This is based on a prompt I received on Tumblr:

Owen and Amelia are married and with a 2 year old. But Owen cheats on Amelia and she finds out. It results in them having multiple arguments and fights with them yelling hurtful things at each other. Amelia finds out she's pregnant again.

This is from Amelia's POV

I sigh as my 2 and a half year old daughter Charlotte pushes away the pancakes that I place in front of her.

" Don't want!' She pouts. ' Daddy make it better' she adds.

' Char, you have to eat breakfast, if not you'll go hungry.' I coax her. ' Daddy is not here, so you have to eat mummy's pancakes. '
She continues pouting, turning her head away from me. I swear, my child is as stubborn, if not more stubborn than me.

' Charlotte Addison' I warn.

' I want daddy!' she cries.

I sigh again as she refuses to open her mouth to eat the piece of pancake I am now holding in front of her mouth.

Finally, after conceding to the idea that Charlotte was not going to eat the pancake, I shove it into my mouth. And cringe.

It tastes so salty. Did I accidentally add salt into the pancake instead of sugar?

No wonder Charlotte, who was usually a big fan of my pancakes refuses to eat them.

Salty. They used to be so sweet. Just like what my relationship with Owen used to be.

We used to be the couple that everyone in the hospital was jealous about. After we got back together and decided to start anew, our relationship progressed rather quickly from being just friends to lovers, to being engaged and then married. And then along came Charlotte, the product of our love for each other. Throughout the duration of our relationship, our love for each other only intensified. I fell in love with his passion and his intensity , and of course his muscular looks. I loved how he could look so tough on the outside and yet be so gentle and compassionate on the inside. My heart melted each time I see him with Charlotte. I am not joking when I say that he was so good with her, she had him completely wrapped around his little finger. He loved cuddling with her, blowing raspberries on her stomach and making her giggle, lifting her up and spinning her around and tucking her into bed and night and watching her sleep.

But then, of course the universe had to conspire against me like it always did. You know how they say that life changes in an instant? Well mine did, yet again.

[ flashback]
It was just another ordinary day in the Grey Sloan Memorial
Hospital. I was entering into the final hour of my extremely busy shift , and just couldn't wait to go home to cuddle with my dear child and loving husband.

' Hey Dr Shepherd, you have any more cases to review her in the ER?' Nurse Debbie approached me at the nurses counter in the ER.

' Nope, just hanging around and waiting for my husband' I replied.

' Oh, I thought his shift ended an hour ago. I saw him walking out of the door with nurse Ginny. ' Debbie pointed out.

Alarm bells were now ringing in my head. Nurse Ginny was one of the prettiest nurses in the whole hospital, but she was also well known for dating other women's husbands. What is Owen doing going out with her?

I let the matter slide , thinking that maybe they just went for a casual drink with another colleague.

That night he came back drunk at way past 12 midnight.

That night, I finally caved into the temptation of checking his phone as he was fast asleep in his drunken state. I never ever checked his phone before out of respect for his privacy, but that night something just urged me to check it.

That was when I discovered that they had been sexting and seeing each other every day after work. No wonder he started coming home late everyday , well past his shift. I knew his shift schedules, but I just brushed it off before as him staying back to help April out in the ER. Now I knew better.

One text caught my attention.

' Ginny: I love you babe. The sex tonight was amazing! Are you up for tomorrow night?'

I resisted the temptation to slam the phone down and wake him up. This would have to wait until tomorrow.

The next morning, I decided to confront him about it. Being the honest person I am, I was very direct and upfront with him.

I had to catch him before he walked out the door. If before, he would kiss me and Charlotte good morning and comment how good my waffles and pancakes are, now he would just walk right out the door in the morning , without even a ' good morning'.

' Owen' I called out just as he was about to walk out of the front door. He turned to look at me, a frustrated expression on his face, as if I was preventing him from rushing to a meeting that he was late for. Except that I knew his schedule very well, and knew that he was not even supposed to start his shift for several more hours.

' What?' he asked in an irritated tone, causing me to rethink confronting him straight.

' I….I just want to know what time you're coming home today.' I muttered.

' I don't know yet' he replied, as he moved towards the main door.

' Are you going out with nurse Ginny?' I asked suddenly, causing him to stop cold in his tracks and turn to look at me.

' What? No…no…. Why would you think that?' he stammered. I knew him well enough to know that he was lying. In a way, it hurt, because I really wished he wasn't lying. But it was obvious that he was. When he lies, his face would flush , his ears would turn red and he would stammer, like what he was doing now. I wish I could put him into a lie detector brain MRI- to prove the fact that he was lying.

' Yes, you are' I said calmly. ' If not - why would you be leaving work right after your shifts with her?'

' Who told you so? I said I was working late…'

' Really Owen? I know your schedule. I know from a reliable source that you both left work together.'

'And what reliable source is that? Huh? Tell me!' Owen's voice was now raised in anger.

' Right- can you explain the texts in your hand phone?' I asked, my hands on my hips.

Owen's face was even redder now, if that was at all possible.

' It was just some random texts from a girl I barely know.' Owen defended.

" No Owen' I was persistent this time. ' They were all from Ginny. And I read all your replies.'

' Who gave you permission to read my texts anyway?' Owen shot back.

I stepped back, feeling as if I had been stabbed on the chest.

' I am your wife' I defended, ' We don't keep secrets from each other.'

When Owen remained silent, I continued asking ' How long has this been going on behind my back? 'For one week? For a month? A year? This is how you treat me and your child? By cheating on us?'

' I am sorry Amelia' he mumbled. ' I only slept with her once…'

' ONLY? ONLY?!' You only slept with her ONCE? So you're planning to sleep with her again?!' I was now yelling at the top of my voice. Hell hath no fury like a woman who has been cheated on. ' How many times did you go out with her before going all the way?! Who started it first? Was she good in bed?! Was she better than me in bed? Tell me?!'

' I'm so sorry' he replied meekly. ' I caved into the temptation. I shouldn't have…'

' You're damn right you shouldn't have!' I screamed.

Just then, Charlotte, who had been awoken by my screaming, started wailing from her bedroom

' Get out ' I say in a low tone. ' GET OUT NOW!' I screamed again, giving him a shove. I don't want my daughter to be anywhere near her cheating father.

Owen finally walked out of the door, giving me a final sympathetic glance as he closed the door behind him.

After he shut the door, I went to grab Charlotte from her bed, and cuddle her, her tears mixed with mine as we both clung to each other for dear life. At least we still had each other.

[ end flashback]

Since then for the past month or so, Owen and I haven't been speaking to each other. It was like we were both living in separate worlds. He would leave early every morning before I even woke up and return back long after I fell asleep. He didn't even bother to kiss Charlotte good night or good morning anymore. He wasn't the doting , loving father he used to be. I don't recognize him anymore.
Even at work, we seldom spoke to each other, except to consult on cases, whereby our exchange would be more of a formal one. Occasionally, we would exchange a few words about Charlotte, but that's that.

Once, he tried to initiate a conversation with me in an on call room, and another time I tried to initiate a conversation with him at home when he came back earlier than usual, but both times ended with heated arguments. I just wasn't ready to forgive him yet, and he just wasn't ready to admit his mistake. We were both stubborn in our own ways, neither of us wanted to cave in. No wonder Charlotte inherited the trait from us. Finally, we gave up and just went our separate ways.

Owen hasn't been back home for the past few days, and frankly, I don't give a damn anymore. He can go fuck Ginny all he wants, I really don't care. I can raise Charlotte all by myself, I am a strong, independent woman. And I am going to raise Charlotte to be a strong, independent woman too.

The familiar feeling of nausea overcomes me as soon as I shove the rest of the salty pancakes into my mouth. It rises up my throat like bile- and soon I find myself bolting to the nearest toilet and emptying my entire guts contents. As I clean up after myself, a sudden realization hit me like a brick. I have been throwing up my breakfast every single morning for the past one week or so, and I haven't had my period for 2 months. What are the odds?

I feel like sliding on the ground- but instead I finish rinsing my mouth and go back to the kitchen where Charlotte is still sitting on her high chair. I cannot leave her unattended.

I take advantage of my off day to go grocery shopping with Charlotte. I decided to sneak in some extra things together with the grocery.

Later in the day, as Charlotte is taking her nap, I go into the bathroom and open up the 5 pregnancy tests I bought earlier on. I take a deep breath and lift my head up to the ceiling, copying the superhero pose I've always paraded in the OT before my surgeries. Except this time, it wasn't a surgery. I am about to find out whether I am going to have another baby with my cheating husband. This time, I'll do it alone, I promise myself. I can do this. I am Amelia Shepherd after all, I am a world class neurosurgeon, I save lives and operate on inoperable tumors for a living, surely I can handle raising 2 children on my own. Two children. Not one child anymore.

Before I know it, the 5 minutes is up. I take another deep breath, and dare myself to peer down at the results . All 5 tests are clearly positive. The universe must really hate me. I am so screwed. This time, I allow myself to slide down the bathroom wall and remain seated on the bathroom floor. This baby was conceived out of love during our happier days. But he/she wouldn't be born into a happy household. It wouldn't be fair for the baby. I really don't know what I should do now. I mean, obviously I would have to keep the baby. But will Owen want to be a part of their life? He barely even acknowledges Charlotte anymore. Will he treat the new baby the same? Should I tell him before it becomes obvious and he starts thinking it isn't his? Screw You, universe.

Author's Note : Reviews and comments are very much appreciated! Do let me know what you guys think- would you love to read a continuation of this? ;)