Author's Note: So, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction in...idk, a really, really long time. I wrote some Addex stuff ages ago, and like, one ER fic, but I can't remember my name or password so here I am, starting with a clean slate. Constructive criticism is welcome. I'm going to try to post at least a chapter a week, not sure how that's gonna go but it's good to have goals, right?

Chapter 2

"Look baby, there it is!" Amelia pointed to the stadium as they arrived, and Isla squealed and clapped excitedly. They parked the car and made their way to the pre-determined spot where Meredith, Nathan, and their three oldest children were waiting. As soon as Isla spotted them she wriggled out of Owen's arms and hurled herself at her favorite aunt.

"There's my little peanut!" Meredith gushed as she scooped her goddaughter up and plastered her face with kisses. "Are you excited?"

Isla nodded enthusiastically and pointed to her new jersey. "Look what I got! It's da Yankees!"

"I love it!" Meredith said before they went inside and located their seats, right on the third base line. They got situated with Nathan and the Shepherd kids in the front row and the rest of the group behind them, then Owen and Nathan jotted down what everyone wanted for lunch and headed to the concession stands.

Isla stood behind her cousins and chattered away at Zola until the guys returned with the food. Amelia pulled the girl up into her seat between herself and Meredith, then grabbed a bib from her purse. Isla immediately tried pushing it away. "No bib! I'm not a baby!"

"Do you want to get ketchup on your new shirt?"

"No, but I'm a big girl!" Isla whined.

"Isla Joy Hunt, if you're going to whine we'll go home right now," Amelia threatened. Owen snickered, knowing she would never follow through with it, and she elbowed him in the ribs.

"Come on lovebug, be a good girl for mommy and we'll get ice cream later," Owen bribed. Isla grinned and sat still long enough for the bib to be snapped around her neck. Before Owen could hand her her chicken tenders and fries, though, the players started taking the field and she jumped to her feet. "Oh! Look! Look! Dey're comin'! Hi! Hiiiiiiiiiii!" She waved to the player that stopped right in front of them, not caring that it was the Mariner's third baseman and not the Yankee's, and squealed when he waved back at her before turning his attention to warm ups.

"Oh my God," Meredith laughed. "I've never seen her this excited about anything."

"Right? At first I thought I was crazy buying tickets to a major league game for a three-year-old but this is so totally worth it," Amelia said before putting Isla back in her seat and giving the girl her food.

Throughout the game Isla watched intently and cheered enthusiastically every time someone got a hit. By the eighth inning her energy was waning, though, and she climbed up on Owen's lap. She held up until the top of the ninth, when she dozed off. By the end the game was tied and went into extra innings. "You wanna go?" Owen asked.

Amelia shrugged. "We're not working tomorrow. Might as well stay til it's over."

The game continued until one of the Mariners hit a homerun to win the game. The crowd erupted in cheers, startling Isla. "Shh, it's okay," Owen soothed as he rubbed his crying daughter's back. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Nathan stood up. "Hey man, if the weather's nice we'll cook out tomorrow. I'll give you a call," he said as scooped up Ellis, who had been out like a light since the bottom of the seventh.

"Sounds good." Owen waved and they made their way to the car. They drove towards home, Amelia reminding Owen that they needed milk as they neared the convenience store a few blocks from their house.

"I wanna go in!" Isla called from the back seat as they pulled into the parking lot.

"Baby, daddy's just going in for milk. Stay here with me."

"No, I wanna go in," Isla whined.

"It's late. You can go in next…" Amelia stopped to glare at Owen as he opened the back door and started unbuckling the toddler. "Owen! She can't get her way all the time!"

Owen just shrugged and grinned. "Maybe not with you…" he chuckled, leaving Amelia shaking her head as he walked away.

As soon as they got inside Isla wriggled away and started looking around, intrigued by all the candy and snacks. "Daddy, I want this!" She declared, picking up a box of chocolate donut holes.

"Okay, but you can't have any until tomorrow. You already had ice cream tonight. Now come on." He put a hand on the back of her head and guided her to the back of the store where the coolers were. He got the milk and just as they approached the register two men pulled out guns and started shouting at the cashier, who quickly pulled out a gun of his own. Before Owen could grab Isla and run away shots were being fired. He fell back as a bullet hit him in the abdomen, hitting his head on a shelf in the way down. The last thing he saw before passing out was his little girl crumbling to the floor next to him.

Okay, so that chapter was kind of rushed and pretty much trash, but let me know what you think. Chapter 3 is done. If I get 3 reviews by tonight I'll post it before I go to bed. If not, it'll be up tomorrow.

Also, where are the Shepherds actually from? I always assume New York because Derek and Addison went to school there, lived there, etc, but the more I think about it, the less certain I am that it's true. If I ever knew for sure, I've long forgotten by now.