Hey, I'm Megs. It's been a while since I've written anything, I'm a little rusty. My story is based on Amelia's experiences throughout season 5, primarily her pregnancy. All other characters will be involved at some point. I adore Caterina Scorsone! So I hope you enjoy & I hope I make sense xx
Prologue.
The repetitive sound of the alarm rang over and over until, the sound begun to fade into the background and eventually she could no longer hear it. As the light from the bed side clock illuminated the room, a slither of sunlight begun to seep through a hole in the drapes. She smiled as she felt the warm sun touch her skin. For just a moment, Amelia allowed herself to forget that she was the starring player in the hot mess that had become her life. For just a moment her heart was how it used to be. She rolled over savouring the moment for as long as she could, until the baby growing inside of her made her presence known, pulling Amelia back to a reality she could all but run from. As comforting as it was to feel her baby move inside of her, it also broke her heart a little more each time. The moments always passed as quickly as they had came.
And like that she was back, trapped in reality. 'BANG!' Amelia stopped herself from almost smirking as she listened to Sam stomp around the kitchen. This had become their little routine ever since she had moved in. Their loud routine consisted of crashing and banging around the house or blaring loud music. This little act ensured no awkward encounters or conversations that would lead to a discussion that neither party were ready to have. As much as Sam cared for Amelia like a little sister, this situation was way out of his league. But for what is was worth he was there, even if it was silently.
At work things we're much the same. Amelia was in avoidance mode. A telling facial expression or an admittedly rude exchange kept most people at the practice at bay and away from her. If she had room in her thoughts to care, she might have wondered why the same people she was so intent on pushing away seemed to always come back for more. It was as if these people were suckers for punishment and rightfully so, they were her family and they felt it was their job to be there, no matter how hard she pushed. They were intent on showing her that she wasn't alone.
Even the safety of her own office wasn't enough to shield her from the harsh reality of her future. Outside of the doors and walls she hid behind were her friends and her family, all people that were concerned about her. Whether she was convincing or not, she could pretend that she was fine around these people, she could keep them at arm's length. But inside her office her lies were no use, she was all alone with feelings she couldn't mask. Her pain wasn't pretend, her anger wasn't an act and her heart was really breaking. With every breath she fought the need to give in and give up. She wanted so badly to be with Ryan. She longed to feel safe in his arms again, dead or alive it didn't matter. The one thing keeping her from making a stupid decision was the small part of her heart still beating, the love she had for her unborn, helpless baby daughter.