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The house was empty. Meredith had gone back to work. Initially it had been something Amelia had cherished. She stayed in bed till late morning, then strolled down for food. Then lazed about for a while watching daytime TV.

She was eating a bowl of cheerios when the pain started. She winced, dropping her spoon into her bowl with a clang. With shaky hands she placed the bowl on the table in front of her and leaned back slowly. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, bracing through another twinge. She whimpered, her eyes burning. Suddenly hit by a wave of nausea, the pain was forgotten and she leapt up, speeding to the kitchen sink. She heaved, throwing up until all she could do was dry heave. She clutched the counter, groaning loudly as pain began to spike, a rope tightening around her stomach. She sank into the floor, crumpling, holding herself in a tight hug.

She cried aloud. "No.. no" she uttered, crawling slowly towards the living room, she paused halfway, feeling nausea wash over her. She clamoured up the wall, pulling herself onto her feet, still crouched, in fear she'd pass out. She stood there for a moment, feeling pathetic… and alone. She moved her hand up under her shirt, shaking as she cried, she didn't want to lose it. She hadn't felt so attached to the idea until this moment, or she'd purposefully tried to remain distanced from it… She couldn't lose it. She shuddered, her body dipping slightly towards the floor as she lost control of her muscles. She scanned the room for her phone, before moving cautiously to it. She slunk down to the floor with it in her hands, deciding the sofa was too far. She sobbed, eyes closing intermittently as she tried, with eyes blurring with tears, to find someone to call.

Owen. She saw his name clearly. Her breathing quickened at the thought of hearing his voice, seeing his face. Another stab of pain and she paused, holding her breath. She looked down at her phone again.

She knew if she had a clear head, she'd be fighting herself out of this. She's find an excuse. But she was past that, she tapped his name and the call button and brought the phone up to her ear, lowering onto her side. She pulled her knees up towards her as she listened to the dial tone. Her sobbing became worse in anticipation. "Owen pick up" she whimpered. She almost didn't hear him through her own cries. "Amelia?"

"Owen" she cried,

"Amelia… what"

"Owen… I... I need you" she cried, curling up as pain rolled through her.

She could hear him panicking, things banging in the background. "You're at Merediths?"

"Yes" Her crying morphed to whimpering. "Owen…"

"I'm coming, okay, I'm on my way, don't do anything… I'm coming" he sounded so frantic.

"Owen…" she calmed herself, trying to breathe evenly.

"I'm at ours, I'll be there in ten minutes" she could hear the car door slamming.

"Be careful" her voice shook. He sat for a moment, willing his hands to stop shaking. "Owen I'm pregnant" he heard her say, almost too quiet to hear. "I'm… I'm scared… so so scared"

He looked down at his phone, tears forming in his eyes. "You…I'm coming, don't move okay" Owen fumbled with his keys, but suddenly a calm rolled over him. "You're pregnant" he said, mainly to himself. He shook his head, it all made sense. She groaned again as her stomach cramped.

He was there in no time, racing from the car and up the garden, bursting through the door. "Amelia!?"

"Owen" looking up at him from the floor, she wept at the sight of him. He fell to his knees beside her, worry contorting his features, tears falling. He heaved her up and against him. They cried together. Owen rocked her, smoothing his hand across her back. She moaned, crumpling against him. "Owen…" He kissed her head, inhaling her scent. "Hospital" he said, moving his arms around her. She held him tight, clammy hands clasped behind his neck as he walked to the car. He felt afraid, but he also couldn't shake the feeling of joy, at having her back, and knowing her reasoning, and at the prospect of her being pregnant, albeit unsoundly. He had her back.

She kept apologising at first, as they pulled away from Merediths.

"I know I should have told you" she grimaced and rubbed her stomach. He watched her.

Eyes on the road, he soothed her, taking her hand and squeezing it. "I'm sorry Owen…. I'm sorry, I love you" she was frantic.

"Amelia, stop, stop… breathe… I don't want the apology, I don't need it… I get it now, I get it" They stopped at some lights. "It's okay"

She nodded, flinching as pain grappled her again. She squeezed his hand.

Owen pushed Amelia into the ER. In any other circumstances she would be mortified, but she didn't care. "Oh my god…" she heard someone say, maybe April. She heard Owen tell someone she was pregnant. Amelia had her eyes squeezed shut, "I'm gonna be sick…" she mumbled. Someone heard her and a bowl was placed on her lap. She held the bowl, but nothing came. Sighing, she let it fall to the floor.

"Amelia" Owen said smoothing her hair back, pulling her gaze to his. "Onto the bed…" he said, she became aware of her surroundings. Owen helped her up and sat her onto the bed. She saw she was in an ER side room, Arizona was just behind Owen, scanning her analytically. April was on the other side of the bed, her back turned organising equipment. Suddenly everyone moved in and she no longer had control of anything happening. She was laid back, wires attached, skin revealed, hands pressing. She looked around searching for eyes, and she found them. "O" she whispered, he leaned down and kissed her, kissing her tears. "It's okay" he said, smoothing his palm around the side of her face, gently drawing her hair from her cheeks with the tip of his fingers. She nodded.

"Amelia…" Arizona burst their bubble. "Everything is okay" She said, indicating with a head tilt towards an image on a machine. Amelia watched the image, seeing their baby's fluttering heart. She looked down to where Arizona was pressing firmly onto her stomach, assuring herself that it truly was her uterus on the screen. "Are you sure" her voice came out more shaky than she expected. Arizona smiled sympathetically, "Everything is just right" she said, looking up at Owen, who stood tearfully transfixed with the image.

"The pain is just your uterus expanding, all the muscles accommodating, it can be very painful in some women" Arizona was nodding. The couple stared at the screen, frozen, their hands joined. "Is this the first time you have seen it?" Arizona questioned, knowing the faces. Owen looked down at Amelia, unsure, "Yeah…" he said, she looked up at him. Her eyes were wide, with fear and wonder. She nodded. "I'll print you some pictures."

Left alone in the room, just the two of them, they fell quiet. Stunned. Owen was suddenly overwhelmed by fear. He sat down on the bed, taking both of Amelia's hands, looking into her eyes, unwavering. "Amelia… I'm in this okay… I'm in this with you… for good, tell me everything, and anything… just…" her held her gaze, even as his eyes welled with tears. "Just don't go again… please never do that again." She cried, her lip curling, guilt panged her. She nodded emphatically, reaching for him. They held each other tightly. Wires branched out from her arms, the rhythmic beat of her heart was constant in the background. She pulled back, looking into his eyes "I promise you, I won't run." she nodded again and he mirrored her, smiling. "Take me home."

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