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Owen stepped forward and grasped Teddy's hand tightly, almost too tightly. He had no clue how they ended up like this, or what they were going to do. He was way out of his comfort zone, or maybe he was standing right inside it. So many thoughts were racing through his head that he couldn't tell. His grip tightened on her hand."Owen, your hurting me." she stated. He rubbed the outside of her hand with his , but it was completely clear. He had to stay strong, and sane. For both of their sakes he couldn't fall apart now.
He had known Christina was going insane from the fears within her. Before this, he thought he could just drop what was happening, suppress Christina's fears. Now he was in too deep. Owen took a step backwards, still holding her hand. What he saw in her eyes was not the best friend whom had fallen desperately and hopelessly in love with him anymore. He saw a woman who could leave at any moment, without a care in the world. She was no longer emotionally attached to him. That was just the way he felt for her too. And now that they were on the same terms, his heart had turned towards her. Although he wasn't sure what she wanted out of this relationship, she obviously knew it was wrong too. 'Maybe she was trying to hurt Cristina.' he thought. He traced the last two months, had his wife screwed up in any way? Not to his known memories. And Owen was sure that they had forgiven each other for Henry's unpreventable death. Cristina had been independently recovering from the trauma that had happened in the last year or two. Trying to salvage her residency. She was not on her game, but not off it ether. She scrubbed in occasionally, saved a few lives, and scrubbed out.
He snapped out of his daze when Teddy raked her other hand through her dark blonde curls, and said "This is-" "Crazy, I know" Owen cut her off. She dropped his hand and crossed her arms over her chest. He paced around the white room "Are we happy?" he asked. " I don't fucking know Owen, your the one who's married." Her voice raged with silent anger. He looked at her in disbelief, thinking that it was a low shot at him being responsible for killing Henry. And that just pissed him off. He opened his mouth, about to defend himself, when he just barely heard her voice crack into a cry. Teddy's green eyes watered over, and she covered her face. Owen pulled the blinds shut, and leaned against the windowsill."I-,I never wanted this you know. I nev-..never wanted us." she managed to say. He stared at the floor."You know that's a damn lie" He glanced back at her small frame, sitting on the edge of the examiners bed.
The paper crinkled as she hopped off and walked across the room to retrieve a tissue. The mood changed. He held back a grin as she blew her nose into the tissue, and dropped it into the trashcan. He remembered the time she had a breakdown in the elevator. It seemed like so long ago. The stress of life's events, plus having a cold at the same time, were too much for her to handle. Teddy had tugged on the lapels of his laboratory coat as she had cried into his chest. Later on that day Owen had to convince Cristina that the black mascara stains on his coat were nothing, and that a patient had looked to him for support at the moment. She had already been on edge with Teddy, he didn't want to give Cristina any reasons to leave him. She believed him. Now when she trusted Teddy, this happened.
The silence of the room was broken as the blonde pulled another tissue from the box. She wiped over her eyes, heels clacking on the floor as she walked over to a mirror to wipe the makeup from under her eyes. She walked back to the trashcan. Click-clack-click-clack-click -clack. Owen was staring at the floor again .He loved his wife, but he could never feel completely for her in the same way he feels for Teddy. "I hate you too." he spoke, bringing up the old conversation that he never finished. She couldn't help her emotions, and burst out crying again. Her normal confident attitude diminished. " I hate that you do this to me." he continued with hesitation. The paper crinkled again as she hopped back up on the bed. A whole fifteen minuted passed as she cried. He watched her from the other side of the room. "We are adults, and-"Teddy sniffled, interrupting him, "Owen I'm so scared." Owen was taken aback by her confession. He started walking over to her, and she lightly slid off the bed. Face to face. The last time he heard her say that was 6 years ago, when they were released into an interwar zone to aid wounded soldiers. She looked slightly up at him. His eyes met hers, showing to be slightly red and puffy."I'm terrified" he admitted as he reached to wipe a hot tear from her cheek.'Why does she have to cry?' Owen thought. 'Why does she have to make it so hard for me?' The cardio goddess had a strong grip on the strings of his heart, without even knowing it. He wondered why she wanted him, what was so special about them? Owen leaned down slightly, and she glanced at his lips, and leaned up.
The kiss overpowering. Owen felt the sex, tension, and hurt all by the way their mouths moved together. She arched her back and his arms made his way around her waist. She slightly stood on his feet. Her arms clung to his shoulders, trying to even their height and deepen the kiss. She stepped down off his feet as he lifted her up. He placed her on the bed and the sound of the paper could be heard from outside of the room. Owen pulled the paper out from the roll and tore it off, crushed it into a ball, and made the shot from across the room. She grinned into the kiss as he stood in-between her legs where she sat. Their teeth clacked together and it was almost painful. Teddy pulled away. Looking down, she laughed. Forgetting their predicament. "What are we doing?"she said. Her eyes traced the emotions of his face. His smirk was overcome with lust as his lips locked with hers again. Owen grabbed her hips and moved her further onto the bed. He jumped up on his knees and hovered above her. She pushed his lab coat off and he lifted his blue scrubs shirt over his head .Teddy wrapped her legs around his waist and toned abs as she laid down. Owen ran his hands over her legs , her jeans still on. She hadn't worn scrubs because she had no surgeries planned, nor did she expect to do any today. She shimmied out of her lab coat, covering her form fitting grey blouse, could just barely see the difference...He groped his way up and down her body as she tensed up in different places, moaning at his touch. She dropped her high heels off her feet, and they fell clashing onto the floor, momentarily surprising Owen. He jumped up and off the bed, locking the door ,then climbed back up and hands hovered under the button of her dark wash jeans as he looked at her seeking her approval. She leaned up and pulled him down for a quick tender kiss, silently giving him permission. He undid the button and sat back up on his knees to pull her jeans off. She had on girly blue laced panties. Owen jumped off and flipped her on top of him. She straddled him, and leaned down to bite his bottom lip and gently pulled on it. Owen gave her a sly look "I don't have any condoms" he said matter-o'factly. Teddy rolled her eyes at his joke. She bent her legs under her knees and then sat down on his hips. She ignored the sexual tension building.
She leaned down and locked her lips with his. Wanting to feel loved by him. He tangled his fingers in her hair. Then something changed. Owen slid his hands up the front of her shirt. He suddenly got curious. "Wow" he said, sounding scratchy. Teddy placed her hands over his and looked at him. "Meet our mistake baby" She said with a hint of sarcasm, slightly blushing. Owen's stomach did a flip. He laid his head back as reality hit him, the ultra sound that showed she was 4 weeks pregnant was real. This baby is real. The cheating was real. Cristina, whom he thought was the love of his life, would never forgive him. But for right now, in this moment, that doesn't matter. He was going to be a father.