I spent the majority of the next three days wrapped up in Owen's arms, completely forgetting that I wasn't a permanent resident of Seattle yet. I left Arizona's house after the first night to stay with him, with the promise of going back on my last night to watch princess movies with her and Sofia, who, although she didn't remember me from the times Callie and Arizona had taken her to work before I'd moved, had warmed up enough to curl up in my lap with her bowl of popcorn. I stroked her hair absentmindedly, pretended to ignore Arizona taking pictures of us and blowing up my phone with Facebook notifications, and wished that I had fought harder with Callie to Skype with her more often. She was a year old when I'd left. I could have watched her start to grow up. Maybe she'd know me better. Who would have guessed that I'd be needing all the baby time I could get?

You two look comfy, Arizona texted from the other side of the couch. Just think, this will be you in a few years. How does Owen feel about princess movies?

Honestly? I typed back. He probably knows more about them than I do. He grew up with Megan and a mostly stable home life. I grew up with two parents who were against gender stereotypes, a ban on princess movies, and no siblings. He'd be all over the cuddles though. That's all we've been doing for the past few days. Add a baby to that and he might just melt.

You're lucky, she responded. That baby is going to have the BEST dad. And I guess you're pretty great, too. That sucks about the vendetta against princesses, though. You missed out. Sofia ADORES you, by the way. She doesn't want you to go to Germany, even though I promised you were coming right back.

Unconsciously, I held Sofia a little tighter.

I don't want to go back, so that makes two of us.

"Bedtime, baby girl," Arizona said as the credits started. "Hey, which princess was your favorite?"

Sofia slid off of my lap and stood up to follow Arizona upstairs.

"Rapunzel," she said with a smile. "From Tangled. She looked like Aunt Teddy."

"That," Arizona said, "is the ultimate compliment. Trust me. We watched Frozen and I always ask if I can be Elsa, and she always says no. Even when I braid my hair."

"Because you do two braids," Sofia argued. "Elsa only has one."

"I'll do one braid next time, I promise. Sof, wait," she called. "Goodbye hugs, remember?"

Sofia turned around from where she had started to go up to bed and launched herself into my lap.

"Come home soon, okay? You haven't seen all the princesses yet."

"I will. I promise."

I watched Arizona take her hand and go upstairs with her, and my hand unconsciously came to rest on my stomach. In eight years, that could be my own family. But in eight years, Owen and I would also be pushing fifty, so I shook that thought away with a laugh. We would cross that bridge when we came to it.

"I wish you'd been around when she was a toddler," Arizona said as she came back downstairs. "I know you Skyped with us, but it wasn't the same. That's such a fun age. You and Owen are going to have such a great time. Wait. You and Owen are a thing now, right?"

"We're not a thing," I answered, "but we're not not a thing."

"Do you think he's going to propose? Eventually, I mean. Not right away. Poor Owen, marrying women has kind of become his trademark. You're different, though. Whether he's known it all this time or not, I think you're everything he's ever wanted. And I know you want him. That's how we became friends, remember? When I wanted you to stare at something besides his face? That was our first girls' night."

"And here we are ten years later, and I'm still staring at his face."

"Teddy, he loves you." Arizona's voice dropped to a more serious tone. "At work the past few days…you have no idea how long it's been since he looked this happy. For what it's worth, I think you can trust him."

"So…moving in with him right away. It won't be a mistake?"

"You say that like you haven't been a married couple since the day you met. You're going to be fine living together. Hey, you get to call yourself Owen Hunt's girlfriend. You've wanted that for longer than I've known you."

"True," I said, laughing. "He was just always involved when I was available. This is the first time that we've both been single at the same time; can you believe that?"

Before Arizona could answer, the doorbell rang, interrupting us—Owen was supposed to pick me up on his way home from work.

"Hi, ladies," he said as Arizona opened the door for him. "Robbins, how was movie night?"

"Good! Sofia decided that Teddy's her favorite princess. I'd call that a success."

"Princess, huh? So that makes you…Princess Desert Storm Barbie?"

"Hey," I fired back. "Doctor Princess Desert Storm Barbie."

"Okay, Doctor Princess Desert Storm Barbie. Are you ready to go home yet? I want you to get some sleep before you fly back tomorrow."

I stood up and Arizona pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thanks for coming back to me. It's lonely here without you."

I felt my eyes fill with tears as she gave me one last squeeze, but I did not let them fall—I was nowhere near far enough into the pregnancy to give in to the hormones that easily. Instead, I forced a smile, took Owen's outstretched hand, and walked with him to the car.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're not thrilled to be going back to Germany," he said as he backed out of Arizona's driveway.

"What was your first clue?"

"Just think of all the things you're going to have to look forward to. Would that make it easier? You have to get through the next three weeks. You'll be packing, finishing up work, calling me if you get bored…it'll be over before you know it. You can do that, right?"

I soon found out that it was easier said than done. My Attachment Barbie past had come back to haunt me. I spent the rest of that night sleeping so lightly that Owen's breathing kept waking me up. I had spent four days in Seattle feeling more at home and more loved than I had in years. Affectionate by nature, it had been hard for me to spend six years in Germany with no one close to me, no one I could reach out and feel next to me in the middle of the night if I felt alone. For three nights, I had fallen asleep with Owen holding me close, and for the life of me, I didn't know how I was going to sleep without him when I got back.

He drove me to the airport the next morning, pretending not to notice that I was a hormonal mess. It was harder to leave knowing that he wanted me to stay as much as I did. We walked in silence to the entrance of the security line—I was terrified that if I tried to speak, I would start to cry.

"Three weeks," Owen said, leaning down to kiss me. "We can do this. You'll have a tiny little baby bump when you get back. We can start looking at houses and arguing over names and paint colors for the nursery. We've got this."

"We've got this," I whispered, leaning into his chest for one more hug and closing my eyes. He held on tight to me, and rested his lips on the top of my head.

"You go and you be great," he whispered back, and the tears that had been taunting me all morning finally spilled over. He always said that when I left. "And then come back to me."

I tilted my head up to kiss him again and then he was gone, and I was in the airport alone. My phone buzzed as soon as he was out of sight:

Hey, you. Have a good flight. Miss you already.

You and I, I typed back, are NEVER living in separate countries again. Please. Not EVER. Deal?

Deal.

I had just put my phone away when he texted one more time:

Btw. You're starting to get pregnancy brain. I thought that was a myth until you put your passport in the refrigerator yesterday morning. Passport is in the outside pocket of your purse. I HOPE your phone is in your hand. For some reason, you got your sunglasses back out last night and put them on top of my dresser. They're the yellow ones that you love, so I know damn well you'll be pissed if you don't have them. They're back in their case, in your suitcase. SLEEP on the plane. It'll be morning in Germany when you land. This should make the jet lag easier to deal with. Call me when you're on the ground. I don't care what time it is in Seattle. Call me. Love you.

Don't know what I'd do without you, I said, adding an eye roll emoji for good measure. Love you, too.

I did as I was told, and rested my head against the window with my eyes closed until we landed in Germany. Owen was right—the sunrise was blinding and I was still exhausted, but sleep had helped.

"Good morning—I think," Owen said when, as I promised I would, I called him.

"Morning's an understatement. You should see the sun right now. Let's just say that I'm glad you found my sunglasses."

"And now you have the whole day ahead of you."

"Whole day ahead of me to resign from MEDCOM and start packing," I said. "And call my real estate agent. I am so glad this place came furnished. This makes my life so much easier."

"How do you feel?"

"Slightly better than the day we made waffles. Worse than when you dropped me off at the airport."

"Do you want me to come see you? I can get someone to cover my shifts and come take care of you."

"I'm fine. I promise. You said it yourself, it's only three weeks. Do you really want me getting that clingy? I thought my independence was something you always loved."

"It is," he admitted. "You are independent with attachment issues. You are truly a mystery to me."

"I can't believe you're making fun of me while I'm a whole ocean away."

"I'll keep making fun of you when you come back. You don't have to worry about that at all."

"Shouldn't you be going to bed?"

"I just wanted to check on you one more time."

"We made it six years. We can make it three more weeks," I said, hanging up with one final "love you." But I wasn't so sure. I got back to my apartment, opened the door, and was smacked in the face with how little it looked like home now. I had been so proud of how I had decorated it—everything was modern and color coordinated and I had Skyped Owen as soon as I had finished to show it off. But it looked wrong. It looked lonely. It had never been more obvious that I was the only one who had ever lived there.

I still had time before I left for work, so I grabbed my pink blanket and went right back to the window where Owen and I had watched the snow, and it was all I could do not to call him back right then.

Are you still up? I texted instead. I didn't want to call if he wasn't.

Yeah. Are you okay?

I'm on the couch by the window. It's not snowing anymore. And this blanket is too big for one person.

Well, yeah, of course it is. It was on your BED. Is this secret code for 'I miss you?'

Maybe.

You're impossible, he answered. But I miss you, too.