Amelia woke up the morning after her wedding in the hotel room she and Owen were staying at. The reception had been in the hotel itself, and the bridal party and guests had ended up crashing in the hotel after the reception, which had gone on seemingly forever. She picked up her left hand and ran it through her messy brown hair, her rings getting caught on a few loose tendrils that had fallen out of the masterpiece Meredith had created for her the day before.

Looking next to her, she smiled at Owen, who was still sleeping soundly and she slipped from the bed, headed for the bathroom before she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Dressed in a tiny white slip, her hair messed up and her makeup smudged, with a sparkling diamond ring on her finger, she couldn't help but smile at herself. She was a bride. Meredith may have had to kick her down the aisle and she may have run at one point, but she had done it, she had made it down the aisle. She was married, she was someone's wife. Mrs. Amelia Shepherd-Hunt. Mrs. Amelia Hunt. She wasn't sure which she liked better, or if she was even going to change her name, but she liked the sound of both.

She continued to stare at herself in the mirror, a sense of pride rising in her.

Look at me now, Derek. Look at your baby sister, recovered, sober, and healed, she thought, tears coming to her eyes as she thought of the brother who would never see her married and never see her children. She refused to cry though, and she rubbed at her eyes quickly, lest Owen wake up and question her. She didn't want to be sad; she had just married the love of her life. She was happy beyond belief as she slipped back into bed and wrapped her slender arms around his waist, snuggling back up to him and falling asleep.

The second time she woke up was to a good morning kiss and she smiles, her eyes still closed as she felt his hand running up her leg. She caught it with her hand and her eyes popped open as she leaned in for another kiss.

"Good morning, husband," she teased him, and she could feel the smile spreading across his lips.

"Good morning, wife," he teased her back, his strong arms enveloping her. She felt safe and secure in his grasp and she smiled, burying her head in his chest and taking a deep breath. He still smelled like aftershave and the flowers that had decorated their wedding, mostly her three white roses: one for her father, one for Derek, and one for her nameless baby boy. But today wasn't about those she lost, today was about moving forward with her life.

"Ohhh come here," he told her, and she moved closer as he played with the dangerously short hem of her silky white nightgown and she giggled, climbing on top of him.

"Is this close enough?" she teased him, leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. In a flash her slip was over her head and she laughed, crinkling her nose, really truly laughing. She thought back to those times before him, when her laughter and happiness was forced, and she decided this was so much better, being truly happy with someone.

"So much better," he smirked, pulling her down on top of him and making love to her; they had been doing it countless times since they'd said 'I do' at this point.

Later that morning they showered together, and afterwards she dressed herself in a white embroidered dress paired with white wedges, her hair blown dry and straightened. She felt she looked decent and looked in the mirror again, smiling, looking down at her left hand again. The ring still felt like a foreign object that didn't belong there; it had taken three engagements to get to where she was now. Ryan, who she thought had been the love of her life, died beside her while she was in a drug induced haze. She went to rehab and after that found James, who she thought she had loved, but ran away to Seattle to escape him where she finally met Owen, and three years later and many ups and downs, they were married. She felt pressure on her shoulders and looked up to see him standing beside her, dressed in slacks and a button him as he kissed her from behind.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked her, and she smiled slyly.

"Just thinking about how we got here," she smiled sweetly, before heading back into the bedroom and tossing her phone and a lipstick into her bag before heading to the door. Meredith, who had basically planned the entire wedding, had planned a brunch, where unfortunately they were expected. If it were up to Amelia, she and Owen would lay in bed all day, exploring every inch of each other, but Meredith, as much as she loved her sister, always put a damper in that. Not on purpose, though, except that one time they were having sex on the couch and Meredith came downstairs with the kids.

Riding the elevator downstairs, Amelia slid into Owens arms with a smile and he held her close in his arms before the doors slid open and they were heading into the restaurant, which the families had commandeered. The moment the pair stepped inside, everyone cheer and Amelia couldn't help but blush. She may be selfish and loved the center of attention, but in that moment she didn't want it. Her day had been yesterday; she didn't want a whole weekend of it. She floated over to Meredith, however, and threw her arms around her.

"How can I ever repay you for all of this?" she asked with a smile. Meredith laughed, hoisting up Ellis on her hip.

"By never having S-E-X on my couch again," she smirked, her green eyes teasing her. Amelia couldn't help but laugh and shake her head.

"Excuse me, we have our own couch to have S-E-X on now," she grinned, as she reached for Ellis. The toddler easily reached for her in turn and Amelia smiled; she had been around the baby she was born and the girl loved her just as much as the older two did. She walked around the restaurant with her, saying hello and thank you to everyone who had come for her and Owen, thanking them for coming to the wedding. She was on cloud nine from last night still, especially when Owen came up behind her, touching the small of her back.

"Did you steal a baby?" he joked, making faces at Ellis. Her heart swelled; she knew he loved kids, she knew how badly he wanted them and she smiled widely. She couldn't wait for their real lives to start, and in the back of her mind, she couldn't wait until the day she told him she was pregnant.

So this is my first attempt at Omelia fic, so be nice! I hope you like it as much as my Merder fics! I have big plans for Omelia as they're my other Greys OTP