She sighed, returning to her paperwork. Amelia was itching to get home and forget this entire tiresome day had ever happened and Owen was, quite frankly, making it worse by staring at her with his googly eyes. And it was blatant staring, too. “Why are you staring at me?” she huffed, turning to face him.
“I’m not staring,” he replied innocently, a creepy smile plastered on his face. She rolled her eyes, putting her attention back to the iPad. Over the moon to finally get home, Amelia immediately plopped down on the family couch with a bar of chocolate in her hand. “Rough day?” Meredith asked as she passed through heading to the kitchen, watching Amelia destroy the chocolate bar.
“Rough is an understatement,” she replied, her face stuffed full of the milky goodness. Meredith chuckled, leaving to put the kids to sleep as Amelia reached for the TV remote, taking another bite of the bar.
“Can you get that for me, Amelia?” Meredith asked from down the hall.
“Sure,” she yelled back, not really wanting to leave the couch after finding the “sweet spot”. Dramatically dragging herself off, she trudged towards the door.
“Hi,” Owen beamed as soon as she opened it, the creepy smile still there. Oh god, not him again, she thought.
“Didn’t get a good enough look at the hospital?” Amelia remarked, breaking off another piece of her chocolate. So maybe he was staring, Owen thought. And lurking. It wasn’t his best plan, but he figured if she saw him enough times that she may have remembered. Anxious, determined and not wanting to waste any time, he put Plan B into action: lurking outside her house. “I brought water,” he raised the bottle of sparkling water towards her, “it’s lime.”
“I hate sparkling water,” she responded flatly. She was starting to think that the only thing stalking her, more than Owen, was sparkling water.
“No you don’t,” he challenged, “I’ve known you for three years, I think I would know if you liked it or not.”
“Right, of course,” she surrendered, remembering that little detail, “Were you always this annoying when we were together?”
“Only on the weekends,” he joked. He watched as she took another bite of the chocolate, dying to bury himself in her tight, purple v-neck shirt and baggy sweatpants. He stuck his hand out to her, reassuring her when she suspiciously watched him, “It’s just water. A gift.” She narrowed her eyes, taking the bottle with her free hand. When their hands brushed, she felt the familiar tingle she had before when he handed her the coffee. “Thank you,” she said, swallowing the melted chocolate in her mouth. Instinctively, Owen reached for her face, wiping the stray chocolate at the side of her mouth with his thumb. At the same time, she grabbed his hand, eventually allowing him to wipe the chocolate off. “Sorry,” he sheepishly admitted, acknowledging her resistance as he licked his finger, “force of habit.”
There was a brief pause, as if Owen was trying to strike up the bravery to touch her. The pause didn’t last very long as he hesitantly brought his hand to her face, leaning in-
“Amelia?” Owen was snapping his fingers in her face, wondering if she’d even heard any of what he said just now.
“Sorry, I just remembered something,” she replied distantly. Silently having a party in his mind, Owen smiled, “Mind if I ask?” he begun, watching as Amelia put the bottle down on the varnished floor. She inched out of the doorway and closer to him, looking up to make full eye contact this time. Ignoring her returning headache, along with its new reintegrated memories, she allowed her hand to stray as the memories flowed freely, lightly touching the knuckles of Owen’s tightened fist. “I remember,” she whispered, feeling the volts of electricity flow from his hand to hers, “thinking how blue your eyes were in the night time.” She moved closer again, closing her eyes as she inhaled his cologne. He tensed his jaw as her body drifted towards him, struggling not to make a move before she did. In a whisper so low he could barely hear, she added, “I remember how amazing you’d smell after work.” Unable to keep his hands off of her, he pulled her to him, holding on to the small of her back as she continued, smiling a little as she described her senses, “And I think I remember…” He watched as she opened her eyes abruptly, looking at his lips. She tiptoed a little to reach his face as he brought his head down a little, their noses touching and rubbing slightly against each other. She tried to finish her train of thought, “I remember-” Her eyes began to flutter closed as she anticipated his almost familiar lips.
“Owen, what are you doing?” Meredith inquired, her arms folded as she leant against the door frame. Both Amelia and Owen leapt out of each other’s grasps as if they were teenagers being caught by their parents, “Didn’t Dr. Wyatt tell you to-”
“I was actually just on my way,” Owen hastily replied, cutting her off, “just wanted to say hi. Am I not allowed to say hi?” He was rambling now as he walked backwards, almost tripping over one of the steps, “Have good night!” He waved, turning away briskly, almost jogging back to the trailer. Meredith watched Amelia condescendingly after he was out of sight. “What?” she asked, pretending as if Meredith hadn’t seen the intimacy occurring between her and Owen only a while before.
“Didn’t Dr. Wyatt tell you to keep-”
“I was keeping a reasonable distance,” she wagered, “I didn’t touch him.” She picked up the rejected sparkling water and headed inside, ending the conversation between the two. Meredith sighed, closing the door behind her, opening it to let Derek in a few hours later. “Hello my beautiful wife,” Derek said, pulling her in for a kiss, “what has you so upset at this wonderstruck hour of midnight?”
“Aside from you making me get out of bed to open the door for you?” she replied sarcastically, “Owen stopped by earlier.”
“Oh really?” Derek asked nonchalantly, reaching for an apple on the kitchen island as he set his stuff down, “What’d he come for?”
Meredith sighed, taking a seat, “Who else? He’s been breathing down her neck the entire of today and then I caught them almost sucking faces on our front porch.”
He took a bite of the apple, taking off his coat to hang it by the door. When he returned, he continued their conversation, “Remind me again why this is a bad thing? He is her fiancé, after all.”
“One she can’t remember,” Meredith added, “and Dr. Wyatt made it extremely clear that we keep Owen away from her.” She emphasised the word “away”.
“You’re such a cop, Meredith,” Derek teased, leaning against the table, “maybe the reason she can’t remember is BECAUSE we’re keeping her away from him.
“I know I’d still want to suck your face, even if I couldn’t remember it,” he finished, planting a kiss on her lips as she cringed at his apple smooch.
“We’re not the experts, Derek,” she scolded, pressing her hands against his chest to keep him away, apple juice leaking out the edges of his mouth. She stood up to retire to her bedroom. “I know a few things that we’re experts at,” Derek teased, grabbing onto her ass as he guided her quickly to their bedroom. In the other room, Amelia laid awake still, staring at the ceiling as she replayed her recently renewed memories. In the trailer, Owen stared at the unbuilt crib.