The Honeymoon

Annotation: Thank you all who reviewed! It is so nice to hear that people enjoyed my story! Ok, so here is the honeymoon, I was going to post it all at once, but it would have taken too long so I decided to write 5 short stories about adventures they go on during their vacation. Believe it or not, they are all based on true stories that have happened to me and my family! Here is part one, the first three. Enjoy!

DAY 1, December 22nd

Amelia and Owen got off the plane in sunny Aruba. They could smell the ocean and felt the breeze that made the palm trees sway. It was so much better than cold and rainy Seattle. Amelia put her Coach sunglasses on and went into the bathroom to change into shorts and a tank top. Owen whistled when she walked out, and her face turned bright red.

They got to their 5 star resort, and before they even walked around the hotel or went to the beach, Owen carried Amelia into their room and threw her on the bed. He locked the door, and when he turned around she threw her shirt at him. He blinked and walked toward her.

"So it's not exactly our wedding night, but morning will work too." Amelia whispered as she grabbed the collar of Owen's shirt and pulled him on top of her. They kissed harder and with more passion at the wedding. They were all alone now. Owen cradled Amelia's head and continued to kiss her neck and shoulders while she unbuttoned his shirt. Their breathing got heavier as they continued to kiss, Owen unhooked his wife's bra, and she got his sweatpants off in one pull. After a few minutes, they were both naked on top of the bed. Just as Amelia swung her leg on top of Owen, they heard a knock at the door.

"Housekeeping," An old woman said.

Owen and Amelia looked at each other. Then they started moving, fast. Amelia dove into the bathroom, and Owen put a robe on. He answered the door.

"Hi, I am sorry, we just got here, and my wife well, she's having some nausea, we're expecting our first child and well she's been sick from the beginning. If you could come back later…" Owen explained.

He was lying, Amelia had no morning sickness whatsoever, but she played along, making fake puking noises from the bathroom.

"No English," the woman said, trying to get through the door. Owen put his head in his hands and tried his best to remember Spanish from 10th grade. "Ah," Owen stated. "Nosotros no necesitos comer ahora. Gracias." He said in a slow, loud voice.

Amelia started to laugh, and the woman shook her head and walked out the door, muttering something Owen didn't understand.

"You just told her we don't need to eat right now. Thank you." Amelia said.

"Damn, I guess 5 years of Spanish didn't help me." Owen confessed.

"Hey, my man can speak Spanish? Turn on." Amelia teased as she pulled him back into bed. They continued from where they left off.

When it was over, they lay by each other's side and stared out of their window. They had a direct view of the beautiful Aruba Ocean.

"What time is it?" Amelia asked, the time change screwed her up.

"10 A.M." Owen answered. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"Come on, let's go to the beach, get your bathing suit on." She ordered, getting out of bed and digging in the suit case, throwing out Owen's swim trunks and her bikini.

He got dressed, and tied Amelia's top in the back.

"She wore an itsy bitsy tiny weeny yellow polka dot bikini." Owen sang the song, describing Amelia's bathing suit perfectly.

"Shh, it is a gift from my mother; she loves that song, and wanted to point that out on my 30th birthday." Amelia complained.

They walked to the beach and Amelia ran up and down the water while Owen took pictures. Then he set the camera down on the towel and chased her. He caught her, picked her up, and ran with her into the ocean. She pretended to fight him, but she went along with it. When they got deep enough, he let go, and they swam around for a while and enjoyed the water. When they were sick of the beautifully serene, crystal clear saltwater, they got out, dried off, and lied on the beach for the remainder of the morning. Both of them were super pale because they lived in Seattle, and so they took advantage of the prefect tanning opportunity. Every time either of them looked at one another, they would joke that they were being blinded by their skin tone. They had pizza for lunch; Amelia requested Hawaiian Style, which Owen thought was disgusting.

"It's just the pregnancy Owen, it will go away. And you shouldn't be complaining, the sex is way better when you're pregnant. Think of it as like a compromise. You eat disgusting food, and you get rewarded with mind-blowing orgasms."

Owen laughed at Amelia's response and then bit down on a hard piece of pineapple and cringed.

Day 2, December 23rd

"Oh Amelia, rise and shine." Owen whispered as he poked her cheek over and over.

"Owen, knock it off, let me sleep." Amelia whined, putting the pillow over her face.

"Not today dear, we have plans today, guess what I booked."

"The spa?" She guessed hopefully, her eyes still closed.

"No silly, horseback riding!"

"WHAT?" Amelia said, jumping into a sitting position.

Owen stared at her, "What's wrong with that?" he asked.

"Well, when I was 16, I went with Derek, Mark, Addison, and all of my sisters on a huge horse riding trip in Montana. It was all fun and good until my horse was spooked by a deer that ran by. She went flying into the woods at warp speed and my shirt got caught on a branch. When I finally got control of her and turned around, I saw my brand new shirt hanging from a tree. I used my hand to itch my nose, and it came back with blood. I had scrapes on my face for like a month and the most embarrassing moment of my life occurred when they all saw me with a ripped bra and no shirt. From then on, I avoid horseback riding when I can."

Owen looked at her and started to laugh. She threw a pillow at him.

"Stop it! It is not a funny story!" She yelled, trying to sound serious. But she couldn't help it, Owen gave her a goofy face, and she smiled and gave him a huge hug.

"I suppose I'll try it again, but this time it better be you that has the spooked horse."

THE FARM

"Ok, you are on the horses, feel free to roam the beach path or head into the jungle. Just remember to stay away from the trees with coconuts because lots of bees nest there. Have fun!" The horse owner said to Owen and Amelia.

Owen gently kicked his horse on the side and he started walking ahead. Owen was riding a humongous chestnut Clydesdale who Amelia had refused to ride.

"If I fall off of that thing, it will be a mile before I hit the ground. I might reach terminal velocity on the way down." She justified.

Amelia instead picked a tall black thoroughbred that was about half the size of Owen's horse. Amelia kicked her horse, but it made no effort to move. Instead, it ducked its head down and started to eat the grass.

"Come on Sally, let's get this show on the road." She kicked harder, and finally she started to move. They caught up to Owen, and he took a picture of Amelia trying to balance on the horse.

They rode all the way to the water, and the horses put their feet in. Owen and Amelia talked to each other about what type of house they wanted. They agreed on a large home by the lake so that they could have plenty of kids and a beautiful view.

After a while of walking up and down the coastline, they walked into the woods. Amelia jumped off of her horse and applied bug spray, but Owen refused when she offered him the can.

"I've never had a bug problem; I don't know what a mosquito bite feels like, because I've never had one!" He proudly bragged.

"Yeah, well I read last night that pregnant women get but more because of the smell of the hormones and an increase in blood sugar. Plus, these bugs aren't mosquitoes; they are the size of your horse's foot." She said as she hopped back onto her horse.

"Mike, did she just insult you?" Owen cooed to his horse.

"Mike? They have some very interesting names for these horses, Sally and Mike. When we road in Montana, my horses name was Cloudy."

"Well, his actual name is Red, but I think that Mike suits him better." Owen explained.

Amelia rolled her eyes and shrugged as they moved along.

About 20 minutes into the trail, Owen spotted a tree, bearing fresh coconuts.

"Whoa, check this out!" Owen exclaimed as he steered Red towards the tree.

"Owen, no! The horse guy said that there are bees." Amelia warned.

"Hang on, I've got the coconut." He said.

He pulled it off of the tree and staring him down was a nest of angry wasps whose home was just ripped in half. They swarmed out of the nest. One bit Owen's horse and Amelia knew that it was over. Owen grabbed onto the saddle for dear life, as he reared and took off toward the beach. Owen felt a few stings, but they quickly stopped since his horse was going about 25 miles an hour.

All of this commotion spooked Amelia's horse, which started following her friend. She picked up speed and was galloping, trying to catch up. Amelia grabbed the reins and held on for the ride, cursing herself for picking a retired racehorse and not the cute pony that she saw.

Owen's horse was fast. Amelia's was faster. They quickly caught up on the path and made it to the water a minute and a half before Owen did. Amelia watched as his horse came skidding to a stop. Amelia took a deep breath and patted her horse on the neck. Owen's horse was dripping with sweat, and he finally started to calm down. Owen could not only hear Red's breathing, he could feel it. They walked silently back to the horse, steering clear of trees. Amelia's horse was the happiest of all of them, she thought she had been in a race, and enjoyed getting to the water first.

They returned the horses to the horse owner, and as he took their saddles off, he noted that both of them were covered in sweat.

"You worked them hard today, I'll be sure to give them tomorrow off." The owner assured them.

Owen smiled back, took Amelia's hand, and walked with her back to the hotel. When they made it back, she took the stingers out and applied Neosporin that she found at the first aid desk. She rolled up his pant legs to find a ton of mosquito bites.

"If you had only listened to me," She said. "About horseback riding, about the bug spray, and the damn tree!"

"I know, I know, look that's the last time I disregard your advice." He apologized.

Amelia looked up at him and laughed. "It was kinda funny, I mean, you're face when the horse started running was priceless."

Owen pushed her until she fell onto the bed. Then he jumped in beside her.

"We're safe here." He seductively whispered, his hands exploring her chest.

"I don't know, are you sure about that?" Amelia asked as she kissed him hard and tore off his shirt.

DAY 3

"When you get off of the boat, be sure to stay within 100 feet. Also, don't go to the very bottom, there are barracudas who wouldn't mind taking a chunk of your leg if you went near it. Have fun!" The dive instructor informed the group of snorkelers and divers that included Amelia and Owen.

Owen did a cannon ball off of the boat while Amelia tried to act like she didn't know him.

Then Owen yelled, "Honey buns, come right in! The water is beautiful and warm!"

Amelia smiled briskly and nodded. She walked off of the ladder like everybody else. They saw all types of fish, clown fish, starfish, and Owen made sure to point out the surgeonfish.

"I wonder if they are better surgeons than us." Owen wondered.

"I don't know, do they have degree in medicine and neurosurgery from Harvard Medical School?"

"Probably not, but then again neither do I." He replied as he dove back under the water.

Amelia preferred to keep her head above the water, and she let her life jacket lift her up while she closed her eyes and enjoyed the hot Aruba sun.

Owen, on the other hand, was exploring all over the sea floor. Even though he was told not to, he figured that he could handle himself. He was swimming around a coral reef, being careful not to touch it. He glanced up and saw a dark shadow in the water that appeared to be swimming towards him. There was one thing that Owen Hunt did not do, and that was sharks. He could look at the nastiest injuries and treat them, go to a war zone and make it out alive, but when it came to sharks, he couldn't bring himself to get over that fear.

He started to kick his feet and quickly pushed himself to the surface.

"SHARK, SHARK!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

He saw Amelia who by now had turned around and he clung on to her, wrapping his legs around her waist.

"Owen, you moron!" She yelled, pushing him off of her and smacking him on the head.

"Look genius, it's a sea turtle."

He slowly turned around; everybody was staring at the turtle that came up for air. They watched it go back under and swim away. Owen gave Amelia a kiss on the lips, and then unwrapped his legs from around her and started swimming again.

Amelia smiled and shook her head. She got back on the boat because she had enough of the water and her skin was getting wrinkly. She looked at the watch that she had in her bag. They still had an hour to go. She decided that she would lie in the sun and read her neuroscience journal. When she looked up to wave to Owen after a few minutes, she realized how much the boat was rocking. All of a sudden, she was plagued with nausea. She slowly sat up, and realized that the next 45 minutes would be absolute hell.

She looked for a still spot to stare at, but she realized that nothing around her was stationary. Then, she ran to the side of the boat and vomited right into the ocean. Everybody was in the water, so nobody saw her. Good, she thought. She pulled her hair up and slowly slid down the side of the boat. She let her cheek touch the floor. This is a nice floor, so nice and cool. She said to herself.

Then she heard a kid yell, "Mom, look! There are tons of fish on this side!"

Amelia groaned and lifted her head high enough to see the fish. She felt sick again as she realized why they were all swarming to the side that she threw up.

"I ate lobster for lunch, that's cannibalism." She said out loud.

Suddenly she was hit with another wave of nausea and she threw up again. More fish came up; they were even jumping on the side of the boat to get a late lunch. Amelia moaned in disgust and the same kid who was excited about all of the fish swam away crying as he made the same realization that Amelia did. She lay on the floor of the boat for 25 minutes wrapped in her wet towel, getting up about every 5 minutes to puke. Finally Owen noticed her absence in the water and came onto the boat to check on her.

"Ams, what are you doing up here? There aren't any fish up here!"

She was too tired to respond, and to lift her head. She threw up on his feet.

"Oh." He said.

He grabbed a dry towel, sat down and pulled her into his lap. She curled her knees on his legs and put her head on his shoulder. He was smart, and he didn't rock her. He used her towel as sort of a burp rag, placing it underneath her head.

"Thanks for letting me practice for the baby." He joked.

Amelia tried her best to laugh and said that it was no problem. They discovered a system for the rest of the boat trip. She would tap his shoulder and he would stand up and lift her over the side of the boat to throw up. All of the snorkelers kept their distance but watched the show as all of the fish had migrated to that side. Owen patted Amelia's back and held her until the boat got back to land. He carried her back to the hotel, which was only about a 5 minute walk from the marina.

After about 2 hours of being on dry land, Amelia started to feel better. She sat up in bed and Owen showed her the pictures he took with his GoPro.

"Good thing I don't have morning sickness, I couldn't stand feeling like that for like three months." Amelia complained.

"Yeah, I would say you are one lucky pregnant woman." Owen said.

He went to the bottom of the bed and rubbed her feet.

"I am also the luckiest woman because I have the best husband ever." She complimented Owen.

He smiled and continued to massage her feet.

Thanks for reading! They are just cute and funny ( I hope!) stories. Part 2 of the honeymoon will be up in a couple of days!