Twelve hours later, the captain of our impromptu flight to Germany finally announces that we're beginning our descent into Frankfurt Airport.

I'm, simply put, overwhelmed. My husband and I haven't slept a wink, no matter how hard we tried. The kids, thank god, have slept for most of this flight. I'm honestly in shock. A four and two and a half year old on a 12 hour flight sounded like a nightmare, but they were good. My sweet babies. They have no idea what's going on. Shit, we don't even know what's going on. We're just trying to figure out the next steps in our lives as we go along. And oh god, I'm reminded, I might be pregnant again.

"Teddy, honey, do you want to start waking the kids up so we can prepare them to get off the flight?" Owen asks me, breaking me out of my panicked thoughts once again.

"No, no let's let them get as much sleep as they can. It's going to be a long night…day…whatever time it is when we land. I'm so tired…" I reply.

Owen takes my hand, squeezing it and rubbing it sweetly with his thumb.

"I know you are. I am too. I just…I don't know what to say Teddy. You've just been so great…this…this thing we're doing. I don't even know what to call it right now…"

I snort, half-heartedly humorously.

"We're on the run babe. On the run from the law!" I joke. I'm not sure how I'm joking right now. Maybe I'm delirious from the stress and sleep deprivation.

Owen cracks a smile.

"How can you be laughing about this right now?" He chuckles.

I shake my head.

"I don't know. Life doesn't feel real right now. But, I told you. I love you, I love your huge heart. I know why you did what you did and I will defend you until the bitter end no matter what happens. But no matter what, we have each other, we have our kids…that's all I'll ever need, no matter what's happening…" I trail off and unconsciously place a hand on my abdomen.

Owen notices right away and gives me a puzzled look.

"Are you feeling okay?"

I was going to wait until we were settled in the hotel, until we made some sort of plan but as per usual, I blurt it out, with tears in my eyes.

"Owen…I'm so sorry…I didn't think…I didn't know…this wasn't how it was supposed to be this time…" I sob.

"What? Teddy, what are you talking about?"

I shake my head, with several tears dripping down my cheeks.

"I don't know for sure yet, but Owen, I might be pregnant again…"

The plane began its descent, the kids began to stir and Owen simply looked at me with wide, surprised, but loving eyes. He didn't say a word at first, until a huge smile crept across his face…

"What?! Are you serious? Another baby?" He asks.

I nod. Smiling too because, despite the circumstances, I would love to have another baby with Owen Hunt, the love of my life.

"But the timing…Owen…you said earlier thank god we didn't end up getting pregnant now…"

Owen cuts me off.

"Teddy. That's before I knew. Or, at least knew of the option. This is a good thing. Yeah, sure, it's not what we planned but, we always said after we got married we wanted to try for a third…before I fucked things up for us." He sighs.

"No. No, you didn't fuck things up…well you did, in a way…" I half smile, "but, this is just the way it's supposed to be. Right now. We may not have to hide away in another country forever."

Owen nods, reluctantly agreeing.

Suddenly the plane gently lands on German soil. The last time I was here, on this very runway, the little girl smiling in my arms right now, was just a wee peanut in my belly.

I can't help but place my right hand gently on my abdomen again. I can't hope but wish…hope that Owen and I have come full circle. With coming back to the scene of where we should have started our lives together the first time. Expecting and bringing a child into this world from start to finish. No hiding, no love triangles, no mental breakdowns. Just our love, our friendship and our family. Living life.

Our new life as fugitives of the law.

I shake the thought. At least for right now. Right now Owen is helping me get the kids together, beaming at me the whole time, the happiest and calmest I've seen him in days. He's helping me out into the aisle, while I hold Leo's hand and Allison is cradled in his arms. He whispers in my ear that we'll pick up a home pregnancy test on the way to the hotel and find out together.

Something we didn't get to do the last time.

Now we're stepping off the plane, into the tube that connects us to the airport and that's when it hits me.

"WELCOME TO FRANKFURT."

We really fled the United States. We're really hiding from the law. We're really possibly expecting another baby.

And yet, I've never felt more calm.