***ENGLISH ISN'T MY LANGUAGE***

OH...MY..GOD! Guys, i'm... i'm OVERWHELMED with the excellent reception that the first chapter had. I swore that this was going to flop and sink like the Titanic!

Thnak you, thank you, thank you!

In other words, I've to say that I already have the whole plan for this fic. will be 8 chapters in total MAYBE 9.

Also, I won't spoiler but two ideas I had were used in episode 15, but I'll keep them. Wait for my version.

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

TOM

I wake up in the same position we fell asleep last night. Teddy is curled up against my side hugging my torso, my arm has gone numb but I don't want to move so as not to wake her up so I'm standing still in the same position.

I think about what we said last night, we're both falling in love with each other, although one question still hangs in the air. Has Teddy really moved on from Owen and he from her? The last time I spoke with Amelia I understood that the connection between them goes beyond sexual feelings, it's something that both have been dragging on for years. I can't help but feel a little insecure, I opened my heart to Teddy as I have never opened it to anyone and to think that she is still hang up on Owen makes me… think.

I keep thinking and thinking without getting anywhere, this is so un like me. But I wasn't lying when I said that Teddy has changed me completely.

I realize that thinking too much won't get me anywhere and I decide to try to go back to sleep. I bring Teddy a little closer, partly because I want her closer to me and partly because I want to move my arm a little. A small shift, perfect.

I close my eyes trying to sleep when I feel something in my side. Her daughter is moving. It's a very soft sensation, almost imperceptible, but I feel it. Those little flutters. I had forgotten how it feels, I loved placing my hand on my ex-wife's bump when she was pregnant with David.

I think about David, about the son I lost. In how I'd give everything to have him with me, in how I loved him and still love him. I think of Teddy's daughter, how Owen has ignored her all these months. I'd like to punch him in the face.

I haven't talked to Teddy seriously about her daughter yet. We haven't talked about many things in general yet, but this is still very new, although I do see the future with her this is only the beginning and it is under her conditions.

I drift in and out of sleep when Teddy stirs a bit, managing to fully awake me.

"Hey, good morning." I tell her kissing her head. She giggles sleepily and sinks her face back into my chest.

"Don't look, I must look awful". She says with a hoarse voice.

"Like death itself". She slaps me gently on the chest. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, great. But I can't believe I slept in this dress". She answers by propping up on her elbow and rubbing her face with the other hand. Then she looks at me with those huge green eyes and I think I'm dreaming again.

With one hand I gently caress her hip and with the other I place a curl behind her ear. She smiles and comes over to kiss me. I kiss her with tenderness and with passion, precise, but at the same time gentle. We kiss until we are forced to stop for air.

"Good Morning". She tells me sweetly.

"Indeed!" She smiles and lies on my shoulder running her hand across my chest. "What do you crave for breakfast?"

She thinks for a few seconds and turns to lay on her back looking at the ceiling and rubbing her rounded baby bump. "I don't know". She says thoughtfully.

"More bacon?"

She laughs. My God, her laugh will be the death of me.

"Know that my arteries won't thank you".

"Danishes?"

"Always".

"Sweet or salty?"

"Both, but what do you want?"

"Oh no, here who matters is you".

She remains silent and then sighs shakily.

"Why are you like this? I don't deserve it". She says in a trembling voice. I slide down in bed and lean on my elbow looking at her.

"You deserve it. You deserve every good thing in the world, and I'll give it to you".

She covers her face with her hands and bursts into tears. "Sorry. Sorry. Hormones".

"Come here". I bring her back in my arms and hug her until her cries become small sighs.

"I want waffles, and French toast, and scrambled eggs with sausage". She says out of the blue sounding like a little girl and I can't help but laugh.

I order breakfast and while we wait for it Teddy gives herself little clean up in the bathroom. When the room service finally arrives we sit down to have breakfast.

"So... last night…" I start, getting her attention.

"Last night…" She repeats swallowing the huge mouthful of waffle soaked in condensed milk.

"Does that mean that you and I...? You know". Since when am I so shy? I've always been blunt and go straight to the point. She smiles and nods and I realize that with her sometimes I don't need too many words, one word is enough for us to understand everything we want to say. Sometimes even a look.

"I told you, we are something else". She tells me by biting a strawberry in a way so seductive that I want to kiss her right there.

"So Owen...?" Damn, the question is out before I can think. I notice that she tenses up and then stirs in her sit, bringing her hand immediately to her bump. "We don't have to talk about that now if you don't want to". I add and put all my attention on my food.

"No, it's ok. I mean, we have to talk about him at some point. Owen is an important part of my life. I'm expecting his daughter, for God's sake!". She puts the cutlery aside, takes my hand in hers and looks into my eyes. "I want to be honest with you, Tom. Owen... I love Owen, I'm always going to love Owen, I've lived with him things that you can't even imagine and he's my daughter's father, even if it doesn't look like it". She chuckles humorlessly. "So always, all my life I'm going to love him, but only as my person, as my best friend, nothing more. What I feel for you... is so... I don't even know how to explain it, it's new, it's pure, it's real. It's very different from what I feel for Owen, with you... you make me feel that I deserve to be loved, you make me feel alive again... now, can you hand me the maple syrup?" She ends wiping her tears and smiling widely making me smile too.

We spend the rest of the breakfast banting with each other, throwing comments with double meaning, she's an expert in catching everything and every one of my remarks. We laugh so much that even my cheeks and belly hurts of so much laughing.

"What will you do on Friday in two weeks?" I ask.

"Hmmm I don't know, work I guess. Why?"

"Come with me to a party".

"A party? Whose?"

"Jackson Avery will give a party in honor to all of us who worked on Catherine's surgery, and well since I was the one who removed that tumor, I'm obviously invited. So, are you coming with me?"

"I don't know. Owen will probably also be invited and someone has to stay in charge of the pit and since I'm the head of trauma... "

"Ask him to stay in charge".

"He'll want to go with Amelia".

"And why he can accompany his partner and you can't? You already did it in Christmas". She looks down sadly, it wasn't my intention to sound so harsh, but sometimes I find it frustrating how much Teddy puts others before her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just that... forget it. I won't go".

"What? Don't! That party is in your honor you have to go".

"I'd rather be with you than go to a party where I don't know 70% of the people".

"You have to go. I'll ask Owen to take over the pit".

"I like the sound of that".

"Maybe we can..."

"What".

"Do our relationship official at the party?" She says smiling sheepishly and I love the way her cheeks blush.

I smile and kiss her passionately.

"If you want… I'd love that".

"So that means that it'll be official… you and me. I mean, no… I don't want to say that now it isn't… I mean...". She starts ranting nervously and I know she has a hard question to ask me. "That means we'll be together… together. That—"

"Spit it out, Altman!"

She chuckles nervously. "What will you do if they ask you about my baby?" She asks me biting her lip and bringing her hand to her belly.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I-I-I don't know. What do you want to say? Tom, I'm not going to force you to see after a child that isn't yours".

"I told you last night, Teddy. I don't care if you're expecting a child with Owen. And I don't mean that I'm indifferent to it, but... I want all of you, I want something serious with you, something long term and that includes your daughter... I wouldn't mind taking care of her, I wouldn't mind being a father to her, on the contrary, I'd be honored. You and your daughter deserve all the love in the world".

"You wouldn't care? Wouldn't you care being my daughter's stepfather?". She asks me, crying softly.

"Not at all. And if I'm honest... I feel… I feel that I already love her. You should see yourself, you are glowing. It's hypnotic to see you rub your belly, see your eyes light up". This time I make her laugh. She looks at me with sweetness and I can even say that with gratitude, although she has nothing to thank me, on the contrary, I am the one who is grateful to have her in my life, to have them in my life.

"Can I confess something? It seems that she is getting used to you, to your voice I mean. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice she gives this little jump and then she stays still".

"Really?"

"Really".

"Wow... that's—"

"Do you want to feel her? She's kicking". I nod and she takes my hand and puts it on her bump. The little one is kicking up a storm in there. I rub it gently while she caresses my head.

"Thank you". She says out of the blue.

"Thank you? Why?"

"For being you, for being here".

I take her by the hand and bring her to me sitting her in my lap, I kiss her deeply, we keep kissing each other passionately. She takes off my shirt and I run her long legs with my hands trusting them inside her dress, lightly gripping her thighs as she hugs me by the neck and pulls me closer.

"Wait!" She says breathlessly.

"I know". I answer placing a chaste kiss on her forehead…