A/N: Sorry for the long break in writing this fic. I started getting so annoyed at Greys and how they were writing Owen. It absolutely guts me knowing that he wasn't there for Teddy for hardly a moment of her pregnancy. Like what is that about?! He is being SUCH an ass. I can't. Any way, I'm going to continue this fic with how I WISH it would have gone.

Enjoy! Let me know what you think…

Teddy woke to the familiar monotonous tune of her morning alarm, feeling more exhausted than she thought humanly possible. Using her palms, she had to physically peel her eyes open. She looked around the empty hotel room and sighed. Another night spent by herself. Well, of course she wasn't truly alone. She never would be again. Teddy touched her hand to the slight curve of her abdomen.

"Making mommy feel sick again this morning, are we?" she sighed, waves of nausea washing over her like the sea. She rolled over, curling inward, attempting to wait the few moments needed for it to pass. She took a few cleansing breaths but was suddenly interrupted by a quiet but firm knock on her door.

"Just a minute!" she called from her fetal position.

More knocking.

Teddy sighed in frustration, rolling herself off the bed, she wobbled her way over to the door. Room service would just have to cope with seeing a zonked out pregnant woman in just a Army T-shirt. If it was her regular guy Gary, he'd appreciate it. They had grown to have a jokingly flirtatious banter with each other.

"Is that you, Gary?" Teddy called through the door, taking a look through the peephole. Nope, not Gary….

Owen...it was Owen. Shit.

Teddy wrapped her arms around herself and opened the door just enough to poke her head through the gap.

Owen stood with his hands on his hips, a smug smile on his slightly sunken face, "who's Gary?"

Teddy pursed her lips, "What are you doing here? It's like six in the morning, Owen."

"I know…" he shuffled his feet a little, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Can I come in? I need to talk with you."

Teddy sighed, another wave of nausea hitting her. This one, a bit more intense.

Owen watched as she simultaneously opened the door a sliver wider, covered her hand over her mouth, and rushed away from from him and out of sight.

He jumped into action, pushing the door the rest of the way, shutting it quickly behind him, and following Teddy into the small hotel room, "Teddy! You okay?!"

It wasn't hard to find where she'd went, he followed the sound of her retching into the bathroom. He rushed to where she was kneeling over the toilet and gathered her hair back from her face. Teddy gagged a few more times, nothing else coming up, and then collapsed back against the side of the bathtub, heaving from exhaustion. He waited for her to catch her breath.

"I'm glad you could be here for that," Teddy laughed sarcastically. Owen smiled lightly and handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"Has that been happening every morning?" He asked, taking a seat next to her on the floor.

"Morning...night…afternoon, your baby does not make it easy on me," she sighed, her head lolling back on the edge of the tub. Owen couldn't help but smile at her word choice. Your baby. She did look kind of miserable, though. He tried to hide his smile between his lips.

"I'm sorry, Teddy…"
"Well don't be-"

Owen placed a hand on her bare thigh and squeezed gently to interrupt. He wanted to explain himself further. He felt like she needed an explanation.

"I'm sorry that you had to do the first part of this on your own. But why I came here this morning is because I wanted to tell you that you are not, under any circumstances, going through the rest of this alone. I want to be there for you in any way that you'll let me, okay?"

"Owen…" Teddy started, fighting the urge to move his hand further up her leg, fighting the urge to swing her leg over his lap to straddle him...She couldn't help that she wanted him. She hated that she wanted him when he...

"What about Amelia?" She said instead, purposefully killing the mood.

"I've been thinking about that all night...how I would answer if you asked. And the truth is that I don't have a good answer. I want to do the right thing here. But the right thing for you is different than the right thing for Amelia. I love you both-"

"And that's a problem for me, Owen. I came here wanting to be okay if you didn't want to be with me. Actually, I preferred that because I knew I would still be your second choice. I know that I'm the one who told you to leave in Germany...so I wanted to stick to my guns, I wanted to be okay without you. But the fact of the matter is...I'm not. I'm not okay without you. I'm not okay seeing you with Amelia, and I'm not okay being pregnant with your child while you love another woman…"

"Teddy…" Owen started.

"But I want you to be in our child's life, so I'm going to suck it up deal. I'm not going to pretend that is easy, though. When I see you, Owen, my heart swells and I swear this baby does a freakin' somersault," Teddy continued causing Owen to laugh. She chuckled reluctantly as well, turning to face him. Her eyes communicated to him: it will all be okay. He wanted to believe her. A baby changes everything between two people, he knew that already with Leo and Amelia. He and Betty were what drew them back together. But this was about Teddy now. His best friend. This was about Teddy becoming a mother. How could he support her?

"Can I feel...the baby…?" Owen asked hesitantly. Teddy took a deep breath and nodded. She shyly pulled up her t-shirt, revealing more of herself than she felt comfortable with. Owen tried not to look too long at her long legs and lacy underwear and met her eyes instead. Teddy's hands were shaking, but she brought Owen's into her own and then placed them at both sides of the swell. His two palms covered her entire abdomen and she took a quivering breath, the warmth of them radiating to parts of her she wished they wouldn't.

"You're so little still," he smiled, but then it faded quickly, "are you eating enough?" he asked worriedly.

"Yes, Owen. I'm eating enough," she smiled. It felt good to have him care.

"Can you still put away a whole pizza?" Owen chucked, his eyes lighting up as he turned to her.

Teddy grinned, "Maybe…"

"Can I bring you over a pie tonight so I can see if you've still got it?" Owen asked.
Teddy frowned, "I don't know if that's such a good idea…"

Owen crossed his arms, contemplating her answer for a moment. "Teddy," he said, reaching for her hands, "I just want to spend time with you. I want to support you. I want to go through this journey together. It very well may be the journey of our lifetime... It's not going to come like this again. I don't want to miss a moment of this…" Owen said, the last sentence surprising even himself.

Teddy's eyes widened and filled with tears, "Okay, Owen...but what about Amelia? What will she think of that?"

Owen, again, considered his answer for a moment.

"I suppose it doesn't matter, does it? I need to be here."