The whole world shook around her and soon the room felt smaller. Her throat became dry as she sunk to the ground, struggling to breath in the seemingly minuscule area. She gasped as dark memories stormed her brain, part of her was happy, but the only part that could be seen was terrified.

The damning piece of plastic lay just inches away from her. She began to sob uncontrollably, sob for the baby she lost and for the one she was expecting.

There was a pounding at the door, but all she could hear were the heaving breaths that she struggled to take in. She felt like screaming, like her chest would burn on fire if she didn't let the words escape.

"Amelia? Amelia? Are you alright?!" The man called, as he rushed to her side.

This man was no ordinary man, he was her love, the father, the first that she had trusted in years.

He took her in his arms, stroking one of the few locks which weren't plastered to her neck with sweat. He searched for eye contact, pulling her chin towards him, attempting for some acknowledgement.

Then he saw it, the little pink plus. And that's when he knew.

"Hey hey look at me, it's okay! We're okay, you're going to be okay."

"Owen?" She gasped out, gripping him tighter as his face became clear. "Owen, I-I'm..I"

"I know, Amelia, I know." He whispered into her hair, rocking her body with his in an attempt to stop her from shaking. He was terrified, it had been a long time since he'd seen her like this. Almost broken. He had wanted this though, he had always wanted this, and he knew that she wanted it too. However, he couldn't imagine what her first pregnancy had done to her.

She lay in his arms for another hour and never once did Owen speak a word, her style of processing was vastly different from the norm. He yearned to hear her every thought, for her to let him into that big brain of hers, but he knew the only things she needed at the moment were silence and comfort.

"I want to be happy about this" She whispered in a tone barely audible and ridden with shame. "I never knew I wanted this but, I do, I want a family with you, I want this baby, but.." Her voice lingered off. "You know what happened the last time, maybe I can only make brainless babies!" She spoke bitterly, she loved her son, but deep down the pain and the guilt were still there. "Without him, I wouldn't be here with you, I'd probably be dead, in fact I'm sure of it" Amelia rambled, nuzzling her head into Owen's neck. She took a deep breath, straining to hold back a fresh wave of tears, "I want to be brave for him..for me, but I'm just so scared.."

"It's okay to be scared, in fact I'm terrified. But you know what?"

"What?" She questioned, looking up at him.

"I know we can conquer anything together. I'll always have your back and I know you'll always have mine. I mean love conquers fear, right?"

"I hope so." She mumbled under her breath, this would undoubtedly be the hardest thing to grasp, she had performed extravagantly difficult surgeries and conquered her drug addiction, but the hardest day of her life was the day she helplessly held her brainless baby in her arms knowing there was nothing she could do to save him.

A stray tear fell from her watering orbs as she began to control her breathing. Owen's heart ached as his eyes made contact with her's, he felt almost sorry that he had put her through this. He reached out and gently wiped her cheeks dry, they shared a soft kiss before he helped her off the floor. "You'll always have me to talk to, okay? I never want you to feel alone, I will always be here. " He added, and she flashed him her magical smile.

"Now, what do you say I cook us some dinner? I've been told by this beautiful neurosurgeon that I make delicious Salmon" Owen smiled, a cheeky grin.

"Hmm, this neurosurgeon sounds like my kind of gal, is she single?" Amelia joked, leaning against the counter as he prepped their meal.

"Unfortunately not, she's taken by some strapping Trauma surgeon" He said with a laugh, twirling her around for a playful kiss. He blew a raspberry on her neck, electing a laugh from his formerly somber wife.

"You make everything better...I love you for having the guts to love an utter mess like me" She grinned, the tears drying in her eyes. "Now, get to work Sir, we've got celebrating to do later." she added flirtatiously, a convincing mask of the fear behind her happiness.

Author's note: Tbc if you guys enjoyed the first chapter, please let me know if you'd like a continuation as I have some ideas that can turn this into a multi-chapter fic!