Hey Guys,

I am updating some drabbles that I had previously posted on tumblr and hadn't uploaded here yet. They are all from prompts I receive in my tumblr and twitter accounts ( both jordan202). Thank you all so much for the feedback you've given so far : ) I hope you enjoy these as I much as I enjoyed writing them.

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My Boys Drabbles - Boys and Girls

"Momma, what are you doing?" Danny asked, looking very intrigued.

Amelia looked over at her three year old toddler, noticing the evident frown on his forehead. He definitely looked concerned.

"I was changing your sister's diaper," Amelia explained with a smile, while she finished buttoning Megan's onesie.

"Because she can't go potty yet?" Danny's twin brother Robbie asked, paying close attention to what his mother was doing. When Amelia nodded in agreement, he proceeded with his questions "Momma, why is Megan a girl and not a boy?"

Amelia once again took her eyes off her five month old daughter and looked at her sons, seeing how confused they looked.

"I am a boy and Robbie and Tommy and Luke... Why is Megan a girl? Why can't she be a boy too?" Danny questioned.

"Well, did you want her to be a boy?" Amelia wrapped the baby in a fluffy blanket and picked her up, noticing she was almost asleep.

"I don't know," Danny frowned again. He seemed very confused and looked from his brother to his mother for help.

"You see, baby, Megan is a girl the same way mom is a girl… And you guys are boys the same way dad and your brothers are boys."

"But why?"

"Well…" Amelia wondered how she would explain that to two three year olds "For starters, our bodies are different…"

From there on, Amelia tried to simplify as much as she could the difference between the body of a girl and a boy. She tried her best not to stereotype "girl things" and "boy things" in her household, but up until they had Megan, that had never really been an issue, considering there had been only boys in the house.

"Momma, when Megan is a grown up, will she have a boyfriend?" Robbie asked, very seriously.

"Hmm," Amelia wanted to laugh at the question "When she grows up, yes, probably."

"But she can't have one right now, right, mommy?" Danny added, visibly distressed. "She can't have a boyfriend now, right?"

Amelia laughed heartily. Her poor daughter would have an army of big brothers and a very protective dad shielding her from any contact with boys. She just didn't expect to have to worry about that so soon.

Megan was fast asleep by the time Amelia put her on the small crib in the living room for her afternoon nap. She kept an eye on the boys and started dinner while she waited for Owen to come home with their two oldest sons.

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Owen nervously ran his hand through his hair. He was having one of those days. Nothing seemed to work as planned, incomings were piling up one after the other and he had barely had time for lunch. To make matters worse, he was scheduled for a meeting with a top University of Washington surgeon who was a candidate to take a job in his department.

But, since nothing already bad couldn't get worse, he got a call from his sons' preschool asking if one of the parents could come pick up the twins. The school had had a power shortage and it wouldn't be fixed for at least a few hours, leaving everyone there in the dark. Amelia couldn't go because she was in surgery, having just been back to work earlier that week. And his mother also couldn't make it because she was in the middle of a PT session to recover from her invasive brain surgery.

Owen managed to go pick up the boys and make it back to the hospital in less than half an hour, just five minutes before his meeting to interview the candidate. Dr. Debra Walsh was a world-renowned surgeon, and she was going to be an excellent addition to the Trauma Surgery Team if she accepted Owen's offer.

"Listen to me, guys," Owen sat both Robbie and Danny on the lounge's couch. There was no time to take them to daycare and fill all the paperwork required to drop them off for a few hours. That was a very important meeting and he didn't want to be late "A lady is going to come here to talk to dad and I need you guys to be perfectly quiet like two good soldiers, alright?" At the word 'soldiers' the twins became very excited and nodded effusively in agreement "You can't interrupt or argue with each other or act out in any way, you hear me?" Owen sweetly but firmly told them. "Okay, so here is a pen for each," He handed the boys the objects "And two papers. Go draw your grandma something while dad does some work."

The boys quickly entertained themselves and Owen left them on the couch, by one corner of the room, and subsequently invited Dr Walsh to join him in the same lounge, taking her to a small conference table. Owen talked to the stern woman in her sixties for twenty minutes, listening with interest his colleague told him about her job in the University and how she missed being on the field after nearly ten years of dedication to academics only. The woman was very serious and formal, and Owen kept praying his sons wouldn't do anything embarrassing whilst they were there.

"I think you are just what we need, Dr. Walsh," Owen happily declared, imaging what an addition she would be to residents and interns. The woman seemed very serious and focused, keeping a distinct professional tone throughout the entire interview "If you'd like, let me show you around the ER and we can go upstairs to check our ORs afterwards."

"Dad," One of the twins interrupted Owen just as he got up with the job candidate. "Dad, I have to pee. Can you take me?"

Owen had planned to ask one of the nurses to keep an eye on the twins while he toured with Dr. Walsh but he had been too naïve to think his sons wouldn't make their presence noted. The female surgeon noticed their presence but she didn't say a word to Owen or ask why the Chief of Trauma had two small children inside the attendings' lounge.

"Okay, Rob, let me just…-" He asked Dr. Walsh for a second with his hand and took the boy to the adjoining room.

Danny noticed he had been left with a stranger and the woman let out a discreet cough, visibly uncomfortable to be left alone with a child. As a typical three year old, Danny studied her deeply, staring at her grayish hair and deep glasses.

"My dad has a penis," He shared, looking very proud to know that information "And you have a vagina."

From the bathroom, Owen heard his son and the embarrassment was clear on his face when he came back. The somewhat uptight woman looked from Danny to Owen with complete disbelief, and between him and Dr. Walsh, Owen couldn't tell which one was more shocked.

"I am so sorry," He hurried to say, "These are my sons and they-," Owen hesitated. He had no idea where that was coming from, since he had never heard the twins saying anything like that "I am so sorry, Dr. Walsh. I'll get someone to look after them, they were supposed to be in school but… Anyways, give me just one minute, please."

Owen picked up both boys, one in each arm, and was about to ask where Danny had learned those words when he saw Jo Wilson slowly walking towards the elevator, both hands in her white coat while she distractedly made her way through the crowd.

"Jo!" He said without hesitation "Are you busy right now?"

Jo Wilson and Alex Karev also had a three year old son and Owen trusted her to watch the boys.

"Not really, I have a patient to see in the ICU but…"

"Can you take them?" Owen interrupted her "Can you take these two to their mother upstairs? She's in surgery but I don't think she'll be long."

"Sure," Jo said, looking confused as Owen put down the twins and she held one hand of each.

"Thanks," Owen said, already half way back to the attendings' lounge.

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Later that evening, Amelia kept busy helping out the boys with homework while Owen prepared dinner. Megan was cheerfully laughing at the twins from her stroller as Lucas and Thomas sat by the big kitchen table, keeping busy with their reading.

"I have to tell you about something that happened today," Owen whispered to Amelia, unwilling to draw attention from the boys.

Amelia took one last peek at the twins and Megan and got up, following her husband to the kitchen island from where she could still keep an eye on all children but stay away from their hearing range.

"What's going on?" She asked in her usual good mood.

Owen noticed she looked tired. That was her first week back at work after staying home with Megan for months. The baby was brought to the hospital daycare every day, so Amelia could still feed her in regular hours but work hasn't exactly been easy on his wife in her return due to the great amount of bureaucratic paperwork that had piled up in her absence.

"I had a meeting with Debra Walsh today," Owen started, and his serious tone didn't go unnoticed.

"Did she turn you down?" Amelia asked, concerned, well aware of who the woman was and her reputation. Owen had been really motivated to hire her ever since he'd heard she was thinking about practicing again.

"Danny," Owen started, still not recovered from the embarrassment "did me the favor to tell her she has a vagina. With those exact words."

Amelia noticed his perplexed expression and couldn't help it. Her loud laughter echoed through the kitchen, drawing attention even from the children. When she was finally able to catch her breath again, she asked:

"What? How did that happen?"

"I don't know, why don't you tell me!" Owen exclaimed, torn between laughter for the unusual hilarious situation and embarrassment for the scene their sons had caused. It was obvious Amelia knew about something because she looked amused but not as surprised as he imagined she'd be.

Amelia recapitulated the events from the previous evening, telling her husband about the moment when the twins had inquired her about the human body and the difference of sexes. Amelia had explained elementary anatomy to them and ever since, they'd been pointing out to everything that was either a 'he' or a 'she', claiming they either had a male or female structure.

"This is hilariously, seriously." Amelia added.

"Hilarious because it wasn't you who had to stand in front of Dr. Walsh after Danny pointed out what kind of genitals we have." Owen was frustrated.

Amelia knew how serious Owen was at work and how professional and together he always seemed. He had been a great chief of surgery once and ever since he'd quit, he'd kept that same level of greatness and professionalism as chief of trauma surgery. To him, it was imperative that his co-workers and employees respected him, exactly like it had always been when he was still in the army.

"Look, babe, I am sorry your interview didn't go so well…Maybe you can try to convince her in some other way?" As she said the words, Amelia rested her open palms on his chest, running them all the way to his shoulders, intimately.

Owen relaxed his tense muscles as he felt her small hands caressing him very suggestively. He looked down at her and smiled, noticing the bad intentions stamped on her face.

"And how would you suggest I'd do that?" He played her game, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Well," Amelia teasingly said, trying to sound serious but her smile betrayed her "You could always tell Dr. Walsh that aside from knowing human anatomy so well, you're also very good at showing it," She laughed at her own nasty comment.

"Because that's gonna make her respect me…" Owen laughed heartily.

"Well, you have a really good anatomy," Her hands ran from his chest through his back, descending and she mercilessly squeezed his buttcheeks.

"So you're suggesting I show it to Dr. Walsh?" Owen used a dirtier tone of voice, raising one of his eyebrows in question, already leaning over to kiss her.

"No," Amelia laughed when his lips touched the curve of her neck and his beard rubbed on her skin "Your anatomy lessons are private. I am the only one entitled to them."

Owen pulled her closer and after exploring the soft skin of her neck, his lips made his way to hers, gently kissing her before letting go to check back on the children.

They had a quiet evening with their kids, spending time with them in the living room after dinner. Owen was playing with Megan on his lap when Amelia joined them on the couch. The baby immediately threw herself to Amelia's arms, fiercely grasping her shirt with her chubby wrists.

"You have the hunger of a Hunt, don't you?" Amelia gently caressed her daughter's dark blonde thin hair, being stared back by large crystal blue eyes while Megan fed.

Owen glanced at them sideways, seeing his daughter interact with her mother when Megan splayed one of her hands on Amelia's breast, not taking her eyes from her mom for one second. He knew by experience that young babies were very attached to their mother. Even though Megan laughed and threw herself at him every night when he came home from work, nothing could replace her bond with Amelia in such a tender age.

"I think dad is in love," Amelia playfully said to Megan, watching him stare at their five month old baby with genuine affection in his eyes. Their baby girl was a delight and they couldn't get enough of her.

Owen put one arm around his wife's shoulder, leaning closer to take a better look at them.

"Mom is absolutely right," Owen kissed Megan's head and then held Amelia's chin with one hand, pulling her face closer to his "Dad is absolutely in love," He added before looking deeply into Amelia's eyes to make her realize he meant her too and then planted a kiss on her lips.

Amelia snuggled next to him, leaning on his chest as Megan decided she'd had enough and tried to sit on her mother's lap.

"If this was a preview of what we're dealing with in the future," Amelia said, referring to the twins' incident with Dr. Walsh "I am seriously not looking forward to deeper conversations about the matter in the future," She said suggestively, looking at the four boys who happily chatted while playing with cars and building blocks.

"I know," Owen let out a heavy sigh "Me either."

"Hopefully, their next questions and doubts about this kind of stuff will only be in a few years." Amelia assured him. Their sons were yet too young and she would enjoy their pre-teen years as much as she could.

The image of her own sixteen year old self came to mind and Amelia quickly cleared her thoughts. She had been an awful teenager. Uncooperative, rebellious, unwilling to do anything… It was nearly a miracle she'd turned out so well.

But at least, her boys were yet too young, she thought. They had a happy home, a supportive family and were unlikely to be seduced by trouble when they were older. For now, she was happy to enjoy their innocence.

With that notion in mind, she got up, handing Megan over to Owen intending to gather the boys for their usual evening bath when Lucas' voice interrupted her trail of thoughts.

"Momma, how are babies made?"

The boy had been staring at his sister and watched as his mother had handed her over to their father. He had seen his mom's growing belly in the months prior to his sister's arrival and he now had a clear notion of how his mother had grown a baby. But what he couldn't seem to understand was how the baby had gotten in there in the first place.

"Mom?" Lucas repeated, seeing the puzzled look on her face.

Amelia exchanged looks with Owen, laughing at the irony of the situation. She made her way back to the couch, picking up Megan.

"You know what, baby," She told Lucas, running a hand through his hair, seeing that his brothers were still focused on their toys, "I am sure dad will be very happy to answer that question seeing as he is a specialist on the matter of getting mommy pregnant." She added, clearly having fun with the situation when she noticed the desperation in his eyes.

Owen looked up at Amelia, amused and outraged at the same time, but she was already on her way upstairs. He directed his eyes to his son, who very expectantly waited for an answer.

Owen ran a hand through his hair, not quite sure where to start. Lucas sat down in front of him, obviously eager to hear what his dad had to say. Owen scratched his forehead with one finger, trying to elaborate a line of thought that was appropriate for the mind of a seven year old. After the incident with the twins that morning, it was hard to think of something, but he knew he'd eventually have to get there. He had to. After all, that was one of the duties of being a dad.

It had been a long day, but apparently, it was also going to be a very long night.