People have asked me to write about Lucas's previously mentioned difficult birth. I stretched it and made it all the way from the discovery of the pregnancy and I plan to take it all the way to parenthood.
This one sets after Omelia's fight and make up around 13x09 (you can read all about it in the story called "The One Who Got Away", it's in my profile) and it intertwines with the event of "My Beginning". When this story starts, they've been married approximately for 7 months.
My Boys Drabbles– Lucas (Part One)
Amelia distractedly looked over her phone, trying not to focus on the clock, otherwise those minutes would never pass. It wasn't the first, second or even third time in her life that she took a home pregnancy test. As expected, she was a little anxious and nervous about the result but deep down she knew it was most likely a new negative.
About seven months before, she'd married an amazing man who had introduced her to a world full of new possibilities. When Amelia's first insecurities had started to show, right in the moment she'd decided to share some of her past with him, Owen had been amazingly supportive, revealing to her a scarred part of himself to let her know he was just as invested in making their relationship work. That had led Amelia to jump in with both feet, becoming instantly excited about the idea of starting a family with him.
But it hadn't taken the neurosurgeon long to find out once again that demons from the past always caught up with a person, no matter how hard one tried to avoid their presence. A deeply buried box of feelings, insecurities and traumatizing experiences had emerged the minute Amelia had started dealing with long avoided emotions. Soon enough, completely taken over by fear, she had repeated what had often worked as a defense mechanism before and ran away as fast as she could, denying every feeling within herself.
To her surprise, Owen had followed her and he'd given her the strength Amelia hadn't known she needed to move on. Her husband had held and comforted her while actually listening. He had understood and in that moment, Amelia knew that that was the man she wanted to build her entire future with.
Knowing about her reservation about becoming pregnant, Owen had patiently suggested they considered other possibilities. Even though that had comforted Amelia back then, at the present moment she was leaning towards the traditional course. She wanted to carry Owen's baby, knowing this would make his biggest dream come true. Her husband had never pushed her to do it, even though he had confessed that seeing her pregnant with his baby was one of his most latent desires. And slowly, over the six months they'd been together, Amelia's excitement about having his baby had progressively overcome the fear that had once been so flagrant.
Of course Amelia still had doubts and insecurities. She knew those would never vanish. But right now, there was also hope. And the undying certainty that no matter what happened, with Owen by her side, they were capable of going through anything.
She was so distracted by her own thoughts that her eyes took longer than needed to examine the stick. Just the previous week, Amelia had taken one of those and it came back negative. Over the past six months she and Owen had casually discussed trying again but never really making an official decision. She hadn't stopped taking the pill but was being way more reckless than usual. Which was why the two lines on the home pregnancy test shouldn't have surprised her.
But they did.
The surgeon sat on the toilet for what felt like hours, examining the life changing information in her hands. Amelia thought about how once, about six weeks before, she had asked Owen to put a baby inside of her on the same morning she'd told him she was going to add his name to hers.
Owen had been exhilarated when she'd shared her desire to have a traditional, boring, ordinary life with him. It had always been his biggest dream to have a big family with wife and kids. Amelia knew this moment would be an unforgettable one for them. And she couldn't wait to tell him.
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Owen stood still while holding his wife fiercely in his arms. She had just given him the most amazing news. He had come home on an ordinary evening blissfully unaware, only to find out that that day would turn out to be nothing but ordinary.
Amelia was pregnant with their child and never in his life had he felt prouder. Not only was she carrying his baby, she was also excited to be doing so. The last time Owen had received news such as those, his heart had been shattered into a thousand pieces. A part of his soul had been taken the day he'd had to sit through the procedure that had robbed him of the possibility to become a father. But all was different now. And Owen had to cling to that with every fiber of his being. He couldn't afford losing another part of his soul. He wasn't sure he would survive it.
"Owen?" Amelia called him out, seeing he had his arms still tightly wrapped around her and didn't seem to want to let go.
His lack of response made her frown and let her know something wasn't right. Gently, Amelia pulled apart, unconsciously holding onto the diamond ring that represented the promise he'd just made to her. Owen had vowed that he would always be there for her and their child. She believed him with everything she had. Owen was going to be an amazing father just as he was an amazing person. The family man in him was very much alive and Amelia loved it.
"Babe, what's wrong?" She forced him to look at her and noticed a dark shadow clouding the usual liveliness of his light blue eyes. "Are you okay?" Amelia hesitated, startled by the expression on his face. That was not at all what she'd expected to see. "Are you… Are you having doubts about this?"
Owen kept looking at her as if he was frozen in time and space and Amelia swallowed hard, fearing the words that would come out of his mouth when he eventually spoke. The fact that she had no idea what was on his mind was scary and startling, but Amelia was doing her best to contain her anxiety.
"You're keeping it, right?" Owen asked with a hoarse voice and Amelia could swear he was going through a painful battle of emotions. He knew Amelia wanted to have kids and she wouldn't get rid of them because she didn't want to be a mother. But maybe her fear of carrying a child would lead her to do it. He needed to know. Owen needed to be sure because once he let himself get involved, he knew he would be instantly carried away with an undying love for their kid. And he couldn't risk losing another one.
His doubt hit her harder than she would have imagined. Amelia wasn't offended by his question because she understood where it came from. Several times before, they'd discussed her traumas and he'd understood every reservation she had about having a child because of what she'd been through.
But very few times they'd gone over the fact that once Owen had lost a child too. He hadn't been able to hold his baby in his arms but the pain and agony had been there all the same. He'd desired a child, conceived one and ultimately had been denied the possibility of being the father he had always dreamed of being. Amelia didn't know what that was like, but she could imagine that like her, he had also gone through soul shaping pain and the repercussion of that trauma was the fear stamped in his eyes when he'd asked her that simple but very important question.
"Of course I'm keeping it," She teared up as their eyes met. Amelia could spot all the expectation and anxiety there and his smile of relief when she answered his question made her heart swell with emotions. "Owen, this is our child. I'm in this for real. This is us building a family together. I'm all in, I want this… More than anything, I want this."
Owen didn't have good enough words to express how he felt. Before Amelia could see it, she felt him kneeling down in front of her, gently reaching out for her shirt. She was pulled forward when Owen's arms wrapped around her hips and his lips touched the sensitive skin below her bellybutton.
Amelia chuckled and dug her fingers through his hair, hearing the delicious sounds of the kisses he was planting on her lower belly. Owen smiled as he rejoiced in that new reality. His wife was pregnant and he was able to thoroughly enjoy it, rather than having to spend his time convincing her why she should keep it. Amelia had been pregnant once but that experience was entirely new for her too because in her previous pregnancy, she had been all alone. That was not her reality anymore.
"How far along are we?" Owen asked, splaying one hand on her lower abdomen, proudly.
Amelia noticed his choice of pronoun and smiled lovingly at him.
"I don't know, I just took the urine test today… But considering my last period I'd say we're about five or six weeks."
"So it's very early on," Owen held her hips and kissed her non existing bump once again before standing up to stare into her eyes.
"It is," Amelia confirmed with a head nod, unable to stop smiling. Her top was still pulled up when she pressed her body against his.
"Good," Owen added with an approving smile. "I want to enjoy every single moment we possibly can."
Amelia saw the excitement in his eyes and couldn't help standing on the tips of her toes to give him a kiss on the lips.
"Do you want to find out tomorrow?" She asked him excitedly. "With the Ultrasound, I mean? We can find out exactly how far along we are."
Amelia hadn't yet taken a blood test to confirm the pregnancy but she was fairly sure she was indeed pregnant. After her first urine test came back positive, she'd taken another and it'd showed the same result. She was also a few weeks late and that never happened.
"Of course I do," Owen replied with happiness stamped in his eyes. He still couldn't believe it was real. "Do you think we'll be able to see the heartbeat? I really want to see the heartbeat," He realized.
"Absolutely," Amelia replied, contaminated by his effusive joy. Despite all her reservations and fears, she also couldn't wait for that moment.
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Later that night, Amelia wasn't surprised when, the minute she crawled into bed, Owen held her in his arms and captured her lips on a tempting kiss. His smile when he pulled apart said it all and she rolled over to his top, allowing him to undress her.
Owen lay back against the pillows, fully admiring his view as he slowly pulled Amelia's shirt up through her arms. His hands rubbed her arms affectionately and she leaned over, holding his face between his hands as she pulled him in for another long, passionate kiss.
Amelia felt the warmth of his hands going up and down on her naked back, sending shivers through her spine. She got Owen rid of his clothes and watched with delight as he carefully laid her on her back, touching her with more delicacy than he ever had before.
"Are you afraid to touch me?" She teased him, knowing he probably didn't even realize he was doing it.
"What?" Owen furrowed his forehead defensively. "Of course not."
Amelia smiled mischievously, knowing he was lying. His body language said it all.
"Owen, I am pregnant, not sick. I won't break into two pieces. You don't have to touch me like I'm made of crystal."
He looked again into her eyes, tempted to deny he was being overly careful but her teasing voice and loving stare ended his defenses. With a chuckle, Owen admitted what he had unconsciously been doing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was doing it," He confessed, twitching his lips playfully.
"It's okay," She stroked his cheek with her thumb affectionately. "I won't break," She reinforced but when her smile went from sweet to plainly dirty, Owen knew more was coming. "I might bend, though."
He let out a loud laughter at her witty remark and returned her smile, supporting his weight on his elbows before leaning over her to kiss Amelia at his will. His hands ran through her body as did his lips. Owen's fingers were dancing on the hem of her pants as he was about to pull them down when something caught his attention.
"What is this?" He stopped the trail of kisses and lifted his neck to take a closer look.
Amelia's body protested the loss of contact with his lips but she tried hard to regain focus, belatedly processing his question.
"What?"
"This," Owen pointed to a tiny dark mark on the side of her hips. It was almost invisible and he had to squint to read when he realized there was something written on there.
"Oh," Amelia smiled sheepishly when she realized what he was talking about. "It's a date."
"A date…" Owen frowned in confusion, realizing she was right. The outline of numbers was clear then. "Since when did you have that tattooed there?"
"For a couple of months now," Amelia confessed with a big grin, amused by the surprise in his eyes.
"What?!" Owen was taken aback. "How come I never noticed this until now?"
"Because you didn't look," Amelia loved the confusion in his eyes and took a deep breath before explaining, smiling widely. "You're usually too busy with your hands all over me to notice anything… Not that I'm complaining, though," She bit her lower lip, flashing him with a lustful smile. "Also, it didn't help that the lights are usually off."
"But…" Owen was surprised and disappointed at himself for not noticing before. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to see your reaction when you noticed it," She confessed with a large smile, unknowingly seducing him with a sight of her dimples. "And to be honest, at this point I had nearly forgotten about it."
"But why did you do it?" Owen caressed her hair gently, reveling in the image of the dark locks spilled across the white pillow. "Why did you have those numbers tattooed there?"
"It's our wedding date," Amelia confessed with a child like smile, excited to see his reaction.
"Really?" Owen's face went from shocked to amused. He bent over her and examined the tattoo once again before facing her again. "I can't believe you did this…" He added with a proud smile. The significance of the gesture touched his heart deeply. "You know what, I actually can… This kind of stuff shouldn't surprise me anymore," Owen shook his head in playful denial. "But I have to be honest and admit it still does," Owen held her face possessively with one hand and stared deeply into her eyes. "You are amazing."
Amelia smiled back and felt the meaning of his words when Owen stole another kiss that left her breathless. That night, he loved her in the sweetest way Amelia had ever experienced. Every touch of his hands and lips were filled with love and care. Owen, even with all his intensity and raw masculinity, could still take her breath away with his sweet devotion and burning passion, making Amelia feel the luckiest to have him by her side, creating with her a future that was every day more amazing.
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Owen sat down by Amelia's side, excitedly moving on the metal stool by the bed. They were in the obstetrics wing and Amelia had asked Arizona Robbins to meet them there. Even though Arizona wasn't exactly the best at keeping things to herself, both Owen and Amelia knew she was in fact the best attending at reading pregnancy scans due to her fetal surgery background.
Amelia bit her lower lip, trying her best to control her nervousness. Despite it being too early on to tell anything that might be wrong with the baby, she desperately hoped they wouldn't have to worry about it for the time being. Starting on the right foot was always comforting and Amelia held onto that hope.
Soon enough, Arizona joined them in the room and cheerfully sat down to perform the exam, smiling widely at the couple. Amelia appreciated it when Owen automatically reached out for her hand the minute Arizona inserted the probe in Amelia's body, starting the scan.
"Ohhh, there it is," The fetal surgeon smiled widely, looking from the screen to her colleagues and then again at the image. "Gestational sac looks good, there's the yolk sac…" Arizona said cheerfully, taking measurements. "Look guys, there's a good looking jelly bean," She mirthfully added, pointing to the embryo with a white arrow. "Steady heartbeat. It's at 110 beats per minute now, which is great. Not much else to see at this point, but according to the size, you're at six weeks and four days… Does it match your last period?" Arizona asked, looking from the scan to Amelia and receiving an affirmative nod in response. "Alright then," The fetal surgeon added some notes before she printed the scan. "So according to this your due date is July 15th. You have a long way until then but it's going to be a fun ride, I'm sure. Congratulations, guys."
When Arizona left the room, Amelia slowly sat up on the patient's bed, seeing Owen stand by her side. When their eyes met, she could see he felt as emotional and excited as she did. Without a second thought, Amelia stretched out her arms, being promptly hugged back by her husband.
"I am so happy," She confessed, taking a deep breath and feeling the familiar scent of his clothes. "And so relieved."
The words left her mouth before Amelia could have any control. She subtly pulled apart, meeting his gaze at the same time she tried to hide her embarrassment.
"I know, babe," Owen gave her an emotional smile filled with comprehension. "I am too."
"Yeah?" Amelia leaned over for another hug, resting her head on his chest as his arms slowly wrapped around her again.
"Absolutely," Owen reassured her, giving his wife another kiss on the top of her head before letting go of her body.
He helped her get rid of the gown and back into her clothes. Once Amelia was already fully dressed in her scrubs, she fixed her hair while letting him know:
"I want to call Addison," The neurosurgeon said, absolutely sure of that. "I am going to email her this scan. Even though I know she can't do my pre natal consults because of the distance, I still want her to be involved."
Owen knew that the world class OBGYN was probably the one Amelia trusted the most for medical advice and he believed his wife should do whatever made her feel safest. Addison was a trusted friend who had been by Amelia's side through her first pregnancy and it made all the more sense that Amelia found comfort in her support.
"Sure," She gave him a pat on the back as they left the room. "But would she be involved in the labor too? How would that work? I mean, we need someone who's here that we can call and see in case we need to."
"Arizona can do that."
"Arizona is not an obstetrician," Owen informed her, very seriously. "She can do the baby part, but someone has to do the mom part," He decided, absolute adamant that his wife got all the care she needed.
"Fine, I'll set up an appointment with someone from OB," Amelia gave in.
"Amelia," Owen censored her, doubting that she would do as told. He pushed the elevator button and waited with her, seeing how distracted she looked.
"I will," She insisted, but her voice didn't sound so sure.
"You know what," He added with a smile. "I will set the appointment. You call Addison. Deal?"
Amelia smiled in response and gave him a peck on the lips. She trusted Arizona and Addison, and she honestly didn't think they needed anyone else. But if that made Owen feel safer, she would go to the appointment.
"This pregnancy has barely started and you're already being difficult," Owen rolled his eyes playfully, foreseeing that soon enough, a rush of hormones would add emotional liability to his already very stubborn wife. "I can't wait," He added ironically.
Amelia smiled and swiftly gave him a squeeze on the butt, making Owen's eyes grow wide with shock as she escaped through the elevator doors, heading towards the surgical floor. He watched with loving eyes as his wife left and made his way to the ER, still clueless to just how much trouble Amelia would create in the long months that were yet to come.
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