I think this is my favorite story so far and also the longest. I had so many ideas for the ending; it took me a while to decide which route to go. I hope you all enjoy this little nugget of fluffy fluff.

Gently shaking him awake, Amelia yawns and says, "Can you take her for a minute?"

He sits up, rubs his eyes, and turns to his left to catch the pink bundle being dropped softly into his arms.

"Thank you, I'll be right back"

He looks over at the clock and it reads 2:48am. What the hell is she doing?

Looking down at his baby girl, he can't help but smile. She's his carbon copy. She is the sweetest little ginger baby, with blue-gray eyes and fair porcelain skin. Yes, she is only 21 days old, but he knows she already has him wrapped around her finger, just like the other two ladies in his life.

Hearing a slight whimper, he leans over to peek into the pink bassinet resting on his side of the bed. "Shh, Shh, it's okay Olivia, please don't wake up. Please." He rests his hand on her back and it doesn't help, within seconds, she is wailing and he gives a sigh. Being careful to not wake Isabella too, he scoops up Olivia and cradles her in his right arm. Rocking her gently, he is able to calm her. Her tear-filled eyes look right at him and if it's possible, he falls more in love with this dark-haired beauty.

He glances back and forth to his babies and is amazing at the abilities of genetics. Two baby girls born 22 minutes apart, to the same mother and father, yet, couldn't even pass as cousins. He lay back on the pillows and gently rocked both babies, basking in the silence.

A flash of light fills the room and he looks around, confused. Then he spotted Amelia in the doorway, balancing a plate in one hand, and holding her phone up in the other.

"Sorry, I had to, do you even realize how adorable you look right now?"

He laughed, softly, not wanted to jostle the babies too much. She walked towards the bed with her phone turned so he could see the picture. His hair was going in three directions and he had spit up on his shirt, but his eyes were full of love, gazing upon his girls. Forgoing the trek around the bed, Amelia holds her plate high and climbs up and over Owen, plopping down on her side of the bed.

"Easy there, Turbo, don't want to wake them up yet. Still another hour before feeding."

"Did you just call me Turbo? That's a new one," she laughs.

"I know. It was the first thing that came to mind. You are far too awake for 3 am, by the way."

"Sorry. I was hungry. And I realized we never ate dinner, so put those babies down and eat with me." She smiles and he gets up off the bed. Sliding both babies into the same bassinet, he can't help but beam when they adjust to the new position and link hands.

"Quick, gimme your phone, we need a picture of this!" He makes sure to turn the flash off and snaps a picture. Showing her, she replies, "Oh, I definitely need to post that one. My sisters will love it."

Handing her back the phone, he leans over and kisses her. "I love you, and yes, I am starving too. What did you make for us, Chef Amelia"?

"I hope you like peanut butter and jelly, because it's all we got. I think we need to hit the grocery store tomorrow because seriously, we have nothing left in that fridge."

"It doesn't matter if it's PB and J or caviar, as long as I get to enjoy it with you."

He holds up the sandwich, bringing it to her mouth and she leans in for a bite. Her moan takes Owen by surprise.

"What the-?" his face shows a look of bewilderment.

"Sorry, it feels like I haven't eaten in days. I might be able to compare this to an orgasm."

"My competition is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? I can't believe this" He throws his hands up in fake defeat.

"Don't worry, O, you'll always be my number one! With any luck…" she smirks at her addition of 'with any luck'.

He pushes across the bed, pulling her into a heated kiss.

God, I missed this.

Since month 6 of her pregnancy, she refused to let him touch her or even look at her unless she was fully clothed or underneath the blanket. She claimed she felt like a 'fat whale' and just wasn't up for anything but occasionally holding hands. It had been a long time for both of them and they needed it. Taking care of babies is stressful; this was just a way to ease the tensions.

Realizing they were getting carried away, Owen broke the kiss. He gazed into her frustrated eyes. He would never get tired of looking into those eyes.

They both just sat there, breathing heavily.

"Much, much better than peanut butter" she deadpanned.

He puffs out his chest. "That's what I thought".

Her eyes move down his chest, to the bulge in his pants. "Should I-do you want me to take care of that?"

Suddenly, shy Owen made an appearance and he couldn't look her in the eyes anymore. "No, you don't- it's fine, really. It'll go away. I just-I just need a minute. It's fine."

Placing her hand on his upper thigh, "Owen, I can, I mean I want to, really, it's my fault for starting this mess, I should finish it"

"Mess? What mess?"

"Well, it all started with me getting knocked up…" she trails off.

"Amelia, you 'getting knocked up' was not your fault, pretty sure I had a very equal, very pleasurable part in that. This," he says pointing downward, "is not a mess. It is far from it. I love you, Amelia Shepherd."

With tears in her eyes, she embraces him and he reciprocates.

"Owen, I'm sorry, I blame it on the hormones. They are making me so emotional and not myself," she whispers.

"I know, shh, it's okay. There is no reason to be sorry." He kisses the top of her head.

"God, I missed hugging you, kissing you, feeling you, holding you," she hums.

"Ditto" is his only response.