That day, Owen woke up with a shower of soft kisses all over his face and neck while fingers slowly ran through his arms, chest and stomach with a light touch.
Opening his eyes to look into Amelia's deep blue ones, he slightly raised his head to catch her lips in his, the only place she hadn't kissed yet. Once their lips separated, Owen put a strand of Amelia's hair behind her ear, laying back on the pillow and admiring her beautiful face as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.
"Good morning." He murmured, his voice still hoarse since he had just woken up, which Amelia always found really sexy. She put one leg at each side of his torso and laid on top of his stomach, hands on his chest supporting her chin as she admired him.
"Happy first anniversary, babe." Amelia grinned, happiness written all over her face.
"Happy first anniversary, Amelia." He smiled as well, sighing at the realization they had been married for a year already. It had been an amazing year where they had won Grammy awards, bought a house and started a family with Melody's arrival, an unplanned but wonderful event in their lives, making them have some of the best days so far.
"Didn't you notice anything different?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
"You woke up earlier than me." Owen answered, chuckling at how proud she was about that.
"Yep. I woke up earlier than you." Amelia smiled, a smug look on her face. "But don't get too excited, though, I didn't make breakfast. I just woke up a few minutes ago."
"Oh, dammit, I was hoping for an entire feast." Owen pretended to be disappointed.
"We can cook something together, what do you think? It'll be a mess, but it'll be fun, right?" She suggested.
"Sounds like a plan." He kissed her forehead before both of them got up.
After settling Melody in her rocking chair near them, the couple started to walk around the kitchen whilst making eggs, bacon, waffles, pancakes, bread and every other breakfast food they could think of. The kitchen was a mess after they finished it, but none of them cared. Of course there were some yelling when things almost got burned, but even then, they had a great time.
"Wow, I'm impressed. You really outdid yourself with these pancakes, babe." Owen complimented, savouring the bites he took.
"Okay, let me print that phrase, frame it and put it on the wall, please." Amelia joked, since it wasn't something she heard often. "So, what are we doing today?"
Since Melody was only three months old, Owen and Amelia couldn't go on a trip or do something special to celebrate their anniversary, even more after their big fight over the Ryan situation, which didn't leave them any time to plan ahead what they were going to do.
"I could seriously stay in bed with you and Mel all day and still have the time of my life." Owen shrugged, just being with the two girls he loved the most was enough for him.
"No, but we have to do something!" Amelia moaned, complaining. "It's our first anniversary, we have to make this a special day, one to be remembered."
"Well, I don't know about doing something, but I have planned on doing someone tonight." Owen hinted, smirking at Amelia.
"Owen, I'm serious." She insisted, but couldn't avoid smiling at his sentence.
"If you wanna remember it so badly, we can take pictures of you, me and Mel, all dressed up." He suggested.
"Oh my God, that's a great idea!" Amelia widened her eyes, getting excited. "We can do a photoshoot for ourselves. Dress up Melody in cute outfits, reenact some pictures, it'll be awesome."
"I'm okay with that." Owen agreed, whilst serving more pancakes to himself, smiling at Amelia's excitement as she quickly got up from her seat and started to make some calls.
Amelia had set up with Stephanie Edwards, a photographer who had worked with her for a long time, to go to their house and do a photoshoot of them.
Wanting to do some pictures focusing on their musical styles' impact in their family, Stephanie told Owen and Amelia to dress up like they'd usually do for a concert. So, in his usual red and black plaid shirt with jeans and his guitar on his back, Owen stood in their backyard with an arm around Amelia's waist, who wore black boots up until her knees, a jeans mini skirt and a grey top under her black leather jacket. In her arms, Melody quietly sucked on her finger whilst dressed in a pink onesie with music note symbols stamped on it. They took a bunch of beautiful pictures standing and sitting on the stairs of their backyard porch and even one where Melody laid on her stomach on top of Owen's guitar, which was on the grass, by the end of the strings with her head turned upwards, looking at her mom.
After taking a good amount of pictures with the three of them in many poses, it was time for the Melody photoshoot, and that one, Amelia was crazy excited about.
"Okay, so I brought all the costumes you asked me to." Stephanie said, picking all of them from her bag. She had been in the photography business for a long time, working for many celebrities, so when Amelia asked her if she could photograph Melody in a bunch of cute costumes, it was no surprise to the girl, she even already had most of the ones Amelia had requested.
Most of the costumes were made with crochet or cotton, so it'd be comfortable for the baby.
Choosing to first dress up Melody in the mermaid costume, Amelia awed and squealed at the sight of her daughter with a green tail and a purple little bra, quietly laying over the scenario Stephanie had set up with her equipment to look like a beach.
"Oh my God, my daughter is the cutest baby in the whole world." Amelia commented, then high-fiving Owen. "We have some great genetics, babe. It's like we were meant to conceive another human."
Owen laughed heartily at her comments, passing an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him as they watched Stephanie photograph their daughter.
"I mean it." Amelia emphasized her point. "Our main goal in life was to meet each other and have a baby. We're blessing the world with the combination of our genes."
"She is adorable." He agreed with her, giving Amelia a kiss on the temple.
After the mermaid one, Melody was dressed in a penguin costume, an Olaf onesie with a hood and even was wrapped in a cocoon that looked like a burrito, with lettuce and everything.
"Okay, this is torture." Owen said, picking up his baby in the burrito costume after Stephanie took one last click, Melody smiling affectionately at him, oblivious to everything.
"What? It's funny and cute!" Amelia insisted, slightly pinching Melody's chubby cheeks.
"It is for us, but she must be tired. Right, baby?" He asked Melody, getting a stare and some babbling in response.
"Actually, I think she's the most quiet baby I've ever photographed." Stephanie observed, putting away her equipment.
"Yeah, she's a saint." Amelia smiled, admiring her baby in Owen's arms. "Thank you so much, Steph. The pictures were amazing! Better than we hoped they'd be."
"Oh, you're welcome. Anytime you want some pictures taken, just ask me." She said. "Birthday parties, first day of school, anything. Just not potty training, please."
After getting weird looks from both Owen and Amelia, Stephanie explained.
"Trust me, it's not that rare of a request."
Later that evening, after spending the day cuddling with Owen and playing with their daughter, Amelia had just given Melody her last feeding before bedtime and was soothing the baby in her arms when she suddenly threw up all over her mother's shirt.
"Great." Amelia ironically grumbled, taking off her shirt and staying with only her bra, deciding to deal with her gross shirt later, completely focused on putting Melody to sleep, .
However, the baby was not collaborating. After almost half an hour of Melody not willing to close her eyes, staring deeply into her mother's blue ones that looked just like hers, she made an expression and, by the smell of it, Amelia quickly figured out what had happened.
"Did you seriously decide to poop now?" She raised her eyebrows at her daughter, finding it unbelievable.
Not even being able to ask Owen to change her diaper, since he was on the phone with Richard over an important subject, Amelia sighed and put Melody on the changing table, having to do the hard work herself.
"How can this much poop leave such a tiny body like yours?!" Amelia asked Melody a rhetorical question as she took out the dirty diaper and put it in the trash.
But, after she cleaned the baby's butt and lifted her legs to put on the new diaper, Melody started to pee, wetting the table and most of all, Amelia's hands.
The woman took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling, counting to ten, before looking back at her daughter and seeing her grin at her mother with her little chubby fingers in her mouth.
"You're laughing, huh?" Amelia said, a serious expression on her face as she stared at her playful daughter. "You should know, Melody Shepherd-Hunt, that this is not funny. Not funny at all." She told her, throwing away the new diaper that was now completely wet with urine. "Today is your parents wedding anniversary and I'm all covered in vomit, poop and pee. Totally not romantic. I think you did this on purpose…"
"What the hell are you ranting about?" Owen entered Melody's bedroom, laughing at the parts he had heard.
"Your daughter is sneaky and manipulative." Amelia told him, pointing at the baby who was still smiling, lying on the table with no diaper.
"Oh, so now she's my daughter?" He raised his eyebrows at her, still laughing.
"I was putting her to sleep and she decided to throw up, poop and pee all over me!" Amelia explained, moaning in complaint as she looked at her gross state.
"I'm sure she didn't mean it." Owen chuckled, approaching the changing table. "Listen, I'll change her and lead it from here. Go take a shower and get dressed 'cause I'm taking you to dinner."
"You're… What? How?" She widened her eyes, surprised.
"Well, you wanted to celebrate." He winked at her. "And don't worry about Mel, I've got everything covered."
"Thanks, babe, I love you!" Amelia exclaimed, excitedly and then sighed in relief, going towards her daughter and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Good night, sweetie, Mommy forgives you."
The second Amelia went through the door, Owen whispered to Melody:
"Get used to it, your mom is very dramatic."
"I heard that!" She exclaimed from the corridor, making Owen laugh out loud.
Amelia had already showered and put on her favorite purple dress, one that had a bit of an open back and accentuated her waist getting flowy from there on and going up to her knees. She had taken a long time in the bathroom, finishing with her hair and makeup, but once she was done, Amelia went down to the living room, kitchen, Melody's bedroom and then back to their bedroom to look for Owen, who was nowhere to be found.
Deciding to call him, she got mad when he calmly answered.
"Where the hell are you? Did you just leave me here and went to have dinner alone?!"
"Look out the window." Was the only thing he said to her.
Doing as she was told, Amelia saw Owen dressed in a long sleeve button-up shirt and some black pants standing in their backyard beside one of their outside tables, which was now covered in a red fancy towel with candles, a bottle of sparkling water and food on top of it.
"What…?" She barely asked, mouth hanging wide open as she looked at the amount of lit up candles around the table, lighting up the place in a romantic vibe.
"Come down." He smiled, looking at her through the window.
Still shocked, Amelia went down the stairs and through the backdoor of their house.
"But, Melody…" She began to argue, to which Owen just lifted up his arm and showed her the nanny cam in his hands.
"She's peacefully asleep and we'll be watching her the entire time." He assured her.
"But, I thought we were going out." Amelia walked towards him, a look of confusion and amazement in her eyes. She had no idea how Owen prepared all of that in the short amount of time she was getting dressed.
"Well, I thought it'd be more intimate and special if we had dinner here." Owen explained. "So I called Langer's and ordered our favorite dishes. That was my 'important phone call with Richard'."
"God, you're too much for me." She grinned, giving him a playful nudge on the shoulder before sitting down.
The couple had a lovely time talking and laughing about their past, present and future as they enjoyed their meals and the soothing sound of ambience music Owen had put on the stereo they had in the backyard.
Once they were finished, the man stood up and offered his hand to Amelia, a charming smile on his lips.
"Dance with me."
"You? Owen Hunt? Dancing?" She raised an eyebrow at him, biting her lips to contain her giggle.
"Just dance with me, Amelia." He rolled his eyes, chuckling.
Amelia obliged and took his hands, which then went around her hips as her arms involved Owen's neck, her eyes staring deeply into his while their bodies slowly swayed together.
"Thank you, Amelia." He said, out of the blue, after they had spent a few minutes in silence, just looking at each other.
"For what?"
"For marrying me. Choosing me to be with you for the rest of your life, to be your baby's father. Amongst a lot of other things, it makes me feel honored. And I don't think I've ever told you that." Owen declared to her, making sure Amelia knew exactly how he he felt. "This past year has changed my life for the better, so much better. I know we were already together before, but sharing my life with you, buying a house with you, building a family with you… It has been the most amazing experience, much more than I expected it to be. You gave me love, you gave me my beautiful and incredible daughter, you gave me utter happiness."
Amelia looked at him, affection evident in her eyes as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs. Owen wasn't much of making speeches and saying how he felt, he was a simple man. But, when he got out of his comfort zone to make the feelings he had for Amelia into words, it swept her off her feet. She just couldn't believe she was this lucky.
"You're incredible, did you know that?" She told him. "There you are, saying all of this stuff about how grateful you are for having me, when you're the one who saved my life."
Owen frowned, waiting for her to continue.
"Owen, before we met, I was a mess. Yes, I was thriving in my career, but personally I didn't know what I was doing with my life, I felt like something was missing." She explained to him. "I lied to myself saying I was just casually taking some drugs, that it wouldn't affect me in the future, but of course it would. And I wasn't 'casually' taking them, it wasn't for fun, I was doing drugs because I felt the need to numb that feeling of emptiness, like after all of my professional success, there was still a hole I needed to fill. And I had no idea what it was, until I met you." Amelia looked down, chuckling at the memories of when they first started to hook up. "And to think I tried to ignore the feelings I clearly had for you and leave you out of my life…"
"But you eventually listened to those feelings." Owen pointed out, tilting his head as he gave her a half smile, which always warmed Amelia's heart.
"Thank you for convincing me." She chuckled, bringing her fingers to the back of his head as she played with his hair. "I honestly don't know what I was so afraid of… Committing myself to you gave me support to leave my addiction behind and move on with my life, to have the perfect life I never imagined of having. You believed in me and helped me overcome my demons to finally get where I am now… And, being with you finally fills that hole I had, it makes me feel complete." Amelia smiled at him, sighing in happiness. "So, really, we have to be grateful for finding ourselves."
"God bless Chicago." Owen joked, thinking of the city where they first met.
"God bless Chicago." She agreed, chuckling. Taking his face in her hands, she got serious for a moment. "Thank you for tonight, Owen. It's amazing, all of it. I love you."
"I love you too." He responded, before taking her lips in his. Slowly, their tongues met and swirled around each other, until they deepened the kiss, fastening its pace once they got excited. Owen pulled Amelia closer to his body as he enjoyed the sensation of her sucking on his bottom lip, her body tingling with the passion she felt for him, desiring his touch more and more by the second.
Separating their lips only when they needed air, Amelia took a step back and slowly unzipped her dress, taking it off and tossing it on the floor. As she stood in only her black lingerie in front of him, Amelia delighted herself with the look of pure desire in Owen's eyes, loving the effect her body had on him, even after years of being together.
"Here?" He asked her, his pants feeling tighter as he admired his wife's body.
"Well, we've been living in this house for a year and still haven't used our pool the right way." She said, leaving her bra and panties on the floor as she went down the steps of the little stairway to their heated swimming pool. Amelia inclined her head so she could wet her hair and then leaned her arms on one of the pool borders, her breasts barely covered by the water. "You coming?"
Slightly laughing at his wife's seduction game, like she always did, knowing he couldn't resist, Owen quickly took off his clothes and got in the pool with her, fully naked.
"I thought you weren't gonna come, famous Owen." She told him as he approached her against the pool border, playing with the nickname she gave him a long time ago.
"And miss this?" He motioned to the way she was leaning against the wall of the pool, completely confident about her body and Owen's total rendition to it. Getting as close as he could, he grabbed Amelia by the waist and slid his hands all the way to her knees, pulling up her legs and tightening them around his hips. "Never."
Not taking any more foreplay, Amelia quickly grabbed Owen's face and devoured his lips, hungry for him. As her hands entangled and pulled on his hair, his went all the way from her butt to both of her breasts, cupping them while he supported her body against the wall.
Pulling his hips closer to hers with her legs, Amelia felt her entire body heating up, eager for him to be inside her.
"Do me now right now." She demanded against his lips.
Not waiting even a second, Owen did as he was told, both being hit with a huge sensation of pleasure as their bodies joined together.
As the feeling got even stronger, Amelia dug her fingernails into his back, moaning in satisfaction. It was incredible how Owen rocked her world during sex. He knew exactly what he was doing, familiar with every little part of Amelia's body and the effect that their stimulation had on her.
As he moved his hips in a faster pace, soon both of them came, breathless from the intense activity. Still inside her, Owen rested his head on Amelia's chest, feeling it quickly move up and down as she rapidly breathed in and out.
The couple stayed quiet for a moment, relaxing in each other's arms and recovering their strength from the sex they just had. Amelia, then, moved away from him, flashing her butt as she walked up the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Owen frowned, missing her touch.
"Calm down, I'm just thirsty. You made me thirsty." She giggled, drinking some more of the sparkling water they had for dinner.
Going back into the pool, she was quickly pulled by Owen, their bodies close together again.
"I'm not done with you." He whispered in her ear, sucking on her earlobe.
"Oh, you're not?" She closed her eyes at the sensation of his lips slowly going down her neck.
"You've seen nothing yet." He said, against her skin. In a swift move, Owen turned her body so her back would be against his chest.
With one hand cupping one of her breasts and the other entangled in her hair, pulling them in a demonstration of dominance, Owen sucked hard on her neck, with the intention of leaving a mark.
"You're gonna give me a hickey." She laughed, feeling like a teenager making out in the janitor's closet again. Only, so much better.
"Do you mind?" He stopped to ask, worried she might not like it.
"Of course not." She answered, feeling him instantly go back at it. Amelia knew how much her husband cared that people knew she was his wife. Owen was a sweet and good guy, but when it came to Amelia and his family, he was very possessive about it, always demonstrating it in bed, which she loved. Amelia thought this current need of him to show she was his was probably triggered by the entire Ryan debacle they just had been through. And she was absolutely loving getting this kind of reaction from him. "I'm yours, anyway."
"Hell yeah, you're mine." Owen agreed, tightening his grip on her hair, but not so much so it wouldn't hurt her. Licking and sucking away the water drops on her skin, he went down with his lips to her shoulders at the same time his hand went from her breast all the way down between her thighs.
"Oh, Owen." Amelia moaned with pleasure, feeling her legs get weak at the sensation, having to lean on the pool border for support.
As he teased her most sensitive spot, Owen felt her parts get warmer around his fingers and, before she climaxed, he stopped and turned her around to face him.
"What? Why did you stop?" Amelia breathed heavily, almost feeling dizzy at the sudden break of contact.
"Because I'm finishing in another way." He smirked, before grabbing her by the bottom and lifting her up so she would be sitting on the pool border.
"Oh God…" Amelia murmured in anticipation, knowing exactly what he was going to do once he parted her legs and put his head between her thighs. Grabbing onto his hair with one hand and supporting herself with the other on the floor, she closed her eyes and rapidly breathed in and out at the wonders Owen did with his tongue.
Soon, she had reached an orgasm and threw herself back on the floor with just her feet inside the water, short of breath after the amazing things her husband had done to her.
Owen pulled himself up from the pool and laid beside Amelia, looking at her with a big grin on his face. One thing he loved was satisfying his wife the best way he could and watch her be completely blown away by his techniques after years of being together.
"Happy anniversary, babe." He said to Amelia, watching her still breathless.
"Now this is gonna be quite a memorable one." She commented, laughing. "I wonder what you're gonna do for our next one because I'm sure it'll be very hard to top tonight…"
"Oh, is that a challenge?" Owen raised an eyebrow at her, amused.
"You bet it is."
"And there you go." Owen said as he finished hanging the big portrait of their family which was finally done, after a few days of the photoshoot. Owen passed his arm around Amelia's waist and stepped back so they could admire it. The portrait was made of three different pictures in black and white, side by side. The first one was their favorite from their wedding, where Owen had his arms crossed around Amelia's waist, standing behind her as she had her head turned back so she could be looking at him, both smiling at each other. The second one was from when Amelia was 17 weeks pregnant, after they announced it at the Ellen interview, and they were doing the same pose, except that, instead of just wrapping his arms around her waist, Owen had his hands on top of Amelia's bump and she had hers on top of his, showing off her growing belly. And on the third and final picture, the couple stood in their backyard doing the same pose again, but now with 3 month old Melody being held in front of Amelia's belly, Owen's hands holding her arms up and Amelia's holding her bottom and her legs.
It was a beautiful portrait and Owen had just hung it up on one of the walls of their living room.
"I love it." Amelia commented, resting her head on Owen's shoulder while they still admired the pictures.
"Me too." He smiled, then a thought came to his mind. "Oh! I have an idea!"
"What is it?" She chuckled at his excitement.
"We could do this whole wall as a family wall, it'd be amazing." He said motioning to the wall, which was empty, aside from the big portrait in the middle. "Like, hang pictures of us in family trips, Melody's growth and her biggest achievements, along with pictures of our other children…"
"Children, huh? Plural?" Amelia turned to him, raising an eyebrow at his statement. "How many are we having exactly?"
"Two more…?" Owen cautiously answered, not knowing what her reaction to his plans would be.
"So, we're having three kids?" She crossed her arms on her chest, looking at him, faking a serious expression. Since Melody was born, Amelia had only focused on her, the thought of having more kids not even crossing her mind. She didn't know how she felt about it, but found it cute that Owen had everything already figured out. "You'll be the one to bear and give birth to them, then?"
"If I could, I would, trust me." He chuckled, stroking her arms up and down. "But, think about it, three is a good number. Just imagine me and you sitting by the pool and watching our kids running around? Our house would be such a fun and busy environment. And then we'd send them off to college… We'll have to leave a space of around three years between them, so we don't get alone in the house all of a sudden, but not too many years either, because we want them to be friends and have kind of the same interests." He told her, dreaming out loud. "Then, they would always come back on holidays with their families and the house would be so full. Can you imagine? This wall filled with pictures of them, their spouses and our grandchildren?"
Amelia looked into his eyes and felt herself melting over how much thought he had put into this, their future, even their grandchildren. Owen was such a family guy and she could see how much he actually cared and dreamed about having a big family.
"What do you think?" He asked her, caressing her cheek, worried that he may had laid out too much expectation on her.
"Three kids…" She sighed with a smile, not being able to say no to him. The thought of having a big family wasn't so bad, it might be stressful at times, but she was sure both of them could handle it. "So, what do you want? Melody and two boys? Or two girls and a boy?"
"Either one, I won't mind. I just want to have a big family with you, Amelia. Grow old together as we see our kids thrive." He put a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at his wife.
"So, if we get three girls then you won't mind?" Amelia raised her eyebrows at him, knowing he'd freak out.
"Oh God… Three girls is a challenge." Owen laughed, running his hand through his hair, imagining three times the trouble and concern he would have. "But I'm up for anything. You know I'm all about a challenge..."
"Yeah, let's see what faith has reserved for us." Amelia smirked, leaning in to kiss her husband.
Although Owen was up for the challenge, faith didn't give him two more girls, but a boy and a girl. Oliver would come three years later and Luna two years afterwards, the little one of the family. After the usual ups and downs of life, Owen would see his dream coming true, the perfect happy family all together in their big house.
Four years before, Owen would never have guessed that accepting the invitation to sing at the Chicago Music Festival would also mean taking the first step towards the life he always dreamed of having after finding true love with Amelia Shepherd, a woman he had only heard a few times on the radio. They had both been through a lot, but the first year of their marriage had proved to Owen and Amelia that everything that happened to them lead to that: The normal life they never imagined of having, but cherished so much.
It sounded like a fairytale, but it was real life.
And there you go, guys, the last chapter :) Really hope you enjoyed it and please, feel free to send me ideas for future one shots in this Omelia universe I created. Also, feedback is always appreciated!