Amelia POV

I woke up on our first full day in Santa Barbara to the sounds and scents of eggs and bacon being made for breakfast. Owen wasn't in the room so he must've gotten up long before me. I took my time waking up then made my way out to the family.

"Mimi!"

Ellis ran over to me as fast as her chubby little legs would let her.

"Hi sweet girl. How did you sleep?"

"Dood! I so tursty."

I loved hearing her soft little voice.

"You're thirsty, huh? Why don't we go get you some chocolate milk?"

"Chatwick milk?"

"Yep. We are on vacation and Auntie says that's okay."

"Yay!"

I propped her up on my hip which was an awkward fit with my growing baby belly and carried her back over to the kitchen and put her in her highchair. Right as I had opened the fridge and leaned in to grab the chocolate milk, I felt the warm and familiar body of my husband hug me from behind and kiss me in the crook of my neck.

"Mm good morning sleeping beauty."

I grabbed the half gallon of it and turned around in Owen's arms.

"Morning babe... I missed you in bed. You got up without me."

He kissed me again but this time on my forehead.

"You looked way too peaceful to disturb... You've gotten even more beautiful overnight, I swear."

Owen always found a way to make me blush.

"You've already knocked me up, so you can stop the sweet talk now."

"It's not just sweet talk... I'm being serious. You are amazing."

"You're equally as amazing babe... I love you."

"I love you more. Now let's get our little princess her chocolate milk and some for Zozo and Bailey as well."

Once breakfast was finished, we all changed into our swimsuits and started lathering up with sunscreen. Owen was rubbing it on my shoulders in our room when I caught glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was wearing a basic black bikini- nothing too over the top but my ribs and hip bones are still all too evident.

"Babe, do you think I could wear one of your t-shirts?"

"But why? You look great."

"I look like a corpse and I don't want Derek or Meredith saying anything, especially in front of the kids."

I could tell he wanted to say something else but just went to the small dresser we were using for our stay and took out his Army strong t-shirt.

"Here Mia... I know this is one of your favorites of mine. Had we known about this trip a little in advance, I could've gone out and bought you an actual swimsuit cover up."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too. Your turn... I got everywhere except my back."

The nice thing about the beach house was that there was a set of doors in our room that led to the back patio and right off of that was the beach. I spread the gooey sunscreen around in my hands before delicately but thoroughly applying the sunscreen on his back.

"There we go. All done."

We gathered our stuff and met Der, Mere, and the kids down on the sand. Ellis was playing with a bucket and some plastic ocean toys while Bailey and Zola splashed in the waves as they crashed up against the shore. All of the adults decided to just sit in the lounge chairs for a little. Derek cocked his head to the side as he watched me sit down with the shirt still on.

"Amy, aren't you gonna take off that shirt? I can't imagine it's comfortable wearing that huge thing out in this heat."

"I'm okay, but thanks."

"You aren't the first pregnant person to come to the beach and you of all people I know aren't self conscious. I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I don't need you to. I have a husband for that."

"Is it your whole weight loss thing? We already know."

"How? Did Robbins tell you?"

"No one had to tell us Amelia. You've always been so petite. When you were 12 weeks pregnant looking at least a month ahead, we knew you weren't gaining weight properly. You also had some of the worst morning sickness we've ever seen. Then your cheekbones are more prominent now and your wedding band slides all around. You may need help with putting weight back on but it's nothing for you to hide. We all know you aren't intentionally doing this."

He always made me so choked up any time he would try to show how much he cared.

"My ribs show so much now and I don't want to scare the kids. I'm okay. I may take it off to go in the water but I'm just not ready right this second."

I felt Owen reassuringly give my hand a squeeze.

"Okay. I'll leave it alone."

"Thank you."

After our full afternoon on the beach, we all decided to go ahead and rest for an hour or two before dinner. The sun had worn us out and burned all of us except the kids. Owen had drawn up a nice warm bubble bath for the two of us to relax in. It was much bigger and better than our tub back home.

"Okay I vote we get this tub or at least a similar one when we get home. It is so spacious and has a head rest for both of us."

"Whatever you want, baby. Even though you know you'd never use your headrest because you always put your head on my chest. I do like that I can have my legs straight down though."

"I have a question. I don't want you to freak out because I know it seems like poor timing but I really need to know..."

"You're worrying me but okay, ask away."

"When we were separated, Derek and I were just randomly talking about building a new hospital somewhere outside of Seattle. All of us have just been through so much and Derek has been fixing things with Meredith and most importantly you and I have worked through the separation and we are doing even better than ever now. It would be nice to have a fresh start."

He sat me up from leaning against him so we'd be face to face.

"You want us to move? You're about half way through your pregnancy, I just bought our house, and you just want to up and move?"

"Well yes. No time will be the right time to move. There is a hospital that just closed down in Atlanta and it's surprisingly very affordable. Derek has even met with a team of contractors about doing renovations... If we give them the go ahead, it'll be ready for the reopening 2 weeks before my due date."

"So you want us to buy a hospital, open it, then 2 weeks later you'll be out for 6-8 weeks?"

"Ruby would be in the daycare. She would be close by so I could feed her whenever I'm needed to. We can get a cute house on a bunch of land and get a pair of puppies too."

"I'll think about it."

His meaning of "I'll think about it" is really that he's gonna say no but doesn't want me upset.

"It opens a lot of possibilities... I wish you'd consider it."

"I said I'll think about it!"

I jumped at his harsh tone and decided it was probably time to get out. I grabbed a towel and decided to get dressed into some comfy clothes and start cooking dinner. Meredith and Derek were going on a date night so it was just me, Owen, and the kiddos for most of the evening. I would just have to talk to Owen about what happened after the kids were back in bed.

With macaroni and cheese on the stove and hamburgers fresh off of the grill, it was time to eat. The three kids sat around the table eating peacefully while I picked at the macaroni and cheese. Nothing seemed too appetizing especially since now I was stressed about Owen being pissed at me.

"Auntie, where is Uncle O?"

"In the bedroom."

Zola idolized her uncle so she always seemed to keep tabs on him.

"Are you and Uncle Owen fighting?"

"No Zola."

"Are you sure? I think you are. You and Uncle Owen aren't very happy anymore."

"That's not true Zo. Uncle Owen and I are happy and we love each other. It's okay when grown ups have arguments. They always make up eventually. You know something that makes me and Owen very happy? Auntie's growing belly that has your baby cousin Ruby growing big and strong in there."

"Is Ruby going to be cute? Sometimes Ellis has tantrums and Daddy says it's ugly of her."

"Well of course she is going to be cute. Daddy isn't calling Ellis ugly at all, just her attitude when she is having tantrums isn't cute. There is a difference."

"Oh. Well I guess that makes sense because Daddy also says that Mommy, Ellie, and I are the prettiest girls he knows."

I couldn't help but smile. She was so innocent. It was refreshing.

"Your daddy isn't wrong about that either. Now please eat. It's late and the three of you still need to take a bath."

Dinner and baths were done and Owen still hadn't come out of the bedroom. I still made him a plate and brought it in there. He was laying on his back just staring at the ceiling.

"You need to eat. It's just a burger and macaroni."

"I bet you didn't eat."

"I did eat some macaroni, thank you very much."

He sat up some and started to eat. I decided it was best to just get in bed too so I went into the bathroom to brush and floss my teeth. Once all of that was done, I finally got in bed. Owen had inhaled his food and just watched me get comfy.

"I don't know why you are so pissed at me. If you don't want to move, fine. This doesn't need to be some huge ordeal. We are on vacation and I want us to just be okay."

"Everything is fine. I don't want to move."

"You didn't even give it a thought."

"I have. Amelia, we are having our child in four months. That is what we need to focus on. We have perfectly good jobs where we are now. We can revisit this when Ruby is here and our contracts are up."

He made me so frustrated I could scream but that wouldn't do any good and I was too tired to fight anymore.

"Good night."

"Amelia, I love you."

"I love you too. Just because we don't always see eye to eye constantly doesn't mean that I love you any less. You know, your niece Zola is very concerned about us fighting. She doesn't think we are happy."

Owen looked at me again then held me from behind like he did every night.

"I'll make a conscious effort to change her mind. I promise."