Here it is people, I waited a couple of days to post it to be able to proof read the whole thing (it's pretty freaking hard to effectively proof read 7k words at once). I put the note up here because I wanted to say a couple of semi important things:

One being how I had a half idea to continue this. I don't know how exactly, if I should just turn this into a multi chapter or just write a series of one/two shots, my brain just swelled with all sorts of adorable ideas and I am so confused. Let me know what you guys think about that possibility because it's a very, very real possibility. It's not marked as complete because I haven't made any decisions in that regard. (plus I already have another multi chapter thingy going and I'm being the worst at updating, soz)

Secondly, if you didn't already know I take prompts on tumblr (indigowaterbears . tumblr . com), but I have so many I'm going to close my inbox in a few days to get some of those actually written, SO if you have anything you want to send please do and fast, especially if it's a really, really, original idea (I got a thousand about weddings and love declarations and naked encounters already, if you do write me be extra creative cos I'd love that.)

Finally, I wanted to thank all the insane amount of people who read and reviewed, really I wasn't expecting any of it. Let me know if this lived up to all your expectations and byee

Owen. In all this mess she'd completely forgotten about Owen. Frankly, he was the last person she wanted to see right now for so many reasons it was ridiculous. It still felt so awkward between them, especially when he broke things off with her and right after that her brother died and her whole world was turned upside down and he wanted to be close to her, but not too close. Now he was about to leave for God knows how long, without any guarantee that he would come back at all. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt that, if she was indeed pregnant, he was the father, for once in her life some things were easy and straight forward and she oddly found comfort in that. She looked at him and noticed the awkwardness in his stance. He'd come into the room in two confident strides and now he was looking at her like a lost puppy. His eyes were confused and sad and – as usual – sympathetic. Amelia realised, she probably wasn't looking too good, while she was surely feeling infinitely worse, there was no way she looked even fine. The silence was making the elephant in the room grow bigger and bigger and neither seemed to be willing to do anything about it. Amelia was dreading having to say anything to him, but lucky for her he pulled it together first.

Owen stepped closer to her bed, shifting a little on his feet. "I, uh – I heard you collapsed. I wanted to see how you were doing?"

Amelia bit her cheek. He didn't want to know. Not what she knew, blissful ignorance was the best approach and he should stick to that. She had no idea what to say, if there was anything to say to begin with. He was leaving tomorrow, so even if something was wrong, there wasn't much he could do about that. "I'm okay." Obviously that wasn't enough, but she appreciated how – out of feeling like it wasn't his place to press – Owen just stood there, not asking for more. She owed him more, she had to tell him this. "I'm… uh, I'm anaemic."

"Oh." His eyebrows furrowed, his medical degree told him that she might be telling the truth, yet not the entire truth. His commons sense, though, was urging him not to say anything.

She looked at him. The look in his eyes was making her so angry. Mostly at herself, but at him too. He was looking at her like he couldn't imagine looking at anything else, like he looked at her when she woke up in the morning in his trailer, like he did when he caught her eyes around the hospital – before it all went to hell. "What are you even doing here, aren't you supposed to be off to the desert tomorrow?"

Owen chuckled, but then processed her tone, she had a way of doing that. She could mean something, while saying something else entirely. He couldn't quite make out if it was anger, disappointment, irritation or Amelia trying to be neutral while all those things were boiling up under the surface. "I am." And, after all, it was a good thing that he'd come in. Or maybe not, Amelia was still fighting her instinct to bury today under the pile of crappy days she'd had recently. She couldn't do that – she didn't have to – not yet. She should tell him, but then again, tell him what? She didn't know anything herself and she shouldn't get his hopes up, or crush them, before she knew anything for sure.

The dilemma in her head died, however, when Arizona came back inside dragging along an ultrasound machine, sporting a smile too wide for comfort. Upon seeing Owen standing there, utterly oblivious to the connection between the two, she stopped in her tracks. "Hunt! I thought you were leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow. I already packed, so I came in."

She grinned, rising an eyebrow in Amelia's direction, quietly asking. When she nodded, Arizona sighed and held up her phone. "I have news and good news, which do you want first?"

Owen looked around, switching between the two of them, he knew perfectly well he was missing something here. He shouldn't have been here in the first place. He had no claim over Amelia apart from that of a concerned colleague, maybe even a friend. This was his cue to leave. "I should go."

Arizona nodded and smiled at him again. Amelia was trying to decide how much worse today could get. She knew there were about a million ways that could happen, but it was still getting worse and worse. Looking down at her hands, fiddling with the blanket on her bed she muttered quietly. "No, you should stay."

Owen's brow furrowed. The vibe he'd got from her literally two seconds earlier was to get out, not just out of the room, but out of this hospital and this country. Now she wanted him to stay. No, she didn't look like she wanted him to stay, more like he had to stay. He tried to catch her eyes, but she was fully intent on memorising the thread on the flimsy knit blanket she was holding. He looked at Arizona questioningly and found she had the same exact look on her face. Only, there was a spark in her eye.

"Oh… oh! Of course." She said, the implications of what just happened between those two downed on her. So many things were going through her head right now. Owen and Amelia. How was that not all over the hospital? It was basically a miracle. And this was just… Arizona was barely containing her excitement. The lost look on Owen's face and the faint blush on Amelia's cheeks was something she was never going to forget. "So which news do you want first?"

Amelia finally looked up, groaning at the overly chirpy look and Arizona's face. "Bad first."

Arizona frowned, but was still smiling widely, irritating Amelia beyond belief. "I never said it was bad, it's just news, which means you're going to decide whether it's good or bad-" Amelia raised her eyebrows, her patience was wearing so thin, she couldn't handle happy, cheerful people today. Or tomorrow. "You are definitely pregnant." Arizona said throwing a hesitating glance Owen's way, loving how his eyes bulged out the same as Amelia's had just a few minutes before. He turned to Amelia, but she was avoiding his eyes. "The better news is that you hCG levels are super high, which is good. Really good."

Owen was shocked. Astonished. Stunned. Amazed. His brain was dead. He couldn't think and he couldn't focus. The only thing he knew, the only thing he was sure about was that Amelia was pregnant. And… wow. He turned to her, finding her looking up at him shyly, with a grimace on her face. "Amelia…"

"Maybe I should give you guys a moment, I can come back later-"

"Please," Amelia turned to Arizona, glad – so glad for the distraction. "Can you do it now?"

Arizona nodded and glanced at Owen, who just shrugged. All the happiness and magical unicorn feelings and emotions she had up to a second ago were gone, poof, they had dissolved in the wind. She thought this was good news, awesome news, but apparently things weren't so easy here. For one she got the distinct feeling that Amelia and Owen, who she was about ninety-eight percent sure was the father in question, were not together and the tension in the room was bad enough that they didn't seem to be on good terms either. Suddenly, the mood changed. Everyone was silent and the tension was palpable. She set up the machine hitting the keys on auto pilot, she'd done it so many times now, it came automatically to her, without the need to employ higher functions. Owen walked to the other side of the bed and just stood there.

"Lift up your scrubs." she said gently, routinely even. She wasn't really sure what the atmosphere called for, granted pregnancy and bleeding didn't warrant for good news, she was confident she wasn't going to deliver really bad news. Not right now. Yet she had no idea if she should be happy or just neutral, if she should address just Amelia or both or neither. It was so confusing and awkward. When Amelia was done adjusting her scrubs for the ultrasound, she warned her feebly about the gel being cold and squeezed it on her flat stomach. Then she grabbed the probe and started moving it, desperately waiting for something to show up on the monitor.

Amelia leaned back and sighed. She was staring intently at Arizona's hand, gripping the blanket still with one hand when she pressed in certain spots. She knew Arizona was throwing apologetic glances her way, she couldn't help it. Still, she couldn't look. Her eyes moved briefly to Owen, she was as quick as humanly possible, hoping he wouldn't catch her doing so. Contrary to hers, his face was literally glued to the monitor. Of course he didn't know about the cramps and the bleeding and all the terrible things that, in her life, seemed to follow the good ones like a shadow.

His feelings were all over the place and he couldn't focus on anything other than that grainy image on the monitor. He couldn't look at Amelia, he'd seen how she was looking the opposite way, actively avoiding any image that would pop up. His heart was thumping in his chest, he could feel his blood pulsing all the way into his neck and in his temples and in his hands and he felt woozy, distracted and frozen in time, as if suddenly time had slowed down for him while it was speeding by for everybody else. He kept looking and looking, not even sure what he was hoping for to be honest. He didn't know what Amelia would want, he knew pregnancy couldn't be easy for her and in these circumstances it wouldn't be easy on anyone at all, so he was stuck. He didn't know what he wanted. Well, he did. He did because every single time Arizona changed the angle and a shadow appeared on the monitor his heart fluttered, he wanted it to be a baby. He wanted it to be his baby, or at least, what he assumed would be his baby, but Amelia wouldn't have told him to stay otherwise, so he was quite sure of that.

"There it is." Arizona smiled, taking her eyes away from the machine turning to her colleagues and friends and people she saw more than her own family. Her heart sank when she saw the look of complete love and admiration on Owen's face. She was no stranger to his quest to have children, how hard he fought and how much he lost, but this was obviously not how he'd imagined it would go. And he was leaving tomorrow. While Amelia was still not looking, eyes either on the ceiling or on the ultrasound probe. She looked back, it was most definitely a baby. "It looks perfectly fine, see I have the head and spine and you can see the heart…" when she got no reaction whatsoever from either parent, Arizona sighed. They should be happy, ecstatic, over the moon, but they weren't even looking at each other. In a last ditch effort to see smiles on their faces, even Amelia's, who was still not looking at the monitor, she tapped a few keys and moved the probe a little until a swooshing sound filled the room. "This is the little one's heartbeat. Strong and steady."

Owen was mesmerised. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and it didn't even look like anything actually discernible. It never made sense to him why people went crazy over ultrasound pictures, not when to him they just looked like something that came out of a broken printer, but this was amazing. All those feelings, warmth and happiness bubbling inside of him made him want to hug Amelia, to hold her so, so tight, but when his eyes moved to her she was still avoiding the screen and his face fell. So he sat on the bed earning a surprised look from her and he was about to stand again, but then she relaxed, letting her leg lay along his. That was as much comfort as she was allowing, but when he noticed her eyes tearing up hearing the heartbeat, he took her hand in his squeezing it, letting her know he wasn't just sitting there. When she squeezed back he smiled and turned his eyes back on the monitor, the sound of the heartbeat was fading, but Arizona's hand was moving around measuring and taking shots of all the angles. He was obviously lost in his daydreams because when she frowned he felt like his whole world fell apart. It wasn't just a frown, it was a classic doctor look, the one that said that not only something was wrong, but she was definitely not expecting it. On the monitor he noticed something that somewhat calmed him, but was beyond what his medical training allowed him. "What is that?"

Finally Amelia turned. She knew the tone of Owen's voice, she'd heard that so many times before while working together, this was what she'd been waiting for, a sign that something was wrong. She looked at the image on the monitor and just like Owen she was confused. There was a black shadow with a tiny white blob inside and another black shadow above it. As soon as Arizona moved around changing the angle, moving around the second black shadow, she felt as if she'd pressed on the source of all her pain. Amelia laid back, eyes closed, desperately trying to control her breathing. Her hand had Owen's in a death grip and when she opened her eyes she found him staring at her, with an overly concerned look on her face. She sighed. "Why does that hurt so bad?"

Arizona narrowed her eyes and then took an executive decision. "I'll finish here and then answer all of your questions, okay?" the look on their faces was anything but okay. "Just hang on for a couple of minutes." She had a suspicion and a very plausible one and a relatively good one for them. She looked around a bit more, measuring and trying her hardest not to push around too much, knowing Amelia was in pain. The more she looked, the more she felt relieved about this whole situation. Owen was still going back to war and Amelia's brother was still dead, but this was good news, this was finally something good. When she put back the probe on the machine, handing Amelia something to clean away the sticky gel, she took out the tablet and started putting in data and registering everything before turning to them. She needed one more second before she was ready to drown in questions and tears and more questions she couldn't answer. So, when she turned around, she held up a hand making sure they would listen carefully. She pointed at the monitor, where there was still up the image of the two black shadows. She pointed at the white blob. "This is your baby. It measures at about eight weeks and looks healthy, heartbeat is exactly what it should be and it overall looks perfect." Then she sighed, knowing she hadn't eased their worries and fears enough to allow them to take relief in that. "This is another amniotic sack, but as you can see it's empty. What happened here is what's called Vanishing Twin Syndrome, it's fairly common and in your case it poses no danger at all to your other baby, who is – again – in perfect shape. Your body should reabsorb all the tissue. That was the cause of all the bleeding and cramps. Questions?"

While she'd initially thought they would ask a myriad of questions, neither spoke. Not for a while, Owen's eyes were still stuck to the monitor, as if trying to memorise every single detail about it. Everyone was so engrossed in their own internal musings that when Amelia spoke she had to repeat the question. "I did have a miscarriage, then?"

Arizona's heart broke for her. She'd hoped this would be good news considering how, until a little while ago, they were both convinced she was losing it all. Still, she knew how hard it could be. "Technically, yes. You were pregnant with twins that's why your hCG levels were so high, but it's not an actual miscarriage-" from the look on Amelia's face she realised she wasn't doing a good job at making her feel any better. "This happens in about twenty percent of multiple pregnancies. While the causes are unknown, when this happens it generally means that there was something wrong to begin with, genetic abnormalities or developmental issues completely unrelated to you." She looked at her and took her hand, trying to get her full attention. "Amelia you didn't do this. There was nothing you could have done to prevent this and there was nothing you have done to cause this, it's quite obvious seeing as your other baby is completely fine."

For the first time Owen looked directly at Arizona, still keeping a firm hold on Amelia's hand. "What does this mean for the baby? Is there a chance…" he couldn't say the words, he tried to whip out his doctor voice, be focused and rational until he could allow himself not to be, but he couldn't. It had taken all of two minutes for him to get so emotionally attached to a shadow on an ultrasound.

Arizona smiled. "No, it should be over. We are going to check for a few days and keep a close eye on it, but as far as I can tell, everything is just fine."

Amelia, though, could only hear half of it, she'd lost her baby. Again. For some reason she'd thought it would hurt less like this, but right now it felt just as bad. Every time she tried to distract herself and find comfort in the fact that she was still pregnant with what looked like a healthy baby, she just didn't care. She couldn't care. Because it hurt so much to care, to finally let it start to sink in. The persistent pain in her abdomen was clouding her judgement and – desperately wanting to avoid crying – she laid back, closing her eyes. "I wouldn't count on that." She whispered.

Arizona saw how not only Amelia was feeling like this, but Owen's eyes were turned down to were – even if she could see it – they were still holding hands. "Hey, you guys. I know it still feels awful, but…" she took in a deep breath and took the probe again, lifting Amelia's scrubs back up, before either of them could object. She placed the probe again on her belly and in a few seconds a weird, orange shaped alien appeared on the monitor. "It's a bit too soon for a 3D ultrasound, but look here," she pointe with her fingers at the screen. "This is your baby. It's healthy and growing and looking just perfect. I understand how much the loss can hurt, I do, but that was inevitable, believe me it was nature doing its course. Right now you need to focus on this little peanut. Look, you can see the head and, if you squint, those are the eyes and look at that round belly." She smiled, relieved when she found two sets of eyes now glued to the image. "These are the teeny tiny arms and legs. Give it four weeks and you'll get to see the nose and the ears and all the fingers." When neither one spoke, she smiled and stopped talking herself, patting herself on the back for the awesome idea she'd just had. Sometimes working in a hospital had its perks. Finally they looked like they were both on the same page. She just wanted to sit there for a while and just look at them. They made her feel better, as if in some strange way she could absorb their latent happiness and excitement. This was good. So good. Suddenly, her pager went off – ER. "Well, I have to go-" when she turned she saw the look on their faces and knew that her presence was comforting to both, she was no stranger to that feeling you get when all the medical training just goes down the drain when you're the patient or someone you love is. "I will leave you guy with this, you know how it works, and you can just page me if you have anymore questions, okay?" they both nodded, when her pager beeped again. "Alright, alright I'm coming." she looked straight at Amelia. "You should take it easy for a couple of days, but do come in tomorrow so we can check the little one, just to make sure."

Amelia nodded and just stared at Arizona as she left the room, closing the door behind her. she couldn't dare turn to Owen. She couldn't face him, not when she didn't even know how she was feeling herself. She was fine, things were fine, she was handling her life so well lately and this was definitely going to ruin that. This was all sorts of unexpected and all sorts of wrong, wrong timing, wrong circumstances, wrong. Just completely wrong. How was she expected to be happy about being pregnant when she'd just lost a baby, she'd lost another already, she wasn't in a relationship and the father of her unborn child was going to be in a warzone tomorrow and be away for months. The only person who could be there for her and support her was gone, dead, forever leaving a huge void in her life. How was she supposed to get through this? Amelia couldn't think, couldn't breathe, her chest was heaving and air was coming out in shaky, uncontrollable sobs. Owen sat closer and pulled her up, snaking an arm around her waist and another behind her back. He was holding her tight and, she did noticed, it wasn't as tight as he used to, which made her feel even more alone, like he was keeping his distance from her. Only she realised, feeling the hand on her waist was barely touching her while the one holding her head, tangled in her hair, was keeping a strong, comforting hold, he was scared of hurting her, he was being as gentle as he could not to hurt her. "Owen…" she sobbed into his shoulder. She wanted to say something or, rather, she wanted him to say something, she wanted to know what he thought and how he felt about it. Instead, he just whispered calming words into her ear, holding her.

When her sobs started to die down, Owen didn't let go, he just moved his hand to her back, rubbing along her spine, trying to comfort her. The task was hard, but not impossible and he closed his eyes, breathing in slowly. Owen leaned his forehead on her shoulder and kept rubbing her back in regular motions. After what felt like an eternity he realised she wasn't crying anymore, her breath came out uneven and shaky, but she wasn't sobbing and he didn't feel new wet spots on his neck now. "Okay?" he managed to ask. She wasn't okay and he wasn't okay, this wasn't bad news, it was actually really good news, life altering good news. She shook her head against him and he just held her, caressing her hair, soothing her. He somehow managed, without jostling her around too much, to wipe his own tears before pulling back a little. He looked at her, his hands cupped her face, fingers swiftly moving her hair aside, thumbs wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks. When he looked into her eyes his heart burst with so many feelings it actually hurt, but – finally – a good kind of hurt. There was pride, so much pride, excitement, fear, worry, regret and, well, love. Their relationship was so undefined and difficult it was hard to just let go of what happened and be happy together about this little accident. Owen could see it in her eyes, she was thinking the exact same thing, but in a moment of passing clarity he also realised they couldn't just decide this was enough to make it work. He'd learned on his own skin how destructive it could get when you stick with someone for all the wrong reasons and he couldn't let it happen to the two of them, not when it wasn't just the two of them anymore. "Better?"

She nodded, but didn't say anything. Amelia just looked at him, stared deep in his eyes almost as if she thought she could find answers to all the questions she had. She closed her eyes and put her hands on his, holding them where they were for a whole minute, but then taking them down on her lap, on top of the blanket. She stared at their hands, thinking of how screwed up things had got in the last year. She'd left LA to start a new life and somehow she'd ended up in this endless mess of hard and sad and complicated and it seemed to get worse at every turn. Without looking up at him, still keeping her hands entwined in his she sighed. "I don't think that I can do this."

Owen felt his heart sink in his chest. Not again. He'd just assumed she wanted kids, he'd assumed she wasn't Cristina Yang. She came from a big family and she loved kids, she loved babysitting, it was a no brainer to him that she would want children. She had told him, though, about losing her baby. She had and for a moment he hoped that if that was in fact the problem he could somehow convince her she shouldn't give up on this now. "Amelia…"

"I could, I know I could, but I did it before and it's so freaking hard Owen. I came out of it that I was destroyed, I don't even know how I pulled it together, but I know I won't be able to do it again-"

"No, Amelia. No." he grabbed her hands in his and pulled them to him. This couldn't be happening. For a few seconds there he'd been so happy, yes he had been worried and suspicious and confused and scared, but so happy. And now she was about to take it all away. "You can do it, you can. I'll be there with you all the way, okay? I will."

Amelia looked up at him, puzzled and maybe even a bit angry, as if what he was saying was complete and total nonsense. "Owen you're leaving tomorrow. Tomorrow. How can you be here if you'll be on the other side of the world?"

He hung his head. She was right, she was so right he didn't even know what he should say right now to make things better. Amelia was one of the reasons he had reenlisted and was going back to work in the warzone, her, their failed attempt at being together, the plane crash, Derek dying, Meredith disappearing, everything basically falling apart around him had given him more reasons to go than stay. But this, this – his baby, it was reason to stay. It was his reason to stay, especially if it meant Amelia keeping it, he'd be there for her, all the time, in any way she wanted. "I won't go. I just won't go and I'll be here with you."

He thought this was it, this was the right decision, that she'd be okay and happy and would decide it was good enough, but her eyes started tearing up and he realised he was obviously missing something. "No. I don't want you to give that up for me. You can't. You have to go, you'll resent me if you'll stay for me."

This was Meredith and Derek all over again. He wasn't going to say a thing, but it was quite obvious where she got that idea. Bringing her dead brother and his missing family into the argument really wasn't going to make his argument, so he refrained and instead tried a different approach. "I won't resent you. I won't because if going away means losing you and the baby, then it's not worth it. Going back was a way to feel useful and needed, when everything was just falling apart here, but if it means choosing between that and my baby, it's not even a choice."

"I never said you had to choose."

"But you did." He insisted, he felt like she kept saying something, meaning something else entirely and it was driving him mad. They'd started off like that and he had an inkling it would always be like this, at least until she found she could trust him with the entire truth, without the need to hide it or run away. "Amelia this is a good thing. If me staying means you won't give it up, then so be it-"

Amelia frowned. "Give it up? I never said anything about…" then it downed on her. This conversation had two sides and they were each arguing missing the entire point. "You think I was talking about the baby? Owen I can't do this alone." When relief washed over him, she realised he had been indeed thinking that. "You really thought I was talking about terminating? When I just lost one of my-"

At her increasingly angry tone he smiled broadly, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest. "Stop, Amelia, stop. I was wrong, that's one of my demons and when you said you couldn't do it… I was scared. So scared." He looked at her and he was speechless. All that fear and agony that had begun to form inside of him was fading away and the happy warm feelings from before were resurfacing. "Of course I'll be here for you. For the both of you, why would you ever think that I wouldn't? You honestly thought I would just abandon you?"

She sighed, exhaling slowly, letting a small smile form on her lips. Given all the bumps in their relationship after just a few weeks, she hadn't dared to just assume he would stick around. If Ryan had been alive back when she got pregnant the first time she knew he would have been there – hell, they were engaged, they had discussed having kids. Despite the similar length of the relationship her and Owen had barely spoken two words to one another, most of them about how things were not working or were never going to work. "Owen you called us a plane crash. Said you could never survive another plane crash," she gesture to herself and down to her mid-section. "This is not a plane crash, this is freaking nine-eleven waiting to happen. I know I can do this alone, if I have to. I already have. But you're not dead, you're here so I'm telling you I…" her voice broke. She felt all her feeling and emotions amplified tenfold, she knew it was hormones, but it was still annoying.

"Shh, come on. I was wrong about the plane crash. Cristina was my plane crash, I should have never said that to you. You didn't deserve that. I should have fought harder, if I had fought harder maybe we wouldn't be here." He said, caressing her cheek, starting to feel the ticking of the clock echo in his head. He motioned for her to scoot over and sat beside her on the bed, taking her hand in both of his. Time was passing, they had been in this room for over an hour now and it was almost dark out. He felt like time was slipping away so fast. He remembered that morning, when he'd followed Amelia to give her the phone, maybe if he'd stayed for breakfast Derek would have left ten minutes later and now he wouldn't be dead. He would be here. Meredith would be here. It was useless now to think like that.

Amelia chuckled and he saw that spark in her eyes, the one he hadn't seen in months. "Owen you do know I would still be pregnant. I mean, obviously I was already pregnant when the plane crash happened." Ironically, she'd been pregnant when the other plane crash happened as well. It was a strange coincidence and one she hoped didn't stick. She shook her head and looked down. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Amelia just shrugged her shoulders and gave him a half smile. The only time she'd done things right in her life was with James and that had ended – period. He'd been all kinds of wrong for her, he'd been a great friend her and he loved her when she needed someone to love her, but once she was better, once she was standing on her own two feet she'd seen they wanted different things, or rather, they wanted the same things, she just didn't want them with him. She'd felt an insurmountable amount of guilt, because she felt like she'd deceived him all along and trapped him in a relationship with an expiration date. In a way, she felt the exact same way now. "For what happened. For calling us a mistake, for avoiding you and driving you crazy." She looked at him, all blurry and not able to make out more than a general outline, through the tears in her eyes. "For getting pregnant."

"I think we are equally to blame for that one and, for one, I'm not sorry about that." He bumped her shoulder playfully with his.

"Not yet." Amelia said jokingly and then she relaxed. For the first time today, actually, for the first time in a very long time, she just let go. She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt butterflies when Owen laid his head against hers. "And I'm sorry for losing the baby."

Owen pulled away, trying to catch her eyes, but she was obviously putting all her efforts into avoiding his, so he ended up wrapping an arm behind her back, pulling her against him, more careful when he saw the grimace on her face. He smiled broadly when she not only let him, but didn't tense up at the contact. He leaned down to kiss her head. "That's not your fault and you know it. Chances are we would have never known about it if you hadn't passed out. Our baby is just fine." he said taking the hand he was holding and placing it on her stomach, keeping his on top of hers. She just snuggled deeper into him, kissing his cheek and then laying her head down on his shoulder. "I'm not going." He whispered, feeling her like this was enough of a reason to never leave, ever. Not unless she was leaving with him.

"Yes, you are." Amelia pulled away and looked up at him. Without moving his head he looked down at her. their eyes locked and it felt like the first time he ever laid eyes on her. It was new and different and he hadn't done it in such a long time, it might as well be the first time. He knew she was different now, he'd felt the sadness and brokenness that she didn't have before, yet her blue eyes looked at him in the same way as they had since their kiss outside of the trailer. They were dazed, unfocused, as if a million thoughts were going through her head. The moment, though his eyes fell on her lips, slightly parted, he straightened up. He needed to focus.

"I'm not." He said, causing Amelia to roll her eyes. "You need to take it easy for the next few days and you can't do that if you're alone."

Amelia sat up, pulling away completely from him. "No, Owen, you are going. They need you down there, it's obviously something you want to do, and I don't want you to stay because you feel some sort of obligation to me. You're going."

Owen shook his head. He'd thought it was a no brainer. A few minutes before she'd told him she didn't want to do this alone, she needed him here and now she was basically kicking him out of the country. The deep-seated issues that were bringing this up were extremely delicate ones and he couldn't upset this fantastic equilibrium they had reached in the last ten minutes for that. "You need me here and I want to be here. For you. For the both of you."

"Yes, but you need to do that too and the sooner you go the better. I want you to go and then come back. Okay?"

Owen was just… sad. He knew she was right. In time, maybe, he'd get to tell her that. Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do right now, he wanted to stay, he wanted to be at the ultrasound tomorrow and he wanted to hold her hair when she got sick and snuggle in bed late at night. He wanted to feel kicks and pick out names. He wanted this life, this life was the one he'd been waiting for since Cristina left and now that he had it he was leaving. "Then I'm going for you." Then he realised what he'd just said and frowned. "Are you pushing me away, because you want me to push back? Please tell me because my brain is slowly shutting down and I can't figure it out all by myself. I don't want to make that mistake again."

"No, I want you to go." She gave him a big, big smile. "You can call me every day and I'll text you if anything happens. I need you to go and to come back to me – us, in one piece." His eyes softened when he noticed her hand was resting right where their baby was. All she felt was light and happiness and hope. Before her brain could process it, her other hand moved behind his neck, pulling his face down to hers. It was probably the emotional overflow of the moment and all those crazy hormones clouding her judgement and rational thought, but she couldn't help it. It was Owen that put a stop to it.

He looked at her and noticed she was a mix of disappointed and confused. Caressing her cheek, he smiled. "We can save that for when I come back, let's just not… rush it." He felt all tingly and happy all over and he was so excited he could be bouncing off the walls right now, the only sad note to the day was the fact that his first thought had been Derek. Telling Derek, getting lectures from him for getting his little sister pregnant, spending Christmas and Easter and birthdays all together. He didn't say a word. He knew she must have thought about it, he knew his absence right now of all times, would hit her harder than him. Owen looked away, getting his bearings before he would say or do the wrong thing and noticed the ultrasound still sitting there, he turned to Amelia.

She was chewing the inside of her cheek nervously. "Can we really make it work?" when his eyebrows raised she expanded. "Because in a few months there is going to be a baby counting on us to make it work."

Owen shrugged, he had no idea how he was supposed to answer to that. "I hope so. There's no other way to know, we try and we try and if we fail, well…" seeing her eyes tear up, he felt like he could have maybe kept the last few words to himself, for her sake, for now. "Focus on right now, one day at the time. How about we just look at it a little while longer?"

She grinned and without saying a word she laid back, pulling up her top for the tenth time today. She was quite sure she wasn't going to be able to wash the awful smell of the gel away for a few days. Not that it really mattered anyway. She observed curiously as Owen manoeuvred the ultrasound, he looked adorably confused and fidgety. "When was the last time you used one of those?" she joked.

"Uh, this morning actually." When he finally figured out the settings he needed, he took out the probe and looked at her as unamused as he managed, before chuckling. "However it's been over a decade since I used it to look at babies." He hesitantly put the probe on her belly and started moving it around, but nothing was showing up on the monitor. Getting more frustrated by the minute, he started moving it a bit faster, pushing down a little. Adding to his frustration Amelia kept giggling at him, trying desperately to find their baby and still just getting grainy shadows of her internal organs.

She gasped and bent forward as he hit that same spot Arizona got before. The cramps were getting better, especially considering she'd spent the afternoon laying down, something she hadn't done since moving up here. Owen turned and started apologising and putting the probe away, but instead, she put her hand over his, guiding it around, tightening her hold whenever he hit a spot that hurt. When Owen felt her hand wrap over his, their eyes met and the silent communication between them was all that needed to be said for neither knew the words to say those things aloud. When finally they found their baby again, Owen hit a few keys and the sound of the heartbeat filled the room, as they both adjusted the probe to hear it better. It was calming and soothing and something short of a miracle. Their own teeny tiny miracle.