Owen's house really had come together since he moved in, it felt like a home not just a house, a home he could fill with a wife and a bunch of kids. Every time he would FaceTime me over the years, showing me what he had done with the place over time, part of me always wondered if I would live in that home with him someday. But, Amelia had come into the picture, they married and I put that thought to rest.

But now here I was after all of this time, standing in his foyer, four months pregnant with his child, watching him set my things down and get situated.

"Make yourself at home." Owen smiled, taking my coat.

"Okay," I breathed nervously, kind of like I had when Meredith invited me to stay with her for the day and help her bake cookies.

I slowly made my way into the living room, settling down on the couch, it felt good to finally get off my feet. I was so exhausted, my eyes heavier than they've ever felt, I closed them just for a second. A second was all it took.

"Hey," I heard Owen softly say. He was knelt beside me on the couch.

"Hey, sorry I just had to close my eyes for a second." I said a little embarrassed.

Owen laughed, "Try an hour and a half, Teddy."

"What?! I fell asleep for an hour and a half?" I asked, shocked.

"Yup. You were exhausted, and I don't blame you. Its been a hell of a day and on top of it you're growing a tiny human." Owen said.

I couldn't help it. My hand went to my stomach and I smiled, looking down at it and giving it a little rub.

"Our tiny human." I said smiling.

Owen got up and joined me on the couch, and placed his hand atop mine. I felt a wave of comfort as we looked down at the slight curvature of my stomach. Our baby was right here with us and everything felt okay, my nervous energy dissipated.

The next morning a beautiful sunrise woke me as the light shone through the curtains. I smiled at the sight, not only that I felt completely refreshed. I had the best sleep I've had since coming back to Seattle, ironically in Owen's house, where I had been so nervous about staying. But it really hadn't been all that weird. The night before we talked for hours after my nap about...everything. Germany, Amelia, the kids, our baby, when I found out I was pregnant, everything.

We were finally starting to understand one another again, and get back to normal at least with out friendship, which is what I missed the most.

"Hey, you're up," Owen smiled looking up from his iPad and putting down his cup of coffee as I stepped into the kitchen, "Coffee?" He asked.

"Decaf, please." I smirked.

"Right," Owen laughed, "That must be killing you." He said getting up from the table.

I laughed and put a hand to my belly, "it's worth it."

"So, did you sleep okay, were you comfortable?" He asked while preparing the coffee.

"Best sleep I've had in weeks." I said taking a seat.

"Good," Owen smiled.

It was silent for a bit while Owen got my cup of coffee together.

"So, Owen, I was thinking," I broke the silence, "What do you think about accompanying me to an ultrasound today?, It'd be the first one I've had since Germany."

Owen froze for a second and turned around.

"You'd be comfortable with that?" He asked carefully.

"Of course. Owen, this is your baby too. I want you to be there for everything...I feel guilty you've already missed so much." I said looking down.

"Hey, hey don't feel guilty," He said coming over to me, "Sure, I would have loved to be with you when you found out you were pregnant, for the very first doctor's appointment. But, I'm here now and we still have so long to go and you know what the best part is?"

"What?" I replied.

"We're going to have this little life we created to love and enjoy for the rest of our lives." Owen said brushing away the tears rolling down my cheeks, "So in other words, I would love to accompany you today."

God he was going to be such an amazing dad.

"So, are you in the mood for a nice big breakfast to start your day and get your mojo going?" Owen asked.

"Mmmm, I could eat any and everything," I laughed, "What did you have in mind?"

"Your favorite. Sunny side up eggs, pancakes and crispy bacon drowning in maple syrup." He smirked.

"That sounds amazing," and considering I was feeling no nausea whatsoever I added, "the baby definitely agrees." I said.

Owen whipped up the most amazing breakfast. I had been eating well but definitely not as much as I should have. Because of the nausea, hormones and nerves I'd been battling my appetite had been suffering and I was only eating one meal a day, throwing in a protein bar everyday for breakfast. I felt guilty about not giving my baby the nourishment it deserved. I shamelessly devoured my meal within minutes and Owen was cracking up, calling me a "savage mama bear," playfully.

I was, and it felt good. Being in his presence, in his home felt good. It felt right. Finally. And today, we were finally going to see our baby, together.