Wildly inappropriate, Owen...

It was the last sentence (if you could call it a sentence) Amelia had uttered under her breath before she'd drifted off to sleep next to a quite peeved (putting it mildly) Owen Hunt. "Wildly inappropriate?" He'd asked in return. But it had been minutes after the statement had already been made and Amelia had already been sound asleep by then. Needless to say, she didn't answer.

Was it wildly inappropriate to invite his best-friend-past-lover-nearly-baby-momma over for breakfast at his house where his ex-wife-current-partner-semi-baby-momma would also be?

Yeah...perhaps it was. He had known that the minute he'd suggested it to Teddy. But he didn't want her to feel like he was leaving her (again). He very selfishly wanted Teddy around him...he wanted to be near her...and in order for her to be around him, and for him to simultaneously be a father to Leo...Teddy would need to be at his house at some point...

And really, at the end of the day, did he have a choice? If he wanted this to work (and he did...want this to work), Amelia and Teddy and Leo and unborn baby and well, himself, would have to be in the same room. Coexisting. Getting along. Parenting...together?

Oh jesus...how was this going to work?

Owen didn't sleep. His mind reeling with questions throughout the night. He got up when Leo cried, letting Amelia nuzzle back under the covers. He rejoined her and continued to toss and turn. Finally, the moment he shut his eyes and drifted off, he heard something coming from the front entry - a knock maybe? No - too quiet, and too early (still dark) for Teddy.

Amelia groaned and turned away from him, "Good god, Owen, how early did you tell her to come?"

OK. Teddy...maybe.

"So you heard that too?"

He could practically hear her eyes roll. "Yes I heard that. Someone's at the door. Assuming it's your S.M…" she said into her pillow.

Owen flung the covers off himself in frustration, "My what?"

"Ess, Emm," Amelia repeated loudly, with dramatic enunciation. "SM! Soul mate," she laughed bitterly.

"Ahh," Owen scoffed, matching her mood, "Clever, Amelia," he added as he yanked on some pajama pants and an Army T-shirt.

"I do what I can," Owen heard Amelia mutter sarcastically as he exited the bedroom and made his way to the front door. He jogged down the hallway, perking up in anticipation.

Another partial knock came just as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry," Teddy said as soon as her face came into view, her hand still up in a fist, "I know you said breakfast... but I have early morning rounds - Have to make a good impression on Pierce, right? And I know the sun's barely risen and honestly, I shouldn't even be here but...I couldn't sleep and I didn't want you to feel like I didn't want to come. Because I do! I do want to be here with you and...meet Leo. And I'm okay with Amelia being around, you know, I get that you're together and-"

"Teddy," Owen interrupted, a sleepy smile occupying his face, "Take a breath."

Teddy audibly took a breath. "I'm sorry."

Owen pulled the woman from the doorway into his side and she accepted without resistance, melting into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head compulsorily, "Relax," he said into her hair, "don't apologize. I'm glad you're here."

And he meant it.

But Teddy didn't relax. She couldn't. She was functioning on zero sleep. She was extremely nauseous (per usual), and her nerves were on another level completely.

"Good morning, Teddy," Amelia's perturbed voice came from somewhere behind the embracing couple.

Teddy jumped back towards the door and away from Owen's side as if she'd been stung.

"G-Good morning, Amelia!" she responded, a hastily perky grin pasted on her face.

Owen shot Amelia a glare and she shrugged as if to say OK, I'll play nice.

She puttered into the kitchen, "Coffee anyone?"

"Teddy can't have coffee, Amelia," Owen said hastily (haughtily?) "She's pregnant, remember?"

"Hmm yes, I do recall something about that..." Amelia laughed. Teddy grimaced. It didn't sound malicious, she had to admit...just tense? Comedy to mask pain, perhaps? That made sense to her. A coping mechanism she actually shared with the other woman, in fact.

Teddy eyed Owen nervously and he shook his head. So little being said aloud, yet so much clearly being communicated. An uncomfortable silence enveloped the three adults.

"So-" said one of them, but it didn't matter who, because a babies' shrill cry interrupted and sent an edgy Owen running. And leaving the two woman alone and fidgety.

Great.

Teddy bravely (yet hesitantly) rounded the side of the kitchen to join Amelia, "Maybe some herbal tea?" she suggested with a shy smile. She'd like to say it was her way of offering an olive branch but honestly her stomach could use really use something settling. It audibly churned and grumbled. Amelia heard and she eyed Teddy warily.

Teddy tried to smile again, "that's normal," she muttered, but her hand clutching her abdomen said otherwise and the other hand gripping the countertop certainly said otherwise.

"Yeah," Amelia said quickly, "of course," she added, offering an apologetic purse of her lips.

She hurried around the kitchen, collecting the tea and starting the kettle. Teddy just watched, content in simply trying to hold herself together. Sweat beads gathered on her brow.

Owen chose this moment to show up in the doorway, a sleepy Leo attached at his hip, clutching the collar of Owen's shirt.

"Tea," Amelia said simply, not even looking up from her task. She just could sense his presence, Teddy noticed.

"Good choice, I'll have some too," Owen smiled. He set Leo down in his high chair and Teddy watched as Amelia gathered cheerios and cut up banana slices for the child's breakfast. They moved around each other in silent efficiency. Owen cleaning up after Amelia as she went. An established routine. A family routine. One that Teddy clearly wasn't a part of. One that she of course, couldn't be a part of. Not while she was in love with a man who was in love with another woman. Who had a child with this other woman. But then...she had a child too...or would have, soon enough, with said man. God, what a mess. She could feel her stomach bile rising...or was it something else. Hold yourself together, Theodora.

"What was that?"

Had she said that out loud?

She clutched the counter tighter. Nausea building. Hold it together… Her eyes darted around the room for an escape path. A bathroom? Maybe she could just make a break for it out the back and it wouldn't be that...odd? Would it? Fuck. It would. It really would.

"Can I have some of those?" She asked instead, pointing to Leo's cereal. Brilliant.

Amelia furrowed her brow in confusion, "The cheerios?" she asked.

"Mhm," Teddy nodded, she could barely reply. Her throat was tight with emotion or bile...or both, probably.

Owen stood from where he was sitting next to his son, who was obliviously babbling squeals of cuteness. "Teddy, you okay?"

Amelia was now passing a bowl of cheerios toward the woman, who she had to admit, was as white as a sheet. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. She snatched up the bowl.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Teddy muttered, "Just perfect," she said, shoveling a handful of the dry cereal into her mouth.

"Really? Because-" Amelia took a step towards Teddy, who was visibly starting to slump forward. The blonde waved her hand to stop her. The last thing she needed was to empty the contents of her stomach all over Owen's... wife. (Ex-wife? Girlfriend? Focus, Teddy.) But Amelia didn't take the hint. She continued to step towards her, her arms outstretched just in case the woman were to fall (which is looked like she could, at any moment, in fact).

It all happened rather quickly, after that.

Teddy tried to chew the cereal in her mouth but her couldn't - her hand flew up to her mouth, the cheerios she'd barely chewed making a second appearance as they sputtered across the kitchen counter. She gasped for air, sobbing out suddenly, her emotions completely out of control. Tears slid turbulently down her porcelain checks (that had turned quite red and blotchy). She tried to then apologize but all that came out was a warbled jumble of sounds and wheezes. And more cheerios.

It was all just too much. She shouldn't have come. She just loved this stupid man so feverishly and senselessly, it hurt. And here he was with a whole other family that had just well...sprouted in the three months since she'd been with him. It was just too real now. Here they were. Living. Happily. In front of her. She felt like a sore on the bottom of a foot. Unwanted, unnecessary. Painful. She didn't belong. Anywhere. But especially not here. Her being pregnant was more of a nuisance than anything. She captured Owen's stunned gaze and crumpled further.

She turned towards the counter, slumping over the sink in unbearable mortification.

Ohmygod...

"Christ," Amelia announced, gripping Teddy by the arm with one hand and moving the other towards her back, rubbing it in gentle, circular motions, "You're okay," she chanted softly in Teddy's ear - which honestly, just made her cry more.

"Teddy…" she heard Owen say from across the room. But she couldn't bare to turn and face them. The baby was probably staring at her as if she was down right insane. The baby wouldn't be wrong.

"Just hormones," Teddy managed, waving her hand haphazardly in the air.

"Here," Amelia spoke softly, "Let's get you to a chair," leading her away from the kitchen and towards the dining room. Teddy let her, being that she couldn't quite see through her swollen eyelids in the first place.

Once Amelia felt she had guided Teddy effectively, she took the chair next to her, found the other woman's hand and gripped it tight.

"I'm sorry," Amelia whispered.

Teddy finally found the courage to look up, meeting the brunette's gaze, "You're sorry?" she croaked, wiping wet cereal from her own mouth. The two looked at each other a moment longer and then Teddy started laughing... Amelia joining in just as abruptly. Soon they were both in unmanageable hysterics!

What a scene: two women cackling in wild abandonment and two boys just staring in stupefied wonder.