A/N: I'm starting to fall in love with my own version of how this should have gone...

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They were lying on the carpet now, side by side in front of the floor to ceiling window, the bright Seattle skyline illuminating in the distance. Owen hadn't removed his hand from Teddy's stomach for the last hour. She had been right, after the pizza it was now overly apparent that she was carrying his child, her abdomen suddenly quite soft and rounded. It had made him more dizzy with excitement than he'd imagined. Teddy was now laughing uncontrollably because Owen had just insisted he had felt the baby kick.

"You most certainly did not, Owen. I'm only 16 weeks, that's impossible," she grinned, turning her head to face him.

"It's not impossible," he insisted, an odd mixture of seriousness and wonder crossing his brow, "because I felt her."

Teddy's smile slipped from her lips and she pulled them in to chew uncomfortably. "Her...you think so?" she asked innocently, genuinely intrigued because she had been been thinking the same thing all along. She had chalked it up to a mother's intuition but he thought their baby was a girl too? She wondered why. Part of her thought maybe it was because Leo was a boy...so he had his boy. Would he only want a girl? Would he favor Leo as his first if the baby she carried was also a boy? She tried to push that insecurity to the side. You're being ridiculous. People had two children all the time, more even, and they didn't favor one over the other...did they?

"Oh," he responded lightly, as if he hadn't realized he'd been speaking this whole time. As if he hadn't realized he'd been touching her body this whole time. As if he hadn't realized he'd had her heart clenched within the palm of his hand. This. Whole. Time. "I didn't even realize I'd said her," he admitted simply.

Teddy's eyes filled with tears and she turned her head towards the window, pulling her legs up so that her feet rested firmly on the ground, she was feeling light headed. Her emotions these days were entirely out of her control. Her body acting without permission from her brain. Both her hands landed on top of Owen's one hand, which she now realized felt like was searing heat through her undershirt. Curse these hormones, she always felt on the brink of crying hysterically.

"I just can't believe this is real," Owen whispered. His voice was hot in her ear. She breathed deeply to try to calm herself, but the smell she inhaled - his scent - only drove her more crazy. Every sensation was heightened. Things that were warm, burned her. She could nearly taste the sandalwood cologne he was wearing. She hated herself for being so weak when it came to him. Focus, Teddy, she chanted.

"I know," Teddy said finally, her words pinched tight in her throat, "I didn't think I'd be a mother in this life...it's so late for me," she admitted. Something she hadn't yet said out loud. She hadn't really even let herself feel pregnant up until this moment, really. Throughout the first trimester, she'd been holding her breath, thinking for sure she would miscarry. These last few weeks she'd been preoccupied with how to tell Owen. Not a moment had passed since she'd found out where she had let herself actually feel and accept the changes that she was going through.

"What else, Teddy?" Owen asked earnestly, drawing her away from her thoughts. His hand had begun to move in circles across her stomach, the fabric of her shirt was riding up, "tell me everything," he murmured. More circles. His fingers began to drum against her skin. Goosebumps appeared as they passed over again and again.

Teddy turned to face him again, her cheeks growing hot with with embarrassment, or was it lust?

"Like what?" she tried hard not to sound as breathless as she felt.

"How did you find out? How did you feel when you did? Were you scared? I want to know everything I missed..."

A momentary look of hurt crossed his face and Teddy felt guilty. Had she taken away something that was rightfully his? No, no...that can't be right.

"And I know I'm at fault for having missed it, Teddy. I'm not blaming you," he added, as if reading her mind. Teddy considered this a moment and then decided to speak. She'd tell him all that she could manage.

"After you left Germany, I was not myself...I kept replaying what had happened over and over again in my mind," Teddy started. She propped herself up on her elbows, turned to face Owen and steadied herself before continuing. "I was not sleeping well for weeks, pretty fatigued, emotionally drained...all things that about a month or two after you left could be explained away by a broken heart…"
Owen inhaled audibly, pain in his eyes. Teddy did not look away, she held strong and continued. "But then…" she hesitated, "please stop me if this gets to be too much…"

"It could never be too much," Owen said quickly.

Teddy was encouraged. "So then I was in the shower, and as I washed myself, I noticed my breasts were significantly swollen and it felt like...I don't know...razor blades slicing against them," Teddy admitted sheepishly, laughing a little at her own confession. "And I immediately knew. I didn't even need to take a test. It was crazy, I just had this very sure feeling, more sure than I have ever been about anything in my entire life. I just knew for a fact that I was pregnant. And it was odd, Owen, because you asked if I was scared? I wasn't, not right away any way. My immediate reaction was joy. Pure joy. How could anything more perfect ever exist? A baby, part yours and part mine..."

Owen smiled and reached for Teddy's hand. Teddy accepted and squeezed it gently.

"But then, shortly after, reality hit and I realized you may not feel the same way after...what happened. And so, selfishly, I ignored my intuitions for another few weeks. Pretending everything was normal. I didn't even go to the doctor to confirm until nine weeks, even though I think I knew at least three weeks before that…" Teddy paused and collapsed back onto her back, "God, I didn't think I would tell you that part," she said.

"I'm happy you told me all of that, Teddy," Owen replied, his voice low, "I need you to know how happy this makes me," he said caressing her more intently now. As he did, she felt a ripple, like an almost imperceptible wave travel inside of her.

"See," he said simply, "I felt that!" His face looked like a schoolboy who'd just learned how to add two numbers together for the first time.

"You did?" she asked. It seemed impossible, but she let them have the moment.

She let him turn his body to face her, she felt hers do the same. She let him rest his fingers at her hip bone, she let his other hand move a strand of hair from her face. She let him roll himself gently over the top of her, hovering just above so that their bodies were just an inch from touching. She let herself shudder, her chest heaving with desire. She let herself feel his body change against her, growing hard, but also soft with lust. She let his torso melt against hers...

She let his phone ring against her thigh. She let herself nod, when he asked permission to answer it.

She let him move away from her. Again.

She let him leave. Leo needed him...So said Amelia. She let him move towards the door.

She let herself agree to meet him in the morning for breakfast at his place. The morning. She wanted him to stay the night…

She let herself dissolve into a fit of gut wrenching, earth shattering tears when he shut the door behind him.

She did not let herself sleep.