Chapter 38: Sex at the Hospital

Amelia arrived at the hospital at 2:15, knowing she'd end up visiting with various colleagues and staff when she saw them. Word quickly spread that Amelia was at the hospital, so people were coming to the lobby to see her and to catch up. Nurses, administrative and other staff, and colleagues streamed to the area to offer their hugs and to pat her gigantic baby bump. Being around so many people was a refreshing change of pace for Amelia, who had been so isolated for so long.

Owen, with a spring in his step, bounced down the stairs to the Main Lobby at 2:40. His grin stretched from ear to ear as he spotted his wife laughing with a nurse. Normally, he would not have interrupted the conversation. Today, though, he was in a hurry to address the next item on his agenda: sex with his wife. After nearly two months of being patient and understanding, Owen was ready to ravage the petite surgeon to whom he was married. He walked up behind Amelia and put his arm around her as he caught the nurse's eye and inserted himself into the conversation. He did his part to wrap the conversation up and then in an attempt to excuse Amelia from conversation, he prodded, "Aims, let's get those papers signed…" Amelia excused herself and hugged her friend before she and Owen headed to the elevator.

The elevator door closed, and they looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Do… we… know where we are going?" Amelia asked tentatively.

Owen remained facing toward the elevator doors and responded, "Nope. No idea. Didn't think that far."

"How about the 8th floor on call room? It's small and usually vacant," Amelia suggested.

Owen, wringing his hands, advised, "Let's go to the 8th floor then. You go check if the room is open and I'll wander over to the Nurses' Station to casually check in with the staff. If you don't come meet me there within 3-5 minutes, I'll know you're in the room and I'll come to you."

"We can't just both go to the room?" Amelia giggled, "We are married, you know. What we're about to do isn't scandalous."

"Yeah, but I'm the Chief and I shouldn't be messing around in on-call rooms," Owen grimaced. Amelia laughed and agreed to his plan.

Sure enough, the room was vacant. All of the sudden, Amelia's stomach sank just a little. Feeling so enormously huge, she shifted her closed lips to one side as she pondered the upcoming rendez-vous. Should I get undressed and wait for him under the blankets? What if someone else checks the room before he gets here and finds me in here naked? But if I'm already in bed when he arrives, then he won't see my huge unattractive body…well, he'll like the huge boobs, but beyond that, nothing needs to be enormous, Amelia thought to herself. She sat down on the edge of the bed, then stood up and paced back and forth in the small space. I wonder if it's going to hurt. I mean, we've never done this when I'm so…so pregnant. I feel like a virgin in the department of pregnant sex. What if it's a nightmare? Or he gets repulsed or I feel sick? Oh, crap. Why didn't I just wait until tonight when we could have tried this at home?

A soft knock sounded on the door and Owen peeked in with a rose in one hand. He raised his eyebrows as he walked through the door and locked it. He quickly took off his medical coat and hung it on a hook. Today was mostly an administrative day, so he was wearing a suit underneath the coat. He paused, still fully dressed, and sighed happily as he reached out his arms and enveloped Amelia as best as he was able. Her head fell naturally on his chest as if their bodies were made to fit together perfectly. Owen kissed her head and whispered that he loved her. She whispered back the sentiment and then mentioned that she needed to sit down.

"Are you ok?" Owen asked as he gently assisted her in sitting on the edge of the bed.

Amelia nodded, "Yeah. I just… I don't stand a lot and the girls weigh me down. It's easier to sit."

"What about lying down? Is that even better?" Owen playfully suggested as he lay down and attempted to pull her down with him. When she resisted, he shot back up and looked worried, asking, "If you're not sure about this, we… we don't have to." The words killed a part of him internally, but he knew the phrase was the one to say in the moment.

Amelia looked down at the floor and chuckled uncomfortably, "I feel stupid. It's just, it's awkward and that makes it even weirder."

Owen hugged her close to his side and kissed the top of her head as he reached his free hand around and set it on her breast. "You're anything but weird or awkward, Aims. You are beautiful, adorable, amazing, wonderful," he offered, kissing her between each adjective. His hand slid around her breast until she flinched just enough to provide the hint that he could stop.

She continued kissing him, but explained, "They'll leak. It's messy. They're utilitarian now – not toys."

"I think they are dual purpose," Owen chuckled as he opened her shirt and kissed the edge of one breast. "I can share, and the girls aren't even using them yet."

"Owen. Stop!" she demanded sharply. Softening her tone, she added, "I'm sorry. It's weird. Can we just… uh… just lay down together? It's ok if we are naked, but the chest, it's gotta stop. I'm sorry." She knew for certain that her breasts did not feel sexual to her at all and that his hand felt like a violation. Why she was experiencing those impressions confused the hell out of her.

"Hey…" Owen whispered as he hugged her, "I've waited this long. I can wait longer." Again, he hated saying the words he knew were his best option in the moment. To himself, he thought, Really, Amelia, it's about to fall off anyway. What's another few hours? Dammit, I can wait… I can wait… think about trauma scenes, think about Mom…o God, that's…that's…eww. Relax, friend, he internally messaged to his erection, it's not happening.

Amelia started to weep softly, then she slowly took off her shirt and Owen unhooked her bra. She shimmied out of her pants and crawled under the blankets self-consciously.

With awe, Owen whispered authentically and honestly, "You are truly beautiful." Keeping his clothes on for the moment, he lay down on top of the blankets and faced Amelia. Softly, he asked, "What feels right? Can I hold you? Do you want to nap alone? Maybe a back rub?"

Sniffling, Amelia responded through hormonal tears, "I don't even know why I'm crying."

Owen stroked her hair and snuggled his cheek against hers, softly sharing, "No worries, ok? Shh… shh… shh. No pressure. I'm staying just like this unless you tell me otherwise." He ran his hand from her hair to her shoulder, stopping himself before he moved to her breast and redirecting his hand along her arm. To himself, he repeated, keep being nice, keep being patient. I know you're about to explode. Slow down, deep breath. She'll come around eventually. Oh, God, I almost hurt I want this so bad. Think traumas, think traumas, think traumas.

"This is stupid. Why am I crying? I want to have sex. I love you. I'm a fucked-up mess. What the hell?" Amelia cried.

"Shh… shhh… shhh, no you're not. You're pregnant, you're hormonal, and it's been awhile. It's ok," Owen offered as he backed his head away a couple inches and stared toward her beautiful eyes as he ran his thumb against her cheek.

"Take your clothes off," Amelia sniffled in the same tone she'd use to tell Ryder to brush his teeth or Nolan to put on deodorant. Owen didn't allow himself to over-think her words or tone, though. He speedily undressed and set his clothes on another bed in the room. His erection felt as huge and noticeable as her belly bump, as if it was more obvious because he'd gone without sex so long. He slipped under the blanket and slowly stroked her hair, shoulder, arm, and side. When his hand reached her hip, he became really uncertain if he should continue. Making the decision for him, Amelia gently grasped his hand and placed it on her breast. Now, he was utterly confused.

"I thought…" he began as he explored her breast with his hand and mouth.

Amelia instructed as if she was sorting it all out as well, "Don't ask questions. Just go with it." She rolled on to her other side, reaching her upper arm backwards onto his back as she squeezed him closer to her back.

"Mmmmmm… this is how I start every morning; you know. Snuggled up with you, feeling the girls kick and wake up, holding you," his faraway, dreamy tone relaxed her while the mention of the girls made her want to scream not to mention the babies. She didn't know what the hell was going on in her erratic and hormonal head.

"You don't have to stop at cuddling," she suggested with a hint of a sultry tone. She grasped his hand, attempting to let him know he could slide it between her legs. Unable to reach that far, she set it on the underside of her bump and tried to push it down as a hint.

Owen was relieved she couldn't see his face, because he was completely befuddled. Did she need support on her belly? Were the girls kicking and she wanted him to feel it? Sex had never been so confusing. His internal dialogue continued, I love you so much, but you are making absolutely no sense, Amelia. Plllleeeaassee can we have sex. I'm dying here.

Amelia reached down to his arm and nudged it downward in a non-verbal attempt to move him along.

Owen kissed her neck and nibbled her ear as he whispered, "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Yes," Amelia confirmed without detail. To herself, she thought for a brilliant man, you can be so dense sometimes, Owen. If I have to ask for it, it just doesn't feel as wonderful. C'mon get the hint.

Chuckling softly, Owen continued, "I'm not catching the gist. You need to help me out."

"Your hand … can you make me feel like a woman and not a huge whale?" Amelia hinted, realizing he wasn't going to get it. She added directly, "Move your hand down further and make me feel…"

"Oh, my pleasure," Owen interrupted eagerly as he shifted from clueless to informed. He slid his hand between her legs and expertly caressed her most sensitive places. As she cooed in response, he slowly slid into her and shared his own sigh of bliss. Whispering in her ear, he asked, "Is that ok? Does it hurt?"

She purred as she began to lose herself in the moment, "You're fine. It's great."

"You're great," he moaned back. "Oh, God, you feel amazing." Owen tried to take it slow and let the moment continue on for as long as possible. Afterward, they fell asleep on the on-call room bed with Owen's arms wrapped around his wife and her hands grasping his.