Amelia roused from sleep easily. In that way only possible when you have slept until you can't anymore. It was always in the early hour that she found herself feeling most content, when the drowsiness still hazed her ability to think, her mind would be quiet; only having first thoughts, like 'warm' at the feeling of her body amongst the covers. She'd usually wonder of the time, observing where the sun was hitting the wall. On most mornings, 'Owen' would come to mind. She open her eyes to find him still sleeping, she'd rest in her love for him, eyeing his expression as he slept, his smell, his warmth.
Though the past week or so she'd been waking up alone. He'd wake first, having all the same first thoughts and he'd leave her to sleep.
The sun sat further across the wall than she had grown accustomed to. 'It must be late' she thought, brows furrowing as she turned onto her side, gazing out of the window. She heard Owen enter the room, his breathing was heavy, she thought he must have been running, as he often did in the mornings. She could hear him walking around the room, she smiled at how painstakingly slow he was going, trying to be quiet.
"Owen" she said, voice husky from sleep. His head peeked into her line of sight. "Hi" he said, a bashful smile painting his face. "You're awake" he said and she nodded, rolling onto her back to look at him. She beamed at him. "You look hot" she said, and he looked down at himself, 'i'm not sweating' he thought. "I was running" he pulled at his shirt at the back to see if it stuck.
When he met her eyes again, he caught onto what she meant. "Oh" he mouthed. She giggled as he crawled up the bed, dropping kisses as he went, finally landing on her mouth. She laughed into the kiss as his fingertips danced at her sides, her knees came up either side of him, bracketing his hips, she pulled at his shirt.
He groaned, leaning heavily into the kiss before rolling off of her. She turned onto her side again, facing him, childishly pouting, a smile in her eyes. He smiled at her, running his hand along her waist. "As much as you know I would love to." he kissed her with every word, pausing to continue talking; "I said I'd go to the hospital, and I came to see if you wanted to… if you were awake… which you are."
She held onto him tight, compressing him against her. "We can be quick" she whispered longingly, wrapping her legs around him tighter. He kissed her hard and paused, face hovering over hers. She was flushed slightly, cheeks rosy. Her lips were scarlet and full, something that seemed exacerbated by the pregnancy, and drove him wild. Her ocean eyes were filled with lust, also seemingly exacerbated by her pregnancy. At fifteen weeks, her sickness had passed and her libido had rocketed.
"Please" she uttered, smiling brightly, knowing he couldn't resist her begging. He chuckled, shaking his head and relenting, sinking his lips against her neck. Amelia went to work on his trousers, tugging them down as far as she could. Owen continued to drop kisses against her soft skin, nibbling and sucking. He sat up, pulling the hem of her vest up and over her head. Leaving her in only a pair of panties. He pulled off his shirt, Amelia stripped off her underwear.
Owen sat above her, staring; Amelia panted, her ample chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. "Owen" she begged, grasping his hands and moving them to her breasts, encouraging his soft caress. "You're so beautiful" he sighed, running his fingertips over the round curve of her stomach before pulling her up towards him. With her legs circling his hips, his hands denting the soft flesh of her back, he entered her. They sighed unanimously and sought each other lips, capturing them, kneading like clay.
Amelia closed her eyes in bliss, head lolling back and she felt herself rolling towards her edge quicker than she ever had before. She tipped over into ecstasy first, quivering in Owen's arms before collapsing against him. Her forehead rest against his shoulder, she pressed firm, warm kisses against his collarbone as he finished.
They sat there, in the center of their bed, embracing with heavy arms. "Okay?" Owen asked, lowering Amelia onto her back. She smiled softly and nodded, "Yes" she said. Owen sank down at her side and pulled the duvet up just below her stomach, running his hand firmly across it. She sighed comfortably and turned her head under his chin. "We can say I had morning sickness" Amelia spoke softly, her breath tickling Owens chest. He hummed, continuing his hand across her small bump. "I still can't believe our baby is in there" Owen whispered, eyeing her bump with tearful awe. Amelia smiled, turning her head to follow his gaze. He stretched his large hand across the expanse of her stomach.
"I can, I'm reminded all the time" she chuckled, turning into his side, depressing kisses against his chest, taking in his musky scent, she seemed to be addicted to it at the moment, so much that she found herself craving and seeking him. He pulled her against him firmly, hand against the small of her back. "We should get going soon, and you need to eat"
"Yeah, yeah" Amelia spoke sleepily.
"Hello, my name is Dr Shepherd, what's yours?" Amelia sat down in front of a little boy, his hair was a muddy blond and stuck out all over the place. He looked to the women who sat in a chair close by and she nodded, smiling. "Josh" he said sweetly.
Amelia smiled, "Okay Josh, well I'm a doctor who knows everything there is to know about everything in here" she pointed to his head. "So if you have anything weird that happens there I can help" His face lit up and he looked back to the women.
"I hit my head, I fell" he said, he reached behind his head and pulled his hand back, "look its red back there" he said, showing her his fingers, dotted with blood.
Amelia nodded. "Oh dear, well you're lucky because me and my friends can fix that" She said, standing up and pulling out her new flashlight. Owen entered then, pushing a trolley of supplies. Josh's eyes darted to him, "Is he your friend?" He asked, eyes flitting back to Amelia. Amelia smiled, "He is Josh, we're married" She said, pointing back to her flashlight, indicating that she needed his focus back. He rose his eyebrows, still looking at Owen, he giggled, wriggling in his seat.
"Josh look here" Amelia said, smirking at the boy. Owen walked to stand beside Amelia. "Hi Josh, my name is Dr Hunt, I'm going to fix this little cut back here" Owen said, calmly. The little boy smiled, putting his thumb up, still following Amelia's orders. "You are being so brave Josh" Amelia said, he grinned bashfully and shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay Josh, you're going to feel a little stinging and then no pain at all okay?" Owen said, Amelia finished her exam and crouched slightly, nodding and meeting Josh's eyes, "Nearly done" Amelia said, she turned to the women and indicated with a tip of her head that she could come over.
"Who's this?" Amelia said to the boy.
"Jane, she my auntie, daddy's sister" he said, happily. "She's a little bit like my mommy now" he said, smile faltering slightly. Amelia nodded. Feeling her chest constrict slightly looking into the boy's eyes, seeing sadness there. "How old are you?" Amelia asked, trying to distract him after a nod from Owen. "I'm six, and a half" he said, before wincing, squeezing his aunt's hand.
"That bits all done now" Owen said, glancing at Amelia before picking up the glue.
"Do you have many friends here?" Amelia said, sitting back down on the stool and fixing her posture. He twisted his lips, before pouting, "not really, all of the children are either babies or older, they won't play with me" he said. Amelia grinned, raising her eyebrows.
"Well I know a little girl about your age, her name is Ray, and she's pretty cool, she's starting at the school soon, but I'm sure she'd like to play with you?"
Josh smiled toothily and swung his legs. "All done!" Owen said, rounding the table.
"Can we play today?" Josh said hopefully, looking between his aunt and Amelia. Amelia pursed her lips.
"Tomorrow, I need you to rest today, so your head can be better" she said. Josh slumped and nodded. " but you can come tomorrow?" Amelia said, part asking Jane who nodded. "You can come and knock for her in the morning, do you have a bike?"
Josh became energised again and nodded frantically "Yeah!" he said. Amelia pulled out her notepad and wrote down their block number on it, passing it to the boy.
"That's our block, come after nine yeah?" he nodded, wiggling in his seat again. Amelia stood, grinning at the excited boy and up at Owen.
"Okay well see you tomorrow" she helped him down from the bed and he bounced over to her, hugging around her stomach and then to his aunt, holding onto her as she moved towards the door.
"Nice you meet you Dr's" she said. The nodded kindly and waved, watching them leave.
Owen smiled toothily at Amelia, "Ray is going to be excited, she's been wanting to go out on her bike" he said. Amelia nodded, slotting her notebook back into her pocket and sighing.
"Any other patients?" Amelia asked Owen as they walked out to the hall.
"Nope" Owen said, folded his arms. Amelia groaned, throwing her head back. "What's wrong?" Owen asked, watching her check her watch and pout her lips. The hospital was quiet, and where this meant they could be expecting a rush when at Grey Sloan, it meant the opposite in the military hospital.
"Nothing" she mumbled. Owen smirked, internally chuckling at her childish demeanor.
"Amelia" he prompted, lightly bumping into her side. She looked up at him, with wide, despairing eyes.
"I'm tired… and horny, and there's nothing to do" she droned, frowning in frustration. "How is it that you can be in pain and horny at the same time?" she shook her head as she spoke, waving her hands out in front of her.
"Pain?" he said, skimming past the other counterpart to her mood. She huffed, sinking in her posture and pushing her hands into her pockets. "My back hurts" she said, glancing down at her watch again.
"How long have we got?" he asked, reaching the staff room and holding the door for her to enter.
"Half an hour" she flopped down onto the couch, groaning, throwing her feet up onto the coffee table and relaxing her entire body, eyes closed. Owen laughed aloud, busying his hands making a coffee and a tea.
"Hey don't laugh at me, this is your fault" she said, mellifluously. He calmly made the drinks and walked to her, setting them down on the table. "If I remember correctly you were there taking part too" he said, sitting beside her and laying his arm along the back of the sofa behind her. "Kiss me" she simply said, her pleading eyes meeting his.
"no... " he replied carefully, she opened her mouth and then whined. "You'll want more. You can't get enough of me!" he said, leaning to take a sip of his coffee.
"I won't, I promise, just give me ten seconds" she said, turning towards him slightly. He twisted his lips, half smiling. "What if someone walks in?" She frowned at this, smiling with her eyes.
"Owen how many people are in this ER right now?" she asked, knowing full well the answer was two, she and him. He pursed his lips, as if he had to think about it. "Ten seconds" she continued. He thought for a second more,"Screw it" he breathed, enclosing her with his arms, pulling her across his lap and kissing her hard, the way he knew she needed it. She mewled, caressing his arm with one hand, the other was lost in his hair. His free hand worked up under her shirt, dancing across her skin in flurries making her shiver. After more than ten second Owen pulled away, relaxing his hold so that her torso rest against his legs.
"Ten seconds up" he panted, out of breath. She smiled, somewhat satisfied and closed her eyes, running her hands down and over her stomach, over where Owen's hand possessively laid. Owen lifted her wrist and observed the time. "We're off shift now" He said pulling his hand out from under her shirt, smoothing down the fabric. They wore green scrubs, a color neither had worn before, but they both appreciated the normality wearing them provided.
"Let's...go...Home?" Amelia said, finding herself almost automatically saying it but found herself surprised. Owen smiled, feeling confused by the idea too, he looked up to the ceiling.
"Yeah, I guess we could call it that"
"Help me up" she grunted as she strained to sit up, moving faster once Owen's hands aided her.
"Oh great! I was going to put this in the fridge but you could have it now!" Evelyn said cheerily, eyeing Owen and Amelia as they entered the living room. "Amelia" she said, picking up a pitcher of something gruesome looking and a glass walking it to the table and setting it down. Amelia walked cautiously over and dropped her bag on the chair.
"Evelyn what is…" Amelia began but Megan interrupted, leaving her and her mother's bedroom, "Don't ask Amelia" she said, cringing and walking to the fridge. "It's nothing untoward dear just a take on something my mother would make me when I was pregnant, I checked with Nina and even added some things that she recommended. It's very nutritious and good for the baby" she said, pouring the green/brown gloop into a glass. Amelia glanced around, meeting everyone's eyes, each expression said 'I'm glad I'm not you' except Evelyn's, whose was a picture of kindness and hope.
"It doesn't taste so bad dear… and both...both my babies were strong as ox's" she said sweetly, lifting the glass and holding it out towards Amelia. Amelia smiled genuinely, appreciating the thought that had gone into the gesture, wishing only that the drink looked more advertising. Amelia looked down at the drink, feeling Owen move up behind her and brush his open hand against the small of her back, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
Megan settled at the table, ginny instantly jumped up onto her lap, coiling up and dozing off.
"Oh I'm sorry about the taste dear" Evelyn said, observing the cringe that swept across her daughter in law' features as she took a gulp. Amelia paused, clenching her jaw, fighting a gag, "it's… it's" she stuttered, "It's okay, the texture is just… odd" Amelia continued, finding herself taking another huge gulp, trying to down it all quickly. Megan chuckled, "Thank you Amelia for getting pregnant before me and saving me from having to be the first to try this" Megan laughed, taking in a spoonful of yogurt. Amelia sat down opposite her and smirked, shaking her head.
"I'll still make you it!" Evelyn said, turning back to the stove where she had a huge pot steaming.
"Maybe but I won't be drinking it" She said, dipping her spoon back into her bowl only to have the bowl swiped away by her mother. "Dinner is done" she said, smiling jovially at Megan. "Owen, Amelia would you like some, spaghetti?" she said. The pair nodded, and thanked her, settling down at the table.
"You know you don't have to cook for everyone everyday Evelyn? Although it is lovely" Richard said, helping her lay out all the plates.
"Oh, It wouldn't have it any other way, I finish at the school at two and then I have nothing else to do" she had started assisting at the school as her job, it was mainly just supervising play so it wasn't very tasking.
The sun was setting outside and the room was tinted pink, Alex entered and clicked on two lamps, jumping up onto a stool beside Arizona. Ray appeared at the end of the hall then, helping Ellis walk. "Hey Ray… hello Ellis" Amelia said, warmly, her tone at saying Ellis' name making her smile broadly. "Mommy" Ellis babbled, in reaching distance now from where Amelia sat. Ray grinned up at Amelia, unknowing of the significance of the word. Amelia's face fell briefly, before she regained herself and lifted Ellis onto her lap. She met Owens eyes and shuddered slightly. She didn't know how to approach the situation with Ellis, she was so little, and the situation was so big.
"There we go sweetie" Evelyn said, sitting a Ellis's highchair between Amelia and Owen, placing a small bowl of spaghetti on it's table, one they all knew would be all over Ellis in a matter of moments.
The room silenced for a while, as everyone tucked into the food, Evelyn smiled, looking around and taking the silence as a sign that they were enjoying the food. Conversation slowly filtered in, about everyone's days. Amelia told Ray about her play date, Ray jumped out of her seat at that, face alight with excitement. "Eat your food Ray" is all Amelia said, still grinning. Ray smiled too, silencing and tucking back into her food. "Will he bring his bike?" Ray whispered. Amelia nodded, chuckling.
"I feel more tired than I would after a full-on shift at Grey Sloan" Owen groaned, rolling over to his side of the bed, settling on his back with a long sigh. "Doing nothing is tiring" Amelia switched off the light and perched at edge of the bed pulling of her jumper. The natural light of the moon rolled through the blinds and painted her silhouette. Her hair had grown long and sat, dark, against the white cotton vest she wore. She moaned softly as she pulled off her socks. Her moan of discomfort morphed to one of pleasure as Owen moved up behind her and worked his hands into the tense muscles at her lower back. "Oh Owen" she gasped, relaxing back against him as shivers made her shudder. He laughed breathily and burrowed her face into the crook of her neck, absorbing her smell, and dusting kisses against her skin, all the while continuing to knead his strong hands into her back. In a short time her breathing was so even and she had relaxed so much that Owen thought she'd dozed off. He kept his hands moving however, for a few minutes at least.
He circled his hands around her limp, reclined form and smoothed his hands across her firm bump. He chortled in astonishment, shaking his head softly, the bulge seemed to have grown since the morning, He pulled up her vest to reveal it to the moonlight. Amelia jolted awake. "Owen?" She uttered, confused. She tensed momentarily before feeling his presence around her and relaxing once more. "This feels like its grown since this morning" he said, running his rough hands across it. Amelia simply sighed and pulled his hands to the underside of her bump, languidly running her palms against the backs of his. "Bed" she mumbled, lolling her head back until she could glimpse his eyes. "Yes" he replied, easing backwards, pulling her with him.
Outside their room, everyone but the children and Evelyn were still up, their chatter was like white noise to Amelia and Owen. It was still reasonably early, but after dinner the pair had pushed on through their exhaustion for only an hour before relenting to it.
"I need to close the blind" Owen whispered, entwined in Amelia.
"Leave it" Amelia said, turning slowly in his arms, onto her back, and then to face him slightly. "I like the moon" she said, allowing Owen to tuck a pillow behind and under her. "Have you been reading those leaflets Nina gave us?" Amelia spoke against his neck.
"I did, but it was nothing I hadn't learnt in med school... it's bad to sleep on your back" he said, sleepily, eyes drifting open and closed. Amelia hummed, sinking into sleep.
TBC x
