#amelia shepherd drabble

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Postpartum

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (NSFW), sex, oral sex, hella eating out, fingering, etc., mentions of anatomy/body parts, some explicit language, post-pregnancy times (please let me know if I've left anything out!) Word Count: 2.0k

Summary: You're six weeks postpartum, and your doctor has cleared you for sex, but you're worried that it might not be the same anymore. Amelia assuages all of your worries. 😉

Request Info: This was requested by an anonymous user, but the request itself accidentally got deleted! The user also requested that the reader be an ortho surgeon and a third twisted sister. Whoever you are, I hope you find this, and I'm so sorry to have lost your original request!

“You’re good to go,” your OBGYN declared, finishing up your 6-weeks postpartum checkup.

You raised your eyebrows at her. “As in, good to go?”

She laughed. “Good to go, as in cleared to resume any and all sexual activity as you feel ready for it.”

You nodded and repeated it to yourself. “Good to go…”

But as you left Grey-Sloan, making a quick stop at the ortho unit to say hello to the nurses and the other attendings, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really were good to go. Sure, you missed sex with Amelia. You missed her body, missed connecting with her in that way, but you were also so self-conscious. You hadn’t had any major tears or anything, but you had shoved a human head out of your vagina less than two months ago. It was bound to be different down there. It felt different. What if sex didn’t feel good anymore? What if it never did? Or, even worse, what if it looked or felt different for Amelia, and she didn’t like sleeping with you anymore?

You decided to text Meredith and Cristina about it, as you so often did about any and everything.

Y/N: You guys I’ve been cleared for sex

M: Yay!

C: Good for you bitch

Y/N: I’m kinda scared tho…

M: Aw, why?

Y/N: Does it hurt after? Or like idk was Derek weirded out?

C: It feels like I could have been left out of this conversation

M: Shut up Cristina we’re being supportive! And no Y/N it didn’t hurt. You just have to take it slow and do what feels good at the time. And stop if it doesn’t feel good.

C: You don’t have a dick to deal with so you should be okay

M: CRISTINA

Y/N: I mean tbh we have several

M: Ew she’s my sister I didn’t need to know that…

C: I need to know more…

You shook your head and smiled. You decided that you might as well try, if Amelia was up for it. And there was no question that Amelia was up for it. She’d powered through like a champ, but before this, the longest you’d gone without having sex was two weeks and that was only because you’d been brought in as a specialist on a case at another hospital.

When you walked into the apartment, everything was quiet–a rarity at your house these days. You crept through the rooms, looking for Amelia and Pippa, and finally found them in the nursery. Amelia held Pippa to her chest, bouncing her softly as she slept, little chubby cheeks pressing out like she was blowing bubbles.

You placed a hand on Amelia’s back and kissed her on the cheek. You nodded toward Pippa, eyebrows scrunched.

“I just can’t bring myself to put her down,” Amelia whispered. “How was your appointment?”

“Good.”

Amelia stared pointedly at you. “Good good?”

You nodded, smirking.

If Pippa had not been tiny and fragile, Amelia would have tossed her into the crib like a football.

She placed the baby gently on her back in the crib, then crashed into you with the force of a tidal wave–or six weeks of no sex.

She pushed you into the hallway wall, shutting Pippa’s door behind her, and pressed into you, her mouth and hands desperate. She ran her tongue up and down your neck and back to your mouth and yanked your shirt over your head. God, you’d missed this. You’d missed her. Even though she’d been right here next to you the whole time. She groaned as she pushed herself into you, and you smiled into her kiss.

At this rate, Amelia would be finished before you even had a chance to make it to the bed.

“No, no!” she whined as you pulled away, her blue eyes pleading desperately with you.

“Come to bed, Amy,” you teased, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.

You gently removed her clothes and pushed her onto the bed. “You first,” you said.

She grabbed at your face hungrily as you leaned over her, kissing you with all the fervor of someone who’s love has been lost at sea for several years. She gasped and arched her back as your hand grazed over her clit.

You couldn’t help but smile at how needy she was, her hips bucking into your hand as you held it still, cupping her heat.

“Y/N, don’t fucking tease me,” she scolded, her voice stuttering. “It’s been way too long for that.”

“Oh, you don’t like that?” you said, smug. It was not often that Amelia was this powerless in bed. Usually it was the other way around, so you were enjoying this moment.

She grabbed your face, rough, and then soft as she ran her hand through your hair. “Just finish me already so I can get inside you.” She pulled your face closer, her breath hot in your ear as she whispered. “I’ve missed the taste of you.”

You’d never switched gears faster. No more power trips, just getting Amelia off as quickly as possible.

You kissed and licked your way down her body, intoxicated by the way she pushed into you and pulled you closer. By the time you reached her center, she was panting and glistening and you knew it'd only be a matter of minutes before she was absolute putty.

You pressed soft kisses into her inner thighs, then closer and closer until she was nearly bursting with the want of you, so that when you finally, finally, wrapped your mouth around her clit, she nearly lost her mind. You held her hips in place as she moaned, licking your way through her, around her, inside of her until she was shaking in your arms, hips rolling to meet your tongue. And for the final touch, you slipped two of your fingers inside of her, curling down and around, just how you knew she liked it. Her hands were gripping your hair so hard you thought might pull it out. “Y/N!” she gasped, her breath coming out in short, sharp moans as she came on your fingers. You smiled as you buried your face in her, guiding her through her high and back down again.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, her chest still heaving.

“Good?” you asked, already knowing the answer, as you wiped your mouth.

She nodded, still struggling to catch her breath. “Give me a second.”

You lay down next to her, feeling wildly pleased with yourself, especially when Amelia rolled over on top of you and pressed her mouth into yours, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips.

But as she worked her way down your body, anxiety shot through you.

You grabbed her hand. “Amy, wait…”

She looked up at you, concerned.

“You don’t have to,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“I know I don’t,” she replied, still looking at you curiously. “I want to. I’ve wanted to for months.”

“I think…” you stuttered. “I think I’d really rather you didn’t.”

Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hey,” she said, laying down next to you and propping herself up on her elbow so she could see your face. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just not ready.”

“That’s fine, but you seemed super ready about two minutes ago.”

You didn’t respond, fiddling with an edge of your comforter.

“Y/N,” she said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head please.”

She took your hand and you played with her fingers for a moment before answering.

“I’m scared you won't like it.”

Amelia looked genuinely shocked. “You’re what now?”

“I got messed up down there,” you mumbled. “What if it’s not like normal for you?”

“Oh, babe,” she said, caressing your face. “You’re not messed up. You could never be messed up. You’re you and I love you. I love all of you.”

You stayed quiet.

“Honey,” she continued, more emphatic now. “Your body made a whole human. A human that is sleeping in the bedroom down the hallway. A beautiful, precious human that I love with all my heart and hope with all my heart stays asleep for a while so that I can get in there. She had her time. It's my fucking turn."

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“Listen,” she ranted, excited that your mood was brightening and trying to make you laugh more. “I’m like the Lewis and Clark of vaginas, okay? The wilderness must be explored. I gotta get in there and get the lay of the land. And it might be new, right?”

You nodded, grinning and blushing.

“But new doesn’t mean bad. Lots of times new means better. So just… let me do my exploring, okay?”

“Okay,” you acquiesced.

Amelia was gentler with this attempt, slow and steady and worshipful as she moved down your body, taking her time especially at the place where your uterus still bulged, where new stretch marks had drawn their way across your abdomen. And when she got to your center, she was gentle there, too, mindful of your anxiety, mindful that it might take your body more time than usual to warm up.

She was loving and slow and obsessive, sighing with pleasure as she placed kisses along the inside of your thighs, on your clit, all over you. Amelia’s careful touch had washed away most of your anxiety, leaving behind your flushed face, the shuddering of your body each time her skin met yours.

And when finally, finally, she had you wet and whimpering, she dove in like a woman starved.

“Amy,” you breathed, lightly holding her head in your hands as you threw your own head back, your hips rising to meet her. You could feel her smile against you.

“You want more?” she asked, and you knew she meant, Do you want fingers or a strap or a toy or anything like that?

You shook your head. “No, just–” Your breath caught in your throat, replaced by a moan as the knot in your lower abdomen tightened.  “Just keep going.”

If there was one thing about Amelia, it was that she could eat you out forever. You’d been afraid that would change, but clearly your fears had been unfounded. She was insatiable.

“Amy–” you exclaimed, arching your back as your body approached the edge. You couldn’t even get the words out, just “Amy” over and over.

She reached up to grasp one of your hands in hers as you fell apart around her, Amelia lapping up every last bit of you.

You breathed heavily, watching as Amelia emerged from between your thighs, grinning like an idiot, her face an absolute mess.

You laughed as she wiped her face. “I take it your expedition went well?”

“God!” she exclaimed, flopping down beside you. “I missed you.”

“We literally have not been apart for weeks.”

“Okay, well, then I missed your vagina.”

You giggled, rolling over a bit to kiss her on the cheek. “You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” Amelia retorted, pulling you in for another heated kiss.

You were interrupted then by a loud, crinkly wail through the baby monitor.

Amelia groaned, but you could see a smile creeping in. She stood and stretched. “I’ll go get her.”

“Amelia!” you hissed, throwing a pillow at her. “You can't bring her in here! We’re naked, and it smells like sex!”

“She’s six weeks old! She won’t remember!” Amelia nodded at you. “Go take a shower. Relax. Then we can switch. It's almost time to feed her anyway.”

You lay in bed a moment longer, waiting to hear Amelia on the baby monitor.

“Hello!” she cooed, her voice crackling through the speaker as Pippa continued to cry. “Hi, pretty girl! Oh, I know. I know. You want Mama? Let’s go see her. Oh, you love your mama, don’t you? Mommy does, too.”

You smiled, your heart full as you listened.

“We loooooove Mama, don’t we? Yes, we do. We love her so much.”

[popchoc]

Something a little different, if you’re ip for it… Carina & Amelia, fluff 7 please 😊

Up for it, always! I can totally picture these two having some fun together, if the time were right. The problem, as it turned out, is... it never were. I checked the entire timeline, as the canon girl I am, only to find out that there are NO fitting moments:

Carina's introduced at the start of s14, hooking up with Arizona from the start. At that time, Amelia's married to Owen. Their marriage was a wreck, with them being separated for most of it (the brain tumor days), and they pulled the plug around the same time Carina and Arizona seemed to be over.

But right then, at 14x6, (Amelia slept with Tom and) Carina and Owen hooked up (with Amelia catching Carina naked in her kitchen 😄), which lasted for a few eps (till 14x8?). Short after, at 14x12, Arizona and Carina started flirting again, then got back together (14x14) until Arizona finale broke it off… during the same ep in which Amelia and Owen got back together (14x21).

Carina left to Italy after 15x04, returning at 15x15. During this whole period Amelia was (still) with Owen, albeit a little on and off again, as they were playing house with Leo and Betty. Amelia ended it at 15x15, which could be great timing considering Carina's return…. yet Amelia started rebounding with Link at 15x16! And though they weren't that serious at that time, to me they seemed to be focused on just each other (no side dishes), until the threesome proposal at 16x02 with - drum roll - Carina.

Yet that's when Amelia turned out to be pregnant, with Link still being around and no indication she/they ever hooked up with Carina, and Carina just very much being her doctor (doing ultrasounds etc), besides - and more importantly - starting to date Maya soon after.

During Carina and Maya's short break-up (end of s16/s3), Amelia was (still) with Link, with Carina actually being there to deliver their baby. (Not exactly the kind of "seeing her naked parts" we're thinking of here, I assume 🤭🤣).

With Carina and Maya being steady for over 2 seasons, the next and last opportunity might have happened during their s19/s6 break, but at that time Amelia and Kai were still together (damn it 😉). And (in this case) unfortunately Carina and Maya were just dating again when Amelia got dumped by Kai. And with that my last (canon) option was out of the window…

So, long story short:

the only kind-of moment they were both single (though Amelia still being officially married) was between 14x9 and 14x11 - and you have to agree with me that it wouldn't really look good on either of them to hook up at that time, considering that already messy situation.

(Besides all that, there's also the fact that Carina still calls Amelia Dr. Shepherd at 16x02 which sounds weird to me if they'd had something going on before… though I guess that's something I could "forget", as the actual writers do so all the time 🙊)

Now of course there are always options left (making one of them cheat, go for a timejump in which Maya is out of the picture, a simple rejection), but none of them sounds very fluffy to me. So unless I'm overlooking something here, I'm afraid we have to save this one for.... who knows when. Whenever it is tough, I'll be the first one writing them - you've got my word on that one! 😁)

[cas-kingdom]

For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Amelia, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

[peterpparkrr]

Santa tell me

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

9. Letter to Santa + Anthony Bridgerton

Summary: Gregory and Hyacinth’s letters to Santa got sent to you and you wrote back.

“Santa wrote back!” Hyacinth shouts as she races through the foyer to Anthony’s office.

“What?” Anthony asks as he looks up from his laptop to Hyacinth who is bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet on the other side of the desk, frantically waving a piece of paper back and forth above her head.

“Santa! He replied to my letter!” Hyacinth repeated excitedly.

“When did you send Santa a letter?” Anthony asks as he tries to wrack his brain. He’d taken Hyacinth and Gregory to a whole host of holiday-related events over the last few weeks. 

Mum had been swamped with work, the holidays being the busiest time of the year of a caterer. And so He’d taken his youngest siblings to their school holiday program, ice skating in the city center, the Christmas panto, and helped them make so many assorted cookies for their teachers that he still smelled like gingerbread.

But he had no memory of a trip to meet Santa, or of dropping off letters somewhere that would deliver them to “Santa.”

“I put it in the mailbox of the storybook house,” Hyacinth replies in her know-it-all tone that makes whatever she’s saying sound as though it’s obvious. “I wanted to make sure that it got to the north pole in time.”

“Right, of course,” Anthony plays along. “Why don’t you go find Daphne and Amelia and show them the letter?” He redirects his youngest sister. Figuring that as a new mother, Daphne would have plenty of patience for their sister and hopefully figure out what exactly was going on while he wrapped up a few more emails before the end of the day. 

When Anthony finally reappeared from his home office he found Daphne and Simon sitting alone at the kitchen table while the rest of the family was watching a Christmas movie in the living room.

“Look who finally joined us,” Daphne teases as she stands from the table to head into the kitchen. “Let me grab your plate.”

“Isn’t the whole point of being a higher-up at your company that you make the people who report to you work on the holidays so that you can enjoy time with your family in your expensive vacation home?” Simon asks.

“I’d rather not have those employees and their family’s constantly plotting my murder. Thank you,” Anthony tells his brother-in-law/best friend. “Besides, I take plenty of time off to spend time with you lot, it’s still over a week until Christmas.”

“But you make the rest of us look lazy, working all day while we stuff ourselves with your mum’s shepherd’s pie,” Simon replies with a fake pout as he gestures to the second helping sitting in front of him as he pats his stomach.

“You said it, not me,” Anthony quips. “Thanks, Daph,” He adds as Daphne places the reheated plate in front of him.

“So what was all that about a letter from Santa?” Anthony asks.

“Apparently, she put her letter to Santa in the mailbox of the house on Homestead Road, Hyacinth always calls it the storybook house because it looks like it’s out of a fairytale,” Daphne tells him with an amused shrug. “So I guess whoever lives there humored her and wrote back as Santa.”

Simon changes the subject while Anthony tries to rack his brain dying to remember who lives in that house. 

-

Which is why, on Sunday morning, Anthony finds himself standing on the front step of the “storybook house.”

He’s surprised when a young woman opens the door.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You ask as you cross your arms over your chest, your baggy sweater not doing much to block the gust of cold air that blows through the open doorway.

“Hey uh, this is going to sound really weird, but I think you got my sister’s letter to Santa,” Anthony explains with a sheepish look.

“Ah,” You say with a nod and an understanding smile. “You must be one of Hyacinth and Gregory’s brothers,” You reply.

“Greg wrote to you too?” Anthony asks as he groans internally, rubbing at his chin as he tries to formulate his apology to this poor, kind woman. 

“I’m guessing you’re Anthony, at least, I hope you’re the serious brother, I’d hate to think there’s a brother even more uptight than you, you look like you’re going to give yourself a hernia,” You reply with a small burst of laughter.

“I’m sorry, my mum’s swamped with work right now, so I’ve been picking up the slack, but I must have forgotten about mailing their letters to Santa,” Anthony tries to explain.

“It’s alright. It sounds like your family’s been through a lot, and with eight kids I figured you could use a hand,” You reply.

“There was a lot of personal information in those letters, I guess stranger danger isn’t really a thing when it’s Santa,” Anthony says.

“Can I, Did they, what did they ask for?” He asks after a moment.

“You can have the letters,” You tell him. “Come on in, I’ll go grab them for you.”

“They’re sweet kids,” You comment as you lead Anthony through your house into your kitchen. “And they clearly adore their older brother, there’s a very thorough description of the gingerbread versions you made them of your family in Hyacinth’s letter.”

You circle your kitchen table until you find the letters and pluck them up. 

“Here they are!” You tell him happily as you pass them over to him. Watching with amusement as he pulls the lined paper out of the bright red envelopes.

“I can’t believe you really read these, and then wrote back to them,” Anthony says with a shake of his head. “You didn’t need to.”

“It was nothing, really,” You insist. 

“It was nice, I uh, well my family isn’t close by so it was nice to do something festive,” You admit. “I used to write a letter to Santa every year as a kid, and my dad, he would always promise me he’d mailed it to Santa, and a few weeks before Christmas I’d get a letter from him, and obviously, looking back, it was my dad, but I kept every single one of them.” 

“Well, thank you, you made their year,” Anthony tells you.

“Do you- Would you want to come over for hot cocoa tonight?” He asks. “You’ll have to keep your identity secret but uh, we could use some of your festive spirit in our house.”

“I’d love to,” You reply with a smile.

[jobrookekarev]

Pour Me a Drink (or Not)

Chapter: One/One

Words: 1,803

Summary: Link goes to the loft after Amelia dumps him and talks to Jo while she waits for Alex to call her. 

Takes place directly after ‘A Diagnosis’ (16x14)

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Atticus Lincoln & Jo Wilson, Amelia Shepherd/Atticus Lincoln, and Alex Karev/Jo Wilson

Characters: Atticus Lincoln, Jo Wilson, Alex Karev, and Amelia Shepherd.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Drabble, One Shot, A little Fluff, Food, Canon Compliant.

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“We’re over”

Amelia's words rang through Link’s ears as he walked out of the house. Link was on autopilot as he got in his car and drove away. The street signs became a blur as he was on autopilot. He just followed the cars that were in front of him until he finally snapped out of it. He realized he was somewhere in the SoDo district by the Old Rainier Brewery and just a few blocks away from Jo and Alex’s loft. 

He knew Jo wouldn't mind him stopping over unannounced as he had done a couple of weeks since Alex left to take care of his family. Jo was always grateful for his company and he needed her. He locked his car and input the code for the apartment building, before running up the stairs to the loft. 

“Jo,” Link yelled as he knocked on her door.

“Just a second,” Jo frantically yelled as he heard her moving things around in the loft.

Jo unlocked the door and pulled it open. The second she laid eyes on him, her lips parted as she took in his hopeless look. 

“Amelia dumped me.”

“Oh Link,” Jo said, tilting her head as her shoulders slumped and she held open the door for him. 

Link walked in and went straight for the freezer where he knew she kept the vodka, pulling it out along with two cups for them. He knew that with Jo they could just drink and be measurable together as Jo was worried about Alex.

“None for me, thanks,” Jo said, walking over to him with her arms crossed in front of her, but looked away and Link followed her eyes to the cell phone on her coffee table. He knew she wasn’t on call, for the hospital at least. 

“It's okay, you don't have to drink with me and I promise I'll shut up when Alex calls,” Link said, pouring himself a drink and putting the other glass back.

“You can drink and I'll eat and we can both cry over the people we love,” Jo said, giving him a sad smile as she let out a heavy breath. Jo walked over to the kitchen and pulled out the leftover mac and cheese from her fridge, dishing him up a plate as well. “So did she give you a reason why?”

“She said she wanted someone who would love her regardless of her baby's paternity,” Link said, as he stole a bite of the mac and cheese before she put it in the microwave. “I mean, I love her, I do, but I want to know. Is that wrong, was I wrong to ask her for a paternity test?”

“No, you wanted to know and you asked her. That's your right as the potential father,” Jo said, turning back to look at him and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Amelia's just scared that someone who doesn't love her is going to get hurt because of it and that the person who does love her will stop loving her because of it. So instead she chose the easy way out, hurting you before you hurt her.” 

“Therapy has made you really wise,” Link said, tilting his head at her and giving her a small smile as he patted her arm.

“Well once you start to understand your own complex emotions it's easy to understand others as well,” Jo said as the microwave dinged and she traded out the first plate for the second one.

“Does any of that understanding extend to Alex?” Link asked as he walked towards the couch.

“You're not here to talk about Alex,” Jo reminded him, grabbing the second plate out of the microwave.

“Well if you want I could go to Iowa and give him a little bit of brotherly advice,” Link said as Jo let out a laugh and he stepped on something by the coffee table, hearing the plastic break under his boot. He sat his drink and plate on the couch, sitting down before reaching to pick it up. 

“Well I don't know about that, Alex and I... I don't know at this point. not after...” Jo trailed off, with a shake of her brown curls.

Link picked up the piece of plastic, the blue tip had cracked under his foot, but he instantly recognized what it was and turned it over to see the positive results displayed on the little screen.

“Jo,” Link whispered, standing up and turning around to stare at her. 

Jo froze, holding her plate of mac and cheese and staring at the pregnancy test in his hands. He clearly wasn't meant to see it and she had probably tried to hide it when he knocked on her door. She had that look again, with her lips parted and her eyes wide; helpless. 

“Would you mind taking care of another pregnant woman?” Jo finally managed to say, her words just above a whisper. “Because I truly think my husband has left me.”

Link dropped the tests on the table and ran to take the plates of food from Jo’s hands. He put them on the table before he wrapped his arms around Jo. Holding her and rocking back and forth just a little. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jo said, fighting his arms as she squirmed and pushed against him. “This is supposed to be about you and Amelia. I should be comforting you not..”

“It’s okay Jo, and listen, Alex Karev is a lot of things, but he loves you. He has to come back for you and your baby.” Link tried to reassure her. He’d make sure that Alex came back to her, even if he had to go to Iowa and drag him back to Seattle himself.

“He's not!” Jo said in a mixture of anger and sadness. “I sent him a text and a picture of the test and I left him a voicemail hours ago and he still hasn't called me back. He’s not coming back.” 

“Jo, he will come back! And in the meantime, I'll take care of two pregnant women, just like you said.” Link said, as Jo finally stopped fighting and clung to him. “I'm here for you, okay. I'll be Uncle Link and you can have some of my baby stuff. You'll love it. There’s this adorable little Seahawks jersey and matching booties.”

Jo nodded and tried to calm down as she let out a deep breath, before pulling back and wiping away her tears. “Okay, I've had my cry, your turn.”

Link laughed as he put an arm around her shoulder and they both grabbed their mac and cheese before going to sit on the couch. Jo turned on the TV to some late night medical drama that they loved to laugh at and they pointed out the inaccuracies while laughing at the insane amount of drama. 

Yet, Link’s thoughts drifted back to Amelia. “I think I would have married her.”

Jo nodded, choosing not to make a joke about how he swore off married life after his parent’s divorce. She grabbed his empty plate and set it on the coffee table before he laid his head on her lap. 

“We had love and the baby and I don't know, before she told me about the paternity I just thought, maybe we could do it. Maybe we could have the whole thing, partnership, a house, and a family.”

“Would you change your mind if the baby wasn't yours?” Jo asked as she ran her fingers through his hair, before grabbing a few strands and beginning to braid it. 

“I don’t know. I guess I'm still waiting for the results.”

Jo hummed as her finger stilled. “Okay don't be mad, because it was 100% a hormonal thing, but I may or may not have talked to Owen.”

“What?” Link shot up and stared at her.

“I didn't say anything, at least nothing that wasn't hypothetical.” Jo rushed to explain it to him. “But he said that he and Teddy are in a really good place right now, and honestly I don't think he'd leave Teddy for Amelia.”

Link just sank back down as he nodded, turning his attention back to the TV again. “You can't just blame the stuff you said on your hormones.”

“Shut up,” Jo said lightly, hitting his arm. “Yes, I can.”

Things lapsed into silence again as they just watched the show. Jo’s fingers stilled in his hair as she moved to lay back against the arm of the couch. She culled up her legs as he moved his head to lay on her thigh. 

“You should think about what would happen in both scenarios whether you can realistically co-parent or if you can work it out if the baby is yours. Regardless, don't give me the baby stuff, give it to Amelia, even the Seahawks onesie and you can buy me a second one because that sounds absolutely adorable.”

“It’s so cute,” Link added, looking up at her.

“Yeah?” Jo asked as she smiled down at him and he nodded.

Link pulled up a picture of the onesie for her and they cooed over it as Jo put a hand on her belly. Link looked at the way her shirt hugged her stomach and he could see the small outline of a little bump under her hand. He wasn't surprised that she was already showing, more so that it had taken her so long to realize it, as Alex had left two months ago. 

“Are you going to co-parent with Alex if he…” Link trails off not even wanting to say it. The smile that Jo had as she looked at the onesie faded into a frown and Link instantly regretted asking her.

Jo took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. “I don't know, I guess that depends on if he calls me back.”

Link nodded, pulling up another onesie to show her and watching her face light up as she saw it. 

“Amelia’s lucky to have you and if she doesn't see that, then honestly she's blind and you're better off with someone who sees the love you have to have to offer.”

“Thanks, Jo,” Link said, smiling up at her.

“No problem,” Jo said, ruffling up his perfect hair as he complained and tried to fix it but Jo only laughed.

They watch the rest of the medical drama and the beginning of the next show. Soon enough they both grew tired. Jo didn't want to sleep alone and Link neverminded sharing a bed with her. They slept like little kids together as Link had one arm around her waist and Jo curled up against him. They left the TV on, but before they knew it they both fell asleep.

[storiesofsvu]

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[jupitersanatomy]

hello grey's tumblr!

sheesh, this feels weird writing a tumblr post in 2023. but hey, new blog, new me!

my name is jupiter and i've started this account mostly to shitpost, publish drabbles and headcannons, and promote my fics and edits.

hopefully i'll be publishing a lot soon! shameless self promo: both my wattpad and AO3 are @jupiterrwrites {i tend to publish longer stories on wattpad and one shots on AO3, just for convenience purposes}

I will write for: ~ addison montgomery x reader ~ amelia shepherd x reader ~ addison montgomery x meredith grey ~ addison montgomery x derek shepherd ~ addison montgomery x meredith grey x derek shepherd { x mark sloan} ~ pretty much every single greys or pp ship / character {bar a few}

more shameless self promo oops: i also have a tiktok @jupiterredits ! it's currently inactive while i save up for a new phone, but pls check out my edits bc there are more coming soon I promise! if ur on greystok u may have seen my japril speak now edit that's almost at 200k likes {i have no idea how that happened either}

but pls stick around for more activity! my asks are open as well for fic / hc prompts and requests, if u've made it to the end of this post u may as well leave a request ;)

ciao ciao, bambinas <3

[thebisexualdogdad]

18. With Amelia Shepherd

18 “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am”

You first met Amelia in LA when Addison hired you at the Practice. 

You and Amelia fell in love but then her brother died and she returned to Seattle leaving you behind. 

Addison tried to help you move on but all you could think about was Amelia. 

A few years later you got an offer to work at a clinic in Seattle and you contemplated for weeks, would Amelia want you back in her life? 

Ultimately you decided it was best for your career to go to Seattle and after a few months of stabilizing your life in Seattle it was time for you to see Amelia. 

You stepped inside Grey Sloan hospital the nurse at the check in desk welcoming you. 

"What can we do for you today?" She asked. 

"Hi I'm Dr. Y/L/N I'm looking for Dr. Amelia Shepherd," you told the nurse. 

"I'll page her," she nodded and picked up the phone. 

You paced around the waiting room, ten minutes later you heard her voice. 

"You paged?" Amelia asked the nurse. 

"There's a Dr. Y/L/N here to see you Dr. Shepherd," the nurse informed her. 

"Amelia," you said and she looked to you in shock. 

"Y/N," she replied. 

"It's been awhile," you smiled. 

"What- what are you doing here?" She stuttered. 

"I'm working at a clinic downtown now," you told her. 

"Oh that's great," she replied, "you look great too." 

"I can say the same about you," you chuckled, "I was thinking we could get dinner sometime." 

"I don't know if that's a good idea," she said. 

"Amelia, they told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am. Just have dinner with me even as friends, when you left you were in a bad place and I understand that but I miss you and I need you in my life again." 

"I have a bunch of surgeries this week but next week we can meet for dinner," she smiled. 

[amelinkshepherd]

Hi! I don't know if you remember that part in PP when after Amelia got Christopher's diagnosis, she felt him move/kick for the first time and she got all emotional bc she wanted to believe that everything was fine even though she knew that this was some kind of reflex? Well my prompt is that in this new pregnancy when she feels the baby move/kick for the first time, she gets all emotional and happy bc she knows that this time everything is fine! And she gets to share this moment with Link :D

Hey!!! So it kinda went a little differently that what I initially intended to do and it ended up being a little less happy but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

-x-

They sat side by side in bed. Sitting up, backs against the headboard and their hands on top of Amelia’s bump. Link impatiently waiting for what Amelia had promised was one of the highlights of being pregnant. And she meant it, something that last time worked as an agent of false hope, this time worked as a reminder that everything was okay. She felt it for the first time during a consult in the pit that morning and she had immediately been filled with fear because last time this hadn’t filled her with sadness or fear; this had given her a little glimpse of hope that only made the reality of the situation harsher. So when a tiny smile appeared on her face when she felt it for the first time she immediately wiped it off, and made her way towards Carina’s office. Who instantly assured her that everything was fine and that this was just what a healthy baby did, that this wasn’t just a reflex this was him moving around, consciously moving around.

“Wow!” Link smiled the minute he felt something underneath the palm of his hand “I felt that” He exclaimed happily, and Amelia just laughed.

"No way!" Link exclaimed, his eyes filled with excitement when he felt more movement. That was his son, he was feeling his son move. Link barely felt it, but it was definitely there. He didn't imagine it, it wasn't too hard but it was there. Amelia smiled at Link’s enthusiasm,

“Now put your hand here” She moved her hand alongside Link’s to the other side of her bump, where a minute later they both felt the baby kick again. A wide smile on both their faces.

“There’s another one,” Link laughed when he felt a few more shortly after, “We’ve got a soccer player here” he added and Amelia smiled, he leaned in closer to her bump “Are you going to be a soccer player dude?”

“He’s been doing this all day”

“You were right” Link looked up to look her in the eyes, “This is amazing”

“I know” Amelia looked adoringly at Link who had the biggest smile she had ever seen plastered on his face as he felt their son moving around. And this comfortable silence fell around them as they both enjoyed this moment, both of them incredibly content to just be sitting with one another marveling over their unborn child.

“You know Christopher kicked a couple of times” She said after a couple of minutes. The words leaving her mouth without really thinking it through, only truly registering what she had just said until she heard it. Link looked at her unsure of what to say or how to react, because he knew although she spoke more of him everyday it was still hard for her to talk about him, especially the further along she was into the pregnancy. “It was just a reflex, I knew that in the back of my mind but every time I felt him move it ignited this tiny fire of hope I had that maybe Jake and Addison were wrong, that maybe he would be okay.”

“Amelia…” Link began but before he could say anything else Amelia continued.

“I’m constantly looking for any type of sign that would reassure me that this time it was going to be different, that he’s going to be okay. But no matter how many times I tell myself that he is fine, that he is healthy, that he has a brain, I can’t keep the fear at bay. Today however, after the initial panic I had when I felt him move for the first time I felt this wave of relief wash over me, as if he was letting me know he’s alright.” Amelia wiped away a few stray tears that were making their way down her cheeks, but Link’s heart breaks a little because there’s a pleading in her voice- something unguarded and vulnerable- that made him want to wrap his arms around her and never let her go, made with want to protect her against her own pain. “But I don’t know how to not worry, or how to not dare every stage and compare it to when I was pregnant with Christopher; and I know that it’s not fair to me or to this baby but how do I make myself less scared?”

Link took her hand in his, taking in a deep breath as he tried to find the right words, “I know I can’t possibly imagine what you went through, and I don’t…. I… I know it's always going to be part of you and it’s something you carry with you everyday, but this time is different, this time you’re not alone. So the fear? The worry? Anything and everything you get to put at least half of that on my back.” Amelia felt her heart swell and her eyes fill with tears as Link continued “I’m here Amelia, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere”

Instinctively Amelia leaned in and pressed her lips against Link’s, allowing herself to get completely lost in it. Her hand curled around the back of his neck, and he moved one of his hands to the side of her face. It was slow and passionate, their mouth sliding together until she pulled back, tilting her head and he pressed his lips softly against her forehead.

“Link…” Amelia whispered.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise” He moved both of his hands back to her bump, “He’s healthy and he’s growing and he’s not moving as a reflex he’s moving because he’s getting ready to kick everybody’s ass at soccer or at baseball. Aren’t you buddy?” He placed his hand back on top of Amelia’s bump soothingly.

They both laughed when they felt the baby move, the slumberness that had recently moved into the room completely vanishing as Amelia’s fears were kept at bay by the movement of her baby boy. “See? Soccer star” Link winked at her, and he was right. Their baby was going to be fine and this right here was all Amelia would ever need to be safe. To be happy.

[angry-slytherin]

Can you write something about Amelia or Link?

wow you really gave me the reigns on this one. anything? don’t mind if I do. I need the practice with this couple anyway! thanks for the ask!

“Are babies supposed to spit up as much as ours does?” Amelia asks, sounding almost nervously humorous.

Link leans against the bedroom doorframe, “I think he spits up just the right amount.”

“I wish I could ask someone, but all of my pediatrician friends moved,” Amelia takes a seat on the bed, leaning her back against the headboard. She folds her hands over her stomach, thinner now than when she was pregnant, but still losing the babyweight.

Link walks over, slipping off his shoes, then propping himself beside her, “I’m like 98.5% sure he’s just fine. Perfect at spitting up actually; he ruined 2 of my shirts today.”

“Eh, throw them in the wash, you’ll be okay,” Amelia grins, turing her head to her boyfriend.

Link sighs, “I am exhausted. Did you think going back to work would be this hard?” he rolls onto his side, leaning his head on his elbow. Amelia purses her lips.

“You know, I really didn’t think about it all too much. It was just natural, you know? You have a baby, you take time off, and then you go back to work.” Link nods, rubbing his eyes.

“I honestly thought it would be easy. Like slipping on an old baseball glove that still fits just right. But I have never felt more tired and achy in my life. Even when six guys got injured in one Mariners game. Not even when I hadn’t slept for 20 hours in residency.”

“Twenty hours?” Amelia scrunches her eyebrows together.

“I was supposed to clock out that morning, but then I decided to scrub in on a rhinoplasty instead. I got to hold the suction, and I was. an intern. Not so bad,” Link grins.

Amelia grins back, “I am exhausted too, but I am better at masking it. With loads of coffee. Which I was deprived of for several months, so I am basking in it.”

“Maybe I just need to let my residents take the wheel more. As long as they’re confident and so am I.”

“You’re pretty good at that,” Amelia shrugs, “meanwhile I am a control freak.”

“Yes, I know,” Link raises his eyebrows dramatically. Amelia reaches to her side, and then shoves a pillow in his face.

“Shut up,” but she’s grinning as she says it.

[theshepherdandthehunter]

A New Seattle Leaf

DRABBLE

A/N: I just wrote this short drabble in like 30 minutes, on my phone, in my notes app, exhausted, and a lil high on anxiety meds (read hella fuzzy in my brain, not actually high, but it kinda feels like I'm drunk??). I did this as a free writing "just write whatever comes into your mind" kinda exercise, to help calm me down (and it worked, so 10/10 recommend doing this). Long story short, however, this could be utter shit, and I might remove it tomorrow morning once I wake up and am able to form coherent thoughts. BUT IT MIGHT ALSO BE GOOD (nurture that self-confidence, you know), or somewhere in between that spectrum? The story itself is set right after Amelia moves to Seattle from LA, and I think this is what would be considered AU. Now, before this note becomes longer than the actual drabble, ENJOY!!

***

"Amelia", his voice cuts through the disarray of the ER, leaving no doubt as to who it was directed at. Inaudible to, or at least unnoticed by, anyone else but her. "Amelia, wait". But she pushed through the cluster of people surrounding her, suffocating her. She needed to get out, get to the front door, get through it, breath. Breath.

Rushing passed the front desk, Amelia made her way through the exit and into the warm summer Seattle night. Stumbling a few more steps, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. Was she supposed to breath in through her mouth and out through her nose, or was it the other way around? She didn't remember in her current state. It didn't matter. Fresh air. Time to think. No interference. That was all that mattered.

With her eyes still closed, she stumbled a few more steps forward, knowing the way to her favorite bench in front of the hospital entrance all too well. She could find it with her eyes closed, easily. Taking more deep breaths (she thought it might actually be breath in through your nose because she was getting all kinds of dizzy now) repeatedly until she reached her destination.

The problem was, as soon as she sat down, she realized it would have been an exponentially better idea to open her eyes for at least a second or two to check no one else was occupying her bench. Instead, she found herself colliding with another body just as she lowered herself unceremoniously onto the presumed hard seat.

"Oh my god", she squealed , her eyes flying open, as she flew back upright to a standing position. Turning around, and coming face to face with her unintentional cushion, the terror in the pit of her stomach exploded. Her mouth slightly hanging open, dumbfounded, she stared into the man's eyes for a few seconds before uttering two words that made her want to disappear into thin air: "Chief Hunt".

The tall, ginger doctor sitting on her bench, albeit in a position that betrayed his suppressed urge to jump up as well, now looked up at her with an amused sparkle in his eyes. "Doctor Shepherd", his voice sounded low, almost hoarse. He too must have pulled off a few shifts in a row. "If you were so adamant on sitting in this exact spot, as opposed to the room on either side of me, all you had to do was ask". His face remained stern, but his voice betrayed a tone of amusement. He was enjoying this.

"I am SO sorry," Amelia gasped, her shock slowly fading and turning into utter embarrassment, leaving her with left-over adrenaline raging through her body. "I wasn't paying attention, obviously. I mean, I definitely didn't mean to sit on you ... ON YOUR LAP, I mean ...", oh boy, she was digging a whole deeper than she could ever climb back out of. "I mean, not that I don't want to touch you ... as in, I'm not scared of it, you're not contaminated or anything. I just ...". She shook her head vigorously to stop herself from rambling more, attempting to calm herself down and utter at least one sentence that would make sense.

"I was just ... I had my eyes closed because I was trying to enjoy the night-time, fresh air. You know, calm down a little. So i wasn't paying attention, and I didn't see you sitting here ... I usually sit here", she added as an afterthought.

Doctor Owen Hunt observed her for a few seconds. Here, standing in front of him, was one of his newest attendings (quite possibly his, soon to be, new head of neuro), arrived only a few days ago. And already he found himself drawn to her. This was not a good idea.

"That's okay", he said, gently. "Why did you have your eyes closed anyway?"

Amelia huffed and plopped down onto the bench right next to Owen. "Just to calm down", how many times had she said calm down in this conversation? She couldn't recall. Maybe 90% had been in her head anyway. "Moving is always so much harder than you first expect. I'm just trying to turn a new leaf, you know?

He didn't know. Or at least, he didn't think he knew, or understood. Nonetheless, he opened his mouth and let his words go their own way. "So ... what happened?"

***

She had been finishing up the last rounds of her shift, getting ready to go home (or rather, to her brother's home) and sleep for as long as it took her to recover from her tripple shifts. She'd had delivered her tablet, along with any accompanying paper files and forms, to the department's front desk, and had said her quick see-you-later's to her colleagues.

And that's when it happened. That's when she'd seen his face. Unexpected, and not altogether a pleasant surprise. No, that was putting it mildly. It was the last face she had expected, as well as wanted, to see right then.

It was James.

James. The man she'd thought she'd loved. James. The man she'd said yes to when he'd asked her to marry him. James. The man she'd broken up with over the phone. Over the phone. Who does that? Her James. The James she hadn't spoken to even once, ever since. He'd tried to call. Many times, in fact. But she'd ignored every single attempt. She knew it was unfair, maybe even cruel. But she couldn't face him. Not even through the phone. It was too hard. She was building a new life for herself, had given herself that chance. And he was not a part of that, couldn't be. She had to do this alone. Start all over, a new leaf, a new beginning. Whatever, something like that.

But now here he was. In person. Real life James was here in Seattle. Her LA James was here in Seattle. And it shook her. This was not how it was supposed to go. This was her new leaf. An all new Seattle leaf. There was no room for LA James here.

But he was here, unquestionably, and he'd spotted her. Making eye contact with him, she stood frozen. It was as if time stood still, and no one else in the ER -no, in the entire hospital- existed.

But this wasn't how it was supposed to go, damn it. So, before his presence could taint her new Seattle leaf (irrational she knew. Psychotic really, she knew), she turned around and ran. Rushing to the exit.

And now here she was. Sitting next to her boss. The chief, and a cute one at that, no less. Telling him her (albeit abbreviated) life story as if she'd known the man for years upon years. And she didn't even stop to consider whether he actually had an interest in hearing any of it. Regardless, or maybe because of that, she just kept going.

"So," Owen started carefully. "You broke off your engagement with him over the phone?"

"Yeah," she blushed at the incredulous look he was giving her. "Definitely not one of my proudest moments".

"And now he's here?"

"Now he's here".

"And you don't want to talk to him?"

"And I don't want to talk to him", she sighed. "I know I have to. I owe him that. It's just that," she fidgeted around in her seat. "So much happened, back in LA. So much that I don't want to remember, or at least not think about for while. At least until I'm settled a little more, and am in a state where I can properly cope with it. But he ... he is part of that past. He is a reminder of everything I want to forget, for now. He's inevitably linked, one way or another, to all of it. And him being here makes it so hard to do that, to cope and compartmentalize". A few seconds of silence passed between them as Owen glimpsed the surface of all the pain within her eyes. "AND," she suddenly added, "how the hell am I going to explain all of that to HIM?"

"You just explained it to me", Owen smiled gently. "And you don't even know me that well."

Amelia, as if suddenly realizing who exactly it was that she was talking to, turned her face to meet Owen's gaze. Her eyes remained slightly horrified. "I can't believe I just told you all of that." She smirked apologetically. "I have no filter." She added. "Or so I've been told, at least."

Owen chuckled. He didn't mind this non-filter, rambling continuously, woman he'd just met. "I wouldn't know where they'd get such nonsense".

She laughed. A beautiful, whole-hearted laugh that reflected the adrenaline discharging in her body. And it warmed his heart, made him feel all fuzzy and confused at the same time. What was this crazy lady doing to him? "Listen," he heard himself say, not realizing where he was going with his words before he said them.

"It is none of my business what happened in LA, and I'm certainly not here to judge you or your decisions". He caught her eyes, and smiled. "But I can see that you're clearly ready to get far away from here, and there's a pizza place a few blocks down. So," what in the world was he doing? "If you feel like postponing the conversation that -even though I said it was not my business- you should probably have with him sometime soon, face-to-face ... do you want to go and grab some pizza?"

Amelia looked up at him, surprised.

"You know, just to help you calm down. I can't imagine sitting down on someone unexpectedly, with your eyes closed, could have been helpful in that?" That sounded like a good excuse for why he wanted to spend some time with her right?

The neurosurgeon chuckled. She knew she had to talk to James at some point, explain to him why she left LA, why she left him. She owed him that. But for now, going for pizza with her boss, who had turned out to be a most admiral listener, sounded like the best thing in the world. And if it meant that she could potentially make a new friend (a handsome, open, and kind friend ... and had she mentioned handsome?) in this new Seattle leaf, than James could wait just a little while longer.

***

A/N II: Okay yes, pretty sure this sucks, and/or is OOC, and/or is the worst thing I've ever written. I'm never writing on meds again. BUT, it was very fun to write and that's what matters! This is not proof read, or read through entirely at all really. I'm so ready to fall asleep! My sincerest apologies for any spelling, grammar, or any other mistake I've made! I hope you enjoyed, and as always, let me know what you guys think! Feedback warms my heart, and nurtures my self-confidence (see how I brought that back? Full circle ... OKAY OFF TO BED NOW, it's clearly necessary)

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

heyyy, so i have a request cause i really love your amelia storys. So could you do a amelia one, where the reader is pregnant and amelia is scared to have sex. The reader goes to her best friend (maybe arizona or christina) for advise. Than the friend and the reader go to a sex shop and buy the readers first dildo. Later amelia finds the reader using the toy and the talk about amelia being scared to have sex while the reader is pregnant. And well smut at the end.

Xoxo

Can do! Hope you enjoy. :)

Playing It Safe

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW, sex, fingering, oral, masturbation, toy usage, sex shop, squirting, language around genitalia, some explicit language, previous Amelia trauma, pregnancy times, established relationship (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You're needier than ever during your second trimester, but Amelia has some pregnancy trauma that's getting in the way. Thankfully, you've got people who are willing to help you get what you need.

“Amy,” you prompted as she circled your clit with her tongue. You gently pulled her head up, and she looked up at you expectantly with those beautiful, blue eyes. “I love your mouth, but I need you inside me.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t know, babe.” She crossed her arms and rested her chin on your protruding stomach. “It doesn’t feel safe.”

You rolled your eyes. “Amelia, come on. We’ve been over this. Pregnancy sex is perfectly safe. If straight people do it, we can do it.”

“It just…” she stuttered, flopping onto the bed next to you. You sighed, your body drifting down, down from where it had tensed up. You weren’t going to get what you needed. Not today. “It makes me nervous.” She shrugged, and you cupped her face as she lay next to you. How could someone so smart be so stupid.

“You’re a doctor. You should know this. I know this.” Amelia never treated you differently because you were a nurse. You had a different skill set, that was all. But at a time like this, you didn’t mind emphasizing that, of the two of you, Amelia should absolutely be the more educated about pregnancy and safe sex.

Amelia was quiet for a while, looking down and avoiding your eyes. “I keep thinking about Christopher.”

Shit, you thought. It’s not that you’d forgotten about Amelia’s first child, the one who’d died in her arms mere minutes after he was born. Christopher was a part of her. But you sometimes forgot that the hopes and fears that surrounded your pregnancy were different for Amelia than they were for you. Amelia had experience. Not only that, she had trauma. Heart-wrenching, horrible trauma that she’d carry with her the rest of her life, even as she also got to carry and treasure this new child. It wasn’t fair to expect Amelia to be completely rational when it came to pregnancy safety.

You ran your thumb along her cheekbone, your voice soft. “Hey. That’s not gonna happen again. Our baby is perfectly healthy.”

“I just don’t want to take any risks,” Amelia whispered.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Okay. Whatever you need.”

Amelia started moving her hand down your body. “I mean, I can still…”

“It’s fine, Amy,” you said, hoisting yourself out of bed and kissing her on the forehead. “I gotta go to work anyway.”

You felt bad for your patients that night at Grey-Sloan. It wasn’t their fault you were sexually frustrated. You slumped into a rolling chair at the nurse’s station, groaning, and laid your head on the desk.

“Wow.”

You looked up and smiled wryly. It was Arizona–Dr. Robbins, as her patients would call her. For a little while, you and her had been the only out lesbians on the peds floor, so you’d become fast friends. Never dated–you weren’t each other’s type–but you were excellent wingwomen for one another. In fact, it was Arizona who had set you up with Amelia.

She leaned over conspiratorially, so that the people around you wouldn’t overhear your conversation. “That’s a sad lesbian sigh if I’ve ever heard one.”

You shrugged.

“What’s going on?” she prompted. “Trouble in paradise?”

You leaned closer, trying to keep your voice low. “She won’t sleep with me.”

Arizona looked genuinely shocked. “Like, at all!?”

“I mean, she won’t go inside me.”

You had never seen Arizona look more confused. “...Why?”

“She’s afraid it’ll hurt the baby.”

Arizona sat down next to you, rolling close to continue the conversation. “There’s no fucking way she really believes that. She’s a surgeon.”

“I don’t think she really does. She’s just…” You sighed and groaned. “She’s got some trauma.”

Arizona shrugged and mumbled. “I mean, if you really need to, you could just use the strap on yourself.”

You blushed. “We don’t use a strap.”

“Ever?!”

“I don’t know… it just hasn’t come up, I guess.”

She seemed to think deeply about this. “Well, do you have a vibrator or a dildo or anything?”

“No,” you answered quietly, your face getting redder by the minute.

Arizona looked at you like you were an infant, smiling, like you were something cute and tiny. “Aw, you’re just a baby.”

“Shut up. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t make me a baby.”

“No, you’re right,” she nodded, smirking. “Not owning any sex toys makes you a baby.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What time are you off today?” she said, glancing at her watch.

“7:00,” you answered.

“Me too! It’s a date then.”

“Wait, what?” She’d lost you somewhere along the way.

Arizona squeezed your shoulder. “We’re gonna find you something to put inside yourself.”

You’d never felt more out of your element in your life than you did standing in front of a wall of fake penises with Arizona.

She smiled at your horrified face.

“Little much?” she asked.

You nodded. “I don’t know, Arizona. These all seem way too… real.” You eyed a particularly girthy, veiny dildo and grimaced.

Arizona leaned on your shoulder. “They’re better when they’re attached to boobs,” she admitted. “Here, come here.”

She led you to another aisle where the toys were similar in shape, but much less realistic looking. They were almost futuristic. Sleeker, smaller, more your speed. But there were so many of them.

“I’m feeling overwhelmed,” you told her, staring at all the options.

“You want my advice?” she asked.

You shrugged and nodded.

She pulled a toy down and handed it to you. It was blue and small and bent and there were buttons. You felt like you were in Star Trek. “I’d start with this*,” she explained. “It’s relatively small. It bends, so it can mimic the feeling of fingers.” She looked pointedly at you. “Since that’s what you’re used to.”

You nodded, looking at it. “Yeah, okay. I’ll try it anyway. I just…” You sighed. “It’s not as good, is it?”

“As a partner?!” Arizona shook her head. “But it’ll do the job.”

An hour later, you were sitting in bed, the package opened in front of you, reading the little instruction manual. Sixteen settings. An app!? You just weren’t sure about it. And you felt a little bad for even wanting to use it. You knew you weren’t cheating on Amelia by masturbating. You both did it, you both knew you both did it. You worked long hours, sometimes things just didn’t line up. But this felt different somehow. Illicit.

But, god, you needed it. You’d needed it since last night. Since last week, even, when you’d started to show and Amelia had started treating you like you were made of glass.

You took a deep breath and leaned back against the pillows you’d stacked against the headboard, trying to think sexy thoughts. Amelia thoughts. You thought of her body against yours, the taste of her, her curves you loved to trace.

Your breath started to grow rhythmic, ragged, and you circled your fingers gently over your clit. After a few minutes, your arousal started to pool, and you spread it around, taking a deep breath and grabbing the toy. You looked at it suspiciously, as if it was an alien. It wasn’t Amelia. It didn’t look like Amelia. But, then maybe, like Arizona had said, it would get the job done.

You pressed one of the buttons, choosing a vibration pattern at random, and slowly slid the toy inside of you. You moaned at how good it felt to have something inside you, to once again feel something pressed against your fluttering walls. And while, no, it didn’t feel as good as Amelia’s fingers would, it was new and exciting to be able to control everything, all of it, the whole experience. The speed, the depth, the direction, to cater to your every want and move because it was you on both sides.

You continued stroking your clit as you thrust the toy in and out of you, shaking around it. God, you’d needed this.

When Amelia burst into the bedroom, still in her scrubs, you froze, face beet red, hands between your legs. She wasn't supposed to be home. Not this early.

She stared at you in shock, and neither of you spoke for a moment.

“What are you doing!?” she said, sounding somewhere between sad and angry. It was pretty clear exactly what you were doing.

“Amy, I–”

She shook her head in frustration, sitting on the edge of the bed. You tossed the toy aside and covered yourself with the sheets, feeling more self-conscious than you ever had around her.

You felt like crying. All you’d been trying to do was meet your own needs, so that Amelia wouldn’t have to. You didn’t want to make her any more anxious than she already was, but it seemed like you’d done just that.

She looked in your direction, but not in your eyes, and you saw that hers were full of tears.

“Amy…” you breathed, moving toward her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiping tears from underneath her eyelids. “I know it’s safe. In my head, I know it, but I’m just–” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “I’m so scared, all the time. And I know you need me, and I’m just–I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” you said, drawing close and wiping a tear from her cheek. “It’s okay. I’m sorry. I should have been better about telling you what I needed and, well, what I was doing to get it.”

She breathed deeply, seeming to calm down a bit, as she looked you over.

“Did you finish?” she asked, smiling slightly.

“What?”

“Just now. Did you finish?”

“Uh… no. No, but that’s oka–”

Amelia’s lips crashed into yours, hot and salty from her tears, and you pulled away a bit, surprised.

“Amy, it’s okay,” you assured her, holding her face in your hands. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” she said, her voice rough with lust and emotion. “I’m so tired of being scared.”

You looked into her eyes as she pushed you down on your back. They were lustful, determined, and just a little bit sorry. You brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, running a thumb along her brow bone.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, honey,” you told her, quietly. “The baby’s safe and healthy.”

“I know,” she said, pressing her lips to yours and slipping her tongue into your mouth, her hands squeezing your hips. 

And she didn’t look away. She kept her eyes–so beautiful, so brave–on yours as she pressed her fingers inside of you. You gasped, arching your back into her, so happy, so relieved to have her inside you again. The toy was just that–a toy, a tool. Amelia was a goddess.

Amelia whined, too, planting sloppy kisses all over your neck, your collarbone, your chest. “I missed this,” Amelia huffed, high on the way your body pulsed around her, tight and desperate and already so close to the edge. “I missed you.” Her breath was hot on your skin, her lips red and puffy from colliding with yours so furiously.

You felt yourself barrelling toward the cliff of an orgasm and grabbed her arms for dear life. “Amy,” you moaned. “Amy, I’m gonna–”

She grinned as you fell apart, quaking and throbbing around her, your hips thrusting, back arching. But, then–something neither of you had expected or experienced before–a tiny stream of fluid, flooding out of your body. You cried out, coming harder than you’d ever come in your life, way too far gone, too lost in your orgasm, to think about what the hell was going on down there.

When you finally came down, Amelia stared at you, gaping–her face a mixture of shock, self-satisfaction, and pure, dumb happiness.

“Holy shit,” she said, biting her lip and bouncing a little.

You propped yourself up, alarmed at how wet the bed was. “Did I–”

“Yeah,” Amelia laughed, running her hands through her hair. “You sure did, baby. Holy shit.”

You stared at the wet spot. That had never happened before. You weren’t sure you liked it.

“Jesus,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed. “I–”

Amelia crashed her mouth into yours, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Never,” she said, pulling away breathlessly, “let me say I’m too afraid to fuck you again. Never.”

“It’s okay if you are,” you assured her, running your hands up and down her back.

“Nope,” she argued, shaking her head. “If that’s on the table, trauma can suck it.”

You laughed and kissed her again, happy to have her body close to yours–with no inhibitions–once more.

*This is the toy, in case you’re wondering. 😉

[unexpected-character]

Sisters and Surprises

(gif not mine) I’m obsessed. My wifeeeys🥺💗

In celebration of my two wives' birthdays, Kate Walsh (October 13) and Caterina Scorsone (October 16), here's a drabble.

Amelia Shepherd x Reader

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You and Amelia started dating a few weeks after you arrived in Grey Sloan looking for a fresh start and a job as a Cardiothoracic Surgeon. That was about 6 months ago and even until now you were both happy and contented with what you both have. Sure you knew about how complicated her recent drama that had happened before you arrived which is her having a kid and an ex that asked her to marry him however she declined and hell broke lose. So things were a bit awkward but you didn't wanna get into it because you really really like Amelia and you're not going to judge her for what happened in the past and whatever reason. You'd rather support her and be there for her instead. You both chose each other, that for the both of you is enough.

You knew the basic things about her, like her being an ex-addict and her brain tumour and the likes. She also told you briefly of her sisters and said how they all don't see eye to eye. You were both still getting to know each other and you are okay and looking forward to all the discovery. You both started to know the little things first then gradually the big ones and the ones you both like to do. For example, what both of you want to eat early in the morning or even the way you both would like to cuddle 5 minutes more after the alarm rang so you both put it 5 minutes earlier so you guys try to not be late for your shifts, keyword try.

So when she paged you, as she was looking for you. You paged her back to the OR because her page said 911 however you were still finishing up your surgery so you can't just runout there for her. You were almost done anyway just a little bit of stitch and you let the resident to close up. So when you just unscrub out of a double bypass surgery when you notice Amelia doing a beeline towards you. She said she wanted you to meet someone she really cares about. She wanted you to meet her chosen sister, with that in mind you asked if you can prepare yourself first to look more well put. You want to be presentable to someone she consider as a sister knowing that she didn't have good biological ones. You were tired and a bit thirsty too due to having back to back surgeries since early this morning so you asked her if you both can go to the attendings' lounge first. She agreed but told you to hurry up because she really is excited for it. So you entered the lounge first while Amelia is following you close.

As you both enter, your eyes locked towards the water dispenser while Amelia saw the person she wanted you to meet. Amelia being too excited she wasn't able to control her tone and said, "Y/n, I want you to —" you raised your head up due to her loudness and thats when you notice the other person inside the lounge, "Woah! If it isn't the infamous Forbes." You teasingly told the older woman. Addison seeing you simply smirked and approached you. She launch herself to you for a full body embrace. She seems so relax with you. "How are you here? It's been years, Y/n/n." She said while she buries her head on the crook of your neck. You hugged her tightly. You never thought that you'll be seeing her since forever. She was on her 1st year as an attending and you were on your 4th year of residency when you were given an offer you can't refuse to another country to study your chosen specialty as it was going to make or break your career, so you left. It was emotional but both of you agreed it was for the best. You had few good years and for you guys it was enough. Your friends to lovers to friends again was good 'til you both were busy with your careers, communications were cut. You haven't forgotten her though, both of you didn't. "Almost 22 years to be exact, Forbes. I haven't heard from you a few months after I left for Zurich." "Yeah. We were both so busy, weren't we?" She looked at you fondly. The relationship didn't work out but you both hold each other dearly in each other's heart.

"Uhmm okay. This is weird. How do you both know each other?" For a minute you both forgot that there was someone in the room with you. Most especially your girlfriend. So when her initial surprise of her lover and sister knowing each other she spoke. You and Addison, both detangled yourselves from each other. You smiled at your girlfriend and approach her, taking her hand with your own. "Amelia, Addie and I were really close back when we were both residents. She's a really good friend however due to both our success in our own fields we weren't able to catch up until now." You looked at your girlfriend lovingly, happy that you have your friend back again after so much time has passed.

"Oh, okay. I feel like there's a lot of history there but it's good both of you are now in each others life, I guess." she replied, and you looked at her and can feel her jealousy about what had happened a while ago. You wanna smirk and teased her but you'd rather not because she was right that there is history but you know that whatever you and Addie had back then can't compare to what you have with Amelia now. You really hope she knows that though.

"Yes, Amy but we're good. I'm just happy that I have my friend back in my life after so many years. I didn't even know I'd see her again because last time I heard she was a hotshot bachelorette taking Europe by storm after her miracles in Zurich." Addie trying to lighten the mood and tension that you three feel inside the room. "Yeah, I did but then I thought why not visit the states and start a storm here too. However, I'm not the hotshot bachelorette though. I mean still hot, but not a bachelorette. Very much taken by this wonderful human being, a world-class neurosurgeon at that." You said and kissed Amelia's cheek. She tried really hard but she can't help the blush creeping up. You wrapped your arms around her waist and she leaned on you.

"You guys look so cute together. I am so happy that you both finally found someone that will always be there for each other. You guys are perfect." She gushed and genuinely happy at both her friend. One a little sister, and one that she can actually even admit to be her person back then maybe still is. You smiled at your friend. Happy about everything. "Okay. Let's go to the serious part now." She said and it made you a bit confused but still listened to what she'll have to say. "Y/n, you better take good care of my sister. I will kick your ass and destroy you if you ever break her heart. Amy, I love you, you know that but Y/n here was once my person back when I was just starting my career so take good care of her too. Just take care of each other or you both will feel the wrath of Satan." She said jokingly but the sincerity and truth shine through on what she said to you both. "Addie... don't worry, I really like her. I'm madly in love with her, very much so. I promise I won't intentionally hurt her. If I do, I'm gonna give myself the boot so I really understand. I will take good care of her and her heart too." You look down at Amelia. Conveying everything in your eyes that you really mean it.

"You love me?" Amelia asked. You both haven't said it yet even if you both know how you both love each other, shown through actions and care but you admitting it openly not just to her but to her sister too, it brought tears to her eyes. "I do, Amy. I really love you." You replied. Amelia can't help herself and kissed you with everything in her. She adores you so much. You can feel it through the kiss. "I love you too, Y/n. So much." She gave you another peck. "Okay. You, guys. I'm still here. Please don't fuck in front of me go to an on-call room or something." "Oh shut up, Forbes. I hope you get stalked by a lot of pregnant mothers." She gave you a strong punch and left you both for privacy. You just laugh it off. Nothing can beat how happy and in love you feel right now.

"So... Amy, baby. Don't get jealous, okay? I only love you." You said smirking and teasing her of her behaviour a while ago. You can't help but laugh your ass off because of it. "Oh shut up! I take it back, you're just annoying." She replied back. You can't help yourself and gave her a grin she knows so well. She knows that look and before she can get away, you carried her in a fireman's carry, her on your shoulder and run towards the nearest on-call room.

You both passed by Webber, him with a look of surprise and confusion but he learned to never question anything he sees with his doctors. He already got himself too much information and scarred in all the years he have been in this hospital.

[stardstgf]

MASTERPOST.

okay hi I’m going to link this in the intro post to my blog for easier access to my fics!

i post everything on ao3, so that link is here

(all my random writing that isn’t fanfiction is under the tag inkedwords)

STEVETONY FICS

ONE-SHOTS

you're the first and the last thought (when all's said and done) - character study, canon compliant

let me play among the stars - dancing

love has never been kind to you - december 16th fic

MULTI-CHAPTER

love, what an act of faith - fake relationship au

the water hears and understands - percy jackson au

(please don’t say) i love you - college au // complete

IRONDAD FICS

ONE-SHOTS (basically everything is non endgame compliant)

the breath before the dawn - baking cookies in the middle of the night

the day always breaks - nat and peter 

when night falls, i’ll guide you home - kidnapping fic

i will spend my whole life loving you - just soft fluff tbh

MULTI-CHAPTER

i never lived ‘till i lived in your light - my tumblr drabbles

i just wanted to be like you - post spiderman hc

GREY’S FICS

ONE-SHOTS

why are you full of rage? (because you are full of grief) - amelia in the aftermath of derek’s death (maggie + amelia)

a lesson in holding up the sky - amelia + derek centric character study

clinging to the ruin of your broken home - amelia + meredith before and after derek (only kind of semi canon compliant)

and i’ll stay with you through the dark - my take on amelia telling meredith about christopher (s16 timeline)

i hear my heart breaking tonight (do you hear it too?) - amelia has a nightmare + link is there (amelink)

the courage of stars - my post s17 finale fic<3 (addison + amelia/ amelink)

you’ve always felt small in the city - a small one shot set between chapter 1 and 2 of forest fire

but this place could be beautiful too, right? - charlotte finds amelia after derek dies

but darling, didn’t you know we could fly? - kai and amelia’s first kiss (not canon compliant)

falling for you and you’re worlds away - kai and amelia as moments of their relationship (feat. kai vs the shepherd sisters<3)

MULTI-CHAPTER

and i’ve been a forest fire - addison + amelia, from when they first meet in new york, through their friendship in private practice and onwards (1/3 chapters complete) the tag for updates is under this post

we were angels once (don’t you remember?) - amezona season 11 au (2/? chapters complete) the tag for updates is under this post

[cactiem]

grey’s anatomy & station 19 masterlist

rating: 🍋 (angst), 🍍 (lil angst & lil fluff), 🍓 (fluff), 🍏 (just there), 🥤 (drabble), 🍒 (headcanon)

amelia shepherd

should’ve told you -  🍍

jack gibson

birthday call - 🍍

<- back

[jordan202]

My Boys Drabbles - Thomas (Part Four - Final)

took me a while but here it is! @jia911 thanks for proofreading it!

Previous chapters can be found HERE. 

My Boys Drabbles – Thomas (Part Four)

“Has Lucas ever been this small?” Amelia asked with a contagious smile as she exposed an adorable white jumpsuit with cute little bears on it. “I honestly don’t remember.” She added, taking a look at their ten month old who crawled back and forth next to them making a mess.

They were sitting on the floor of Lucas’ bedroom, trying to sort through the drawers of baby clothes to figure out what could be of use for their new son. A few weeks before, Amelia had found out they were having another boy and she was very excited with the idea, considering the new one and Lucas would grow up close together.

“He’s still very tiny,” Owen replied, grabbing his son as the baby crawled past him and showering his head with kisses. Lucas struggled to break free at first, but when Owen blew ticklish kisses on his belly, the ten month old started to giggle.

“Owen, he is nearly as big as Harriet, and she is a year and a half older than him.” Amelia pointed out.

“I give it two years and he will be wearing your size of clothes, then.” Owen replied with an amused smile, making fun of Amelia’s petite measurements.

He laughed when she playfully threw a batch of onesies at him and realized how happy she seemed. Now that his wife was fully recovered from her surgery, Owen loved being able to enjoy the second pregnancy they were going through together.

Even though their first son was only ten months old, it was very clear he was picking up after his dad. Not only because of the color of his hair and his masculine features, but also due to his height and structure. Soon after their marriage, when Amelia had moved in, Owen had been challenged with living with a person who could pretty much camouflage anyplace around the house or fit anywhere. Sometimes, she insisted they went to work in her car, which was a nightmare because the vehicle didn’t allow him any legroom.

It was no secret that Owen liked to go for walks and in the few times Amelia had joined him, she had to ask him to slow down, because in her words she felt like a ‘poodle trying to keep up with a mastiff’. According to her, him being over six feet tall was the weapon he used to hide groceries on the top shelves. But Owen had absolutely no complaints about it. He found it adorable how tiny Amelia was. The way she would wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his chest entirely made up for it. And when she curled up next to him in bed, fitting perfectly inside his embrace like a little kid looking for comfort, Owen knew that having a short, petite wife wasn’t at all an issue.

“Did you hear this?” Amelia interrupted his thoughts. “I think Lucas said mama.”

Owen shifted his attention back to their son. For a while now, Lucas had been interacting with them a lot more, making sounds and blabbering syllables, paying attention to what they said and even recognizing names, songs and familiar faces. A couple of days before, Owen could swear he’d heard the boy say “dada” in an attempt to get to him but Amelia had been reluctant to acknowledge it.

“He did not,” Owen smiled mischievously, doing the same thing she’d done to him. “I think you heard what you wanted to hear.”

For the past weeks, the couple had been playfully competing to see who’d be honored by their son’s first ever comprehensible word. And now, Amelia seemed too determined to put any doubts aside and claim the winning spot.

“He clearly said it.” She insisted. Amelia knew that Lucas had indeed said something similar to dad not too long before but she wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“He did not.” Owen played along, giving her a pretend censoring look.

Amelia scowled so adorably that it made him laugh. Lucas seemed to pick up on the light atmosphere because the baby smiled and made an attempt at a solo walk, this time crashing into his father’s arms before he could hold balance. Amelia was just about to stimulate the baby to try his first steps in her direction when her phone buzzed.

“It’s Tom,” Amelia whispered to Owen before answering the call.

Across from his wife, Owen heard the senior neurosurgeon asking her through face time about any symptoms she might have experienced the past weeks and how her return to work had been. Amelia noticed the way Owen rolled his eyes once he realize who was on the phone, but she tried her best to hide her amused smile.

“Show me the scar.” Koracick couldn’t hide a smug smile on the corner of his lips and immediately resumed talking. “Oh that’s right, you can’t, because you don’t have one.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” Amelia couldn’t be bothered, well aware of Tom’s arrogance. She had to give it to him though, he had indeed done a wonderful job. Her incision site was nearly invisible, even if she pulled her hair to the side.

“Oh, look, it’s Bighead!” Amelia heard Koracick’s voice and saw his pestering smile when Lucas made an attempt for her phone, blocking the camera. “It looks like he is finally growing some teeth.”

“He has two now.” Amelia laughed at her former boss’s provocation, proudly flashing her baby’s smile to the phone.

“Yeah, those two white bulges make him look even creepier,” Tom replied with a smirk, unaware that everything he was saying could be heard by Owen. “And how is Little Thomas doing?”

“It’s a boy.” Amelia smiled, knowing that now more than ever Koracick would pester her about the name.

“You see, it’s fate.” Her mentor smiled arrogantly. “He is destined to be the new me. Thomas Koracick the second, write that down. You’re going to hear that name quite often in the future.”

Amelia rolled her eyes and was about to reply when Lucas successfully reached out his hand and grabbed her phone before she could stop him.

“Dada.”

“Oh, I knew it.” Amelia’s heard the muffled sound of Tom’s voice when Lucas took the stolen cell phone to his mouth. She had just gotten it back and cleaned the spit from it when the guy added. “Bighead is so jealous of Little Thomas that he is already calling me dad.”

“He was actually talking to Owen.”

Amelia’s dissatisfaction to admit Lucas’s first comprehensible word really had been “dad” was entirely made up by the look of alarm on Koracick’s face when he realized Owen had been listening to him the entire time.

“This is the moment I hang up.” Tom pulled himself back together and gave Owen a scowl of indifference, adding with sarcasm. “Take good care of my heir.”

Before Owen could even say something, Tom hung up. The trauma surgeon took a deep breath, trying to refrain from pointing out how obnoxious and unbelievably arrogant Amelia’s former mentor was.

“You can just say it.” Amelia read his thoughts and struggled to contain a smile.

Owen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hating to admit it.

“The guy is unbelievable.” He nodded his head in disapproval. He didn’t have enough words to describe what exactly he thought of Tom Koracick. “But…” Owen let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes. “We do look alike.” He accepted, much to his own dismay. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter, let’s get to what’s really important here,” his face transformed as a satisfied smile crept on his lips. “I guess we now have confirmation that this little man,” Owen leaned forward and easily captured Lucas with one of his arms, giving the boy a series of kisses on the cheek, “really has just said his first word.”

“I hate you.” Amelia grinned, unable to hide she hated to lose. But at the same time, she was the happiest she had ever been.

“No, you don’t.” Owen looked up to meet her eyes and returned her smile.

“I really don’t.” She laughed when he used his other arm to capture her too, keeping both her and their son trapped inside his embrace.

“What am I going to do with you three, huh? One is absolutely stubborn and unpredictable,” Owen looked at his wife and then diverted his gaze to Lucas. Their baby was just as willful and determined as his mother and just like Amelia, it felt like his energy never expired. “The other is already a little savage in the making.” He tried to keep his face serious. Lucas was always playing and exploring, demanding a lot of attention from his parents. It was hard to keep up and he knew the baby had taken after Amelia. “I just honestly hope your brother has a better disposition because I can’t with a third brat to watch out for.”

Amelia cracked up, shrugging her shoulders to defend herself from the ticklish kisses on her neck. She wrapped one arm around Owen’s torso, leaning against him on the floor of their children’s bedroom.

“Have you thought about any baby names yet?” She looked up to meet his eyes, unable to stop smiling.

“No, have you?” Owen gently caressed her hair, watching as Lucas seemed too caught up trying to chew a rubber toy.

“Emilio Shepherd.” Amelia replied with a giggle, making Owen crack up too. “How about that?”

“That is what I was going with too.” Owen replied with good humor. “Of course he will never get bullied for that.”

“Of course not.” Amelia played along, too entertained.

They spent the next minutes coming up with new suggestions, one worse than the other.

“Luke, what do you think we should name your brother?” Amelia held her baby and kissed his belly, being rewarded with a smile. “What is your choice?”

Lucas tried to be a part of the conversation, answering with a bunch of random syllables to his parents’ delight.

“So I am really torn now.” Amelia couldn’t contain her laughter. “Emilio Shepherd or La-la-la.”

“Do you want to name him Thomas?” Owen asked a little more seriously, making eye contact with his wife.

Amelia’s goofy manners vanished and she straightened up her body, sitting in front of him on the floor.

“No, of course not.” She frowned with a little more emphasis than necessary. “You hate Tom.” She pointed out.

Owen tried to refrain from agreeing with that sentence, so he just leaned forward and grabbed her thighs with his hands.

“It’s okay if you do.” He assured her, looking his wife in the eyes.

“But…” Amelia was genuinely confused. “You said so yourself. Tom is an egocentric jerk.” She used the words Owen had said on purpose.

“He did save your life, though.” Owen pointed out. He might not be the guy’s biggest fan, but he had to admit that. And most importantly, at this point, the trauma surgeon had already figured out what mattered the most. “And it doesn’t matter how much he likes to pretend that he is indifferent, it’s obvious he is worried about you.” Owen admitted, shrugging his shoulders with conformation. “It doesn’t change the fact that he is an idiot, but I really think deep down he is a good guy. I think he genuinely cares about you.” The trauma surgeon rolled his eyes, hating that he was able to be this rational. “And Thomas is a nice name.”

“It is.” Amelia bit her lower lip, touched by her husband’s accurate perception and selfless gesture. Owen never failed to amaze her.

“So, Little Thomas, huh?” Owen reluctantly smiled, well aware that by the time Koracick found out about it, they would be in for another round of insufferable teasing.

“Thomas Hunt, though.” Amelia looked lovingly at her husband. “Not Koracick or anything else.” She made sure to point out. “Little Thomas Hunt.” Amelia repeated, watching the way Owen’s eyes revealed how pleased he was to hear those words. He placed a lot of value in family and she knew her loyalty meant the world to her husband.

“I think if our son is half as smart as you are, then he will be just as smart as Koracick.” Owen gave her a wicked smile, absolutely satisfied to get back at the guy. “So I think Thomas fits.”

Amelia felt touched by his adorable compliment and reached out to give Owen a kiss on the lips.

“I love you.”

“I thought you just said you hated me?” He raised one eyebrow at her, smiling right after.

“Very smart.” She tilted her head, flirting with him before Owen’s hands went from her thighs to her face, pulling her in for another kiss.

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Just like he’d done when his wife had been pregnant with Lucas, Owen made sure to assemble the new furniture for the nursery. Every day, Amelia asked herself how they were going to manage two young babies. Lucas seemed to sense that a big change was about to happen because he demanded a lot of attention every time his mother was with him.

After a particularly busy Sunday working on house renovations, Owen was exhausted. He took his time in the shower, enjoying the peaceful moment after a noisy day.

The trauma surgeon had just finished drying his hair with a towel and put on comfortable pants when his eyes caught a glimpse of his wife standing in their bedroom corner. Amelia had a heavy frown on her forehead as she worked her way around buttoning an old pair of pants, looking at it with a mix of disbelief and caution.

“Everything okay there?” Owen asked from a distance, amused with her struggle.

“Yeah,” Amelia was startled by his question before looking over her shoulder to reply. “It’s just…” She sighed, giving up completely. “Damn it, a bunch of my clothes don’t fit me anymore.”

Owen chuckled and walked to her, finding it funny how bothered by it she seemed to be.

“You’re twenty weeks along, babe.” He reminded her, giving his wife a gentle kiss on the temple as she stood in front of a mirror, looking back at their reflection. “It was bound to happen.” Owen smiled with his eyes before descending his gaze from her face to her now prominent bump. “And by the way, you look beautiful.” He added, brushing his lips on her cheek one more time before walking away.

Amelia lifted the tank top she was wearing and looked at her oversized abdomen. She turned to her side and bit her bottom lip with amusement, watching the transformation of her body. Her previously slim waist was now rounder and for some reason, it felt like her hips were larger too. Amelia had never been insecure about her looks or her body, she’d always known she was above average attractive. But she was confident enough to admit out loud that she didn’t think she looked her very best at the moment.

“Look at me,” She playfully asked for Owen’s attention. “I read somewhere this week that by now, the baby should be the size of a banana,” her eyes sparkled with playfulness before she added, “but for some reason it feels more like I have a watermelon inside of me.”

Owen was contaminated by her lightheartedness and easy smile. Amelia was able to laugh at herself without being demeaning. He loved that about her. In fact, he loved everything about her. From the black panties and fitted tank top she was wearing, to the adorable dimples dancing on her cheeks as she smiled widely at him.

“I think you look hot,” He winked discreetly at her, pulling the covers from the bed to lie down.

“You seriously don’t.” Amelia doubted him, smiling from ear to ear as she turned back to the mirror, amused by her own disproportional figure. “If Luke could speak properly, he’d ask me why I swallowed his new brother.”

“Amelia, don’t make me say it again. You look amazing.” Owen insisted, the smile on his lips going from sweet to seductive. “Come here.”

Amelia took one second longer looking into his eyes and with a chuckle, switched off the light before walking in his direction.

“What are you doing?” Owen asked before she reached the bed. “Turn the lights back on.”

“There’s no need to.” Amelia replied, stubbornly resuming her way.

“But I want to.” Owen firmly stated, stretching out his hand to turn on the lamp on his bedside table. When he saw the question in her eyes, the trauma surgeon explained. “I want to look at you.”

“Stop it, you’re just being silly,” Amelia felt her cheeks blushing but didn’t have time to process it because Owen captured her arms and pulled her to his lap. “You’re trying to make me feel good because while I get to do all the heavy work,” she touched her belly suggestively. “You got only the fun part.”

“True.” Owen whispered close to her ear, drawing a trail of kisses on the column of her neck right after. “I only participated in the fun part. But I am not trying to make you feel better, I seriously mean it.” He added, looking straight into her eyes so she could see he was being honest. He had never wanted her more than he did at that moment “You are a freaking turn on.”

“Owen,” Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck and dug the tips of her fingers jn the back of his head, lazily caressing his hair. “How can you seriously think I look hotter now than I did before I was pregnant?”

“Because now you have a part of me inside of you.” Owen answered like it was very obvious. “Something that we made together.” He added, more rationally than emotionally. “Do you have any idea how amazing that is? Nothing can beat that.”

Amelia didn’t realize she’d held her breath, totally caught off guard by his sweet confession. The fact that Owen had said it so naturally overwhelmed her. Before she could process it, Amelia leaned over him and kissed his lips, wrapping both her legs and arms around the only man who’s ever made her feel so absolutely complete. She was so happy that for the night, she forgot all about her recent surgery, the still opened discussion about how they were going to deliver the new baby and how her body would still transform a lot more, focusing instead on the one responsible for bringing an insane amount of happiness to her days.

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Summer was almost over when, on a sunny weekend, Amelia opened her door to find Addison Montgomery standing on her doorway with a big smile on her face.

Addison had never failed to be there for her when Amelia needed her the most and this time it was no different. Even though she and Owen had several times talked about the upcoming birth, never had they reached a conclusion. Amelia knew that no matter which choice they made, what mattered the most was having Addison there because she was the only one Amelia trusted for the task. And to her delighted surprised, she’d heard Owen confess he felt the same way.

“I can’t believe you are this big!” Addison said, playfully kissing Lucas. After the boy’s birth, she’d come to Seattle for his baptism, and just recently for his first birthday party and to check on Amelia. But she was always in touch and Amelia loved to see her devotion as godmother.

“I can’t believe Henry is this big!” Amelia chided, looking at the pictures on Addison’s phone. “I still don’t forgive you for not bringing him.”

“He goes back to preschool on Monday!” Addison justified. She didn’t know how long she would stay for and it wasn’t wise to make Henry unnecessarily fall behind in his classes.

“School never took anyone anywhere.” Amelia said unconvinced, opening the fridge to get a jar of orange juice. She was past thirty-eight weeks along now and even though the scans showed Thomas to be nearly as large as Lucas had been, she took comfort in knowing he seemed to be at least a little smaller.

“That’s great advice for your kids,” Addison replied with sarcasm, unable to hide her smile. “I can’t believe you are a mom of two, what the hell.”

“I know, right?” Amelia smiled mischievously, almost proud of herself. “Who would have guessed? I feel like I am not mature enough to be anyone’s mom.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Addison teased her and when they both laughed together, the surgeon added. “You know I am just kidding, don’t you?” She asked, looking deeply into Amelia’s eyes. “You’ve turned out amazing. You are one hell of a mom and I am damn proud of you.”

Amelia bit her bottom lip, touched by the words her friend had said. Despite not being biologically related to her brother’s ex’s wife, she still considered Addison much more of a sister than her blood sisters had ever been.

“Thank you, Addie.” Amelia replied, feeling unusually shy. Addison’s words meant a great deal to her and there was no point in trying to hide it, because her friend could easily read the  emotions on her face. “Still, though…” Amelia’s voice went back to its signature playfulness. “I am a mom.” She added empathically. “A mom. Of two, on top of that.” The neurosurgeon affectionately rubbed her belly.

“Keep going at this rate and soon enough it will be of three.” Addison raised one eyebrow in a big sister censoring mode.

“God, no!” Amelia refuted immediately. She was already having a hard time with one and soon enough, she would have to juggle two. “Before Owen and I got married I used to think I’d easily go for four or five kids but damn, I had no idea it’s this much work.” Amelia said, while going around the kitchen getting plates and a few snacks for the two of them. “I mean, it’s not just the heavy work… I am used to sleepless nights, but what is really consuming is the worry.” She defined, looking at Addison to see if the other could relate. Once Addison agreed with a head nod, Amelia went on venting. “I worry all the time.” She confessed. “Luke is the first thing in my mind when I wake up and the last one before I go to bed. His well-being is way on top of anything else and Thomas isn’t even born yet and I already feel the same way…” Amelia frowned, lost in thought. “I mean, it won’t ever stop. And it’s overwhelming to think that. Because I can’t control it.” The neurosurgeon gazed at nowhere, deeply immersed in her own thinking. “It’s crazy, it’s… it’s…”

“It’s being a mom.” Addison summarized for her and playfully raised her orange juice glass in a pretend toast. “I couldn’t have defined it better myself.”

“I guess.” Amelia agreed with a large smile, watching as Lucas stepped forward the minute he saw the glass of juice in her hand.

At fourteen months old, Lucas was not only walking, but his parents were already having a hard time keeping him from running. He wanted to explore everything and his vocabulary was impressively increasing by the day. Now, the baby understood a lot of different words and was able to communicate using his facial expressions, pointing to objects and even saying a handful of words he could now pronounce very clearly.

“So…” Addison turned the glass around in her hands, looking at Amelia with a more serious expression. “Have you and Owen reached a conclusion about the birth yet?”

Amelia wasn’t surprised with the question and took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say.

“Not really…” She replied honestly. “He is still insisting I have the C-section, I am still terrified with the idea.” The neurosurgeon added. “Unless you look me in the eyes and tell me that medically speaking, you think it’s going to be dangerous for the baby to have a natural delivery. In that case, I don’t care what I have to go through.” She said with certainty. “But if you think I can pass this baby, if you think the risk for him is smaller or equivalent to the one of a C-section, then I am not going through another surgery.”

Addison studied her friend’s expression, trying her hardest to be as impartial and sensible as possible.

“Amelia, do you remember what happened last time?” Addison asked without any judgment. “I am not asking this in a condescending way, I am asking you, do you really remember what happened?” The obstetrician breathed in and out. “You were unconscious for a big portion of it. That’s why I am asking.”

“I do,” Amelia replied insecurely. “I mean, I remember it was painful and that at some point I lost a lot of blood but…”

“Amelia, you nearly died.” Addison went straight to the point, looking into her eyes very seriously. “You nearly died and I think if you remembered exactly what happened you wouldn’t in your right mind want to submit yourself to that again.”

“Addie, I…”

“That being said,” Addison raised one of her hands in the air, silencing Amelia. “I am going to be honest with you and say that from a medical point of view…” The obstetrician struggled, knowing that despite not being comfortable with it, she owed Amelia nothing but her honest opinion. “Although knowing that having a history of uterine atony increases the chance for a new event in a following birth, it does not contraindicate a new natural delivery.” Addison sighed. “In your cases, we know it was Lucas’ size that probably caused your condition. If Thomas is smaller than him, it’s probably safer to go through with it.”

Amelia noticed how her friend was struggling with the confession and deeply appreciated her effort to be truthful at the same time she showed her concern.

“Thank you.”

Addison nodded assertively and for the rest of the day, the two surgeons caught up on each other’s lives. Just when Amelia thought the matter was decided, she found out that actually communicating Owen about her decision and the talk she’d had with Addison was turning out to be harder than she’d anticipated.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” The neurosurgeon carefully asked, sitting on their bed while her husband kept his silence with his back turned to her.

“There is nothing left to be said.” Owen replied dryly, avoiding looking at her.

“Owen, it’s not like that…” Amelia tried, hoping the conversation wouldn’t turn it into a fight. “I told you, I talked to Addison and she thinks that…”

“You’ve made up your mind and you informed me of your decision.” Owen looked at her over his shoulder. “You’re clearly certain about this and you know I don’t agree with it.” He added with consternation. “So the same way I can’t force you to take the safer route, please don’t expect me to be convinced that your way is better.”

Amelia figured the dimension of just how upset Owen was when he stood up and walked away, struggling to contain his irritation.

Amelia felt her throat constricting and fought really hard not to tear up. Not only were the hormones in her body making her emotionally liable, she was also feeling unsupported and alone for the first time ever since she’d found out she was pregnant. Having Owen by her side meant the world to her and it scared Amelia to death to think that he wasn’t on board with such a huge decision in their lives.

“Owen, please…” Amelia sniffed, still resisting the tears. “You have to try to understand it.” She begged, leaving the bed and going to him. “Please, I…”

“Don’t you get it?” Owen tilted his head and looked at her, livid. For the first time, he fully looked at her and the distress on her face broke his heart. Fighting an internal battle, Owen realized he’d lost it the moment the first tear rolled on her cheek. “I don’t want to lose you...” He roughly held her face in his hands.

“You won’t lose me,” Amelia cut him off.

“…I’ve had to see you nearly die too many times before!” Owen went on, ignoring her interruption. “First that time in the elevator,” He listed, thinking about the day early in their marriage when Amelia had gone into a collapsed building to rescue a patient and nearly got herself killed. “Then when Lucas was born I thought you were both going to die and it was the scariest day of my life… Then we found out you had a brain tumor…!” Owen took a break, overwhelmed with the memories. “How more many times am I going to have to sit around biting my nails, praying to God that someone won’t come to me to tell me that my wife has died?”

Long seconds of heavy silence went by as Amelia processed his point of view. She didn’t have an answer to that, because the one he wanted to hear was also the one that scared her the most.

“I won’t die!” Amelia chided, unable to hold her tears at his display of raw emotion. “You won’t lose me because I won’t die…” She insisted, unreasonably. “Addison is going to be there and if anything goes wrong, she will intervene and…”

“That’s what happened last time.” Owen interrupted her. “And you nearly died, anyway.” He recalled, thinking about the birth. “And Lucas too.” He added. “When he finally came out and I saw that he was blue, the first thought I had was that my baby had been deprived of oxygen for too long and too much damage was already done to be reversed.” Owen truthfully admitted.

He saw the look of horror on Amelia’s face and even though he felt cruel for resorting to that argument, considering Amelia would probably feel irrational guilt, he knew in his heart he needed to because too much was at stake and Owen wasn’t about to risk losing her or their baby.

“You don’t want to have surgery because you’re worried about the drugs and I get it, babe, I honestly get it…” He loosened the grip on her face and gently bent forward, kissing her temple with devotion. “I don’t want to see you in pain, that’s the last thing I want.” Owen added with sincerity. “But I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” He wrapped her in her arms and held her so tightly that Amelia didn’t doubt him. “I won’t let anything happen to you under my watch, but Amelia, you gotta let me…” Owen nearly begged. “It’s not just me, you know?” He lifted his head from her neck to look into her eyes. “We have the kids to think about. If anything happens to you or to the baby, where does that leave us?” He raised his eyebrows, trying to make Amelia see it through his eyes. “Where does that leave Lucas? If you bleed out again and we can’t control it this time and I know… I know you think the chance isn’t that big but there is a chance… If it happens, how do I come home and tell Lucas that his mom isn’t coming home anymore?” Owen looked into her eyes, resorting to the most powerful feeling in Amelia’s heart. “If Thomas comes out and you bleed to death again, how do I raise them and tell them what happened?” He saw the way her eyes drowned in tears and secretly hated himself to be causing them, despite knowing it was necessary. “You can’t risk dying, Amelia, even if you think the chances are smaller, because they need you. I need you.” He added emphatically. “But they need you more than anyone else and I know you think you’re making the best decision for you both but you can’t risk not being there for them.”

Amelia was assaulted by a wave of tears and soon enough, heard herself sobbing.

“I am scared…” She confessed, seeking the comfort of his arms.

“You are not going to be on drugs again, Amelia. I promise.” Owen said with confidence. “I won’t let it happen.”

When Amelia had first found out about her brain tumor, she had submitted herself to surgery because she knew there was a big chance both she and her baby could die or be neurologically impaired in case she didn’t remove it and went on with her pregnancy. And while she’d received opioids during anesthesia, afterwards Amelia had bravely avoided them and endured post op almost pain free.

But now, a C-section would implicate not only in another round of pain block, but also a much wider and deeper surgical wound. Amelia would have to cope with it all the while caring for a newborn and an infant. And despite knowing she had a strong support system and a lot of help, the idea of being exposed to drugs in such a vulnerable moment scared the hell out of her, because Amelia knew she couldn’t predict her actions. She was sure she was in a better place than she’d ever been, and that was exactly why she wasn’t willing to risk letting her past compromise her future with a possible relapse.

And yet, at the same time Amelia hoped a natural birth would run smoothly because all medical signs pointed that way, there was the slim chance of things taking an unexpected turn like the previous time. If she was submitted to a C-section, they couldn’t predict all the risks, but it would be much easier to control a hemorrhage in case she had one. Not to mention there wasn’t the chance of Thomas being deprived of oxygen during birth in case she couldn’t pass him.

And when the idea of her son’s wellbeing being compromised came to mind, Amelia knew in her heart she’d just made her decision.

“Okay…” She sobbed loudly, unable to speak more than a whisper.

Owen let out a breath of utter relief and tightened his grip around his wife, thanking the universe for making Amelia take the safer route.

“You will be okay,” he promised, not realizing he was rocking her back and forth. “I promise you, you will all be okay.”

Owen had never failed to take care of her and Amelia knew in her heart he would keep his word. There wasn’t anyone in the world she trusted more than her husband, and no one had ever made her feel as safe as he did. So even though the idea of a new surgery still terrified her, she was aware that rationally, it made more sense for everyone affected.

When they informed Addison of the decision, Amelia could swear she saw relief stamped on her friend’s face. But being Addison, she quickly got practical and looked at the calendar, suggesting they scheduled a C-section for September 20th, in three days. Her plan included monitoring Amelia closely to make sure she didn’t go into labor before that, or else they’d have to rush with the procedure, considering the baby was already at full term.

But late that same evening, Amelia woke up with a backache. Initially, she didn’t give much thought to it and tried adjusting on the bed. Given her height and the size of her belly, lumbar pain wasn’t exactly an alarming symptom and she’d been experiencing it during her third trimester. But when the pain woke her up for the third time that night, Amelia gave up sleeping completely.

At some point, she decided to leave the bed and realized she was sweating, even though it wasn’t seven in the morning. The neurosurgeon abruptly took off her clothes, but the minute she stepped into the shower and felt something moist running down her legs before she had even turned on the water, Amelia figured out what was happening.

“Owen,” She called out, her voice calm and firm. “Owen, wake up. I think my water just broke.”

She had to laugh at how fast her husband went from deeply asleep to functionally up and running. In less then twenty minutes, they were already at the hospital and Addison requested the OR at the same time she stepped in to examine her friend in the obstetrics ward.

“Why are you making that face?” The neurosurgeon asked with alarm, trying to make sense of her friend’s worried glances.

Amelia noticed as Addison quickly stood up and discarded her gloves in the nearest bin.

“You’re already at ten centimeters.” The obstetrician explained.

“But I am not…” Amelia looked from her and then to Owen, who stood in the opposite side of the room, next to her shoulders. “I am not contracting yet.”

“You are.” Addison informed her, asking for help to transport the patient up to the OR.

“No, when I had Lucas it was different, it wasn’t like this…!” Amelia replied and the change of expression on her face was clear. She started to panic and sought help in her husband and friend’s figures. “Why is this happening…? Addie!”

Amelia noticed the way Addison rushed to get her gurney moved upstairs and Owen followed with a look of extreme worry on his face.

“You’re okay,” Addison touched her shoulder and looked her deeply into her eyes. “I’m taking you to the OR.” She looked from Amelia to Owen and then back to her friend. “I just don’t know if we’ll have enough time to block you and get the procedure going before the…”

Addison’s words were interrupted by a large scream of agony when Amelia felt the stinging familiar muscular pain in her back going with full force to her lower abdomen. She cried out a nasty word, making people around her frown in response, and closed her eyes with full force to endure the stabbing pain she knew was about to come.

Everything happened so fast that Amelia was surprised with how well it turned out to be. Considering this was her third labor, it was expected to progress faster but afterwards, she would come to realize that she had been in labor for at least six hours, ever since birth contractions disguised as back pain had started to hit.

And this time around, the birth progressed smoothly, much more so than Amelia and Owen could ever hope for in their most positive dreams.

“There he is…” Addison smiled between tears, wrapping a large pink baby in a dry towel before handing him over to his mother, who looked at her with effusive joy. “Look at him, Amelia, he is gorgeous.”

And the neurosurgeon had to fully agree. Newborns were usually so swollen and immersed in birth fluids that they didn’t look exactly pleasing. But Thomas looked so fragile and at the same time so cute that Amelia felt her heart fluttering with the purest emotions.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She held him for the first time, studying his adorable features. Thomas had large, round eyes and a very prominent dimple on his cheek that became even more evident when he tried to suckle. It was her dimple, Amelia realized. “You are so cute… Mom loves you so much…”

Owen was standing by her side but he was so overwhelmed with his emotions that he couldn’t say a word. Instead, he leaned forward and gave his wife a kiss on the forehead, getting closer to see his newborn son.

“I love you,” The trauma surgeon whispered in his wife’s ears, delicately touching the five toes on his baby’s foot. “I love you both so much.”

Amelia turned her head up to see him and smiled with contentment.

“Where is Lucas? He needs to meet his brother.”

“He is outside with Maggie.” Owen explained, unable to take his eyes off his new son. “Oddly enough, she is one of the few ones who isn’t out on maternity leave.”

Amelia laughed, knowing very well what he was talking about. Arizona Robbins had just gone back to work after a maternity leave period with her son, who had been born a few months before. April and Jackson had also given birth to a boy, not three weeks before. And Jo Wilson and Alex Karev were expected to welcome a daughter in the following month.

“Maggie has to meet Tommy too.” Amelia stated with a full smile. “She has to meet her godson. I want to see them… When can I see them?”

No more than thirty minutes afterwards, Amelia was already enjoying the company of her husband and friends in the private room inside the maternity wing. She couldn’t believe how well things had worked out. Not only jad she accidentally avoided a C-section but the natural birth had progressed better than she and Owen had predicted.

Now, they had not one, but two amazing and healthy baby boys who were able to exponentially multiply how much love they shared in their household.

 “Luke, be gentle!” Amelia asked, watching as her oldest son moved on her bed while she dressed his baby brother.

“Baby.” Lucas said with a wide grin, pointing to his brother but looking at his mom for approval.

“Yes,” the neurosurgeon looked back at him, trying to divide her attention between the two boys. “He is my baby and so are you.”

“Momma.” Lucas smiled at her, handing her one of the diapers that was next to him even though Amelia had already finished getting Thomas dressed. He looked pretty proud of himself. Amelia took the sweet gesture as a peace offering and laughed with effusive joy. “Luke helps.”

“Yes you do,” Amelia bent over and kissed him multiple times. “You are mommy’s favorite helper.”

“And Tommy too.”

“And Tommy’s favorite too.” Amelia smiled with enchantment at her son’s sneaky manners.

Thomas was yet too young to understand the conversation, but he already recognized people around him and made a fuss when he saw his brother, excitedly moving his arms and legs.

Amelia held his hands and gently helped the baby to sit. At five months, Thomas was starting to learn to hold balance on his own. The neurosurgeon ran her hand through his thin hair, speaking words of encouragement when he didn’t fall back after being helped up.

“Look who’s sitting up!”

“Jesus Christ!” Amelia’s eyes went wide with alarm when Owen unexpectedly surprised her behind her back. He always did that and she hated it. Throwing an unused pack of baby wipes at him as punishment, Amelia tried to control her racing heart. “Why can’t you announce yourself for once? You scare me every time.”

“Because it’s a lot more fun seeing you get worked up like that.” Owen had to dodge her playful attempt to once again hit him, this time with a pillow. Almost instantly, he was warmly welcomed by Lucas who was already pulling his pants to be picked up by his father. “Hey buddy.” Owen crouched and gave his son a warm hug before picking him up. “How are you? How was your day?”

“He was an amazing help to mommy today.” Amelia replied, looking at her son with proud eyes. Lucas noticed it, because his smile couldn’t hide how pleased he was.

“And this little man right here?” Owen sat on the edge of the king size bed his wife and younger son were in.

“He behaved like a gentleman too.” Amelia chuckled, observing her husband motion forward to give their baby a welcoming kiss.

“And what about you?” Owen pulled her by the hand, forcing Amelia down in his direction. He quickly stole a kiss before adding, “Did you behave today too?” He asked her playfully.

Owen knew that Amelia must have had a tough time spending a day entirely alone with the boys while he was at work. It was the first double shift he pulled after Thomas was born and he knew how overwhelming it could be to be at home with two babies for so many hours. But despite tired, she looked happy.

“I always behave.” She returned his loving gaze.

“No, you never do.” Owen looked at her with expectancy in his eyes and smiled lovingly at her. He was up to something and Amelia could tell. “Now, since you’ve been such a team player today and held it together like a champ,” he teased her, “I thought you could use a treat. Go check the kitchen.”

Amelia didn’t waste time wondering what was happening. Instead, she jumped out of bed and raced to the living room. Her face transformed with a smile when she noticed the takeover bags of her favorite restaurant piled on the kitchen counter. Owen had brought them dinner and she felt instantly thankful for him being so amazing.

And Amelia didn’t even need to open the first box to know what it contained. She could already smell her favorite crab cakes. Oh, how well her husband knew her.

“Owen Hunt!” She yelled from the kitchen, unable to see the smile of utter satisfaction on Owen’s face as he lay on the bed, holding both his sons in his arms as he listened to her, anticipating her happiness, which only added to his own before he took the boys to join her. “I love you!”

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Epilogue

“Is this really him?” Tom asked with a heavy frown.

A baby’s birthday party was the last place on Earth Amelia would expect to find her mentor in and yet there he was, at her house, on her younger son’s first birthday. Everything around them was decorated with safari animals and Tom Koracick looked hilariously out of place standing in the middle of her living room, examining her baby like he couldn’t make up his mind about the boy.

“This is him.” Amelia smiled widely. A few weeks before, she had unpretentiously invited Koracick to  Thomas’s birthday party, not really expecting him to show up. But to her delighted surprised, her former boss showed up on her front step that day. He’d justified it by saying he was in town for a lecture at the University of Washington, but Amelia had a feeling his motives might not be entirely academic. “Tommy, say hi to Uncle Tom.” Amelia encouraged her son.

Tom Koracick stood in front of the boy, his narrowed eyes scanning the infant. With his silver blonde hair and his father’s eyes added to some of Amelia’s most delicate features, Thomas looked like a magazine cover baby.

“Is he a shark?” Koracick asked without any further due, still inspecting the kid. “Because if he is going to be the new me, he needs to be a shark. I want nothing but the very best, Shepherd.”

“He is not going to be you.” Amelia chuckled, watching as Tommy stared back at Koracick with the same intense gaze, not intimidated by the man. “And he is not a shark, he is actually very sweet.”

Koracick shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t worry.” Tom smiled teasingly while looking into Amelia’s eyes. “There is still time for us to change that.”

From a distance, Addison observed the scene, having a great time. She was momentarily distracted by her son Henry who passed by her, quickly followed by Lucas.

“Take it easy, Luke!” Owen advised his two year old, getting to the fridge to get more ice cream for the kids outside. They had a full house today and he loved it.

“Amelia told me about Koracick and the way he suggested you guys named the baby after him.” Addison turned around on her kitchen stool, looking from the living room to Owen. “He really sounds like a piece of work.” The obstetrician smiled. She’d known Koracick through Amelia’s eyes for years but this was the first time she was seeing the man. And he was exactly what Amelia had painted.

“He is a jackass.” Owen summed up, cleaning a spoonful of dropped ice cream before closing the fridge. “But for some reason she admires him and at least he cares about her. I can’t take that for granted.”

Addison knew that just the year before, Tom Koracick had operated on Amelia, saving her life and allowing her to continue her pregnancy without any further complications.

“How is Amy handling it?” Addison asked with a wide grin. “Being the only girl in the house? She is not used to it.” Her long time friend pointed out. Amelia had grown up in a house full of sisters and this experience must be entirely new to her.

Owen processed the question and looked over at his wife, smiling in response. It was a hot summer day and Amelia looked more relaxed than ever happily chatting with their son on her arms.

“She is kicking ass.” Owen replied with pride. He examined her further and noticed the way her white shorts and burgundy top matched her bare feet. The combination only made her look even younger and fresher. Amelia was very attractive and yet she didn’t even need to put on tight clothes, heels or cleavages to appear feminine. Owen found her infinitely more adorable when she was being exactly her regular self. “You know her… She has never had a hard time adjusting to anything new. And she has always been good with girls and boys all the same.” Owen pointed out, examining her outfit once more. “Amelia is like a Tomboy Princess.”

His definition made Addison laugh and she looked over her shoulder, having the same vision as Owen and then nodding in response.

“Yup… That’s the perfect definition.” The obstetrician realized. “She always has been.” Addison looked at Owen with a final head nod and got up, going to her friend’s direction. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but it’s my turn to hold this adorable birthday boy, isn’t it?” She asked, tickling Thomas.

Amelia proudly passed her baby onto Addison and quickly introduced her to Koracick afterwards.

“I heard a lot about you, but I don’t think we’ve met before.” Addison politely smiled.

“Yeah…” Tom looked at her with what looked like approval. “I don’t think so either.” He kept staring at her unceremoniously. “I definitely would have remembered you if we’d met.”

The minute Amelia noticed Tom was flirting with Addison, she stepped away, too amused at Addison’s frown of confusion. Only a guy like Tom Koracick would make such a move at a woman with a wedding band as large as the one Addison had on her finger.

“Having fun?” Owen asked her when she joined him in the kitchen.

“Very much,” Amelia smiled as she looked into his eyes, stepping forward to wrap on arm around his torso. She gently laid her head on him, feeling Owen’s arm surrounding her shoulders. They kept standing, watching from a distance as Tom Koracick made Addison laugh with whatever it was he was saying.

“So, Tommy is one now.” Owen gazed at her expectantly. “Remember what you said?”

“Owen…” Amelia couldn’t help chuckling at his adorable insistence.

“You said that when the boys were older we could do it.” He bargained. “Amelia, you said it, don’t you dare break your word.”

Amelia took a deep breath and held it, determined to pester him.

“Wait until he is a little older and we’ll do it.”

“What?”

That was not the answer Owen wanted to hear.

“You are so mean.” He stared at her with mock offense. “You are a mean witch.”

“When Tom is two we’ll do it.”

“You said when he was one we could do it.”

“Well, I had no idea we would be in for this much work,” she smiled at his frustration, deep down feeling sorry. Amelia didn’t want to disappoint him, but she had gotten her work back on track and there was no way she could take more time off in the near future.

“You owe me this, woman,” Owen looked at her and, unable to hold himself any longer, wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’ll charge you with interest.”

“I’ll be happy to fully pay my debt, then.” Amelia smiled when he used his lips to playfully touch the column of her neck.

“It’s a promise then,” Owen stated, planning on entirely holding her to it.

“Deal.” Amelia smiled, too in love with him to be rational about Owen’s crazy idea.

“So get yourself ready, babe.” Her husband warned her. Amelia chuckled and let out an unplanned giggle when he playfully pinched her bottom. It was almost time for the birthday cake and she had to get Owen back to the present moment, but not without hearing his sweet promise first. For the past few months, her husband had been insisting they went on vacation together and even though Amelia loved the idea, she knew that actually organizing everything and making it work with two young boys would be a challenge. But Owen’s happiness with the plan and his devotion to their family made everything worth it. She still had time to steal one quick kiss before he added, following her to the living room with a large cake in is hands. “Because next destination is Hawaii. And I am not taking no for an answer.”

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 So that’s a wrap you guys! Thanks for making it all the way here :)

I suppose most of you are familiar with the following story on this timeline, but if not, here is what happens when Owen and Amelia finally go on that Hawaii Trip.