Amelia came back to the practice the next day to meet with Addison over her test results. She was nervous; obviously her baby didn't have anencephaly this time, but there were a myriad of other issues that could be going wrong. In a shift dress and a pair of heels that could kill, she did herself up again, becoming half the sex goddess she had been when she had lived here. Hair up in a high ponytail, makeup done to perfection, red lipstick applied expertly after her usual morning sickness. She had a slight sheen of sweat on her face as she left the house but she chalked it up to feeling gross from her morning sickness.

Getting into the car, she sped to the practice, needing to know the results of her test. It wasn't a want, it was a damn need at this point. She breezed by reception and knocked on Addison's door, stepping inside since she knew Addie was the only one in there. Addison gave her a smile, pulling her chart and taking out the lab slip.

"Amelia, glad you decided to come back today," she said, as Amelia nodded and sat down nervously, tapping the toe of her shoe on the floor.

"I mean, I need to know the results of my lab work, I need to know if somethings wrong with me or the baby," she said, her voiced filled with uncertainty. Addison smiled, reaching across her desk and taking Amelia's hand.

"Amelia, your blood work was fine. You and your baby are fine," she told her, and Amelia's hard exterior melted as she broke down in tears. She was healthy. Her baby was healthy. The next thing she knew, Addison was lifting her up by the arm.

"Come on, we're going to do an ultrasound and you're going to see your baby," she smiled. It had been a few weeks since her last ultrasound but she had lost track of how many weeks she was. Amelia blindly followed her to the exam room and found herself on the the exam table in a gown, Addison guiding the wand over her sizeable bump. The heartbeat filled the room and all of a sudden a warm feeling filled her body from head to toe as she saw her baby moving on the monitor.

"You're 15 weeks, Amelia, and it looks like baby's behaving. Do you want to know what you're having?" Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the screen, swallowing hard. She wanted to know, but she also wanted Owen to be there with her. But then, she could surprise him with something gender related and adorable.

"What am I having?" she asked breathlessly, trying to read the ultrasound. Her OB rotation had been more than ten years ago though, and her eyes were wide as Addison pointed things out.

"Right there are the hands, down there are the feet, and that right there, you're having a little girl," she told her, printing a few photos. Tears ran down Amelia's face as she lay back on the table. A girl. She was having a girl. A daughter, who would most likely be born with her dark hair and blue eyes. A little Amelia. A female form of Derek. Suddenly, she needed to breath, and she quickly dressed before grabbing her things.

"Thank you, Addie, I need to run," she said in a frenzy, heading towards the elevator. She felt sick, like she couldn't breathe, and once she was outside she breathed in the salty air coming off the ocean before heading to the car. Once she was in the car she took out her phone and dialed Owen's number, tears streaming down her face.

In Seattle, Owen felt his phone vibrating in the pocket of his lab coat. Noticing it was Amelia, he ducked into an on-call room and shut the door.

"Amelia," he said with a small sigh of relief. She had been missing for a week now and he was scared out of his mind.

"Owen," came her strangled cry, as she rested her forehead on the steering wheel.

"Amelia babe, what's wrong?" he asked her, leaning against one of the bunk beds. She bit on her lip and took a deep breath.

"I'm in Los Angeles. I, um. There's just so much to tell you. I know you want to see me, I can pick you up at the airport." She could hear him springing into acting and grabbing an ipad; she could imagine him nabbing a last minute flight into LAX this evening and she knew she had to find something cute to give him to tell him about the baby.

"Mia…I'll be there at 5 okay? I love you so much. We'll talk then, I love you," he told her, and she smiled as they hung up and she headed for the heart of LA and Rodeo Drive.


She took her time shopping, picking up a bunch of maternity clothes for herself and some tiny, expensive little girl clothing. For Owen, she found a layette of pink newborn clothes complete with a blanket and a pink teddy bear and had it gift wrapped, thinking that she'd bring it to the airport with her when she went to pick him up. Running around the city, she did a few more things before heading to LAX at 4:45, parking in the garage and heading inside with her wrapped box, sunglasses perched on top of her head. Sitting on a bench, she waiting with her eyes trained on the screen, waiting to see when his flight changed to landed. She was excited to see him, but terrified to spill everything that had been bottled up inside her for years.

Once his flight had landed, she drew in a sharp breath, her heart racing as she searched the crowd for her tall, redheaded husband. Seeing him coming down the escalator, she stood up and pushed her way to the front, a smile on her face, the box tucked under her arm. He looked around for her, his eyes lighting up as he spotted her in the crowd and he rushed over to her with a smile.

"Amelia," he smiled, drawing her into a kiss, his hand gravitating to her growing bump. She could feel him react in surprise at how big she'd gotten and she smiled, pulling back.

"Come on, let's grab your things and go back to the house, I'll make you dinner and we can talk," she said, taking his hand. He quickly found his bag and they headed out to her rental car, hand in hand. Once they were there and his suitcase was in the trunk, she climbed into the front seat, tucking the box in the backseat. Getting to Santa Monica from LAX was a bitch, and in a little over an hour they were pulling into the private driveway of the beach house and heading inside, Amelia sneaking the box in. Once Owen was settled on the couch and Amelia had started dinner, she sat down on the couch next to him, reaching for his hand.

"I'm sorry I just ran. I just…there was so much going on in my head, I felt like I couldn't breathe. There's so much I never told you about my life here, and what happened, and why I am the way I am," she said, slipping her feet out of her shoes so she was barefoot. To his credit, he listened patiently and squeezed her hand. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes.

"I know I told you about Ryan, my dead fiancée. What I didn't tell you is once I got out of rehab, I found out I was pregnant. Soon after, Addison discovered that he had anencephaly. I decided I was going to carry him to term, and donate his organs. So..I carried him for 9 months. I never felt him move, or anything. I had a natural labor and birth and he lived for 43 minutes before he died. He saved so many people with his organs," she whispered, trembling but trying not to break down. He leaned in, pulling her into his arms.

"Mia…Amelia. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, that you went through that, that you think it's going to happen again. Is this why you cry at night? And have nightmares? And wake up screaming sometimes?" he asked her, already knowing her answer. She looked away, nodding her head.

"Among other things. Addictions tend to leave you filled with PTSD as well. We're just two broken people who managed to find each other," she said eventually, looking down at her bare feet on the plush carpet, sighing. She felting him pulling her closer and soon she was on his lap, her head curled up on his shoulder as he held her, one hand on her baby bump.

"Amelia it doesn't matter. We have each other, we have our baby," he promised her. At that she smiled and climbed off his lap, going to retrieve the box she'd had wrapped up today, before handing it to him.

"Open it," she smiled standing in front of him, and curiously, he unwrapped it and lifted off the lid, to find the pink onesies, blanket, teddy bear, and socks. He looked up at her with a smile.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" he asked her with a smile, and she smiled back, nodding.

"Oh, yes. Baby Hunt is healthy, and baby Hunt is a healthy girl," she smiled proudly. He stood up and rushed at her, peppering her with kisses and she grinned as he touched her bump again.

"She's going to be so spoiled and loved," he smiled, kissing Amelia's forehead before kneeling down and kissing her bump. She let her fingers roam through his hair, knowing that she could move on with her life now. The past was in the past, and she was going to keep it there. She wanted badly to move on and now that she had come to LA and made peace with things, she truly felt that she could.

"Owen, take me home," she said softly to him, and he smiled, cupping her chin tenderly before locking her in a kiss.

"Let's take a few days to ourselves, just around the house and beach, and then we can go home. No one needs to know why you ran, just tell them you needed to see Addison," he told her, and she smile, giving him a kiss.

"I love you, you know. I mean, you put up with my neurosis," she laughed, and he laughed with her.

"You put up with mine," he retorted as she steered him into the kitchen so she could make dinner. The two of them finished preparing everything and brought it outside to the patio so they could eat by the ocean, and for the first time in weeks Amelia felt okay with things. The thought of going home to Seattle wasn't a pleasant one, but she knew she had to get back to reality.

"And that, my love, is why you're my one true love," she told him with a smile.


So a lot happened in this chapter but I'm glad I got it all out so we can move forward with Amelia and her pregnancy and her being happy, so yay! Now if it were only January 19th, but we have less than a month left! Hope you like the chapter