So, this is gonna be part 1 of 8. I'm so excited for y'all to read this story, you have no idea! I've worked very hard on this, it's my baby. I know I haven't finished the other fic, kind lost inspiration for it but this one is finished and I'm posting a chapter once a week. Also is posted on my tumblr :)

Enjoy! Please leave lots of feedback! Xx Cici

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Part 1

Christopher Theodore Hunt. Named after her father and his long time friend. Seven pounds nine ounces. Ten fingers. Ten toes. One brain. Perfectly healthy. That was all she could ever ask for.

This was truly the happiest day of her life. It trumped her wedding day, by far, Owen agreeing. Their little boy was healthy and happily nursing in her arms, a whole two hours old. He had Owen's eyes, she knew that much. He also had Owen's nose, but his hair. It was one hundred percent Amelia–the Shepherd hair. She laughed at Owen, claiming that their son will always have great hair now.

Their son. She and Owen had a son. A baby. A real, living, breathing, healthy baby. She couldn't even express how happy she was.

"He's so beautiful." She whispered, stroking the tuft of dark hair on his head. She looked up at Owen, standing by her side, with watery eyes.

He nodded, dropping his hand to the baby, feeling his soft skin. "He's perfect. Should we allow visitors yet?" Owen asked. Amelia nodded in consent, watching as her husband walked out of the room to greet their family and friends.

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Addison and Charlotte walked in first. Addie immediately hurrying over to Amelia's side with arms open, ready to hold the newest addition. "Gimme!" She squealed quietly. Amelia passed the baby over to her. "Oh my god, he is too cute. I could eat him up. Amelia, I could. I seriously could. He is precious." She ogled over the baby.

Amelia smiled, "Thank you. I do make handsome babies." She grinned. She looked at Charlotte once Christopher was back in his mother's arms.

"Nuh uh." Charlotte shook her head. "I have three at home. They're at that terrible three year old stage. And Mason is a cranky teenager. If you hand me that baby, I will fawn over it and want another. And I do not want another." She insisted. Amelia only laughed at the southern woman.

"Charlotte, Christopher says he wants his Aunty Charlie to hold him." She goaded.

Charlotte glared at her. "One, I am not, nor will I ever be called 'Aunty Charlie'. And two, I do not want to hold a damn baby." She repeated. Amelia looked at her with a puppy dog face, popping out her bottom lip in a pout. "Damn it, give me the baby." She said rolling her eyes.

Amelia smiled happily, handing Christopher over the Charlotte. The blonde cooing at the tiny, sleepy bundle. "You sure are cute. But this works out, any time I feel like wanting another, I'll come babysit you. Deal is, you have to be really bad so I don't want another. Got it, kid?" Charlotte asked. Christopher only squirmed and settled in her arms. She took that as a yes.

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As soon as Addison and Charlotte left the room, Meredith and the kids entered. "Aunty Amy! Is the baby here?" Zola asked, holding her brother's hand.

Amelia nodded. "He is, Zo. Would you like to hold him?" She asked and Zola nodded eagerly. Meredith instructed her and Bailey to sit on the couch. Owen brought over the baby and placed him in Zola's awaiting arms. The girl smiling and talking to him immediately. Once she was done holding him, Meredith placed Ellis on to the ground and picked up the new baby.

"Mommy." Ellis said, tapping on Meredith's leg. "Can I howd hims?" The little two year old asked. Meredith's eyes lit up.

"No, baby. You're too little." She said and Ellis shot her a look of sadness. She walked over to her aunt's hospital bed and lifted her arms up to be lifted up.

Owen lifted her onto the bed and she cuddled into Amelia's side. "Aunty Amy, I wanna howd da baby." She said sadly.

Amelia held Ellis close to her. She then looked at Meredith and held her arms out for Christopher to be passed back to her.

"Here, Ellie. Hold your arms out, I'm going to give him to you. Are you ready?" She asked her niece. Ellis nodded determinedly. Amelia gently placed the baby into her arms, resting on the two year old's lap. She helped support the baby's head with her hand as Ellis cried out with joy.

"Mommy! Yook, mommy! I'm howdin' da baby!" She cried out happily. Meredith smiled at her.

"You are, big girl." Meredith grinned.

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Their visitors were gone for the evening, and that left the new family to themselves. Amelia was sound asleep in the bed, as he stood gently bouncing a wide awake, yet content, baby boy. Christopher's blue eyes followed him as they paced around the darkened room.

"Welcome to our crazy family, Bubba. You have a lot of people that love you." Owen whispered into the night.

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