She'd been catching glimpses of him all day. He always had that frantic look about him, like he was tunnel visioning his way through the day, seemingly deciding that trauma was busy, when it was not. He had barely eaten, they were meant to have met for lunch, but her schedule hadn't allowed it at the time, and he had skipped it all together.

It was early evening when she was paged down to the ER. When she got there, she quickly realised she wasn't needed. "Owen you paged me?" she said, moving to his side. He glanced up at her briefly, the stress was pouring off of him. "Er yeah, I'm going to have to stop here tonight, to keep an eye on a patient…" he spoke distractedly, as he wrote charts.

Amelia followed him to the main desk. She sighed leaning against it, his tiredness was catching. She rubbed the underside of her stomach, that had become noticeably swollen the past week, her muscles were complaining. "Well I am staying too…" she said, he stopped writing, looking up at her curiously.

"Are you really? Or are you just saying that… because you shouldn't stay if you don't have too… its not good for you or the baby…" he lectured, going back to writing. Amelia rolled her eyes, "don't flatter yourself… I do need to be here, Edwards is watching over the patient, I'm on standby in case they deteriorate" she spoke to him, resting her head on her hand heavily. He hummed, continuing his scrawling.

"Owen…?"

He hummed again, looking up sharply at her non-reply.

"Breathe…" she said, finally having his full attention. He smirked, sitting up straight and stretching his shoulders. "On-call room… twenty minutes?" he said,

"Owen… I" she whined, turning her head in her hand. She heard him chuckle.

"Food and sleep… is all I want" he said, moving charts from one pile to another.

"Okay" she said, pushing away from the desk with a tired sigh.

He watched her walk away, finally feeling his mind slow.

It turned out that Owen took much longer than they had intended. By the time he reached her she was asleep, haphazardly leaning against the wall on the bottom bunk. The hot water bottle she had, hugged against her stomach, was luke warm. Owen entered quietly, he stood beside her for a moment, smiling softly. He crouched down, his knees clicking in protest. He shook the book from her loose grasp and placed it on the floor. She stirred, smiling at him tiredly. "Hey sleepy momma…" he smoothed his hands over her knees. "You want me to refill that?" he said, nodding at the hot water bottle against her bump. She shook her head, pulling it away. "Not when I have you…" He eased down onto the bed weightily. Resting his head on her lap, he huffed before relaxing. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of Amelia's fingers running through his hair. She kneed her hand into her stomach, letting her eyes drop closed too.

Owen felt the movement, and turned, pursing his lips. She grinned feeling his hand move under her shirt, under where her hand was. He took over, working into the muscles.

"You got wrapped up today…stressed…" Amelia sighed, slouching as her muscles relaxed.

"I know… it… I had patients that were kids… I just get so…" he said, Amelia nodded. She winced, groaning softly. "Sorry" Owen stopped his hand. She opened her eyes, gazing down at him, her hair curtaining her face. She smiled, grasping his hand as he pushed up her shirt. She moaned, "O…" she said, looking down at herself. His eyes were alight, as he moved to kiss her. "Beautiful" he said.

She laughed against his lips, "you're so proud…"

"I am" he beamed. He moved off of the bed, kicking off his shoes, still crouching. "Lie down" he said, she flopped down onto her side, back against the wall. "So bossy" she said, pulling him into bed and against her. She inhaled his smell, smiling blissfully. His hand smoothed across her bare back, his other danced in her hair, pulling gently at strands. "You make sleeping in the on call room bearable" he spoke sleepily.

"Tell me about it…" she said feeling the weight of sleep overwhelm her.

Fin.

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