Loud screams in terror. Severe pain. Lots of blood. Weird liquids coming out of weird places. It was like a horror movie.

"Ugh, that's disgusting." Amelia grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl placed on top of her huge 34 week baby belly while she watched a show about births on TLC.

"And yet you're still eating?" Owen chuckled as his wife shrugged, carelessly.

Amelia watched as Owen struggled in carrying a big heavy box from the bedroom to the living room, placing it in a corner with the other numerous boxes he had packed before, which contained their personal belongings, dishes, plates, clothes... Basically everything they owned.

The couple had finally found the perfect house in LA for them to move out of Owen's apartment and start their life as a family. The apartment wasn't bad, it was actually pretty big, but it wasn't a place to raise a child and both of them felt the need to buy a big house for the new and most exciting step in their lives. But, since their work schedule had been pretty tight with interviews, dealing with press for their albums, concerts and award appearances, Owen and Amelia had only managed to go house hunting when Amelia was already at the end of her second trimester, which made both of them hurry up and choose a house that didn't need any type of reconstruction, since they wanted to be all settled before the baby was born.

"Okay, that's it. I'm gonna help you." Amelia declared, getting her feet off of the coffee table and trying her hardest to get up from the couch on her own, sick of sitting down all day long.

As soon as Owen saw her trying to stand up, he quickly let go of the box he was carrying and ran to where she was sitting on the couch, one hand behind her back and the other supporting her right forearm, in order to carefully help her.

"You're kidding, right?" He laughed, thinking his wife couldn't be actually serious about helping him.

"What? Owen, I'm pregnant, not sick." She crossed her arms under her chest and stared at him when she was finally able to stand up straight, frowning at the sensation of her sore boobs. They were so big she felt like a cow ready to be milked.

"You're on bed rest, Amelia..." Owen sighed, closing his eyes and slowly massaging his temples. They'd had that discussion so many times already, he was sure he was in need of a sedative. Or at least a good night of sleep, which he hadn't been getting at all.

Owen loved Amelia and he was beyond excited about their baby girl, but between doing all of the work with packing their stuff and constantly telling his wife she should be resting, he just felt exhausted. Of course he couldn't admit to any of those things out loud, otherwise Amelia would take it as an excuse to run around the house helping him with the moving. Owen had to be the sane one in the relationship.

Amelia had been on bed rest by doctor's orders since her 24th week of pregnancy when, at one of the many concerts and performances she insisted to keep on doing, she felt a strong headache, which freaked out Owen. They went straight to the hospital and, there, the couple was told that Amelia had hypertension in pregnancy, which meant that any big physical activity could be harmful to the baby. It wasn't so serious, but it demanded a lot of doctor's appointments and, most of all, for Amelia to avoid any type of exercise. And, because of that, Owen had to keep an eye on his wife 24/7, since pregnant Amelia was more stubborn than ever.

"I know, but I'm tired of sitting on the couch with my feet up watching stupid shows about pregnancy and birth, Owen! I need to do something!" She moaned and pouted at him like a little child, when another painful scream was heard from the TV. "See?! That's horrible! It's like she's being slaughtered or something!"

Owen laughed at Amelia's pouting and pulled her closer to him, giving her a kiss on the forehead and rubbing her back.

"Then why do you even watch it, babe?"

"I don't know... I feel like I need to know everything about it." She looked down, playing with the buttons on his shirt. "But at the same time it's just... So terrifying, you know? In less than a month I'll be doing that." She pointed to the TV screen where a woman was dripping in sweat and breathing rapidly as she prepared for another push filled with screams. "How is that even natural?!"

"You know I'll be there with you, holding your hand." Owen hugged her tighter. It was the first time either of them had this kind of experience. They both didn't know how to deal with it or what to expect, but at least they had each other to lean on.

"I know, but this is all so much." She looked up to meet his gaze. "I feel awful and fat most of the time and my back is constantly hurting, I can't even feel or see my feet anymore... Ugh. How can some women do this so many times? I swear to God, we're not having more than two... Okay, maybe three."

"Oh, so you're in the mood for another one already?" Owen gave her a playful look, gently caressing the sides of her bump.

"Shut up, we don't even know how we're gonna deal with this one yet." She passed her arms around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes so she could give him little pecks on the lips, until Owen opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, one of his hands going from her belly to play with a lock of her hair.

"I know it's been rough for you, but we're getting there, babe. And soon we're going to meet our daughter." He smiled against her lips, opening his eyes to look into Amelia's.

"I can't wait." She smiled back at him.

"Now, this talk has been great and all, but..." Owen stepped back and crossed his arms, seeing what Amelia's real intention with that whole 'pregnancy is hard' talk was. "You know you're not helping me, right?"

"Ugh." She grunted and threw herself back on the couch.

"That's right, go back to watching your shows." He grabbed a handful of her popcorn before going back to the boxes.

"But I'm so bored!" She exclaimed out loud so he could hear it, then getting on her knees on the couch to look at Owen on the other side of the room. "And besides, you can think you're the strongest man on the planet, but it's clear that you're not handling all of it. Admit it, babe. You need someone. I know it can't be me, but at least let me call Richard or Jackson. Oh! Derek!" She bounced excitedly. "I told you he's in town to visit, he could totally help you!"

"Amelia, I told you I'm fine. I can do this." He insisted, duct taping the box with their cups and plates.

"Sure, babe, sure..." Amelia pretended to believe him, rolling her eyes and texting her brother to see if he was free that afternoon.

"So, how was it with my brother yesterday?" Amelia anxiously asked as she walked hand in hand with Owen, heading to their new house. Since the moving would happen the next day, the couple decided to go visit what would soon become their home to check one last time if everything was okay before they moved in. Thinking it'd be better for them to get to know their new neighborhood, Owen and Amelia had lunch in a little restaurant two blocks from their street and walked back to the house. "I know I said I was going to take a nap and leave you two to handle things, but I eavesdropped a little bit..." She admitted, giving him a guilty look, causing Owen to chuckle at her cuteness. "...Then I actually fell asleep 'cause I was really tired."

"Well, it was fine. We didn't talk much, I guess." Owen shrugged. His relationship with Derek wasn't a very tight one, they actually hit it off better when they were in silent activities, such as fishing, drinking beer while watching a game or packing boxes, like they did the day before. "I guess we mostly talked about you... And the baby, of course."

"I wanted you two to be friends." Amelia sighed.

"It's not like that, Amelia." Owen giggled at how she tried really hard for them to bond. "Oh, he told me how much he's excited to be an uncle."

"That's ridiculous, he's already an uncle. All of my sisters have children." She stated, confused by what he meant.

"Yeah, but Derek said he's excited to be an uncle to your baby." Owen explained, smiling tenderly at her when he saw Amelia's eyes widen with surprise. "He told me he always worried about your future, if you'd be sober or if you'd ever wanna settle and raise a family... That when you decided to go to the music business, he was scared of you rebelling even more." Owen told her. "But now he's happy that we found each other. He's not worried or scared about you anymore."

Amelia looked down to her feet, a smile on her face, trying her hardest not to cry, since her hormones made her extra emotional.

"Me and Derek were always the closest ones in our family..." She commented. "Even after all the bickering, I knew he'd always be there for me, you know? He's a good brother."

Owen smiled and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling Amelia closer to him as they reached their house.

"Fortunately, Seattle's very close to Los Angeles, so I can actually demand him to come visit more often and see his niece." She said, rubbing her bump as she talked about her daughter. "Funny, I never thought I'd be having a kid before Derek did".

"Here we are. Home sweet home." Owen opened the door to their house and breathed in, looking around the place.

Their new house was really big. With a beautiful front yard and some great natural light, it felt like a cozy environment to live in. The interior was yet to be filled in with furniture, but Owen could already see what he and Amelia had agreed on: The dining room and their huge kitchen would be on the left side of the staircase, which was in the center of the first floor, the living room and their music room on the right side. On the upper floor there were four rooms: The nursery, the guest room and a study - which could both be turned into another nursery in case they'd have more children - and the master bedroom, the biggest of them all. All of their furniture and decoration would be a perfect mix of rustic and modern to combine both of their tastes.

"We're gonna have so many barbecues here." Owen said, mostly to himself, as he admired the backyard with a big swimming pool from their bedroom window, after they made it upstairs. "I can already see the kids running around and jumping in the pool, while I cook and you entertain our guests, sitting on some chairs along the deck. Richard, Maggie, April, Jackson, Derek... They'll all love it."

"It'll be perfect." Amelia smiled at her husband imagining what their life would be. It was clear in his eyes how thrilled he was about the new chapter in their lives and how this was everything he ever wanted. Being surrounded by drugs, alcohol and one-night stands for many years of her life before she met Owen, Amelia had never really thought about getting married and having kids someday. But now that she was actually living it, she couldn't imagine her life any different. To her, there was life before Owen and life after Owen. Meeting him just changed everything, and for the better. She approached him, standing in the way of his view as she placed her hands on his cheeks and joined their foreheads together, closing her eyes to breathe in his scent. "We'll be really happy, Owen."

Owen was so fulfilled and feeling so blessed to be living the time of his life, that he didn't even have anything to say anymore. Instead, he just took Amelia's lips to his in a hungry and, at the same time, romantic kiss to show her how blissful he was feeling in that moment, anxious for the big step they were taking in their lives.

When their lips separated, Owen was about to tell Amelia they should go back to the apartment and get everything ready for the move the next morning, when he saw a different look in Amelia's eyes, one he knew very well. They were filled with desire.

She didn't even let him take a step back, before pulling him closer by the neck and devouring his lips, her hands travelling inside his shirt and through his hair. Taking advantage of Owen's surprise with her "attack", Amelia pushed him to the nearest wall as she went to kiss and bite his neck.

"Amelia..." Owen breathed out, struggling to keep control of the situation as she quickly pulled his shirt off without him even noticing and began kissing his stomach. "Amelia, seriously, you know we can't do this."

Completely ignoring his pleads, his wife got on her knees and started to unbutton his jeans, playing with his arousal and looking up at him with a devious smirk on her face.

Owen was driving insane. He had always been weak to Amelia's seduction and she knew that, but didn't seem willing to stop any time soon. Without even thinking straight, Owen pulled her up and grabbed her face in his hands, his fingers going through her locks of hair as he finally kissed her back, hungry for Amelia's taste.

Satisfied with his actions, Amelia stepped away for a bit to take off her blouse, then quickly went back to kissing Owen. His hands traveled up from her butt and landed on her belly, causing the man to finally get himself together.

"Okay, I can't." He stepped away from her, breathless. Putting his clothes back on, he shook his head at her. "We can't. We have to stop."

"What the hell, Owen?!" Amelia shot an angry look at him.

"Amelia, we can't have sex. At least not until the baby is born." He explained, making her blow out in frustration. "I bet your heart rate's already accelerated. You can't do this kind of physical activity, babe. Your blood pressure will rise and it might be dangerous to our daughter."

"God, I don't even remember the last time we had sex!" She exclaimed loudly, clearly pissed off. "I'm so horny, Owen. I've never been this horny before." Amelia whined, breathing in and out, trying to forget how hot her entire body felt. "I just need you inside me. Now."

Owen chuckled at her frustrated reaction, getting closer to Amelia and putting his hands on her face.

"I'm sorry that you're feeling this way. But we'll have loads of sex once this one is born." He placed his right hand on her bump.

"Promise?" She pouted at him.

"Promise." He kissed her forehead. "Well, that is if she let's us have some alone time at all."

"Oh, I don't even care. I'll hand her to Maggie if it means I get to have sex again." She said in a serious tone, but soon cracked up, both of them laughing out loud.

The next day was really busy for the couple, even after Richard and Derek offered to help. The moving truck had arrived early in the morning and after a few hours, all of their stuff was in the new house, except for some furniture and a few electronics that they bought and hadn't been delivered yet, like their king size bed.

As for the decoration, since Owen wasn't too into it and Amelia couldn't do any lifting, she spent the entire day walking around the house ordering Richard, Derek and Owen on where and how they should place their things.

At the end of the day, after thanking and saying goodbye to Richard and Derek, Amelia arranged an improvised bed for her on the couch and one for Owen on the floor, since their bed hadn't arrived yet.

In the middle of the night, Owen was woken up by the sound of a lot of movements coming from the couch. He quickly sat up and looked at Amelia, scared something was wrong.

"What is it? Are you okay?" He asked, a worried expression on his face.

"I am. She's the problem." Amelia pulled herself up on the couch, her back against the pillow. "She won't stop moving or kicking me. I can't sleep!" She sighed, really tired. "Will you please tell your daughter that it's the middle of the night and I'm exhausted?"

Owen started to caress Amelia's belly from where he was sitting on the floor, a smile on his face. His daughter wasn't even born yet, but was already stubborn like her mom.

He started humming the melody of a song that suddenly came into his mind while still caressing the bump, completely focused on his task.

"What are you doing?" Amelia giggled, observing him.

"I'm singing to her. Is it working?" He looked at his wife.

"Yes, please keep going." She answered. "She's kicking me less now."

Owen nodded and decided to add some lyrics to the lullaby he was creating in his head.

Hey baby girl

Why won't you calm down

I am here for you

There's nothing to fear now

Your mom and me

We're anxiously waiting for you

To see your beautiful face

And all the things you'll do

Hey baby girl

Just close your eyes and dream

You can even imagine

The three of us as a team

As Owen's song was finished, Amelia could feel the movements in her belly slowly stopping. And, as much as she tried, she couldn't avoid the tears falling from her eyes.

"Oh my God, did you just write a song?" Amelia dried her tears, amazed at how quickly Owen came up with the lyrics and the melody. "You really deserve your Grammy, babe."

Owen smiled at Amelia's compliment, gently leaning his head on her belly to look up at her.

"Well, she's the most important judge." He pointed to the bump. "Did she calm down?"

"Yeah, she did. She clearly loves your voice." Amelia pointed out. "I think she actually might have picked her favorite singer of the two of us."

"Well, that's because she hasn't heard you singing to her yet. But wait for it and she'll even forget about me." Owen joked, playing with Amelia's fingers.

"Owen." Amelia called his attention, a new subject in her head. "When will we decide on a name? I can't keep calling her 'she' or 'the baby'. We gotta have a name."

"Well, we went through a lot of names already, neither of which we both agreed on." Owen said. "Do you have any one in your mind right now?"

"Hm, I don't know..." She looked up, thinking. "How about Alicia? Or Agatha? Oh! Maybe Alison?"

"Are you just focusing on names beginning with 'A' so it can be like yours or...?" He laughed, realizing her bias.

"No! Of course not. Well, maybe..." She admitted. "To be honest, neither of those names have stuck with me. But how about you? Do you have any ones you like?"

"Well, I thought about Sarah..." He stopped to yawn in the middle of his sentence, his eyes slowly closing. "Or Gabrielle."

"Those are cute, but they just don't give me... I don't know, a feeling, you know?" She started to ramble, staring at the ceiling. "She has to have a strong and beautiful name, one that means something to us. She's our first daughter, it's an important decision to make. I guess we'll just have to wait and look at her face, then hopefully, we can come up with a name that we both like. God, I didn't know this was so hard."

Noticing Owen had been oddly quiet, Amelia looked down to see him peacefully sleeping on the floor, with his head laid on top of her bump.

"See? Now you both went to sleep and I'm here wide awake." She whispered to her belly before carefully adjusting herself so she wouldn't wake up Owen, then starting to gently caress his soft hair.

Deciding to close her eyes, Amelia began to imagine the three of them in the same scene, only this time with their baby in their arms and, without even realizing, she started to doze off to sleep.

Amelia went into labor three weeks after they moved in their new house. Between trying to stay calm whilst having painful contractions and telling Owen to calm down - the man was pacing around back and forth, more anxious than she had ever seen him -, the whole thing went actually faster than she thought it'd be.

Contrary to many 24 hour labors that she had seen in those TLC tv shows, Amelia's only lasted 7 hours, thankfully for her who couldn't stand that awful pain any longer.

After a lot of swearing and almost breaking Owen's hand from how tight she held it, the couple was finally able to hear their daughter's crying and know she was okay.

Despite her hypertension during the pregnancy, Amelia's labor went better than they expected and soon their baby was in her arms.

Amazed at how beautiful she was, Amelia couldn't even say anything, her mouth and eyes wide open. Delicately running her fingers through her daughter's big cheeks, she admired her every feature. Her eyes tightly shut because of the strong lights, her little mouth opening up for her to yawn, her tiny little hands by each side of her cheeks... Everything about her was perfect. She was the most perfect human being Amelia had ever seen in her entire life.

Still staring at her daughter, Amelia was caught out of her trance when she saw a little water drop falling on her baby's left cheek, quickly drying it off when she realized it came from her own tears.

"She's just... Perfect." Owen said, giving words to Amelia's thoughts. He couldn't believe it. That perfect baby in Amelia's arms was his. His own daughter. Having a family was something Owen had always dreamt of, but ever since he had broken off his engagement with Cristina, he didn't think he would ever find love again, so his dreams of being a father had been set aside for a long time while he focused on his music and career, trying to take his mind off of it. But now it was different. He was seeing his newborn daughter right in front of him, her tiny little hand wrapped around his index finger. "God, Amelia... I already love her so much." The couple finally took their eyes off of their daughter and looked at each other, smiles plastering both of their faces while their hearts were filled with love. "You were so strong today, I can't even begin to imagine what it must've been like. So, thank you. For being this amazing woman you are. For being my wife and the mother to our child."

"You're being really cheesy right now." She giggled, not being able to control her sarcastic self. Owen laughed along and leaned his head on hers as they admired their daughter once again. "We're parents, Owen."

"We are." He sighed and kissed Amelia on the cheek.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt." The nurse called their attention. "But do you have a name already? I'm filling the charts here."

"A name? We haven't..." Amelia looked from their daughter to Owen, realizing they still hadn't decided on a name yet.

"How about Melody?" Owen said. He didn't even know where he got it from, the name just popped in his head when he looked at his daughter.

"Melody..." Amelia slowly pronounced it, trying to picture it being referred to the baby in her arms and, somehow, it fit perfectly. "That's it. That's the perfect name."

"So, Melody it is?" The nurse checked, writing it down on the charts.

"Yes." Amelia replied, thinking of how that name meant so much to both of them. Melody, as in a song, represented Owen and Amelia's careers, their talents and how they met each other. It acted as the two things both of them loved the most in the world: music and their daughter. "Melody Shepherd-Hunt."