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[mysteria157]

Moment Two: Your Daughter's First Pair

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader

CW: fluff, profanity (not really), sexual suggestion, slight angst (very minimal).

Word Count: ~3.4k

Summary: Nanami joins you and your daughter for a family tradition, but he may not be as strong as he thinks.

Set in the It Had To Be You universe but you don't need a lot of backstory to follow along.

Notes: This was a random thought that I had based on something that has always been a thing in my family that I wanted to write out. There is nothing significant about this, I have not written Nanami in a LONG time, so I'm trying to warm myself up again. I am so rusty but I'm using fleeting moments of inspiration and taking advantage of it.

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MINORS DNI

“You don’t need to hold her so tight.”

“I’m protecting her.”

“And what am I, a goat?”

He raises a brow at your jest, autumn wheat and elegant but nonetheless annoyed as he glares at you. He doesn’t mean it, you know that—it’s all nerves.

“Ken, we don’t have to do this you know? If you’re against the idea, we can wait a few more years.”

“I’m not against it,” he reassures you, adjusting your daughter in his arms. Ulani babbles up at him, her chubby hands digging into a sharply cut cheekbone. He carries on without complaint, already used to her behavior. “This is a tradition, and I understand it but…”

You turn a key chain in one hand, your thumb smoothing along the glittery face of a dog—or is it a cat? The rack is filled with key chains of different colors, animals and objects, bringing back memories of middle school when you would drag your best friend Omelia into this same store in Sendai before it closed down. Despite the many years that have passed, the store chain still has its subtle hues of purples and pinks, earrings punched through purple cardboard paper, pens with wonky erasers, and headbands of different designs.

“But what?” you try to finish for him, smiling up at his nervous form as he lets Ulani talk to him in her own baby language.

Kento pulls in a deep breath as if to steel his nerves and prepare for the inevitable. He’s praying to whoever will listen, trying to use every coping mechanism in the book. He’s wearing jeans that hug his fit thighs and a dark blue short sleeve that shows too much bicep for your liking (you should give him a dress code). There are only so many single and married women and men that you can glare at in a day, and the redhead over by the register is pushing it.

“Will it hurt her?” your boyfriend’s low timber pulls you back, filled with apprehension, and he keeps mahogany eyes on his daughter to avoid showing you just how scared he is. You rub his back to soothe him, tracing the bands of muscle that are tense behind the soft fabric.

“I-I’m worried.”

“And you shouldn’t be. It’s a simple thing, lasts two seconds. Just like when she got her first shots.”

That’s not enough for him, because now Kento furrows his eyebrows in frustration, bouncing his daughter in his arms to entertain her and also soothe himself. “There are a lot of things to consider. The risk of infection. Rejection. What if she hates them? What if they get caught on her clothes? Or her curls? Or—”

“Are we ready?” one of the employee’s sing songs from behind you both, walking towards the singular chair perched against the glass wall of the store.

“I—” Kento croaks, clearing his throat and swallowing loudly. He looks down at you. “Are we?”

In the time you’ve known him, you’ve only seen Kento visibly nervous a handful of times. That stoic demeanor is a smooth, stone-like shell to everyone else besides family and close friends, but you know the weak spots and have glimpsed into the fragmented sections only visible to your eyes. Right now, he’s nervous and fearful beyond belief. That all encompassing love and attention that he shows you from sunup to sundown extends to his daughter as well. If there is one person besides you, who can make Nanami Kento show his emotions freely and without reservation no matter the date, place, or time, it’s Ulani.

“How about you hold her?” you suggest and give him a small push towards the black chair. Two employees work at the small kiosk next to him, unwrapping sterile materials and cotton swabs. Kento’s eyes watch every movement, searching for any sign of threat that can give him the ammunition to take his daughter and never come back. You can practically hear his thoughts:

“Is that up to code?”

“How long has that been sealed?”

“What is the name of the manufacturer so that I can ensure it’s reputable?”

Your roll your own eyes, knowing how right you might be.

When you found out your pediatrician would be on her own maternity leave, you let Kento research every establishment in Tokyo until he found one in Shibuya. Reputable, good reviews, and well-practiced in this procedure.

Of course, you’re nervous too. She’s your daughter, a combination of you and Kento, conceived from a very drunken night of disdain but grown out of eventual love and adoration. The thought of her crying in pain makes that maternal part of you flare with anger and the consuming need to protect her forever. But you’ve prepared for this for awhile.

Kento? Not so much.

“Is that clean?” your boyfriend asks one of the employees, clutching his daughter a little tighter. It’s a little rude, but the employee smiles at him in a way that conveys understanding of his trepidation. This isn’t their first rodeo.

“Completely sterile from the package. I promise she’s in great hands.” Deep eyes free of steampunk-esque glasses flicker up at her in doubt, but he simply sniffs and looks back to his daughter instead to withhold a scathing remark. “How about one of us on each side, and we do it at once?” she suggests, addressing him directly. It helps, as he gives her a somber but curt nod.

He situates Ulani in his arms so she’s sitting fully on his lap, his large hands holding her up with a slight tremble. The sight is enough to remind you again that this is new territory for him. What has always been a normal tradition for you and the other females in your life, is a foreign concept for him.

Ear piercings are a milestone in a young girl’s life. You got yours as a baby, and so did your mother. Omelia got hers as a baby, as did all her female cousins, as did her mother and the mother before her. If you interacted with your mother’s side of the family, then maybe you would know if your cousins also did the same.

But that’s another thought for another time, and you refuse to let painful memories tarnish what should be a memory you are crafting on your own, right now.

You step closer and run your hands through thick blond locks that are free of gel. You brush the strands from his forehead, letting the soft texture slip past your fingertips as he relaxes instantly. With his place in his chair, he’s at the perfect height to rest his head on your stomach, and he does so a second later.

One of his hands brushes light brown curls from his daughters ears. You can feel the unease radiating from him with every deep breath he takes, and you scratch that spot at his nape that makes him shudder, hoping it will help.

The muscles in Kento’s neck bunch together instead when one of the employee’s leans toward Ulani to make marks in deep purple, and even your own stomach turns in response at what’s to come. 

“Okay, we will do this on three. How’s that sound honey?” one of the employees coos at your daughter. Ulani, who is a carbon copy of her father, stares up at her, observant and sinking into her daddy before offering a gummy smile. “She’s so pretty.”

“She’s beautiful,” Kento corrects, slightly rough but still appreciative of the compliment. “Aren’t you, my dove?”

He tickles her side and offers a rare chuckle as she squeals up at him, wiggling in her father’s embrace. The sight makes your heart do flips because this is your world, day in and day out. Just you, Kento, and the person you’ve created together.

You step around to squat in front of him so you’re eye level with your daughter, a hand coming up to wiggle the toes covered in a tan sock. Her eyes catch you immediately, and she holds your gaze long enough for the two employees to position themselves on each side of her. 

Kento holds his breath.

“Alright, here we go. One. Two. Three.”

They both move in sync, pressing down on the plastic gun so the studs slide through the soft lobe of Ulani’s lower ears. Kento’s eyebrows furl together immediately. Ulani’s eyes widen for a second before her face contorts, her mouth opening in a silent cry. Your heart hammers and your chest tightens in an sudden flood of sadness and desperation that crashes against you like a tumultuous wave when Ulani takes one heaving breath in….

And screams.

His reaction is quick. Kento bounces one leg at a tempo that alarms you, his handsome face flying through different stages of grief, anger, and pain as he watches the employees adjust the diamond earrings to ensure they heal without complication. His mouth opens and closes, jaw grinding to keep his rudeness in check, because you know what he wants to say.

He was the same way when she got her shots; all glares and sharp stares at everyone else because they were the source of her discomfort. But like that time before, you are the cooling balm for his hot anger as you wiggle your daughters toes and murmur soothing words at her, to show him that she’s going to be just fine.

“It’s okay, baby,” you smile softly and it’s enough to capture her attention even though she’s squealing and crying from the sharp but quick pain in her ears. But all too quickly, you’re not enough for her, because the daughter that you carried for almost ten months turns away and reaches for her father, crying loudly in his arms. It’s a sting that you prepared for, but nonetheless hurts with a severity that takes a few seconds for you to recover from.

By the time you pay one of the employees and exit the store, Ulani has already calmed down. Kento digs into the diaper bag on his shoulder and pulls out a cotton cloth, wiping her nose as she sniffles and whines into his shoulder.

“I know honey, I know,” he coos to her, wiping the tears from her light brown skin and swaying back and forth. “But you were so strong, weren’t you? Hmm? A lot stronger than me.”

He pulls her away from his neck, smiling softly at her, and that one smile makes your chest bloom with satisfaction. It’s times like these that remind you how your life has surprisingly fallen into place. Who would have thought that the man who used to drive you insane would be the only one fit for you? 

That small twinge of hurt you felt minutes ago when Ulani turned away from you resurfaces, but reassurance cools it’s prickly edges. Even though this is a moment you may have been more connected with, it’s Kento who feels the painful side of it a lot more.

So you give him his own moment. You watch quietly as he kisses her chubby cheeks repeatedly, smiling into her skin at the giggles that leave her. You fall into the hum of the world around you as you watch him tuck away the cotton cloth and smooth the curls away from Ulani’s ears, finally admiring the diamonds that twinkle on each side. The lobes will be red for a few days, but for Ulani, she will never think of them again until she’s old enough to pay attention. Until she’s old enough to change them out to match the outfits she decides to wear, different colors and gemstones, and multiples if she ever has a streak of expression in her teenage years. Like you did.

Kento finally looks down at you, chestnut browns sparkling as he takes you in from head to toe. The harsh Shibuya sun beats down on bustling city square, but the rays are soft when they touch him. Tan skin is illuminated gold on his cheekbones, his hair luminous in the sun. You reach up to run a hand through his locks for the second time this afternoon, your heart still not used to the incessant hammering that arises when he leans into your touch.

You lift an accusatory eyebrow at him and hold back a chuckle when you speak. “Our daughter was the soldier this afternoon, and yet I’m coddling you?”

“Keep coddling,” he demands, voice tinged with mirth as he turns to place a kiss inside of your palm and then leans back into your stroking. “Today was very painful for me, have you no shame?” 

You snort and dig your nails into his scalp in retaliation, enjoying the groan that rumbles in the air from your ministrations. “Don’t blame this one moment on your entire day. You had a great run, remember?”

“My slowest three mile run yet.” Quick on the draw, and you already know where this is going. Kento rarely complains, but when he does, it is about the most trivial things as a means to get and keep your attention.

“You made me pancakes this morning.”

“Not my best work. Too much cinnamon in the batter.”

“We made out two hours ago?”

“Ulani woke from her nap and interrupted what would have been a very enjoyable afternoon.” That complaint leaves his mouth in a grumble, and you purse your lips to hold off the laughter that sits in the back of your throat. He’s truly pouting, and god do you love him.

“And now seeing your daughter cry from her first ear piercing was icing on the cake of a bad day, I imagine?”

“Exactly.”

You finally giggle and playfully pull a strand of his hair. He narrows his eyes at you, mischievous yet still carrying that ingrained indifference that you know and love. Ulani shrieks in his arms, finally past her blip of crying and now ready for her parent’s attention. You take in her drool of a smile, slightly red ears, and brown onesie-dress, and the possibilities flood your mind. It’s…very overwhelming when the thoughts hit you: how she will grow into herself, develop her personality, her wants and desires, her hobbies and her dreams. 

“Pay attention to me,” he interrupts your thoughts, and you can’t help the bark of laughter that you give him in response. Ulani mimics you, completely oblivious.

“You’re such a baby, and we have a baby,” you tease, snorting at his level expression and dusty cheeks, slightly shy but absorbing your presence. “You and Ulani have had it rough today. So how about a reward?” You look to your daughter when you ask, knowing damn well she has no idea what you’re saying but you want to include her anyway.

“How about frozen yogurt?” I.e., the unsweetened applesauce in the diaper bag for Ulani and matcha-flavored frozen yogurt for Kento from a favorite vendor a few blocks away. It’s an obsession of his that’s been appearing in the freezer with numbing regularity.

Kento remains unphased by your suggestion, though his lips twitch with the desire to smirk down at you.

“Seeing our daughter in pain was more heartbreaking than I thought. Food may not help, I’m afraid.”

Kento is milking his “pain” at this point, and you’re far too in love with him not to entertain the idea you know is floating in his head. You love this about him, just how playful he is when it comes to you.

“You’re a tough nut to crack.” You tap your chin as if you’re thinking hard, humming in contemplation. “How about…” you trail off, a hand sliding up a muscular bicep before massaging his nape again, relishing in the shudder he gives in response, his eyes twitching to hold back the urge to roll into his head in satisfaction. “Since you’ve suffered so much today…we can go home…and I’ll do that thing you like.”

You have the privilege and skill of being able to read Nanami Kento like a book. You don’t miss the glee that dances across his features—the uptick of one side of his mouth, the slow brow lift, the darkening of his irises. He knows exactly what that thing is. You’re pretty good at it—a master at it—and he made you promise that the day he ever turns that thing down, is the day you can leave him.

His cheeks explode in blush, jaw ticking before he clears his throat and smooths a sweaty hand down the dark blue of his shirt.

“I see,” he ponders, looking up to the sky as if in deep thought, and you know if you roll your eyes again, they’ll get stuck. “Well.” He situates Ulani in his arms and presses a few kisses to her cheek again to pull those giggles from her that you both love. “Who am I to deny your mother?” he suggests to his daughter. “Not a moment to waste, Ulani.”

“You’ve got to be kidding—”

“Quickly, before you change your mind.” He slides a hand to the small of your back as a means to hurry you along, pressing softly and turning you in the direction of the car.

You try to bat his hands away from you, giggles growing in volume as he dodges all your attempts to get rid of him. “I’m not going to change my mind, Ken—”

“Quickly.”

He takes your hand and you let him pull you, beaming at his back as he increases his pace. Ulani is happy as can be in her father’s arms and babbling as he talks softly to her.

“A snack before nap time sounds good, doesn’t it? What kind of applesauce would you like today?” She gurgles. “Cinnamon again? Hmmm, we should always try new things, Dove. What about the strawberry ones I bought you yesterday?” A squeal. “Strawberry it is. I think…”

The rest of their conversation fades into the background as you walk with them, warmth coursing through your veins with each step. It’s a warmth that catches you off guard, but has been ever present since Ulani’s birth. And you love every bit of how it feels. How it flows through you with every breath you take. How it only grows every minute, every hour, every day that you create a life with them.

After Ulani is buckled in her car seat and you slide your seat belt into its latch, Kento leans across the armrest, a warm hand sliding against your cheek in a gentle caress before he slants his lips against yours. It’s a surprise, but the shock dies as quickly as it forms as you melt into his touch—full lips that know your own and soft blonde locks brushing your face.

That affection that he pulls from you every day is given back in this moment—freely and without restraint—in the parking lot of Claire’s in Shibuya, where your daughter got her ears pierced for the first time.

When he pulls away and whispers his love for you against your lips, you repeat it back to him without thinking. It’s a motion that you both carry out whenever you can. 

“No more piercings. My heart will probably give out.”

“Do you feel better?” you ask in a tone that is filled with the teasing nature that sticks to you like a second skin.

He loves it, but doesn’t take the bait, and instead kisses your lips again, each cheek, and the tip of your nose. “I will soon.” The innuendo is so obvious you can taste it. He’s been with you too long to be a blushing and awkward man. “Once Ulani is asleep.” You push him away with a giggling huff and savor the deep chuckle that falls from his lips, permeating the air of the car.

As Kento drives through the crowded streets towards your shared home in Nakameguro, the hand not on the steering wheel envelops yours, a thumb stroking the skin of your palm. You look out the window and observe the colors and cars that zoom by, and the sound of a deep breath behind you makes you look back. And when you do, your heart gives a painful but welcoming lurch as you gaze at her. Your daughter already asleep, her head dipping to the side—curly locks askew and sticking to the drool on her face, and her new diamond earrings shining back at you.

Thanks for reading!

[omeliastoriesbyari]

Broken family

This prompt takes place 4 years later Leo in now 5 years old and in school. In his class they are talking about Family and this make Leo very sad and upset.

“Bye bud I’ll see you later okay,” Owen said hugging the small child in front of him.

Leo gave him a small smile and walked in the classroom. Once in the classroom Leo immediately put his things away and took his seat.

“Well good morning class,” Leo’s Teacher Mrs. Gilbert says. Leo and the rest of his classmates say good morning back.

“Alright class today we’re going to talk about our families,” Mrs. Gilbert said.

Leo looked around the classroom to see all the kids smiling because they get to talk about their families. While Leo in the other hand isn’t so excited about this subject so he decides to lay his head down on the desk. He loves his mom and dad butHe really didn’t want to talk about his family.

“Alright kids we’re going to going in order so Sarah you’ll go first,” Mrs. Gilbert said calmly.

A couple of kids went and Leo just sat back and listened to how perfect and happy their families sounded and he wished for that. He couldn’t remember the time he had a perfect happy family like theirs. After a while it was finally Leo’s turn to talk about his family.

“Okay Leo it your turn,” The teacher said.

“Well my family isn’t perfect or happy like you guys. I live with my dad for the most part I have two little siblings a sister and a brother. My sister stays with her mom I see her every other week and my brother stays with our mom and his dad I see them every once in a while. My mom is happy I guess I don’t know about my dad. But when I was a baby we used to have a perfect happy family but that didn’t really last very long and my parents broke up. I wish it could be like that again,”Leo said with tears in his eyes that he was trying to hold back the best he could.

Leo quietly walked back to his seat and put his head. He let the tears roll out of his eyes but didn’t make any noise so no one would know he was crying. Through out the day Leo kept to himself now it was time to go. All of the other kids parents came earlier than Leo’s which is normal he is so used to it now. So Leo was just sitting at his desk drawing in his notebook with Amelia walked in smiling.

Amelia walked up to Leo while he was still looking down at his notebook and tapped him on the shoulder and he looked up at her with a straight face. Amelia had a confused look on her face because she was expecting a different reaction from him he usual is so smiley but he wasn’t today. She knew something was up because Leo was always so happy to see her.

“Hey Lion I decided to surprise you and come get you from school today,” Amelia said rubbing her fingers through his soft curls and calling him by his nickname she had been calling him since he was a baby. Leo nodded his head and got up to get his things. Amelia was really surprised at how he was acting that’s when Leo’s teacher walked up to her.

“Leo had a not so good day today,” Mrs.Gilabert said.

“Why what happened?” Amelia said worried cause she never seen her little happy boy like this ever.

“Well today in class we talked about our families and this subject upsetted Leo. I think you and his father should have a talk about this,” Mrs. Gilbert said.

After Leo finished gathering his thing and putting them on he went to Amelia and stood by her. She gently grabbed his hand and left out of the school.

Once they got to the car Amelia buckled Leo into his car seat then got the car. During the drive Leo didn’t say anything Amelia look back at him in the rear view mirror and he was looking out the widow silently.

“Lion I heard you and your classmates talked about your families today and this upsetted you. Why did this you upset baby?” Amelia asked and Leo just looked at her and didn’t respond.

After a couple of minutes of driver they were at Mer’s house. Amelia unbuckled Leo from his seat belt and grabbed his bag and walked to the door to unlock it. As soon as she unlocked it Leo dashed into the house. Amelia let out a sigh and sat down the couch.

While Amelia was relaxing on the couch Maggie walked through the front door. Amelia quickly popped up and smiled at Maggie not a happy smile but a more disappointed one. Maggie took off her jacket and hung it up then went to go take a seat next to Amelia.

“What’s wrong I can see it all over your face,” Maggie said in a comforting voice.

“It’s Leo he had a bad day at school they were talking about their families today and this subject really upsetted him and he wouldn’t tell me why nor will he talk to me at all and I don’t know what to do,” Amelia sighed and rubbed her hand down her face.

“I don’t know what to say but how about I try talking to him? And you try talking to his father about this?” Maggie said and Amelia nodded her head.

“Where is he?” Maggie asked getting up.

“He’s upstairs probably with bailey,” Amelia said.

After an hour Maggie walked back downstairs and sat next to Amelia.

“I talked to him about what made him upset today but he doesn’t want me to tell you because he doesn’t want to hurt your or Owen’s feeelings,” Maggie said put her hand on Amelia’s shoulder.

“How about you go upstairs and try talking to him again,” Maggie said giving Amelia a comforting look.

Amelia nervousnessly got up from where she was sitting and walked upstairs to where Leo was. He was sitting in Amelia’s bed hugging his stuffed dog her and Owen had bought him when he was a baby. He had head behind the dog so she couldn’t see his face. She calmly walked over to the bed and took a seat next to him. She softly placed her hand on his back but he didn’t move at all. So Amelia picked him up and placed him in her lap like she always used to do. She softly ran her fingers through his curls and swayed back and forth slowly.

“Leo can we please talk about what upset you today in class? I would really like to know I promise me or your father won’t be upset.” Amelia said rubbing his back Leo slowly lifted his head and looked at Amelia but still didn’t say anything.

“You know I love you so much Lion please talk to me,” Amelia pled once again.

Leo finally decided to her what upsetted him today. Leo explained to her how all the kids in his school had these perfect happy families and he didn’t. He told her he felt sad that he barely get to see her anymore. He told everything about he felt about their family situation.Amelia frowned she didn’t know Leo felt like that and felt sad that he felt that way.

“Lion why haven’t you told this is how you felt? We never want you to feel like this. I promise mommy and your daddy will fix it,” Amelia said hugging him tight.

After a couple hours Amelia was laying in the bed with Leo asleep in her arms. She softly laid him under the covers and slowly slid out of the bed. Amelia slowly left out the room and closed the door quietly. She quickly grabbed her to call Owen. She called Owen after the third ring Owen picked up the phone.

“Hello Amelia I’m still at work I come get Leo as soon as I get off,” Owen spoke tiredly.

“No O I didn’t call about that I’m calling to tell you about Leo’s day at school,” Amelia said.

“What happened is he okay?,” Owen said panicking.

“He is okay now but he got really upset at school today when they were talking about their families. I think I should get Leo every other week like you get Alison because he feels like every since we have kids with other people we forgot about him and he didn’t even get to enjoy us long enough,” Amelia said sadly.

“I just want him to be happy. He never knew he felt like that I knew he missed you but I never thought about how everything changed so quickly would affect him in the long run.” Owen said.

Sorry guys I haven’t posted in a while here’s a story I been thinking about writing for a while because everything Krista has done. I don’t how long I’ll keep this up cause I want to rewrite it. And sorry for any spelling errors I did this quickly

[toevenexist]

The Darkening Pt.19

Hey Everyone! So I had half of this little chapter written a year ago? (something like that, sorry), and when I came and read it back I nearly cried, its like a little time capsule I wrote! Arizona! And Oh boy Omelia, I feel this all so much. I wrote them and their love, how I always hoped (and hopefully still do hope) love could be. 

Oh boy. I’ll get writing the next chapter. Please please send feedback, really just let me hear your thoughts, I’m awful emotional these days, and I cry real easy. Could use some moral support tbh. 

Link to Chapter 1 for any new readers

Link to Chapter 18 for anyone wanting to recap

Masterpost

I sincerely hope this was worth the wait. Thank you for sticking with me.  Enjoy:

The house was quiet. Amelia stood at the window of the living room and pulled up the blind. The sun was rising. Orange light poured in, the feeling warmed Amelia’s chest. She had been waking up at this time for the past few weeks, someday’s the sky would be so densely overcast, with clouds hanging low. Not today, today the far sides of the cotton like clouds were orange and pink, and the sky that peaked through behind was indigo. 

Amelia sat down on the chair she had placed by the window weeks ago. It was a routine, she’d awaken before sunrise, before everyone else, and amble about the house. She’d check on the kids,  letting her eyes drift across their beds, their faces would always be so calm, lips in sleepy pouts. 

She’d make herself a cup of tea and go to the window, to watch the sun come up, and then fall asleep, there in the tattered armchair. Someone would always wake her late morning, usually Owen, or one of the girls, in a sweet and gentle way, tickling fingertips across her brow line, tiny hands rubbing circles against her round stomach. She’d opened her eyes to little Ellis doing this first, and the girl smiled, eyes glowing with the kind of energy only she, too young to understand what was lost, could possess. 

The sky slowly evolved in its colours, the light becoming yellower, the clouds lost their pink. Amelia rest her head back, and consciously relaxed her jaw, inhaling deeply through her nose. She had one hand wrapped around her mug of fruit tea, absorbing the heat, and her other moving in soothing circles against her taut stomach.  She was about a month from her due date, and the babies had limited room now, so their movement was restricted, more like sharp nudges and shoves, as if they were sharing a tent that was much too small for the both of them.

 Amelia took a sip of her tea and rest the mug atop her stomach, looking down at herself. In disbelief for a moment, she though, if someone had given her the ability to see into this moment a year ago, she wouldn’t have believed it. 

Before her mind wandered too far, and anxiety gripped too hard, she paused, and breathed deep, uttering “five things I can see.” She glanced up at the sky. “The sky… the clouds, the sun… The tree tops… snow” she breathed deep, and closed her eyes. Listening now to the sounds of her friends breathing heavily in their sleep behind her. 

One sound prompted her to snap her eyes open. She sat forward, eyes wide up to the sky. She put her tea down and stood slowly, pressing one hand against her lower back as it ached under her load. Her eyes were wide, filled with light. Among the clouds; A bird swayed across the sky mutely, Amelia’s eyes followed it. One of the babies nudged her and she held herself, ears twitching again at the sound of the bird wailing softly. She smiled up, at the first bird she’d seen since before this all began. He soured across the treetops, dancing in circles, as if he knew he had an audience. 

Suddenly another appeared and Amelia gasped, watching them circle around each other. Amelia quickly eyed Owen, looking undecidedly between him and the window. She moved to him slowly, keeping her eyes out of the window. Nudging him with her foot, she called his name in a whisper. His eyes sprang open and he sat up in a panic. She smiled, shaking her head and he immediately calmed. 

“Look…” is all she said, gesturing that he should follow her back to the window. She only knew he had followed by his presence behind her, his arms around her. He rest his chin on her shoulder, as if trying to see through her eyes. “Look up there” she whispered, pointing. His eyes captured the birds in their dance.

Amelia’s eyes glistened and she held Owen’s arms against her, smiling slightly, biting her bottom lip. The two birds swam in soft zig zags across the treeline and then soured upwards, up and up until they were up above the house, and out of sight. 

Amelia turned within the circle of Owen’s arms and smiled wider, tears dropping fast from her eyes. Owen smiled too, and they didn’t need to say anything. More tears fell and they kissed, sinking down onto the armchair, curled against one another, with arms entangled and embracing. Amelia looked up at Owen, at the sky reflected then in his shining eyes.

 He looked down, meeting her gaze, smiling contently. “I love you” he told her, and she nodded, uttering “I love you too…” whispering “so much” as she rest her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She moved both of her hands to his chest, so that he had access to her whole stomach. He pushed his hand up under her white shirt and moved it in firm, shushing, circles, enticing a sigh from his wife's lips.

`The birds could still be heard, the first sound of life that had poured from the sky. Owen remained awake, eyes cast down at Amelia, draped across his lap. Her features were illuminated by the yellow of the sun. Her breathing deepened as sleep took her and her whole body slackened. Owen brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, before pushing her shirt up over her bump. He rest his hand gently against it, running his eyes around her, taking in the sight. 

It was an odd feeling; feeling so incredibly lucky and unlucky at the same time, it was like a hand was wrapped around his heart, intermittently clenching and then unclenching its grip. He had to remind himself to not think about all that was wrong and all that could go wrong all at once. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, pressing his lips to Amelia’s forehead, breathing in her smell. He remained in that position, lips against her, hand against large swell of her stomach. One of the babies shifted minutely, a twitch of movement under his hand, and Owen smiled, kissing Amelia again. 

“Owen…” Owen looked around, Arizona was sat up on the couch. Her eyes were wide and immensely blue in the light. Owen smiled tearily. “Is… that birds? That sound?” Arizona asked, dragging her index finger across her cheek to move her hair from her face. Owen chuckled breathlessly and nodded, looking back to the sky. The birds were in sight again. Arizona moved to the window and peered up, mouth agape. They both watched. Arizona curled her arms around herself, feeling the chill of the winter creep through the glass. Her mind was up with the birds though. “They’re beautiful…” she said, “I thought we’d never see anything again…” She beamed suddenly, and chuckled, shaking her head. “This… they are a sign I think” 

Owen nodded, smiling tightly, uttering “I think so too.” 

Arizona looked down at Owen, and at Amelia. Her smile softened, “She’s beautiful…” she said, pressing her lips, letting her eyes drift across the pair. She held herself tighter and wandered across to the mattress that Owen and Amelia shared, scooping up the blanket. She brought it back and draped it across them, gently lowering it onto Amelia so not to wake her. “Thank you” Owen spoke quietly. Arizona just nodded and made her way over the the fire, she leant down beside it and nudged the embers, placing some paper and then some wood on it. The fire fluttered at the edges of the paper and then regained, engulfing the debris. Arizona swiftly dropped another log onto it and then watched, hands in her lap, as the flames wrapped around it. Warmth built against her skin and she relaxed into her seat, smiling slightly.

 Owen closed his eyes. Though he could feel anxiety and worry at the very edges of his mind, he focused in on the feeling of utter contentedness and it swelled, one of the babies nudged against his hand.

TBC

Thank you for reading xxxx ALSO please reblog, I know I had many people reading this way back when, who didn’t/don’t follow me, more reblogs means it’ll find its way back to them. 

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[robbinsarizonas]

Happy New Year

So, well, really long time no fic huh? I seriously thought I was broken, and may go back to being broken after this, but my goodness it felt so good to have this coming out of my brain I didn’t get out of bed for ages because I was just writing. Happy New Year to me apparently? I hope you guys like this, I ammmm a bit rusty xD

“Madison, move out of the way we can’t see the TV.” Amelia said, gesturing for her daughter to move away from her position knelt directly in front of the television as they were watching the count down to the new year.

“I can’t see the TV!” Maddie screeched, adjusting herself a little and blocking everyone else’s view just a little more.

“You do not need to be right in front of it to be able to see it.” Amelia continued, trying to reason with her daughter without getting angry, even though Maddie was almost ruining it for everyone.

“I want to see the ‘Happy New Year!!!’” Maddie said, not turning around and keeping her eyes completely glued to the screen.

“You will be able to see it, from the couch with the rest of us.” Amelia said, patting a spot on the sofa next to her where there was plenty of space for Maddie to come sit, she was only little she really didn’t take up much space at all.

“UGH!!!” Maddie groaned, getting up, pulling the hood of the footed fleece onesie she was wearing over her head, and joining the rest of her family on the couch.

“Attitude.” Amelia commented, putting her arm around her daughter as she sat so they could all snuggle up. “Thankyou.” She said, turning her attention back to the screen.

Charlotte was sitting on her mother’s lap, almost fast asleep but still awake enough to be sitting up right. She wanted to watch the new year, even if that meant being very very tired because midnight was a very long time from her bed time.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed honey?” Amelia said, brushing some hair out of Charlotte’s face.

“Nuh-uh, not until it says Happy New Year.” Charlotte insisted. “We can go to bed when it says Happy New Year.” She nodded.

Derek wasn’t too invested in the New Year this time around, he was more invested in his book. Curled up in the corner of the couch, rather squished between his dad and the couch arm, he sat with his book against his legs, occasionally turning to look at what was happening on the TV. It was a family tradition, this was the only time ever they got to stay up this late, he didn’t want to miss out, but this book had got so good he just didn’t want to put it down, not for anything.

“Do you not want to watch?” Owen asked, noticing his son’s obvious investment in the newest addition to his building book collection.

“I’m watching.” Derek nodded, taking his eyes ever so briefly off of his book to look at the TV screen.

Owen shook his head and let out what was supposed to be a laugh, but came out rather more as just a puff of air.

“5…. 4…. 3…. 2…. 1….” Everyone said together, everyone accept for Derek that was.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!” They cheered.

Amelia leaned over and kissed Owen, to cries of ‘ewwww!’ From the girls, since Derek still wasn’t really paying attention.

“Okay, let’s all go to bed now.” Owen said, getting up and clapping his hands together.

Amelia laughed, and picked up Charlotte, holding her close.

“Mads can you turn it off please.” She said, as she didn’t have a free hand to operate the television controls.

Maddie pressed the off button on the remote, and then went round the back of the TV to turn it off at the button so it wasn’t left on standby.

Everyone followed upstairs and into their separate bedrooms, ready to fall right asleep.

“Happy New Year.” Amelia said, kissing Owen for the second time in minutes before they entered their bedroom.

“Happy New Year.” Owen replied, smiling before reaching to open their door.

They both noticed a light coming from under Derek’s bedroom door, and looked at each other, trying not to laugh.

“Derek, lights out.” Owen called, watching as the light was switched out. “Thankyou.” He acknowledged.

“Let’s go to bed.” He turned and said to Amelia, holding onto the handle of their door.

“Let’s.” She agreed.

It definitely was a happy new year.

[trashforgubler]

Bad Blood

Word Count: 1033

Summary: Cassie (Omelia’s oldest daughter) gets her first period but Amelia isn’t at home and Owen is clueless

Extra Info: Sorry for such a long break I’m going to try my very hardest to be consistent and also my spring break is coming up so yay writing time. Also this isn't really inspired by any songs or anything I just was sitting in class one day and was like “you know what would be funny...” but the title is from Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood. 

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“Dad?” Cassie entered the kitchen quietly wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a bathrobe. Owen was used to seeing his daughters in unusual attire, but usually not past 2 in the afternoon.

“What’s up?” He said as he raised his eyebrow at her outfit.

“Can I talk to you uh, privately?” she asked, moving her eyes towards her two younger sisters who were doing a craft at the kitchen table.

“Yeah sure.” Owen was trying to sound nonchalant, but he was starting to become concerned about his daughter. She was almost always joking around with him every chance she got, and unlike most teenagers, she spent a lot of time downstairs, but she’d been locked in her room all day. Owen took her back upstairs into the master bedroom and closed the door behind them.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“I’m uh…” Cassie started, not quite knowing how to state the next part of her sentence.

“You’re uh…” Owen repeated trying to encourage her.

“Bleeding.” Cassie finished quickly.

“Where?” Owen immediately kicked into both dad and doctor mode (which he always referred to as Dr. Dad much to Cassie’s embarrassment) looking her over to see any signs of injury on her body. “Wait, there’s blood on the floor.” Owen said, slightly panicked that he still couldn’t find the source of it.

Cassie looked down and indeed, there were a few drops of bright red blood on the once completely white carpet.

“Where is that coming from?” He asked again even more confused than he was a few moments ago.

“My vagina.”

Cassie was making unbroken eye contact with Owen as she pursed her lips together. all honesty, she really couldn’t think of another way to phrase that.

“Your wha- oh, OH!” Owen raised his eyebrows when it finally clicked. “Uh oh.” He said blankly.

“Yeah, uh oh.” Cassie repeated. They both knew that Amelia was going to be on call all night later and judging from the poor carpet, this was a problem that clearly needed to be handled before then.

Despite being a doctor, Owen quickly realized he had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation, after all he’d obviously never death with this experience himself, and it defiantly wasn’t something that Megan ever struck up a conversation with him about. So, he gave the little bit of advice he had on the spot and decided to figure the rest out later.

“Well for starters, you should probably put on some pants,” Owen suggested helpfully. Cassie looked down at the growing stain on the carpet and nodded sheepishly as she left the bedroom to return to her own. “Yeah, pants are good,” Owen muttered under his breath as he rubbed the back of his neck. He sighed, pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and dialed.

“Kepner?”

“Hey! What’s up?”

“Um… I’m having a little bit of a situation at the house right now and I need you to watch Hazel and Lily for a little bit.”

“Oh my gosh! What happened? Is everyone alright?”

“Yeah, yeah we’re all fine nothing bad I just need to take Cassie somewhere and I don’t think she wants her little sisters tagging along.”

“Okay, I can be there in about 15 minutes is that okay?

“That’s perfect. You’re a lifesaver.”

15 minutes later Cassie and Owen had made their way up to Target and headed straight to the “Feminine Hygiene” section. Owen looked at the giant wall of products and realized that even as a doctor, he had no idea what the difference was between a winged pad and an unwinged one, and why they came in so many damn colors.

“So uh, which one do you want?” He asked Cassie

“I don’t know! I’ve never had a period before!”

“Well neither have I!” Owen smirked at his daughter but received an eyeroll in return. Teenagers. Never appreciating good comedy when they hear it. Cassie stood staring at all the boxes, not even moving as she read the labels. Owen studied her, and noticed how much older she’s gotten. Has she always been that tall? He thought to himself. She’s almost Amelia’s height. Owen had to turn away and start reading random adds that we stuck to the shelves because he knew if he kept looking at her he would start getting all teary eyed in the middle of the pad aisle. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Cassie tapped him on the shoulder with a box in her hands.

“Okay we ready to go?” Owen asked as he started heading out of the aisle.

“Wait, no.” Cassie jogged to catch up with him and held the box in front of her.

“What, is there something else you need?” Owen glanced around the rest of the aisle, still being as baffled as he was when he first stepped into it.

“No, I just don’t want to carry them,” Cassie said with a grin on her face as she held the box of neon pink pads out to Owen. Owen pulled his mouth into a straight line and sighed as he reluctantly took the box from his daughter. She giggled as they walked towards the cash register to pay. Owen set the box down on the belt and grabbed a king size Reece’s Pieces cup from the shelf above it. He gave Cassie a smile, knowing that was her favorite.

On the way home, Cassie ate her Reece’s and laughed as Owen sang along to the Rock and Roll station on the radio. Once they arrived, Cassie went to her room and Owen went to his, still chuckling slightly at his daughter’s comments about his off tune singing. He opened the door and saw Amelia standing in the middle of the room.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to be home until later,” he asked right before he gave her a small kiss.

“Nah surgery went quicker we thought, the guy’s gonna make a full recovery.”

“That’s great!” Owen exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah it is, but I have just a, quick question for you Owen.”

“Yes?”

Amelia gave him a confused smile and pointed towards the floor.

“Why is there blood on my carpet?”

[leowenila]

The Five Stages Of Grief: Part One (Denial)

Hello there! Originally I heavily debated about writing another multi-fic because I thought that I wouldn’t be able to find a topic and write multiple chapters for it but while looking over my list of ideas I have for stories, this one stuck out to me for some reason. One major change of this story and the promotional photos we have received is that; Betty’s biological parents will NOT be featured in this story, and Teddy’s pregnancy does not exist! Before reading please read the disclaimer in case the subject may bother you.

Disclaimer: Several parts (this one included) in this series includes mentions of drugs and overdose, please read with caution. I am no expert on the subject of addiction or grief but I hope to write to the best of my ability. This series will have very angsty/dark moments in throughout the story, proceed with caution. Thank you, please enjoy and please let me know if you did!

Eventually over time the heartbreak of losing another person in the young neurosurgeon’s life became oddly normal to her, but the stabbing pain while traveling through the five stages of grief never fell short of being unbearable. Watching as Betty being wheeled into the emergency room before her shift was over several hours made her chest tighten and flashback to the moment Christopher was removed from her arms the last time.

Hours after staring out of the giant windows in the noiseless waiting room of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, Amelia saw the cardiothoracic walking towards the nearby door. Upon noticing Amelia removing herself from her chair, Owen walked over to where Amelia stood with Teddy. Before the blonde uttered a single word, the young neurosurgeon recognized her expression.

The expression that cut like knives through her heavily beating heart.

The expression that says the surgeon did everything in their power to save someone’s life but it was too late.

The expression that you remember for the rest of your life.

The expression that tells another person is now gone from your life forever.

“The damage done to Betty’s heart-“ Teddy began to explain to Amelia as unfallen tears formed in the brunette’s eyes as she looked at the floor tiles below her, in attempt to stay grounded in her emotions.

“No. You promised that you could save her. You promised! And you didn’t.” The young neurosurgeon said to Teddy while she stared at Owen, who remained calm and knew that the news of Betty not making it out of surgery alive was also affected him but remained silent.

Shortly after observing the cardiothoracic surgeon’s facial expression, Amelia speedily moved from her position she stood in after noticing Teddy holding out arms wide open to form a hug.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” The young neurosurgeon firmly told the blonde as she walked away towards where her sisters stood and watched at the scene unfold from afar. Without a moment to process what had occured over the past several minutes and hours, Owen quickly wheeled the small stroller where Leo had been soundly sleeping, in hopes to catch up to his girlfriend wherever she had run off to.

“This is going to destroy her, Meredith.” Maggie sadly told Meredith, who for one of the first times since knowing the young neurosurgeon, felt the pain her sister in law was feeling.

“She’ll be okay.” The general surgeon flatly said before she wandered back to the attendings lounge where she previously was preparing to go home previous to discovering the news of the teenager remembering her late husband every step she took.

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Four days later

Knocking on the wooden door of the older home with his small son in his strong arms, Owen patiently stood at the doorstep waiting for his sister in law who had taken it upon herself to watch Leo as Owen and Amelia attended Betty’s intimate funeral. Minutes later with a towel on her shoulder, the general surgeon unlocked her door and greeted the two in front of her.

“Thank you so much for watching him.” The trauma surgeon thanked Meredith after he handed Leo off to her. Owen watched the small boy play with the bottom strands of Meredith’s hair, forgetting himself as he worriedly stared until the general surgeon brought him out of his thousands of thoughts about Amelia and how she would handle the rest of the day.

“How is she doing?” Meredith dismissed the Owen’s thanks to immediately ask him about her sister in law she genuinely grew concerned about ever since Betty’s passing. Owen placed his large hands into the pockets of his black pants and shrugged his shoulders before offering a small frown that had overtaken his face.

“I think she’s handling it the way she knows how to?” The redheaded trauma surgeon offered as a question before the two nodded to one another to form a silent conversation. Moments passed until Owen kissed Leo on the top of his head and said goodbye to Meredith, and walked back to his vehicle where Amelia had been sitting silently by herself without flinching as her boyfriend opened the door.

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Several hours after returning home from the funeral and their small dinner, the trauma surgeon walked out of Leo’s nursery to find his girlfriend in the room across from where he was standing in what was once Betty’s room.

The young neurosurgeon scanned the late teenager’s bedroom from every inch. She walked over to the neatly made bed covered with sky blue bedding, to the small closet that remained open from the night of packing to go to rehab and eventually sat at the brown wooden desk where a laptop, several picture frames and loose pencils rested. Amelia picked up a frame photograph of herself and Betty happily smiling at the camera from Alex Karev’s wedding day. Rubbing her hand over the teenager’s face slowly brought giant, raindrop-like sized tears in Amelia’s sapphire irises as she finally allowed herself to release the denial of Betty’s death and the anger to settle in.

“Damn it, Betty.” The trauma surgeon heard Amelia shakily say, signaling she was crying while missing the teenager who she considered as her daughter.

That’s the end of the first part, sorry it’s pretty short! I really hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I wrote it, I can not wait to write more. Thank you so much for reading!!

[amelia-blackshepherd]

Record Time (1)

Here is the first part based off a prompt I got ‘Mama Shepherd and the shepherd sisters come out to Seattle and learn of Amelia’s home life with Owen, Betty and Leo.’ There is so much damage between Amelia and her family I have to break this story up. Hope you like it.

“Amelia! Wait up?” Meredith’s voice interrupts. I stop and send the intern I had been instructing off to check on a patient.

“What’s up Mer?” I impatiently ask, while checking scans on my iPad. “I was supposed to be in the OR like 10 minutes ago. So, whatever it is can we talk about it later.”

Meredith begins to object, when Alex comes storming up to us, “Shepherd. Aren’t you supposed to be in surgery right now? There is a reason we have a board, and a reason we stick to a schedule.”

I smirk a little internally, this new intern chief position is really bringing out Alex’s responsible and bossy side. I nod, “Yes, I was just headed there, Mer just had a quick question for me.”

He seemed to accept that answer and went off to deal with some other problem. I am still waiting for Meredith to say whatever it is that she needed to say. “I’ll find you after, it can wait.”

“Ok. I’ll text you when I am out of surgery.” I tell her and head off to the OR.

After scrubbing out of surgery, I got a page to the ER. After a quick consult there I see Mer texted me, she was in the scan room. I decided to change my clothes first and go pick up Leo as I was done for the day and the nursery was on the way.

I pushed the door to the scan room open while sending Owen a quick text to let him know I picked up Leo, who was on my hip at the moment, “Hey, Mer, sorry about early, today was crazy what did you want to tell me?” My eyes had been on my phone as I entered the room, so the voice that responded caused my head to jerk up in surprise and brought me face to face with my mother.

My mother as usual gets straight to the point as her eyes take in the baby I am currently straddling on my hip. “Well, I guess congratulations are in order. Why didn’t you tell me you were expecting? How old is he?” She asks, like nothing is wrong, like the last 4 years of radio silence since my wedding hadn’t happened. She stretches her arms out towards Leo, like she thinks I am just going to hand him over to her.

I take a step or two back and position Leo, so he is partially protected from her by my body. “I didn’t even know you were in Seattle.” I say to my mother, ignoring all her personal questions.

“Come now Amy, just let me see the little guy and we can talk and catch up.” My mother tries again, taking another step towards me, causing me to immediately add space between us, placing myself closer to the door.

Meredith joins in hoping to ease some of the tension, “That is actual what I wanted to tell you earlier.” I shot daggers at her with my eyes, she knows the situation between my mother and I, how could she let me walk into this situation. “I only found out last night.” Meredith tries to defend.

“Amy, I am your mother, can we just talk? You should have told me about …” Carolyn says.

My mothers’ words do nothing but infuriate me, “Leo. His name is Leo. And I didn’t tell you about him as it is none of your business. Not now, not after everything.” I pause to steady my breath, I won’t let her see me cry.

“Amy, don’t be like that.” She tries to reason with me.

I shake my head, begging the tears not to drop from my eyes, “No, you don’t get to just appear and pretend like you have been in my life. So much has happened in the past few years, and you don’t know any of it. And that is not my fault. That is your fault. You choose to not be in my life. You choose not to trust me. You choose to question my sobriety. This is on you.” The anger is the only thing keeping me from completely breaking down right now.

“I should give you two some space.” Meredith chimes in quietly as she takes a step towards the door.

My mother nodding and smiling at Meredith says, “Thank you, Meredith.”

But I can’t keep doing this. “No, Mer you stay. I was just going home anyway.” I head towards the door Leo still resting on my hip, during the conversation he had buried his face against my body, he looked quite sleepy.

“Amelia!” I hear both of them call as I head out the door. But I don’t stop. I just leave the room, and head out to my car. To go home.

I got home before Owen, Leo was clearly ready for a nap, so I put him down and decided to start supper. I texted Betty before I started cooking the pasta to see if she would be home for supper or if she was staying at her friend’s house. She texted back almost immediately, which made me happy in a mother of a teenager who also happens to be a drug addict kind of way, she said she was on her way home.

Her and Owen got home just before the pasta was ready. We all sat down to eat, I debated telling Owen about the surprise visit from my mother however decided to would only raise questions and likely snark from Betty, so I decided it was best to wait till after we ate.

After we finished eating, Owen and I headed to the kitchen to do the dishes. Leo was in his play pen in the living room and Betty was on the couch doing her homework. I glance to make sure Betty wasn’t listening before telling Owen about my encounter with my mother.

I barely got into it before the doorbell rang. I began to set down my dish towel but stopped when Betty yelled “I got it.” So, I went back to the task at hand, I could hear voices as Betty answered the door, although I wasn’t too concerned until Betty called out to me, “Amelia!”

“Hush, it is fine. He is my grandbaby I can pick him up dear. And who did you say you were again?” Carolyn Shepherd asks Betty.

I put my towel down and hurried into the other room, only to be surprised for the second time today by the same women I hadn’t seen in years. “What are you doing here?” I demand moving towards Leo’s play pen where my mother was also headed.

“Now, now, Amy is that any way to talk to your mother.” Carolyn responds.

Betty who is still standing near the door has an amused and confused look plastered across her face, “Wait. Grandbaby? Mother?”

“Betty, go to your room.” I tell her, not ready to get into this right now, as I was focused on getting my mother out of this house. When Betty continued standing there watching me as I protectively grab Leo out of my mothers reach and hold him against myself. “We can talk about this later, go to your room now.”

“You can’t have secrets and be sober.” Betty quotes back to me, something I had told her back when we were first figuring out our dynamic.

“Betty. Now.” I say throwing her what can only be described as a mother look. Betty rolls her eyes and trudges upstairs to her room.

“And who exactly is she?” My mother asks in her straight-forward-needs-to-know-everything kind of way.

“Mom, what are you doing here? I thought I was clear back at the hospital. How do you even know where I live anyway, it is not like you have ever been here.” I say, carrying Leo with me back into the kitchen where Owen is because knowing my mother, I will want him near me for support.

“I am here to talk to you Amy and get to know this secret surprise grandbaby. And Maggie told me where you lived while I was at Meredith’s visiting my other grandkids, you know, the ones I knew about.”

I hand Leo over to Owen and turn back around to face my mother. “Okay, then talk. What is so important after four years that you now, all the sudden need to talk to me so badly.”

“Amy…” She tries to start.

But I cut her off, “Amelia. Nobody calls me Amy anymore.” I harshly inform her.

“Please just listen, I know I made a mistake when I didn’t come to your wedding, but you have to look at it from my point of view.” She tries to rationalize.

I jump in though, “No, I really don’t. You abandoned me on one of the biggest most important days of my life. I can’t just forgive you, even if you thought it was a mistake, you didn’t even listen to me.”

Leo starts to fuss, Owen looks at me apologetically checking to make sure I would be okay if he left the room to deal with Leo. I nod and tell him I’ll be fine. He heads off with Leo, leaving just me and my mother in the kitchen.

“Amy, I can’t change the past. And I am so sorry I missed out on you building this family, on you becoming a mother.” My mothers says in a soft tone.

I don’t even correct her this time about my name. I have to turn around though, so she doesn’t see how her words affect me as thoughts and images of Christopher flash through my mind.

“Please can we just try and move forward?” My mother’s asks as she places a hand on my shoulder. I push the tears that have threatened to encompass me and turn back to face my mother.

“I don’t know.” I say, because after everything I don’t know if I am ready to let her back into my life. “So, much has changed…” I trail off, not meeting her eyes.

“Then tell me about it, we can change that. I want to be in your life, Amy.” She says kindly.

I want to believe her. She is my mother after all, and I want nothing more than to give in and hug her and let her take some of this pain away, but there is this tiny thought that is nagging me at the back of my head. “You want me in your life?” I ask my voice sounded frail like a young child’s.

She nods and smiles in her warm motherly way, but that voice in the back of my head wants to know, ‘why now?’. “That is why you came to Seattle? To fix our relationship?” I ask, part of me knowing that isn’t the real reason and the childish, naive part of me wants her to just say that is why she is here.

She hesitates before she answers, and I know in that instant, she isn’t here for me. “Well, Meredith invited me for Bailey’s birthday. But I wanted to see you.” She says as she rubs her hand along my arm.

I push her hand off me and move away. “You didn’t come to see me. You didn’t even care that we had not talk in four years. You only care now because of Leo.”

“Amy, it is not like that.” Carolyn says, Owen came back in the room moments before, and quickly clued into the situation.

“Yes, it is.” I say the hurt laced in my voice. I can’t believe I thought she cared even for half a second. “You can go now. I don’t need you in my life. And if you don’t care enough to have me in your life, you don’t deserve my kids.” I say, I can feel the tears building and threatening to run down my face.

“Amy…” She tries again but I am done listening and thank god for Owen as he realized I had reached my limit and stepped in.

“Carolyn, I think it would be best if you left now.” She looks between us as Owen moves closer to me. “I can drive you back to Meredith’s.” Owen offers, clearly trying to be the peace keeper.

“No, no, that’s fine I can take myself.” She looks back at me, and begrudgedly heads towards the doors. Before she lets herself out, she says one last piece, “I do care, Amy. I am your mother, I will always care.”

Once the door shuts behind her I give into the sobs and lean into Owen’s strong frame. He comforts and holds me just like he did when we were separated and he found me crying on the elevator, and all I know is that I couldn’t do any of this without him.

[latetothegreysparty]

She Gets That From You: Chicken Scratch

Good evening, lovely people! I’ve finally found the time throughout the chaos that is my life to write another little fic. I have another work in progress, but I’m not sure how long it will be until that one gets uploaded. Anyway, back to the topic at hand, here is the next installment in the She Gets That From You series. I hope you all enjoy it!

She Gets That From You: Chicken Scratch

“What’s up, Els?” Amelia asked as she walked into the kitchen. Ella had been working on her homework studiously at the kitchen table for the last 20 minutes with Amelia periodically checking in to see if she needed any help. As she fully entered the kitchen and saw her daughter, she was surprised to find that her daughter had set her pencil down and was now staring dejectedly at the worksheet in front of her.

“Nothing,” the sullen 7 year-old replied, never lifting her eyes from the page in front of her.

Amelia sat down in the chair next to Ella and placed a hand on her small shoulder. “Hmmm, really? Nothing?” she asked. “Because it looks to me like you’re feeling down.”

The little girl glanced up to meet her mother’s eyes, giving Amelia an even better view of the sadness lingering in her eyes. She stared up at her mother for a moment before finally saying: “I hate handwriting class.”

“Hate is a pretty strong word, Ella Margaret,” Amelia chastised gently. “We’ve talked about that before.”

Ella huffed out a breath. “I know, Mama, but I do hate it. Handwriting is the worst!”

Amelia decided to let this one go. Though she generally tried to teach her daughter to avoid using the word “hate,” her main goal was to teach Ella not to use that word in reference to other people. If Ella was this adamant that she disliked a class in school, it probably wasn’t the end of the world that she’d chosen to use that word. “And why is it the worst?”

Ella gave another small huff as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so bad at it, Mama!” she lamented, her voice bordering on a whine. “I try so hard, but I’m terrible at it.” As she spoke, she bent down to pull a folder from her backpack. She opened the folder, pulled out a stack of papers, and splayed them on the table. Amelia glanced down at the pile of papers, and she immediately could see what had been bothering her daughter.

Unsurprisingly, the daughter of Owen Hunt and Amelia Shepherd was an accomplished student. The combination of intellect, ambition, and work ethic that she’d inherited from both of her parents meant that she always did very well on her schoolwork. She was quite used to getting near-perfect scores on all of her assignments and exams, and Amelia and Owen had grown to expect nothing short of glowing reviews during parent-teacher conferences. The stack of handwriting assignments lying on the table, however, were a departure from Ella’s usual performance. Instead of the scores in the upper 90s that she usually received, her scores on these assignments ranged from the high 70s to the low 80s.

Amelia glanced back up from the papers on the table when she heard her daughter begin to speak again. “Every assignment I get a bad score. I spend more time on handwriting than any other class, but my grades are still bad.”

Amelia nearly told her daughter that the grades she was receiving weren’t bad grades, but she stopped herself before the words came out. Ella Hunt was a perfectionist like her mother, and there was no way Amelia would be able to convince her that average grades were fine. She expected to excel, and she was disappointed when she did not. Amelia was hard-pressed to try to convince her daughter to think differently when Amelia herself expected excellence in all her endeavors.

With that in mind, she tried a different approach. “Nobody is good at everything, Els,” she said. “We all have some things that are easy for us. You are an incredibly talented girl, and that means almost every subject in school is easy for you. But nobody finds everything easy. For some people, math is hard. For other people, reading is hard. For you, writing neatly is hard. That’s okay. I understand that it’s frustrating, though. I get really upset when things are hard for me, too.”

Ella didn’t look very convinced by her attempts at reassurance. “But your handwriting is so pretty,” Ella argued, looking pointedly at the neat penmanship on the grocery list that hung on the refrigerator.

Amelia lifted her small daughter out of her chair and onto her lap then turned her so that she sat sideways across Amelia’s lap. She used her right index finger to tip Ella’s chin up so she could look her in the eye. “Do you know whose handwriting isn’t pretty, though?” Amelia asked. Ella shook her head wordlessly. “Daddy’s,” Amelia supplied.

Ella’s eyes widened in surprise. Apparently she’d never paid any attention to the chicken scratch on the notes her father had written when she’d had to be absent from school when she was sick. “Daddy has bad handwriting?” she asked, her voice displaying her intrigue at this new information.

Amelia nodded seriously. “He sure does. Everybody in the hospital complains because they can’t read the things Daddy writes.”

“But he’s so good at everything!” Ella argued.

“Not everything,” Amelia corrected. “Like I told you, babe, nobody is good at everything. Everybody has things that are difficult for them. Some people, like Daddy, are good at more things than most people, but even people like Daddy have things that are hard for them. For him, one of those things is writing neatly. You seem to have inherited that from him.”

Ella’s face softened a bit. Hearing that her chicken scratch handwriting had come from her father seemed to pacify her a bit. She idolized her father. Being told that she took after him was one of the highest forms of praise anyone could give her. Finding out that he struggled with neat penmanship just like she did made her weakness far easier for her to except. “What does Daddy do to be better?” Ella asked.

“I’m not really sure,” Amelia admitted. “But I have an idea. Could you please go get Daddy for me and bring him to the kitchen?”

Ella wordlessly nodded before climbing down from Amelia’s lap and scampering out of the room. Within moments, she was returning to the kitchen with her small hand encased in Owen’s larger one. “What can I do for my two favorite ladies?” Owen asked with a smile. As he spoke, he pulled out the kitchen chair next to the one Amelia sat in and lifted Ella into the chair.

Amelia smirked as she met her husband’s eyes. “Miss Ella is having a tough time with her handwriting homework tonight. She’s a little frustrated that good penmanship doesn’t come naturally to her. I thought that since she’s not the only Hunt who struggles with neat handwriting, maybe we could all work together on this assignment.”

Since Owen was standing behind Ella’s chair, safely out of view of the 7 year-old, he felt comfortable rolling his eyes at his wife’s unabashed complaint about his poor penmanship. Nevertheless, he was more than willing to do whatever needed to be done to help his little girl. “Sure, Mama, what do I need to do?” he asked before sitting down on the other side of Ella.

Amelia slid a sheet of lined paper and a pencil toward Owen. “Why don’t you do the assignment alongside Ella?” she suggested. “What’s the first thing you need to do, love bug?”

“This week we’re practicing writing our g’s,” Ella explained. “We start by printing ten of them.” Owen nodded seriously and followed along, beginning to print a few g’s on the lines on his paper.

Amelia looked at his paper first. “Daddy, your circles are awfully flat,” she corrected. “Make them rounder, please.”

Owen nearly snapped back with a snarky comment. By this point in his life, he’d grown frustrated with the frequent remarks he heard about his handwriting, and he had a pretty short fuse when people criticized his penmanship. Before he said anything, though, he stopped and reminded himself that he was here for Ella. She was struggling with her homework, and she needed to see him struggling too to realize that it was okay to have a hard time. “Okay, Mama, I’ll work on that,” he said calmly, utilizing all of the willpower he had within him to keep his voice neutral.

For the next 30 minutes, Amelia looked over Owen’s and Ella’s writing and helped them correct their errors. Ella was amazed to see that her father got just as many corrections as she did, if not more. After Ella finished writing the line she was working on, she looked up to her mother. “That’s the last one,” she said.

“Look at that! You did it!” Amelia celebrated.

Finally, after an hour of grimaces and pensive looks, Ella cracked a small smile. “I finished,” she confirmed quietly.

“You didn’t just finish,” Amelia said, “you wrote very nicely. I’m so proud of you!”

“But it took me forever, Mama,” Ella argued, the hint of a whine once again returning to her voice.

Amelia opened her mouth to reply, but Owen spoke before she had the chance. “That’s okay, kiddo,” he assured. “It took me just as long as it took you. When something is hard for you, it’s going to take you a little longer. That’s just how it works. You shouldn’t be ashamed because something is hard for you or because it takes you a long time. We all have a hard time with something. The thing that matters is that you work hard in everything you do. I’m proud of you for working hard on your handwriting, even though it’s difficult and frustrating for you.”

Amelia beamed at the pair in front of her. “You get your work ethic from your father,” she said before pressing a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead and then repeating the action on her husband. As she stared down at the lines that Owen had painstakingly written out and the matching sheet of lines that their daughter had produced, she could feel her heart swell. Ella really was just like her father. For that, Amelia was extremely thankful.

[elipcius]

~ While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is about ~

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“Thank you for everything. Bye.” 

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Chapter 1

Word Count: ~ 2.3k

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, profanity

Summary: Your life comes to a startling halt when you realize the abrasive and dismissive man you shared a passionate but drunken night with is now the father of your child.

Notes: Hello! First chapter for you all. Let me know in the comments, chat or messages on what you think. A like or reblog is great too if that’s what you want. <3 I hope you enjoy reading!

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It Had To Be You Masterlist

How?

You had taken every precaution and painstakingly logged your cycle every single day. An IUD, sex during a low fertile week, and a condom to seal the deal.

And yet.

After five tests with the same result, you held onto the denial for as long as you could. The phone call from the gynecologist to confirm that yes you are pregnant, was enough to seal the earth shattering deal.

Pregnant.

This had to be a mistake. Even with your occasional trysts and short lived relationships, you didn’t have one slip up or scare. But a drunken night five weeks ago so blurry that you could barely remember seemed to have been the final straw in your streak of good luck.

The steering wheel suddenly felt incredibly hot as you gripped the leather tighter. You pressed your forehead to wheel, squeezing your eyes tight and forcing a slow breath from your lungs. The morning sun beaming into the car window was too bright, the air conditioning blowing through the vents too cold against your skin, your thoughts too incessant, too anxious, too loud.

 It wasn’t that you were against having children. At twenty-nine years old, you were coasting steady in life. Magna Cum Laude in marketing from one of the best universities in Sendai, an internship that blossomed into a full-time job, and after years of overtime and grasping every opportunity you could, you’re now a Marketing Specialist of one of the best firms in the city. You had a sizeable income from years of working hard and saving, a small but cozy house that you fixed yourself, and the freedom to actually do the things you wanted.

But this was a big step. A step that you wanted to follow a certain way if you could help it. A serious relationship, marriage, and maybe a kid or two.

Now? When you were this close to a promotion, when your mother was finally showing a modicum of pride in you, and you had your vacation planned?

It was too much, everything was too much, too intense, too fucking loud.

The sharp vibration of your cellphone the cup holder jolted you from your thoughts and back into cold, hard reality. Work. You can deal with this later.

Omelia: I got the latte you wanted and its sitting neglected on your desk. Where are you.

You're being dramatic.

Omelia: I wont be dramatic when I say no the next time you ask me for coffee.

I just parked. I’ll be right up. Keep calm until I get there.

Omelia: 🙄 

You shook out another breath, pushing away from the steering wheel and smoothing a hand down your white button up blouse.

“You can do this. It’s going to be just fine.”

By the time the elevator dinged on the thirtieth floor of the skyrise building in the middle of downtown Sendai, your nerves weren’t as frayed. The anxiety still buzzed against your skin as you walked past various cubicles, smiling kindly to your coworkers before hitting the stretch of office doors that led to your own. There were days when you wished you were in a cubicle again. It was easier to meet others and socialize, forming a small family of the same people year after year. But the more you volunteered to stay after hours to assist for projects and the more your boss recommended you for opportunities you had only dreamed of, the less you saw your coworkers. But you tried to stay engage as much as you could, eating lunch with them, going out for dinner and drinks.

But you guess that would have to change soon.

“I used my rage to reheat it for you.”

Omelia’s low and raspy voice was a welcome distraction to the current thoughts in your head as you closed the office door behind you. Perched in an office chair across from your desk, the usual silver-eyed glower from your best friend stared holes into your skin. Even petite in nature, she was the most intimidating but also the most beautiful person you had ever met. You couldn’t be envious of her. Since meeting her in second grade, she was often chased by boys. When they pulled her thick kinky hair as a means of flirting, she responded with a punch to the gut that always ended her in the office and her mother’s usual response was to take her out for ice cream instead because she shouldn’t be punished for stopping boys using violence as a means to show affection. But as you both got older, her violence morphed into carefully calculated sarcasm capable of cutting anyone down before they could do the same to her. But you were never afraid of her mean words, because when you’re the only two black females in your second grade class, you naturally gravitated to each other. And being able to gauge her emotions behind her words always helped you understand her more.

You reached for the cup and hesitated, the anxious thoughts of the effects of caffeine and fetal development flashing through your mind before you ultimately gave up.

Her eyes narrowed, silver orbs laser focused and analyzing body language as you sipped the latte, the usual caramel flavor hitting your tongue.

“Ah yes, I can still feel the rage. Thank you.”

“It’s rare when you’re late and you usually text me if you’re gonna be.”

You shrug, setting your Michael Khors purse on your desk before sagging into the ergonomic chair.

“Forgive me for my transgressions.” She rolled her eyes at your attempt of a joke, crossing elegant skirt clad legs before sighing slowly. “I know you hate mornings Ome, but this level of disappointment is rarely directed at me. What’s wrong?”

She didn’t speak for a moment, opening her mouth and closing repeatedly, full lipgloss covered lips puckering to form words before she shook out another disappointed sigh.

“I’m sorry. Just boyfriend troubles and I’m taking it out on everyone I see. I’m so close to just dumping the fucker.”

“Then do it?”

It was no lie that Ome had more than had it with her three year on again-off again relationship. Years of short lived jobs, lack of interest in her or her family, and the latest cheating stint, she was ready to call it quits. But why she hasn’t, you’ll never know.

Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone. Having stone walls around you for most of your life will do that you imagine.

You hesitated again before taking another sip.

How much caffeine is too much? 50 mg? 200?? Your stomach lurched painfully, the sharp pang of nausea making your mouth water. You’ve been drinking three cups of coffee every day for the past five weeks.

Oh God.

“Y/n.” Ome’s voice rang in you ear, cutting through the loud echo of thoughts. Her gaze was less harsh this time, concern softening her ethereal features. “You good?”

You smiled at her, pushing the coffee away.

“I’m good.”

***

It turns out that you in fact were not good. Because every little thing seemed to send your mind into a frenzy. You spaced out at every meeting as you thought about just all you needed to prepare for.

College fund. Daycare. Medical care. Baby clothes. Furniture (baby furniture?). Telling your fucking mother.

You couldn’t eat your salad because you were curled over your phone instead, googling every ingredient to make sure nothing was toxic.

You couldn’t look your coworkers in the eye because you could feel the waves of irrationality in your mind as you imagined their disgusted filled stares as they looked at your stomach.

No matter where you went or what you did, everything seemed to set your mind off.

How much do babies even cost?

The thought made you groan softly, your stomach taking what felt like the millionth backflip of the day.

“Are you alright?”

You blinked, face heating instantly in embarrassment as you looked up at your boss. Jin Itadori’s glasses sat perched on his nose as he looked at you curiously, dark brown eyes soft but filled with concern.

“I-I’m. Yes, I’m alright. Sorry it’s been a weird day. I meant no disrespect, Itadori-san.”

He chuckled in reply, hands folding on his desk as he smiled softly at you. Jin was probably the nicest boss ever. He was always soft smiles, an even softer voice, and a demeanor that made others relax instead of stiffening in his presence. But despite his demeanor, he had revamped the entire marketing department fresh out of college, brought in triple the revenue the company had ever seen, and usurped the previous boss’ position in less than three years to become Director of Marketing Operations for the Sendai branch. He was serious about his work and refused to let anyone walk over him or his colleagues. And he was one of the few people who didn’t judge you by how you looked and instead admired your work ethic, your personality, and your goals.

So to zone out in the middle of a one on one with him was completely out of character.

“You’re not disrespecting me. You’re always so formal, please relax. I can tell you have a lot on your mind. Do you need to take a few days off?”

You shook your head. “No sir. Or at least I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know.”

He pursed his lips before looking down at his planner. “Well, what I was saying is that our latest project will be our heaviest yet. It’s going to take a lot of work, a lot of attention to detail and therefore collaboration with others outside of our company. The branch in Tokyo that held the annual summit a few weeks ago has reached out and would like to be included.”

Ice cold water felt like it had been doused down your back, your nerves jolting in shock. Of all the branches, why Tokyo? Niigata’s branch was good. Albeit, not as big and popular and well known as Tokyo, but still good.

“We’ve projected about a year from start to finish. I wanted to visit Tokyo next week to begin initial talks, create a plan, statements of work, you know the whole spiel. I want you there.”

The anxiety washed away for just a second, your heart pumping at yet another opportunity to get your foot in the door.

“Of course. I would be honored to be apart of this sir.”

“Yaga was especially impressed with your work ethic last month and insists on your presence.” He smiled again at you, his kindness radiating off his skin and made your shoulders relax slightly. “You’re a great person on this team and I wouldn’t have anyone else. I’ll have details to you by end of day.”

***                                              

Your happiness had slowly melted away by the time you made if back to your office and sagged into your chair.

It was a great opportunity. The assistant to the leader of a large multiple branch project? The best thing to come into your lap in a while.

You’ve worked so hard for this. Another step closer.

But the fear of your future, the anxiety of something you had no contingency plan for, the frustration and sadness of having to do this alone was just too palpable to ignore.

Meetings that you would have to reschedule because of OB appointments. Money that you would have to rearrange to plan for a life you didn’t intend to nourish this soon. Disappointment that you would have to swallow from Jin when you told him that you would have to take maternity leave and someone else would have to fill your place.

It was too much. You’re not ready. You’re not fucking ready.

The door to your office opened before you could have another thought.

“Oh my god, if he texts me again I’m going to fucking scream y/n—” Ome paused, her hand on the doorknob as she looked at you softly. “Why are you crying?”

You reached for your face quickly, fingers touching the wetness on your cheeks before you pulled them away to look at the tears on your fingertips. Ome closed the door softly and walked to you, her hand resting on the side of your neck.

“Tell me.”

You should have said something as soon as you walked in the office this morning. You could never go long without telling her your thoughts. But from the moment you hung up the phone with the gynecologist in your car until right now, you’ve been on auto pilot. So much turbulence, but on auto-pilot all the same.

Your vision blurred as you looked up at her, her face distorted through your tears.

“I’m pregnant.”

Finally saying it out loud seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as you hiccupped harshly and broke down in front of her. She knelt down immediately, pulling you into her embrace and pressing your face into her blouse as you sobbed loudly into the soft fabric.

Accidents happen and you can never truly be prepared for a pregnancy. You wouldn’t get rid of it. While you weren’t against that choice, the thought of doing so only made you feel worse. But you thought you would at least be with someone when the surprise came.

But that one drunken night five weeks ago changed everything. His glares during a night out with coworkers were dulled by the many shots of sake you took and started the course of a path you didn’t even want to imagine him being the catalyst of.

Because the first day you met him, he was quick to judge and cut you down with words that made you swear you would never foster a stupid work crush again.

Of all the men it could have been.

It had to be Nanami fucking Kento.

[omeliastoriesbyari]

I’m sorry

Amelia just given birth to her beautiful baby boy, the baby had light blue eyes that resembled the ocean, strawberry kissed hair, and pinkish pale skin. While Amelia was holding her baby boy she felt tear come down her eyes she loved him with everything in her. Amelia looked at her baby and at link and she didn’t see any of link in him. She saw some of herself in him but she saw a lot of somebody else she loved in him a lot. Amelia kissed her beautiful baby’s forehand.

Link reached for the baby and Amelia handed him to him and laid back down. Link handled the baby and felt zero connect between them. Link thought the baby didn’t look like him. He handed the baby back to Amelia. Amelia so the expression on Link’s and she knew he knew.

“Link i’m so sorry I didn’t know,” Amelia said while tears fell down her cheeks.

Link just walked out the room and headed towards the ER where he knew Owen would be. When he walked into the ER  he saw Owen standing at the desk on the tablet going through patient logs.  Owen was confused as why to Link was here since he thought Amelia just had there baby.

“Is there something I can help you with Dr.Link?” Owen asked confused.

“I think you should go see your son,” Link spoke kinda irritated.

“What are you talking about? Did something happen with Leo and I don’t know?” Owen asked.

“Just go see Amelia and your son,” Link said walking off.

Owen was confused to what Link was talking about did Amelia really give birth to his son? Owen ran to the nearest elevator to see Amelia when Owen made it to Amelia hospital room. He saw Amelia being hugged by Maggie and Mer it looked like she was crying so he softly knocked on the door frame.

“Hey O,” Amelia said wiping her tears from her face.

“Hey Mia,” Owen said standing at the door.

“Come in,” Amelia sniffled.

Mer walked by and patted Owen on the back and said congrats before her and Maggie walked out the room.

“Owen, I’m sorry I didn’t know,” Amelia said.

Owen walked over to Amelia and hugged her tightly and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Amelia smiled cause he was very tender to her and showed her support.

“Wanna meet your son?” Amelia asked looking over the baby sleeping in the bassinet next to her.

“Of course,” Owen smiled.

Amelia picked the baby boy and placed him in Owen’s arms Owen instantly smiled. Amelia smiled at holding their baby boy he really was the perfect mix of both of them. 

“What’s his name?” Owen asked looking at the baby.

“I didn’t give him a name yet,” Amelia said.

“Why not?” Owen questioned.

“I didn’t have any name that I really loved,” Amelia said.

“Ok we’ll find one,” Owen said.

“I want a earthy name,” Amelia said.

“I want a name with a meaning,” Owen spoke and Amelia nodded.

Owen got up and placed the baby down in the bassinet next Amelia and sat next to her. Owen and Amelia looked at baby names for hours until they found the perfect name for their second son. 

“What about this name I like it,” Owen said showing Amelia his phone.

“I love it I think it fits him huh?” Amelia smiled.

“Hi Lane,” Amelia said picking him out of his bassinet and kissing his cheeks.

“Amelia I’ll be right back,” Owen said kissing Lane and moving Amelia hair outta her face.

Owen came back with Leo in his arms Amelia smiled she hadn’t seen Leo since in a long time. She was nervous he might not even recognize her so she reached out her arms to see if he would come to her and he did.  

I haven’t edited this so I’m sorry for any errors.

[toevenexist]

Are you still writing Omelia, too? Because there are people who love them more than anything. :(

Yes I’m continuing my ‘darkening’ series xxx

[robbinsarizonas]

(Not So) Silent Night

Hey guys. Very long time no fic xD I wrote this one last night on a spur of the moment thing and it’s probably not very good but my twinsie liked it so I decided to actually post this one, I had a good feeling. Now this is not a christmassy fic in it’s substance, but it was inspired by Silent Night in my head so xD I’d imagine their place is all decorated and there’s a tree and stuff :D

“Shhhhhh…” Amelia cooed as she rocked her son in her arms, at this point somewhat desperately. It was 3am and she had to leave for work at 6, that was 3 hours sleep. How was she supposed to function on 3 hours sleep?

“Derek… Come on honey…” She said softly, but he still didn’t stop crying.

She had managed to get him down the last time he had woken up, barely. He slept for 15 minutes before waking up again, wailing.

The door opened, the sound of the latch clicking rang through to the bedroom Amelia shared with Owen at the back of the house. Owen was home. Amelia felt relief at this fact, maybe Derek just wanted his daddy and mommy just wasn’t good enough. Maybe Owen would be able to get him to sleep.

She held Derek closer, placing a small kiss on his head before starting to gently rock him back and forth again.

“5th time’s a charm right?” She thought to herself, even though she knew that wasn’t even the saying.

Owen stood in the doorway of the bedroom with a wide smile on his face. This had always been his dream, for as long as he could remember, to be a father. He couldn’t think of anything more perfect that his wife, standing in their bedroom, cradling their tiny son in her arms.

“You need a hand?” He asked, causing Amelia to quickly turn around to face him.

“I’ve got this…” She said, against her better judgement. Apparently she had communicated with herself correctly over this last minute change of plans. “I have got this…” She was trying to convince herself as well as Owen.

“Oh, you’ve got this?” Owen said, same huge smile that he couldn’t seem to wipe away. He figured if she was up this late she most likely hadn’t got this, but he did admire her perseverance.

“I’ve got this.” She said, false confidence, assuring him with a slight nod.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then.” Owen grinned, just waiting to see her reaction.

Amelia grabbed the closest soft thing she could reach, in this case it was a dirty shirt from the back of a chair, and threw it at him, hitting him right in the face.

“What was that for?” He laughed, holding the shirt in his hand and giving it a slight sniff, his face screwing up at the signature ‘dirty’ smell.

“Oh you can’t tell me you didn’t deserve that one.” She smiled.

“Well you did say you had it handled.” Owen teased. “But listen… No more crying.” He said, pointing over at little Derek who was fast asleep in Amelia’s arms.

“No crying. You are a miracle worker.” Amelia said, walking slowly over to the crib and placing Derek down gently.

“I don’t think I did anything, I think that was all you.” Owen smiled, walking over towards Amelia and giving her a soft kiss.

“Well, I am excelling as a mother.” She said jokingly, smiling up at Owen.

“Derek is lucky to have you.” He said, completely genuine with not even a tiny little bit of kidding in his words. He was lucky she had chosen to love him and build a family with him. It was everything he could have asked for.

[trashforgubler]

Scars To Your Beautiful

Word Count: 730

Summary: Cassie (Omelia’s oldest daughter) is insecure about her stretch marks and Amelia comforts her

Extra Info: This story is really important to me as I am a teenage girl who has a stretch marks (like a lot). Unfortunately, my mom didn't react in nearly the same was as Amelia does in this story, so I wrote this as way of making up for that, and also for anyone else who is going through the same thing. Basically bodies are weird. They stretch, they scar, they get freckles, acne, bruises, broken bones etc. but all those things make them look really freaking cool. So next time you feel uncomfortable wearing shorts or a swimsuit in public because your thighs touch or whatever, just remember that literally no one notices. Really. And if they do they don't think that its gross, because its not, its natural. Anyways, that was my ted talk on body confidence but this fic was inspired by the song Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara and if you haven't seen the music video go watch it because it’s beautiful 

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“Cas you almost ready?”

Cassie had been locked in her room for the past 30 minutes and as far as Amelia knew, it defiantly did not take the long to change into a swim suit. Earlier that night, the family had all decided to go out in their hot tub to look at the stars, but Amelia guessed it would be morning before Cassie came out.

“I’m not going,” she replied in a dull voice. Amelia furrowed her eyebrows. Cassie always jumped at the chance to go out, this was the first time she’d said no.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” Amelia questioned from outside her door

“I mean I’m not going!” Cassie yelled.

Amelia took a deep breath, knowing that getting frustrated with her daughter before she even knew what the problem was would be counterproductive. As much as she hated it when Cassie sassed her, she knew she only did it when there was a bigger problem going on, not just because she felt like being difficult. Amelia knocked gently on her door before opening it. Inside, Cassie was standing in front of the full-length mirror that was hanging on her closet door, examining her legs from all angles.

“Why don’t you want to come out with us?” Amelia asked. Cassie abruptly turned to face her and pointed roughly at her inner thigh. Amelia walked up closer and kneeled down to see what she was talking about.

“That! I can’t go out with… that on my legs!” Cassie crossed her arms and stared her mom down, expecting her to understand and leave her alone. Amelia looked at her legs for a couple seconds and then refocused her attention on her face.

“That?” Amelia said in a surprised tone, raising her eyebrows as she looked at her daughter in disbelief.

Cassie nodded her head in exasperation.

“What’s wrong with it?” Amelia asked.

Cassie turned to face the mirror again, pinching at her thighs and sighing.

“They’re stretch marks, they look weird.”

Amelia tucked her hair behind her ear and walked over to Cassie’s bed.

“Come here,” She gestured. Cassie reluctantly dragged her feet over to where Amelia was sitting and sat down next to her.

“Cassie,” she began, “do you know how many women have stretch marks?”

Cassie shrugged and looked at her thighs again.

“A lot, a whole lot. And I bet you didn’t even notice that most of the celebrities you looked up to have them, did you?”

“Mom celebrities don’t even get stretch marks, they’re too perfect.”

“Oh, then I guess by your standards Beyoncé looks weird because she has stretch marks.” Amelia said with a smirk.

“What?” Cassie looked up at her mom with a confused look.

“Yeah! What did you think Beyoncé has all those gorgeous curves and no stretch marks?” Amelia laughed.

“But I thought you only get stretch marks if you’re fat…”

“No,” Amelia said shaking her head. “Almost everyone gets stretch marks at one point or another, regardless of their body type.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really! In fact, most girls start getting them around your age because they go through growth spirts, and their skin just freaks out because suddenly their legs are 3 inches taller and they didn’t have time to react.”

“Oh.”

“Cassie,” Amelia said softly as she took her daughter’s hands in hers. “Stretch marks don’t mean you’re ugly, or that you’re fat, or that you’re never allowed to wear a swimsuit again. They just mean you’re growing. It’s one of the many joys of puberty.”

Cassie laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“And you know what?”

“What?”

“I think they’re beautiful.”

Cassie tried to hide an embarrassed smile as she was wrapped into a hug. Amelia gently ran her fingers through Cassie’s dark hair as she laid on her chest. They sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of Owen and the other two girls laughing as they splashed each other with water. They felt the cool breeze of the night wind flowing in through the screen on Cassie’s window as it tickled the back of their necks. Amelia gave Cassie one last squeeze before getting up to leave the room. She was about to close the door when she heard footsteps behind her.

“Wait,” Cassie said hesitantly “I’m coming.”

Amelia smiled then kissed her daughter on the forehead, and they went outside together.