moment they fell in love.)

[leowenila]

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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Anonymous Hate...

Hello! Was not going to make an individual post about this situation because part of me feels like my followers will get the idea that I am begging for attention but instead this post, is to bring attention to how hateful and rude anonymous messages are.

Fairly recently since I started writing then posting my most recent multi-fic “Escaping the Danger Zone,” I have gotten such a great amount of kind reviews but have also received hate… anonymously, from none other than a bitter Towen fan. Like everyone that ever has issues with anons; I will never understand these type of messages and why they send them. According to them we are the ones who stalk them by going into their mentions or inboxes; and say cruel things such as these.

Ever since receiving this anonymous hate on the story, the messages have made me nervous and unmotivated to write any parts of it. While I try not to pay attention to the stupid anonymous messages and allow their comments get to me- it proves to be difficult every time I go and attempt to write at least a paragraph; nothing feels worthy enough to post. Until I feel motivated again; I am going to take a break from writing “Escaping the Danger Zone,” and focus more on various one-shots and my “...Runs in the Family” fics that I love very much.

Thank you again to the ones who continuously are there for me and the stories I will always be writing, can’t wait to share my latest stories with you all! 💗

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oh and you’re gonna keep getting hate for this crap you’re writing. That’s Towen’s history. Not Omelia’s. Amelia and Megan will never be friends. Amelia will never be Owen’s best friend, nor soulmate, NOTHING! You’re a dreamer.

Yes; I am fully aware that the backstory is apart of Towen’s history. You made that very clear in your last anonymous message and I don’t care. The main purpose behind fanfiction that isn’t canon is that, it is OPPOSITE of what occurs on the show or current storyline. Many people write in that genre; it’s not that uncommon. If you were really a giant fan of Teddy and Owen, and actually read different parts of the fic like you seem you are; you would realize that many of the moments never happened between them. The fic is a lot more original than your hate.

And you’re really gonna tell an Omelia fan that Owen and Amelia aren’t soulmates... knew that all of you are delusional and come into our inboxes anonymously because you have nothing better to do then send hate. If you have a problem with my story, go watch what seems like your two favorite episodes... that are LOOSLY based on this story and get off of my page.

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

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Escaping the Danger Zone Part 5

Hello! This part has been rewritten about seven times and finally last night I finished the final draft because ever since a week ago when I received my first hateful review in my inbox it has been difficult coming up with ideas. But thank you again to the ones who still read and like this, five parts in! Here is the fifth part of “Escaping the Danger Zone,” please enjoy!

Light grey snow clouds remained present high in the sky as both trauma surgeons rested in the comfort of their warm apartment. On an occasion Owen heard loud shoving noises from the kitchen as his fiancee searched multiple locations for holiday decorations. Seconds after coffee finished brewing, the man removed two solid colored mugs and walked into their bedroom to find Amelia standing in the closet’s doorway as she stood on the front part of her feet and her exposed small waist. Owen smiled at the sight in front of him before engaged in speaking.

“Amelia, please let me help you.” Owen sweetly said to Amelia after he placed the warm ceramic mugs on the television stand beside him. The woman ignored his comment and continued to search for items.

“Did you never celebrate Christmas in all the years that you’ve lived here? You literally have no decorations in this whole apartment.” Amelia infuriatingly commented to Owen about the lack of decorations her soon-to-be-husband had. The male trauma surgeon watched as the brunette at last stood normally and placed her hands on her sides to breathe in and out.

“I spent most of my Christmases working at the hospital or if I wasn’t there; I would drive to my Mom’s place.To spend it with her, Nate and Megan. The more years that went by while you were apparently dead it became more unbearable to celebrate the holidays alone. Amelia; why are you so adamant on celebrating this year?” Owen suggested to Amelia after retrieving his warm mug and drank the contents.

“Don’t you dare bring my six year disappearance into this conversation. You did not once look for me, and if you did, you did a terrible job Owen Hunt! Now where are the stupid decorations?” Amelia shouted back at Owen as she became more angry with the man across the room. He confusingly looked at her before he tears came to his eyes after hearing the last part of her statement by noticing the distress in her voice and the unknown.

“I looked for you every single day, Amelia. And when I came back home to Seattle, I suffered for a long time. Alone. Because I felt like I didn’t do enough. Didn’t search hard enough, didn’t protect you when I promised Derek before we were deployed, that I wasn’t a good enough soldier for losing another major in the platoon. Don’t you think that if I could have rescued you sooner, I would have?”

“You think you had suffered alone? Try having two men involuntary give you drugs causing you to nearly overdose twice which formed into an opioid addiction you will always live with or them punching you so hard in the side of your abdomen that dying would feel better than the pain their blows caused. That is suffering! That is what it feels like you were not a good enough soldier. I need a meeting.” Amelia tearfully confessed before she quickly walked past Owen and grabbed his car keys hanging on the wall along with her sweater, then slammed the apartment door shut behind her. On her way out the door, Owen heard a sniffle escape from Amelia’s nose indicating that she had started to cry but chose not to say anything more after already saying too much. He internally kicked himself as he slid down and sat with his back against the wall with his head in his hands.

Hours had passed until the male trauma surgeon heard his door open as he silently rested on the giant bed with a book in his hands. He remained heavily engrossed in his book but discreetly watched the brunette as she walked through the doorway. With several plastic bags that contained various items and a box under her arm, Amelia set them all down on the kitchen table before hanging the car keys back on the shelf where they originally rested, she sighed to herself before walking into the master bedroom.

“There weren’t as many good choices in ornaments or lights because it’s so late in the season; but I tried to find at least some of the necessities. Along with a miniature tree.” The woman informed the male trauma surgeon once she had seen him place his book down from the original position. He smiled at her which caused her to smile back at him.

“I am sorry for being inconsiderate, Amelia. You have every right to want to celebrate, and I want to celebrate with you.” Owen admitted after apologized to Amelia who started walking towards him. Then she removed her moccasins from her small feet to expose her black socks and without warning, straddled Owen’s larger form and rested her cold hands on his chest before she started to repeatedly kiss his lips.

“It’s okay, Owen. Now help me put this tree up so we can return to making out.” The brunette suggestively requested of the man in between their identical moans and her firm kisses. Both of them found it difficult to unlock lips and continued with their rhythm, before it was her who released herself and stood to her feet again to remove the glasses from the nearby nightstand and put them on her face while Owen walked out to the living room.

Green pine needles quickly scattered around the wooden apartment floor as Owen spread each branch out individually as Amelia opened the box of bright lights for the tree while in the background played holiday music to bring a festive feeling for the evening. Before the engaged couple became too focused on finally decorating, a knock sounded on his door.

“Who could possibly be knocking at the door this late?” The male trauma surgeon scoffed before he stood up from the sitting position he was in while the brunette stood back to see who the possible visitors. Once the door opened Amelia suddenly heard a familiar feminie squeal of one she hasn’t heard in nearly a decade as the woman embraced Owen.

“Merry Christmas, Eeyore!” The younger Hunt sibling shrieked loudly as she hugged her brother tightly before stepping back to look at him, a trait she formed from their mother. As she glanced over him, Nathan Riggs gave Owen a brotherly hug and reciprocated the holiday cheer. Amelia watched on silently before Megan took notice of her.

“Uh, big brother Is that who I think it is?”

Owen and Megan looked at each other as Amelia smiled at the redheaded siblings, one standing in disbelief and one with a proud smile upon his face as his sister and longtime best friend turned soon to be wife reunited after several years.

“Megan; this is Amelia Shepherd.” Owen jokingly bragged as he walked over and placed his arms around Amelia, and acted as though Megan never met the brunette.

“Oh my gosh, I missed you! Are you real? Are you really hear?!” Megan cheerfully exclaimed to Amelia as they hugged each other. Tears collected in the brunette’s eyes as she looked up at Owen before the redhead broke the hug, the two smiled at one another. Once the embrace was released the New Zealander walked over and also gave Amelia a hug.

“Happy to see you alive, Shepherd.”

The week passed by quickly as Megan and Nathan made their temporary housing in a hotel room near Owen and Amelia’s apartment complex, the two couples frequently shared meals together and celebrated holiday cheer. The male trauma surgeon gave both his sister and brother in law surgical privileges so the other two eager surgeons could feel as though they were home. Days passed by until the evening of Christmas landed on the calendar causing every member of their group to grow excited.

In their master bedroom, Amelia completed the packing luggage process as Owen confirmed that every item in the home was shut off to save on the appliances livelihood, as the almost newlyweds finished the final steps before leaving a knock sounded on the door revealing Megan and Nathan.

“You ready to see Mom and give her the shock of her life, Eeyore?” The cheerful redhead questioned her brother as she made her way inside of the apartment, hand in hand with her husband.

“I think you should be asking Amelia that instead of me.” Owen teased with his sister before Amelia handed him his black luggage while she carried the other before they shut their apartment door behind them.

Thank you so much for reading the fifth part!

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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.

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8 Reasons Why I Firmly Believe Amelia’s Baby is Owen’s

Hello! Didn’t think I would be posting a random post like this but Amelia’s news last night was so unexpected that I instantly needed to. I am so happy about the news and optimistic that this baby is Owen’s, and that things are finally looking up for Amelia (and Omelia!) I am still writing the fourth part of my fic but here are eight reasons why I firmly believe that Amelia’s baby will turn out to Owen’s. Please enjoy!

1. Yes: while it’s been quite some time since we have seen or heard that Owen and Amelia slept together, and Krista doesn’t understand consistently in her time jumps; therefore we don’t know how far along she is. She is also a smaller person so if she’s further along, it doesn’t mean she’ll show right away.

2. If her baby was Link’s it would add no drama to a very dramatic show because as disgusting as it is, they are technically together. While her pregnancy will be very traumatic for her and might have “dramatic” scares; if it was Owen’s (Amelia!s soulmate), it would add SO much “drama” due to the fact that he just admitted his (strange) feelings for Teddy.

3. Shortly after Amelia mentioned that she’s having “curiosity” and “surges,” Carina immediately mentioned about how sexual cravings can be very intense during pregnancy; maybe all along Link has been “a sexual craving” or apart of her curiosity. (This one was included because I am trying to point out that Amelia and Link will never be anything more than a sexual relationship, and not a real one.)

4. Kevin mentioned in his live last night instead of live tweeting, that he has a “Keverina” selfie on his phone but he’s waiting to post it. Can we all agree that once it’s confirmed that the baby is Owen’s; that we all DESERVE a Keverina selfie!

5. He also mentioned about how there are several Omelia moments in 16x05 and 16x06; to me this says; she’ll tell him she’s pregnant, we might get a cute Omeleo scene AND AN ULTRASOUND SCENE.

6. The only person besides her family at the practice she told heavy details about her son, has been Owen. Since it has aired; I feel as though her being able to say Christopher’s name for the first time ever was WITH OWEN is not just because. She also mentioned how nothing can replace him, meaning if they have a baby together; she knows for a fact that nothing can replace Christopher and his memory.

7. “Am I hung up on Owen? Sure, maybe I always will be.” Amelia especially will have to be once their baby is born.

8. It’s what we all deserve after all these years.

Thank you so much for reading my thoughts, more to come as the season goes along!