Hi hello! it's me. Here are 5 pointless scribbles. They're not in order. They definitely do not have a point but I feel like I had to keep writing because it will probably help me and inspire me to update my other fics. :) Anyways. I think these are cute and fun.

You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac

5 Times Teddy and Owen Being Disgustingly Stupid Cute

i - i got held up at the hospital

Owen is sitting on the couch flipping through the channels. He glances at the time again 11:15pm. He looks at his phone. Nothing.

When he left the hospital Teddy got pulled into surgery and he hasn't heard from her since.

But he hears the front door shut. Teddy's quiet footsteps.

He smiles at her and she drops her bag on the floor. Stripping her jacket. Pulls her top over her head. Kicks off her shoes. Removes her pants.

Owen just grins at her.

She doesn't say anything.

She walks over to him and straddles him and gives him a kiss.

"What took you so long?" He pants

But she doesn't respond. She just holds his face and kisses him hard. She grinds her hips.

His hands on her hips firmly. Her fingers fumbling with his pants. Small smile on her face. She's been thinking about this all day. She pulls away gasping for air.

"What's going on?"

"Bed."

He doesn't argue. Why would he? He wraps his arms around her waist and stands up. She wraps her legs around his waist and giggles.

Sometimes he can't believe that this is happening. They'e together, Engaged, In a house, with two kids.

They move together. They're in sync. They always are. It's hot and it's passionate. Teddy pulls away and smiles at widely at home. He tucks her hair behind her ear and admires her.

He's in her. Hot and throbbing. And she's looking at him softly. She doesn't have to say anything.

"I love you" he says. She laughs. A real laugh. Her laugh will always make him smile and grin. "What now?"

"You're in OUR bed. Ours. Owen Hunt. You and I. That's still… amazing. I love you too, Owen Hunt"

He kisses her. Softly. Their bed. Their house. Their life. Together.

ii - i'm trying to get ready

Teddy chuckles when Owen presses himself against her. His huge hands on her hips. He buries his face on her neck and leaves little kisses on her neck. Her hair still damp. He frees her from her towel, which he lets fall on the floor.

"I'm trying to get ready, babe." Unsure at first when she adds the 'babe'… she's trying out pet names. This is new and weird. He's forever 'Hunt' to her. She mentally kicks herself for calling him babe.

"'Babe', I like that" He mutters against her neck

"Can I finish getting ready?" She says but she tilts her head giving him more space for kisses.

"Your shampoo" He just mutters. His grip on her tightens and he flips her to face him. He picks her up and sets her on the sink and kisses her. His hand up her side and cups her breast. "God" He breathes out.

She puts her hairbrush down, giving up. "Bed"

"Mmhm" he says. His strong arms wrapped around her. She runs her hands down his muscular arms. They're mouths attached. Her naked, newly showered body pressed against his. "I'll be quick I promise"

"I love you" she pants.

"I love you" he says as he playfully throws her on the bed.

She chuckles because she knows she's in it now and it will not be quick. She already knows her hair is going to be in a messy bun. She's gonna enjoy this and blame being late on something else like traffic or whatever.

iii - stop undressing me with your eyes

They're in some staff meeting. Teddy is deeply not paying attention. She's sitting across from Owen. He pretends he's paying attention to whatever Bailey or Koracick was saying but really he feels Teddy's eyes on him. He glances at her briefly, and she just looks away hiding a smile.

She feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. "Stop undressing me with your eyes" She reads. She looks up at him and rolls her eyes. He just looks away.

She feels tortured and hot all of a sudden. She decides to declare war with him. He looks at her until he glances at her again. She bats her eyelashes and bites her lower lip with a smirk.

She knows they're in public and this is dangerous. They're in a cramped conference room with their colleagues. But no one is paying attention. Why cares about them. Everyone is looking at Bailey. No one is looking at her.

She chuckles when Owen blushes. His pale skin always betrays him. He clears his throat and tries to look away from Teddy. Teddy just cocks her head and raises an eyebrow at him, challenging him. He just looks away at his hands.

She licks her lip, claiming victory. And looks away from Owen.

Her phone vibrates again.

"Well played." Owen texts.

A smile spreads on her face as she puts her phone away.

"Anything you wanna share with the group, Altman?" Bailey asks like a scary teacher. She feels caught. She can see Owen snickering from the corner of her eye.

"Uh" She says clearing her throat. "I'm uh… being paged. Uh, patient— I gotta—uhm… go.. Maggie's here. You'll catch me up later?" She stammers as she gets up running out of the room.

All eyes turn to a beet red Owen, who just keeps his gaze down. "What?" He asks clearing his throat.

"Anyway, as I was saying—" Bailey continues.

Owen was about to claim victory when his phone vibrates. "Fourth floor. South wing." Okay, maybe not winning, he thoughts. It vibrates again. "If you're not here in two minutes I'm starting without you."

He wishes he was dead. Or he wishes he can just fake a trauma and run out of this meeting. But it will be too obvious.

His phone vibrates again. It says "One minute." With a picture of her scrubs and coat on the floor. He can feel his face heating up and getting redder.

Okay, fine. She wins. He gets up and raises his phone. "Uh, daycare" He says and runs out of the room.

He runs up the staircase. Fourth floor. South wing.

iv - happy birthday, babe

It's the middle of the night. It's the middle of the night and he's fast asleep. She tested this. Poked him a few times and he was out like a light. She checks on her babies and they're both fast asleep. She smiles to herself like a giddy little kid. She sits on the kitchen counter and blows up some balloons. She doesn't have helium so they're just sadly on the floor. She floods the kitchen with balloons. She smiles proudly to herself.

She makes a cake.

She's never baked a cake before in her life. Not a special birthday cake at least. She shushes the mixer as she turns in on. She peeks at the hallway to the bedroom to make sure he doesn't wake up. Nothing. No movements. She sighs in relief.

She blows more balloons while she waits for the cake to bake. She decorates the kitchen and living room with streamers and balloons.

She checks the time. She's got plenty of time. She ices and decorates the cake.

"Happy birthday..." She mutters as she writes on the cake. "Babe? Hunt? Dad? Oh god I'm so lame." She sighs. "Owen? Owen. That's his given name." She says with a sigh. She was trying to write in the W when she hears someone clearing their throat behind her. "Oh come on I did not make it this far just for you to wake up!"

Owen just laughs as he walks towards her. He leans her against the kitchen counter. "You were not as stealth as you think."

"I think I was." She says as she pipes some icing on his nose.

"Well, I woke up when I tried to hold you and you weren't there."

"See, stealthy" She says licking the icing off his nose. "Happy birthday, babe"

"This is… very cute."

"It would've been cuter if you just let me have it."

"I didn't know you were planning anything cute. For all I know you've been kidnapped."

"Ha-ha"

"But this is nice."

"I made cake too"

"I see" he says peeking over her should "Happy birthday, Ou—"

"I didn't finish! Now can you please go back to bed so I can finish"

He leans in and kisses her. "I've seen enough. I already know about the cake and the balloons. We'll enjoy it all tomorrow morning. But can we please go back to bed."

"Okay, perfect. I have a present for you in there too!" She wriggles out of his grasps and drags him back to their bedroom.

She turns on some music and pushes him down on the bed, removing her clothing one by one. She straddles him and kisses him. Her lips trailing kisses down his body. She fills him quiver under her touch.

"God, Teddy" He mutters and his his hands through her hair.

"Happy birthday" She says with a big smile, kneeling between his legs.

v - come here.

He watches her on her tiptoes. She's decorating the tree, and yeah sure, he could help but she insists she doesn't want his help. So he sits on the floor and watches her try to put an ornament high up in the tree. He smiles to himself as he admires her. Her long legs on her tight leggings. How she drowns in his Army sweater. Her hair thrown up in a messy bun.

"Need help?" He finally asks after watching her struggle. He takes a sip of his beer and eyes her up and down her legs.

"No" She answers quickly.

When they were looking at this house, he knew Teddy already envisioned where she's going to put the Christmas tree. That's just how she thinks. Owen finds this endearing. So the day after thanksgiving, Teddy woke up already knowing today is the day they're picking out a Christmas Tree. Owen thinks it could wait a few weeks but Teddy insists. "It's our first Christmas! As a family!"

So they drive to the Christmas tree farm. He expected her to be picky but they walk in and Teddy immediately found one that she thinks is perfect.

"You're cute" he chuckles at her. He find it extremely adorable when her big green eyes light up.

"I just want it to be perfect" She says.

He looks around his home. It's very homey. Like a real family. Christmas decorations. Toys everywhere. This is what he's always wanted. He's with Teddy. Finally someone who wants exactly what he wants. Someone who knows and loves him for who he is.

"Come here" He says, his eyes inviting her to get closer to him.

"I'm busy."

"It can wait, come here."

She walks towards him and sits next to him. Taking a swig from his beer.

"What?"

"You're beautiful"

"I look like a mess."

"You look perfect" he tucks some stray her behind her ear and leans in to kiss her.

She giggles and straddles his lap. Holding his face.

"I love you"

She takes her shirt off, and takes his off. He lays her on the floor and peels her pants off of her.

"Wait. Wait." She says, plugging the lights to the Christmas tree and turns off all the other lights.

"Romantic" He says.

The light from the tree and from the fireplace illuminate them. She wiggles herself under him again and runs her hands down his chest.

"I love you so much, Teddy."