A/N: thank you for the reviews! January is soooo far away. I might die in the interim …

Within minutes, the lights turned on.

Teddy carted the patient off to CT. Amelia and Owen parted ways after a long embrace in the hallway and Owen retreated to a nearby supply closet.

He needed to be alone for a moment. He needed a second to think…to breathe. None of this seemed real; in just one hour he'd gone from just Owen Hunt to Owen Hunt, Father of Three.

A Father…a Father…something he'd waited his whole life to be called. And none of it seemed real…

Without even realizing what he was doing, his phone was suddenly in his hand and he was dialing a number he knew by heart even though it would have just easier to find the contact in his Favorites.

Megan. He needed to call his sister. She would tell him what to do, she would tell him how to act. She would make this real.

She answered on the second ring: "Hey, what's going on?"

"Megan," he clipped, his throat suddenly very dry.

"Hey, Owen, what's going on?" She repeated, her voice changed octaves, picking up on the fear in her brother's tone.

It was now or never. "I'm going to be a father…Megan," he managed, sliding down the wall and cradling the phone to his ear. He waited for her response; he could hear her inhale sharply on the other end.

"Amelia is pregnant? Owen, oh my god, congrats!"

He sighed, "Nope…" Could he get the other words out? He wasn't sure… "Not Amelia…"

"Owen…" There was a smile in her voice; he could tell she was trying to hide. "Who'd you knock up? Mom's going to freak!"

"Shit, Megan. Shit." He couldn't get her name to come from his lips.

"Oh my god, Owen. Spit it out. You're killing me here!"

Now. Or never.

"Teddy! I knocked up Teddy…"

There was silence on the other end for a moment and Owen pressed the phone even closer against his ear, if that was even possible.

Suddenly Megan let out a girlish yelp, a whoop? Maybe a shriek? Owen didn't know quite how to describe the noise; all he knew was this it just about burst his eardrum.

"OWEN HUNT! Teddy? As in Theodora Altman? Our Teddy? Your Teddy?...You slept with Teddy?"

"Uhh…yes…generally that's how it works… and yes…my Teddy…" the corners of his mouth turned up without his permission. It was becoming real.

"Owen, oh my god…I don't even know what to say…" He could hear her grinning from ear to ear.

"Neither do I…But Megan, more importantly, I don't know what to do…"

"What do you mean!" her voice increased in pitch, he could tell she had started to pace, "What do you mean what do you do? Owen," she whisper-yelled.

Here it comes, he braced himself. The pep talk he had called for.

"Your person is having your baby! A little creature is going to call you dad and call Teddy mom. What you do is you get your ass next to her and you be there for them. Are you kidding me? What do you do? Jeez, Owen…you show up for them is what you do, Owen Hunt, or I swear to god I'll come up there myself!"

There was a moment of silence where he debated even saying it, but then he was saying it – "Do you mean that?"
"Oh Owen, not this again!"

"But you said it, not me. And I think I really need you Megan. I'm kind of freaking out over here if you can't tell. My ex wife wants to foster a kid who has a kid and my best friend is telling me she's having my baby and I'm – I'm kind of freaking out here!"

Owen started to breathe heavily and Megan could tell one of her brother's panic attacks from miles away.

"Okay, breathe, Owen…are you sitting? Put your head between your legs and just breathe, okay?"

He did as he was told. Inhale, exhale, hold, repeat. Just like Teddy taught him.

"Okay, let's talk this through…Teddy's pregnant? Okay…we can work with that. You can work with that…that's something you want, okay? It's a good thing. It's a great thing. No, it's a miracle actually!"

He could hear the tears in her voice and it made his throat get tight with emotion. This was real.

"It is a miracle...isn't it?" He was smiling now, his breathing even and deep.

Megan laughed, "Oh god, it is. How is she, Owen? I mean, how's the pregnancy going? Is she doing okay? I mean, she isn't exactly child bearing age…"

Owen's heart nearly stopped beating then as the smile fell from his face, "Shit…Megan, I don't know…"

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"Teddy's been here a month and she only just told me…" He knew that wouldn't be an acceptable answer to his sister but he truly had no other explanation.

"Okay…so?!" she yelled into his ear, "You're telling me that the first thing out of your mouth wasn't how are you, Teddy? How's our baby doing?"

"Uhh…" Owen put his head between his legs again.

Megan was incredulous, "Jeez Owen…maybe I should come up there…wait, what was the first thing out of your mouth?..."

"Well…"

"Owen Hunt, please tell me you did not make her feel guilty about this…"

Owen took a deep breath.
"Okay, I did, at first…but I fixed it, I swear! I made sure to let her know I'd be a part of this baby's life…I swear, Megan."

"Okay," she stated slowly, so that he might understand, "Owen…it's not "this baby", it's your baby. Yours and Teddy's. The love of your life is having your baby… you do get that right? Your best friend…Please, dear god, tell me that you told her that you'd be there for her too…"

"I…"

He was at a loss for words.

"Just stay where you are. I'll be there by midnight."