"We got this...hey, we GOT this." Owen said sternly to the man helping me pull the gurney of the patient with the license plate plummeting into his chest, into the elevator.

My heart was pounding, I had just told Owen that I was pregnant nonetheless with his child in the middle of our miracle case surgery. As everything else in my life, that is not what I planned. I didn't plan on telling my best friend that he was going to be a father in the middle of our OR in front of several random people, but I did, because strangely the moment finally felt right. The moment that had been delayed for over a month because we kept getting interrupted. But, there were also times when I had him alone that I could have said something but my emotions were so screwed up. He had a family now, and was I just going to waltz right into that with my knocked up self? No. I couldn't. But god I wanted to, not so much for me, but for my baby. Our baby.

Owen stared intensely at me, pain and confusion in his eyes, in his whole face.

"How could you have kept this from me?" He asked, sounding so hurt.

"Don't act like this should've been easy!" I shot back.

We just stared at one another for what seemed like a lifetime until we both felt a jolt, simultaneously with the elevator lights cutting out and then emergency lights shining a dim glow.

Owen had gently grabbed my arm, probably afraid that I almost fell back.

"What happened?" I looked around, puzzled.

"Must be the storm, powers out and we're trapped. Are you...okay?" He asked, his eyes darted down to my mid section.

I was a little shaken, and I'm pretty sure my 15 week old baby was too. I slowly put a hand to my abdomen, caressing it.

"We-we're okay." I said gently.

I looked over at my patient, stable for now but he needed to get to CT. Shit. I then felt Owen's eyes still on me.

"Teddy..." Owen began.

"Look Owen, I know. I know I should have told you sooner and I said I was sorry. I just-you moved on so fast and I know you said you made a mistake with not calling me after our fight but, you have this whole new life and how the hell was I supposed to interject in that?!" I exclaimed, tears beginning to pool in my eyes.

Owen stepped closer.

"Teddy, your presence in my life will never be an unwelcome one. I don't even know what my life is right now. When you asked me if I was happy? I didn't answer and you know why? Because I don't know. I don't know if I'm happy..." He paused. "What I do know? Is that I'm happy you're here, and, I am so happy about this..." He slowly put a hand to my abdomen, feeling for the first time my barely there bump where our child was growing.

"Owen..." I stared into his eyes, with my hand joining his.

All of a sudden, I felt intense cramping in my lower abdomen and I winced.

"What's wrong?" Owen asked, concerned.

"I-the baby, something's wrong. I'm cramping..." I said, starting to panic.

"Here, sit down, take a breath and relax." Owen guided me to the corner, taking over squeezing the bag that was keeping my patient breathing.

I took some deep breaths and gently rubbed slow circles over the abdomen. After a minute or so, the cramping subsided.

"Oh my god..." I suddenly say after the silence.

"What, is the cramping getting worse?!" Owen jumped.

"No, Owen..." I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, but they were happy tears.

"Teddy, what? What is it?" Owen asked, increasingly concerned.

I slowly got up from the corner, and took Owen's free hand and placed it on my belly.

"The baby's moving." I smiled.

Once the cramping had stopped, I felt those famous first flutters and I couldn't believe my luck that Owen was right beside me for our baby's first movements.

"Wow..." Owen said, smiling and crying. "It's like a little feather brushing against my hand," he exclaimed.

"Yup." I choked and looked down, our hands joined and just soaking in the moment.

"We're going to be okay, Teddy. We're going to figure this out." Owen nodded, reassuringly.

"What about Amelia, and the kids?" I asked, being brought back to what our situation actually was.

"We're going to figure it out." Owen said calmly and sweetly, looking into my eyes and back down to my abdomen.

Just then, the power surged back on and the elevator doors opened. Amelia.