Square One

Dedicated to everyone wanting a Megan/Amelia conversation to happen tonight. I know this will never happen but a girl can dream right?! This is dedicated mainly to @ailingnoor who I know really wants this conversation to happen and to @ultrafreakyfangirl​ who I think may be the biggest Megan fan around. 💙💙💙💙💙💙😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 As always… Enjoy! Also HAPPY TGIT!

“Hi” Amelia mumbled embarrassed as she dragged her feet into Megan’s room. Megan rolled over in bed to face her surprise visitor though much to Amelia’s expectation and slight amusement her smile fell the second her eyes registered it was her sister-in-law.

“Owen’s not here” she groaned. As she rolled back over Amelia could have sworn she heard her say “Not that you even care…” Sighing Amelia took a few more steps into the room until she was standing at the foot of the bed.

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Review - 13x21

Review Omelia 13x21

Hey guys, @jordan202 here, welcome back to another weekly review on Omeliasource. Stick with me because the ride is long but the news are good.

And what an amazing episode we had this week!

Originally posted by ellenpombaeo

Whoever randomly peeks at my Asks knows that for a while now I have been saying I had a feeling the four last episodes of the season would probably try to rescue some of that old school Grey’s feelings and I have to say, I wasn’t disappointed at all! And the amazing Omelia development is only a part of what made this episode a great one, perhaps the best of s13B.

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Past and Future

So @shepherd-hunt/@omeliafics asked for something angst involving Megan Hunt, PTSD, comforting Amelia and her Unicorn Baby, so I took advantage of the shitty mood I’ve been feeling lately to write it.

This is probably the most emotional fic I’ve ever written and also the longest… There were just too many feelings and it was really hard for me to put it all into words.

Hope you all like this // Previous fics can be found here (x)

She found him in an on-call room.

It was dark inside, his back was facing the door and she could hear him muttering something, though she was having trouble understanding the exact words.


“Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?”

She walked around him, now facing him, and could see the tears running down his face. His entire face was frowned, the lines on his skin more evident than ever. His whole body was shaking and sweating. He look like he was in so much pain, she just wanted to take it all away.

“Owen?” She was standing right in front of him and looking him in the eye, but he kept looking ahead, as if he was staring right through her, as if he hadn’t realized she was even there.

“I have to find her! I have to find her! I have to-“

Amelia reached up to cup his wet cheek and called for him with the smoothest voice possible, failing to hide the worry, “Owen!”

Next thing she knew, she was being pinned against the wall, his strong hands tightening around her arms, lifting her from the floor.

“We have to find her!” Owen was no longer muttering, he was now shouting.

Amelia loved him, and most importantly she knew him, all of him. There was no way he’d ever hurt her, but the situation they were currently in was scary, nonetheless.

“Owen!” The grip on her arms kept tightening, “Look at me Owen!”, she shouted.

Suddenly, it was like he snapped out of it.

“Amelia?” He set her down and could see the fear in her face. Amelia flinched away from him, rubbing her arms, which were surely going to have bruises soon. “Amelia, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Amelia, I’m- I’m sorry, you know I’d never hurt you.” His breathing was still erratic.

“Owen, you were having a PTSD episode.”

“No, no, that was nothing.” He tried to deny it, but as always, Amelia saw right through him.

“How long have you been having them?”

“It’s not- I’m fine.”

“How long?!”

“Damn it Amelia! I told you it wasn’t PTSD!” he screamed, took a deep breath and tried again in a softer voice, “I’m fine. Just leave it alone…”

“Owen, just talk to me, I-“

“Like you talk to me?”

The room became silent.

That was a low blow, but with the way things have been between them lately, all was fair. They didn’t really know where the lines were anymore.

Amelia decided to ignore his jab, “Was it about Megan?”

“Why did you run away?” he threw back at her as a response.

Amelia shook her head in clear disappointment. She just wanted to help him and make him feel better. And deep down she knew it was a little hypocritical of her to be mad at him for refusing her help, especially when she’d been practically ignoring him for quite a while now and shutting down every attempt he made of getting her to open up.

“I’m not gonna force you to talk. You know where I am when you feel like it.” Amelia already had her hand on the door handle when his voice stopped her.

“There was this patient…” Owen cleared his throat and continued his sentence once she turned to face him. “It was around the time you were on leave. There was this guy who came in, he was disoriented and dehydrated and kept asking for a woman, saying he was looking for her and had to find her.”

Amelia took a seat next him, on the uncomfortable bed, and took his hand in hers.

“We hooked him to an IV and gave him a sedative. I came back the next day, checked on him and found him awake and lucid. And we talked.”

“What did you talk about?”, Amelia asked softly.

“His sister.” Owen paused and swallowed hard, “He was looking for his sister. He told me he was around 17 when he lost her. He went to the park to meet with some friends and his little sister wanted to go too, you know, typical younger sibling behavior. Anyway, he got distracted hanging around with his friends and when he looked up to see where she was,-” a tear slipped out of his eye and he quickly cleaned it away, “she was nowhere to be found. They never saw her again.”

“He was still looking for her? Now?”

“Turns out he is schizophrenic and had been off his meds for a while, which caused a crises. That’s why he had been wandering around the woods looking for his sister. He said it’s been 20 years since he last saw her, and he just missed her so much…” his voice wavered.


“I just miss her…”

Amelia nodded and laid his head on her chest. She could tell there was more he wanted to say, so instead of saying anything to make him feel better, she simply ran her fingers through his ginger curls, hoping that gave him so comfort.

“Before my dad died he built a swing set on the background for me and my sister. And one morning, it was raining really hard, you know Seattle style, and Megan and I snuck out of the house and went to the swings. I remember going down the stairs holding her hand and telling her to be quiet but she couldn’t stop giggling.” Owen paused and smiled at the memory, “We got outside and started playing around. Eventually Megan started complaining she wasn’t going as high as I was on the swings, so she asked me to push her higher. She had me wrapped around her little finger, I couldn’t say no. So I pushed her. And she fell.”

Owen started laughing, and as confused as she was, Amelia had to laugh along with him.

“What happened next?” she asked, her fingers still in his hair, though he was now lying on her lap.

“Well, Megan started crying and screaming so loud my parents woke up. They came outside and my mom picked her up and carried her inside, while my father dragged me by the ear inside the house.”

Owen was still laughing, but suddenly the laughter mixed with the tears, thought they weren’t falling, simply blurring his vision.

“You know, you were right. Before. That was a PTSD episode.” Amelia simply nodded, she didn’t need him to say it, she knew. “It started a few weeks ago, this patient brought up a lot of stuff and that added to the fact I haven’t been sleeping properly…”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

He paused before answering.

“You’re not there…”

The guilt was evident in her face. She never meant for that to happen. She just didn’t know how to deal with her feelings, or how to make him understand them, so she ran. But she never meant to cause him this much pain.

“I’m sorry…”

“I know…” Owen turned to look up at her face, gave her a small smile and got up from the warmth of her lap, sitting by her side. “I just wished you’d talk to me.”

Amelia turned her face and looked away from him.

“I’m not ready yet…” she whispered.

Owen nodded, not even mad or disappointed in her. He was simply tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of feeling like he was the only one invested in this marriage. Not that he doubted her love for him, but it can’t be just one doing all the work.

He squeezed her hand, and got up to leave.

Amelia felt the squeeze in her hand, realizing how much she missed the feel of his skin against hers.

Why was it so hard for her to open up? Why was she always so willing to help others but whenever someone showed concern for her, she completely shut down her feelings and ran? She was a runner, always had been, no surprise there. But every time she thought she had grown a little and was ready to face anything life threw her way, her mind proved her wrong. And that was frustrating as hell.

The thing is, right now, at this precise moment, Owen was leaving, walking out the door. And for some reason it felt like he wasn’t just leaving the on-call room… She had to say something to stop him.

“I’m pregnant.”

It was a whisper, but Owen heard it. 

The words he so longed to hear danced around his head, loud and clear.

He turned around just in time to see her break down. Much like she had when he took a bag of oxy out of her hands on the porch of her dead brother’s house.

“I’m scared, Owen. So scared.” She said in between sobs.

He knelt down in front of her and grabbed her face between his hands “Are you sure?” his face an unreadable mask. He couldn’t handle another pregnancy scare.

He saw her nodded as tears kept running down her face. He looked up, as if saying thank you, but kept his happiness to himself, knowing that, right now, that was not what she needed.

“Amelia, breathe! Alright? Just breathe.”

Once she had her breathing under control Owen placed a tender kiss on her forehead, “Why are you scared, uh? Talk to me.”

“There are a million things that could go wrong, Owen. That idea you have, of a family, of a normal family… You might not have that.”

“I know tha-“

“No, you don’t!” she shook her head, trying to keep the tears that were threatening to fall, under control. “Rationally, you know there’s always the possibility of something going wrong. But you’re not actually considering it. No one ever really does. Everyone thinks that kind of stuff only happens to other people. Until it happens to them. And reality hits them so hard-”

Owen grabbed her hands, “I know, okay? I know life isn’t perfect. I know there’s always the possibility of you having complications during the pregnancy, I know there are a million things that could happen to the baby, I know-“

“Have you ever seen an anencephalic baby?”

Her question took him by surprise. 

And the fact she was staring him dead in the eyes gave him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“I gave birth to one.”

Her revelation was met with silence.

Owen’s reaction was normal, expected even. How was the appropriate way to react when someone you love tells you something of this magnitude?

“It was already too late to do anything when I realized I was pregnant. I had just gotten out of rehab when the symptoms started. I thought it was just my body adjusting to being drug-free. But then I remembered I hadn’t bought tampons in months, so I bought a pregnancy test, instead.”

Owen was at a loss of words. There was genuinely nothing he could think of that would be appropriate to say right now. But then again, maybe it was better to stay silent and let her say everything she needed to say.

Also the look in her blue eyes… It was as if with every word she spoke, she transported herself back to those days.

“I was scared. Gosh, I was so scared when I told Addison. I thought she’d be mad at me, I was afraid she’d think I was still the irresponsible teenager she once knew. But then she hugged me and I just let myself be happy about it.”

He nodded, letting know he was listening closely. His mind saving every word she said.

“Addie did the scan, and I’ll never forget the look in her face when she saw there was something wrong with my baby.”

Amelia took a deep breath, as if to get herself together, but it was futile.

“I was alone, Owen. Everyone was there, asking how I was, everyday. But I was alone.”

“I understa-“

“When I gave birth to him, it was beautiful. He was beautiful.” She had such a radiant smile on her face that he couldn’t help but smile as well, despite the tear marks along her cheeks. “You know for a moment, I forgot I had to let him go. I was holding him, and I was so happy. That baby was my son and I was his mother.”

“What was his name?”

“I never named him. I only called him my Unicorn Baby.”

His brows frowned in curiosity, but the smile stayed on his lips. “Why unicorn baby?”

“When I was twelve I believed in unicorns. You know, beautiful creatures that bring nothing but joy and do magical things. That was just like my baby. He donated all his organs and brought joy to dozens of parents and little babies around the country. And to me.”

Owen noted the proud look that made her whole face glow. And he made a mental note to acknowledge the fact that Amelia said ‘he donated’, as if it had been her baby that made that honorable choice, and not her. She really didn’t give herself enough credit, and it amazed him that she didn’t realize just how amazing she was.

“I would’ve loved to meet him.”

“I think you’d have liked him.”

“For sure.” He nodded and smiled. He already respected her before, but now, the pedestal he had already had her on was so much higher.

“I have this reoccurring dream, you know. I picture him giving his first steps and taking him to his first day of school, and him telling me everything he learned and the friends he made. And then everything suddenly changes and I’m lying in a bed. I know it’s Mother’s Day so I’m waiting for him to come in and give me a kiss and say ‘Happy Mama’s day’. But he never comes…” she breaks down, crying, “And I’m just left there, alone…”

He had to hold her. He hugged her so, so tight.

“Owen, I’m so scared.” – she cried. “It would kill me.”

He didn’t have to ask what ‘it’ meant, he knew.

“Amelia, you-“

“It would kill me, Owen.”

He desperately wanted to make her feel better. Seeing Amelia in pain was one of the worst things he had ever had to face.

“Amelia, I can’t promise you everything will be fine. As much as I want, I can’t do that. I’m scared too.” He said, with the utmost honesty possible, while pushing her scrub top up and kissing her exposed skin. Their baby, their miracle, was in there. “But I can promise you, no matter what happens, you’ll never have to face anything alone. Ever again!

He said it with such fierceness.

Such certainty and conviction, that she had no choice but to believe him.

“I can see us, you know. Waking up at 3am, to change smelly diapers. Constantly looking at the clock in ORs afraid we will miss a football game or a play. Fighting, because our kid asked for a dog and you want to say yes, and I’ll have to be the reasonable one and say no, but you’ll eventually win me over, as you always do, and I’ll be stuck walking it every day. I can see myself, waking up one morning, turning over and reaching out to wrap an arm around you, and I’ll find a little body curled up on yours, and you’ll both be smiling in your sleep and you both have that cute dimple on the left cheek.” Owen smiled, looked at his wife and stroked her temple, “I can see it all. With you.”

She could too.

And she’d be thankful every day, if they got to live every single one of those scenarios.

And many more. If they’re lucky.

They were silent for a while, before Amelia murmured againts his neck.

“I missed you.”

All Owen could do was smile and bring every curve of her body closer against his.

“I’m right here.”

The past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whaterver form…

Our Little Princess

This is a short and fluffy one-shot based on an amazing edit by the wonderful @elipcius

 The edit can be found here:

This fic is set about a year after the current timeline on the show.

 Thank you again to the amazing @jia911 for helping me to proofread and giving me feedback <3 

The early morning sun shone through the curtains, lighting up the bedroom and illuminating two sleeping figures.

Owen Hunt opened his eyes, squinting at the light. Still feeling groggy, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. A glance at the bedside alarm clock told him that it was only 7:30 am. Another half an hour to go before it rang.

He turned over to the other side of the bed to see his lovely wife, Amelia Shepherd still fast asleep. He had always thought that she looked adorable sleeping, but now she looked even more adorable if that was at all possible, with her hand rested protectively on her bulging belly, which was sticking out of her shirt.

His heart melted at the sight of his beautiful wife and her growing belly. This was what he had always dreamed of, waking up in bed beside an amazing wife, who was carrying their child.

Sometimes, it felt too good to be true. He was finally starting a family with the woman of his dreams. There were times when he was afraid that this was all a dream, a sweet dream which would disappear once he woke up.

But no, this was real.

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Everything Will Be Fine

Hey guys! So, here’s a little one-shot about “What if Amelia opened the door in the last scene?” and joined with this prompt here. It’s very small compared to the other ones I wrote, but I didn’t want to drag it that much, I wanted to go straight to “the talk” we want so much. So anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please give me your feedback :)

Owen sighed. He felt tired. Tired of searching, tired of waiting. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Again. And just like the last time, there was nothing he could do about it.

After knocking on the door one last time, he slowly shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave, catching a glimpse of Stephanie Edwards standing on the other end of the hallway. But, before he could take a step further, Owen heard the door being unlocked behind him.

“Hi.” He heard her soft voice behind his back, stopping him on his tracks. It had been such a long time since he last heard that sound, that his heart skipped a beat in response.

Turning to look at her, Owen saw Amelia standing on the doorway with an exhausted and defeated look on her face.

“Hi.” He replied, but didn’t move an inch, not knowing what else to do.

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Who Says You Can’t Go Back?- Chapter 5

Well, as promised here it is. This chapter kind of had a mind of it’s own and took off a different direction. I still have lots of plans for this story, but I am worried that after the premier there will be no point. So please let me know if you do want more, even if the episode goes in a different direction.

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Nathan burst through the door, his eyes locking in on Megan.

Amelia instinctively moved closer to her sister in law, suddenly feeling very protective of the woman.

“Megan,” Nathan breathed. “I thought I was never going to see you again.” Tears sprang to his eyes as he moved closer to her bed.

Looking at Megan, Amelia noticed tears clouding her eyes as well. This was a difficult situation. They hadn’t parted on good terms, but Amelia knew how time apart could change feelings. She hoped that this reconnection might be good for Megan, but she also knew that Nathan’s relationship with Meredith made things that much more complicated.

Amelia made eye contact with Megan, silently asking if she was okay with all of this. Her sister in law replied with a slight nod. When she was sure Megan was comfortable with the situation, she walked over to the door, where Owen was still standing unsure how to react. She grabbed his hand and led him out of Megan’s room. He protested slightly, but meeting her gaze he was met only with a reassuring smile.

“We need to give them a minute to talk,” Amelia told him once she had closed the door to Megan’s room. “This whole situation is messed up, but it won’t solve anything if they avoid each other.”

The meaning behind Amelia’s words were not lost on Owen. They had both made mistakes, and yes they still needed to talk. But at least Owen knew Amelia still wanted to work on things. That was more than he knew a day ago.

“Don’t worry, she’s going to be okay,” Amelia assured him. “We’re just outside the door. I won’t let anyone mess with my sister in law.”

Owen’s face broke into a grin. He loved that she had connected with his sister so quickly. “You know, it really means a lot that you’re looking out for Megan like this,” Owen confessed.

She stepped towards him linking her hand with his, “Well she is my sister in law after all. We have to take care of our family.”

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For Better or For Worse

Inspired by the song Old Friends (Jasmine Thompson) - I think you will all recognise this song from the elevator scene in 13x21 - enjoy!

People who matter don’t mind
They don’t need all of my time
Somebody told me to light up every room
Make them remember you
But nobody here knows what I’m going through
No they never do

She had broken down in my arms, no words, not one. The only sound that filled that elevator was that of her heaving breathing due to her crying. She was crying, I had only seen her break down like that once before and that was after Derek had died. This was more, there was more to the situation than I could have ever anticipate. But in true Amelia style she was burying it, ‘managing it’ as she had put it in the past.  Even though she hasn’t been home and had barely said two words to me, I don’t care; she is my wife, I love her, I love her so much. I need her to be ok, I need to know that she is ok. Even though I love her and will be there for her no matter what, I need to recognise my own limitations, there is only so much I can do at the moment. As I walked past the OR board I noticed Amelia’s surgery being wiped off, then I noticed who she had been in surgery with.

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Bricks that sparkle

Fic request @omeliafics : Owen is a single dad, raising the child Cristina got pregnant with and didn’t abort, but also doesn’t care about. (He and Cristina have divorced after she gave up her parenting rights). Amelia arrives in Seattle with her son who wasn’t born anencephalic. The kids are the same age, Owen and Amelia bond over being single parents, working at the same place, etc. A romance is born.

Since this is my very first fanfiction that I’d like to share, I’ll only post a small preview for now. Please let me know what you think and if you’d like to keep reading! :)


She was bored as hell! It was her first day at work and she decided officially that it wasn’t half as thrilling as she’d expected it to be. After doing all of Derek’s piled up paperwork, going on her rounds four times more than necessary and even helping a nurse with some infusions, she wanted nothing more than a challenging surgery to occupy her mind. But she was new at Grey Sloan Memorial and chief Bailey wanted her to get to know the hospital facilities and colleagues on her first day, rather than cutting into a brain and censoring out all her surroundings. Simply put, she was benched for the first day.  

Amelia Shepherd was in an on call room, laying on one of the beds and staring at the ceiling. Was it the right choice to leave everything behind she’d built in the past years in LA? Leaving her fiancé, her colleagues, who’d grown to be her family? Her mind wandered off when suddenly her pager went off. Woah! She actually got paged. A resident, Dr. Edwards had paged her to the ER. Amelia quickly made her way through the corridors excited to have something to supress her doubts.

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My Boys: Beneath the Surface - Chapter 8

Thank you @jia911 for proofreding this for me!

@onlyfreakincaterina your 84 year old wait has come to an end! Here it goes 

Previous chapters are HERE

My Boys: Beneath the Surface – Chapter 8

“Amelia, if not Lucas, then what firstborn? What baby are you talking about?

As Kathleen’s grey eyes intensely stared at her, Amelia felt trapped and unexpectedly attacked.

“Kate, perhaps it’s better if…”

“Addie, don’t!” Kathleen looked from her sister to her brother’s ex wife who had tried stepping in. “I know you mean well, but this is not about you. I’m talking to my sister.” Kate then looked back at the youngest Shepherd. “Amy? What’s going on?”

By the time Kathleen asked that question, Amelia had already gotten up and nervously clutched to the handbag she was holding.

“I was talking about Lucas, Kate. You misunderstood,” The neurosurgeon improvised, feeling her stomach churning.

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Just Not A Unicorn

A lovely anon sent me the following prompt like the one sent to @omeliafics not long ago (x):
anonymous sent: Can you write a oneshot where owen and amelia are expecting their first child and owen buys unicorn toy to unborn child! Amelia hasnt told owen about her unicorn baby and she gets mad and maybe has a mental breakdown and what happens when owen doesnt understand that! I love yout drama fics sooo much❤️

Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this!

The nursery was almost complete. Owen and Amelia had spent hours the night before building the crib and the changing table. The rocking chair was where Amelia wanted it to be. The light pink walls were a little annoying, but Owen insisted on them when they had painted the month before. As Amelia walked in there after work, she smiled, resting a hand on her large, but still growing baby bump. She was about ten weeks away from her due date, but the time had been flying by. 

She sat down in the rocking chair, letting her arms sit upon the arm rests as she leaned back. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was silent in the room, and she knew that once the baby was here, silence would likely be hard to come by. As she opened her eyes, she looked over at the crib. Her smile that she wore before was being replaced quickly by a frown. 

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14x05 - Review

Although I am heartbroken I just wanna say at that I honestly really enjoyed the episode - despite the fact it left me in tears.

1) The Owen/Megan dynamic was perfect. They look like siblings, they talk and interact like siblings and the entire Push It routine in the car was perfect. 

2) I knew Riggs was going to leave, I predicted it a while back and I have to say I’m not going to miss his character. He was a filler. They never gave him much of a storyline, he served a purpose and that was to introduce and close out the Owen and Megan storyline. 

3) The entire thing was beautifully shot so a massive congratulations to the director. 

4) I am going to be so mad if Owen runs off to be with Teddy now. Mainly because I feel like that would take value away from her relationship with Henry which is still to this day one of my top 5 couples on Grey’s. There have been hints at it but Kim Raver is on another show so unless they write Owen out I don’t think that will happen.

5) Congratulations again to Caterina Scorsone on being so vulnerable and calm and understanding and just playing Amelia as the Amelia we all know. Thank you for that. When she said “You married a tumour” and “Owen its ok” I sobbed, like full stream of tears. 

6) As heartbreaking as it was their breakup did make sense. Their entire relationship Amelia had the tumour and so she needs to rediscover who she is and I don’t think it would be healthy for her to try and fix herself while also fixing her marriage. In one of my answers to a message an anon sent I said that Megan was going to pose a question making Owen chose whether he wanted a happy life with Amelia with the possibility of not having kids or to be single and possibly adopt on his own. 

7) Although the breakup was painfully beautiful I do think they had the opportunity to have Omelia lay all their cards on the table, and unfortunately they missed it. I think Owen should have come home and said ‘this is what I want, what do you want?’ and then see where they stood afterwards. Because I think Amelia is letting Owen judge and criticise her for running and leaving him as she thinks she deserves it; but I think she should have told him about unicorn baby, at least so he knew. I’m kind of hoping Alex will drunkenly mention it when they’re on the boat (I know he won’t but I can dream). Like Alex stumbles up to Owen and rambles off: “Sorry about you and Shep man, I guess she just couldn’t get over the anencephalic baby after all.” Also through this entire ordeal I hate that they seem to have made Owen forget about the fact that Amelia had and lost a child - that’s not like Owen as he is caring so I want to know what they do with that.

8) I do have hope though. I can’t see either of them with anyone else and I think they will hook-up or something will happen that will push them together in some way. For example, a patient which they both treated returns in the 300th episode and asks about them. They then have an awkward encounter which leads them to sleeping together and then Amelia a few episodes later discovers she is pregnant. They decide to do the co-parenting thing, like Japril, but over the pregnancy they get to know each other again and fall back in love with each other. 

9) The final scene in which Megan’s dream comes true was stunning. Some people said that they didn’t like Abigail Spencer as Megan but I honestly think she was the perfect fit. Megan’s dream came true.

10) I thought that Meredith and Nathan thanking each other for helping the other get through their own issues was a nice homage to their time spent together. As Meredith said to her therapist they chose the person because they knew they were never going to replace Derek/Megan but the dream came true, it came true for Nathan. As Meredith also said when they found Megan ‘If it were Derek I would already be gone’.

11) Finally I understand why Teddy was there but she served absolutely no purpose in the episode apart from criticising Nathan for cheating. Which is also why I can’t see her coming back or Owen running off to be with her. 

If you have any thoughts please share. I know the fandom is disappointed but I’m not going to give up on Grey’s… not yet anyway.

yesterday brazil’s lawmakers (a bunch of white, rich, straight old men) decided to approve a federal law that makes it illegal for women to abort even in cases of rape and anencephalic fetus. :)) just a reminder that even if our rights are law, even if they seem garanteed, they can always be taken away.


Prompt: All I Ask continuation; Amelia gets pregnant from her last night with Owen.

Prompt 2: Amelia is concerned she’s pregnant. Arizona sees her distressed and after initially lying to Arizona, she opens up and confides in her.

This is a continuation of my story All I Ask. I hope you all like it & I am planning for one more part.

p.s. this is my 10th fic! thank you all for being so amazing and friendly. Love you all to bits xx A

When the pain cuts you deep,

When the night keeps you from sleeping.

Just look and you will see,

That I will be your remedy.

When the world seems so cruel,

And your heart makes you feel like a fool.

I promise you will see,

That I will be, I will be your remedy.

How had it happened? How had it gotten this far without me noticing?

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All of The While, It Was You

So this one has been racking my brain for a while, but took equally as long to get out on paper. Kind of answers two prompts I received! A wee bit on the long side but I’m hoping you guys won’t mind =) As always let me know what you think or prompts you may have!

Owen stretched as he moved his arm over to the other side of the bed. Her side of the bed. Where she should be sleeping. Instead of being met with her body he was met with the cold sheets. He opened his eyes to be met with the dark room; his eyes peered over to the clock under the TV where the red number blinked 4:32 AM. He turned to see her standing by the tiny window by the bed, peering out into the rain.

I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you
Yes, there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you
I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down, I wanna come too
I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you

“What’re you doing up?” his voice practically croaked, laced with sleep.

 She turned to face him, smiling slightly at his disheveled appearance. He now sat against the pillow looking at her; she shook her head as she climbed back under the sheets.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I couldn’t sleep.”

She looked at him, her blue eyes still sparkling even in the dark and he wondered how a person could look so beautiful at such an early hour. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her towards him, as she sighed and sat against him.

“Everything okay?”

She nodded against him as he pressed a kiss to back of her head.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” she said as she snuggled further into him. “Sorry I woke you.”

“Eh I was kind of up. And now that I’m up…” he started to say as he pressed another kiss to her head, this time closer to her ear. “And you’re up….” as he moved towards her neck, pecking it, feeling her smile against him. “And since we don’t have anywhere to be later today, we might as well stay up for a bit.”

She chuckled as she moved so she was lying on her side, he shifted so his hands rested on her hips as hers went to wrap around his neck.

“I mean it would be a shame not to use all this valuable time.”

No one understands me quite like you do
Through all of the shadowy corners of me

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

She shifted in bed as she heard the loud noises coming from in front of her. She blinked twice before opening her eyes to see Owen furiously whisking eggs in a tiny bowl.

“What exactly are you doing?”

He looked at her, nearly biting his tongue to suppress the smile he felt on his lips after taking in her disheveled appearance. Her curly locks sticking out in every direction, she walked towards him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, his large blue sweatshirt nearly falling off of her petite frame. He poured the eggs into the hot skillet and pulled the coffee pot from the tiny counter, pouring her a cup.

Her eyes practically lit up as she greedily snatched the mug, practically gulping the dark liquid for her first few sips.

I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you
Yes, there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you
I’ve seen the waters that make your eyes shine, now I’m shining too
Because, oh, because I’ve fallen quite hard over you

“I’m making you breakfast.” he answered as she took the spoon from the counter and with her free hand, moved the eggs around in the pan. “You weren’t wearing that last night.”

She smirked at him, as she handed him back the spoon and moved to lean against the side of the counter.

“I wasn’t, but someone hogs the blankets and after your four AM booty call I got cold.”

He looked up from the eggs at her taunting and let a sound between an exasperated laugh and a sigh. Satisfied with the texture of the eggs, he turned off the stove and reached out to her, she laughed knowing her unfiltered response had gotten to him. She put her coffee down on the counter, as he slipped his hands around her waist.

“You weren’t exactly protesting it.

 Her eyes sparkled as she closed the gap between them, kissing his nose gently before kissing his lips and pulled away, just relishing in the moment of bliss. She sighed in contentment as she leaned against his chest, she watched as he turned his head and peered out the small window of the trailer into the rain.

“Looks like its not going to be letting up today.” he said.

Nearly as soon as the words left his mouth he felt her tense in his arms. He turned back to see her staring outside into the rain. He gently ran a hand up and down her arm.

“Hey. You okay?”

He knew she wasn’t. This was the second time in the span of a few hours that she had gotten the same far-off look on her face. She looked a million miles away.  He knew better then to press her on if something was bothering her. They had long ago gotten to the point where she knew he was always there to talk if need be.  But whatever was eating at her, was clearly bothering her and he hated seeing that. He watched her nod, as she stepped back a little bit.

 “Amelia. Come on. Something’s up. What’s going on?”

 “I said it was nothing. God, can’t you let anything go?” she said as she briskly walked passed him, grabbing the remainder of her coffee and dumping it in the sink.

“Well yeah normally I would, if it was anyone besides you. But this your MO Amelia, when something gets tough or you’re upset, you shut down. Its not the first time, it won’t be the last.

Word vomit, a funny thing really. Sometimes the words you didn’t want to just say fly out of your mouth at the most inappropriate times.  He looked at her, regretting it instantly. He took two strides towards her, gently taking her arm, Amelia shoving it off nearly the second it landed on her. She flew into the bathroom, abruptly closing the flimsy door behind her, making it very clear she wanted nothing to do with him.

He felt his fingers go to back of his neck, curling in stress as he walked closer to the stove and reached for the pan, disposing their uneaten breakfast into the trash.

So far this day off, was becoming anything but relaxing.


She lay stiffly on her side of the bed, she hadn’t looked at her phone but it felt like some point in the late afternoon. She shifted and looked next to her to see Owen on his back, having dozed off a few minutes earlier. They had pretty much avoided each other for a majority of the rest of the morning, but being confined to the trailer, in the pouring rain, didn’t leave them with much space to physically disperse. Finally sometime after noon, he had asked if it was okay if he put on the TV, turning to some channel that was halfway through Gone With The Wind.

She had busied herself by the sink, probably washing the her coffee mug seven times before she begrudgingly gave up on finding something to do and went and sat on the bed. Owen had eventually fallen asleep, as Amelia tried to focus on the movie and keeping her distance on the tiny bed.

She looked out, yet again, into the storming weather. She knew what she was doing to him wasn’t fair, by bottling up her feelings and not cluing him in on to what was going on. He was apart of her a life, a big part. She shouldn’t be hiding, let alone suppressing her feelings from him.

But he was right in what he said; she shuts people out when she’s trying to deal with something, or in this case trying to not deal with something. It wasn’t feeling, loving or being alive and she knew that. It wasn’t what she promised she’d do that night on Derek’s porch.

 If I didn’t know you, I’d rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I’d rather be alone

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

She moved towards his sleeping form, her body rolling across the bed slightly. In his sleep he had managed to throw one of his arms, slightly away from his body, she maneuvered herself carefully in-between his arm and his body, lying on her side to face him. Her hand that wasn’t twisted below her went to rest in his chest right as his eyes blinked open. He clearly wasn’t expecting her to be in his arms considering their earlier encounter, but she felt his other arm cautiously move to meet his other hand, so that she was completely encircled in his arms.


“Hey. Guess I missed the end of the movie.”  he spoke softly, clearing trying to lighten the mood. He watched as she gave him a small smile as she glanced at the TV to see the credits rolling. His arms let go of her for a moment to reach for the remote and shut the set off.

She sighed as she locked eyes with him. There wasn’t going to be any backing down, no running from this conversation. 

“My son would have been five today.” she said as she swallowed thickly, already feeling sadness constricting her throat.

“And all I can keep thinking about is how crushed he would’ve been that it’s raining…. How his outdoor birthday party would’ve been cancelled and ruined. And then I keep thinking about how Derek, would’ve been the only one to be able to convince him that the rain was fun, or that it meant all your birthday wishes would come true. Because that’s something Derek would’ve done, and only Derek would’ve been able to convince him of that.”

He felt his grip on her tighten at her admittance.  They had talked about her son, but only a handful of times and not in great detail. She had told him he had been born an anencephalic. They had never discussed how long ago it had happened, he had assumed it had been when she had been living in LA. It had been another topic he hadn’t pushed in the almost three years he had known her. Sometimes he wished he had so this wouldn’t have happened, so she wouldn’t have bottled everything up.

“I found the ring.”

She swiped at the tears that had escaped her eyes and she forcefully wiped them away. “I was putting away socks… trying to be a normal girlfriend that puts clean laundry away and I just found it.”

He felt his heart drop and then suddenly it was beating at rapid speed.  He immediately sat straight up. His brain trying to keep up with what she had just said. She had found the ring. She had seen the ring. She knew about it.

“Amelia I….”

She shook her briskly, indicating she wasn’t done talking.  She sat up, pulling away moving towards the foot of the bed.

“I should’ve been freaked out by it.  I’m the girl that gets proposed to and then flees the state.” she said with a slightly sour chuckle. “But I’m not freaked out and I think that’s what scares me the most.  This wasn’t part of my plan when I picked up and moved here. And now…I have so much to lose, and it scares the crap out of me.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” he interrupted.

“Owen.  I love you. I love you so incredibly much. But I don’t want you to ever sacrifice the life that you imagined for yourself because I can’t give it to you.”

“What are you talking about?” he questioned.

She fiddled with the hem of the ratty sweatshirt she had thrown on after her shower earlier, poking a bigger hole in the one that had already formed.

 “I don’t even know if I can have kids. Healthily that is. What if I can’t? I know you want a family. I know that’s why you and Cristina didn’t work.  And what if I…”

“Amelia stop.”  he said abruptly cutting her off, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.  “Come here.” he said as pulled her back closer, as she let out a frustrated sigh. She let him pull her so she was sitting cross-legged facing him.

“You’re wrong about Cristina and I….  We were very different people, who wanted very different things. She helped me through the darkest time of my life and I will always love her for that… but there’s a reason we didn’t work out. And her not wanting a family wasn’t the whole reason.”

“But it had to be part of it.” she reasoned.

“Well yes, maybe. Maybe towards the end it was an excuse to use as to why it wasn’t working anymore.”

They both sat there for a moment, as she nodded at the words he had just said. She felt his hand cover hers and she looked up to meet his waiting eyes.

“Look, I love you. And I can’t imagine my life without you. I know you want a family just as much as I do, right?” he asked, as she nodded again. “There’s more than one way to have a family. And if we have to cross that bridge eventually we will. But right now, just know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Everything else we’ll figure out as it comes. Okay?”

She felt a small smile embrace her lips, as she intertwined her fingers with his. She really wasn’t sure how she had gotten this lucky. She had been given the shit end on a lot of things in her life, but this, what her and Owen had, was the best thing to ever happen to her.

“Okay.” she agreed, as she watched him smile back at her. He then pulled her completely into his lap, her arms going around his neck as he kissed her. She pulled away after a few moments, her eyes shining. “So…. Are you going to ask me or what?”

His eyebrows rose in surprise at her question, clearly not expecting her to be so blunt about the topic.

“I…. Are you sure you want me to? Today? I can just move it to another drawer and you accidentally find it again.  I don’t want you to feel like this is going to overshadow or outshine the importance of today.”

She could have kissed him at the sentiment; she did in fact kiss him. She pulled away, their noses touching. She knew her son would have loved him as much as she did.

“I’m sure. I think… in a way, he would want me to smile more on today’s date. He wouldn’t want me to sit here and wallow in what could have been. He would want me to celebrate the small time we had together and all the lives he did save. He’d want me to remember today for happy reasons, not sad ones. So yes, ask me.”

He nodded smiling at her before gently moving her next to him as he walked over to the miniscule nightstand beside the bed and rummaged through the top drawer for a second before pulling out a black velvet box. He walked back over to the bed, her eyes following him the entire way. He sat down next to her, turning to face her again and opened the box.

“Amelia Shepherd. Will you marry me?”

She let out this laugh as she felt her eyes swell again, this time with tears of happiness. She looked at him, the biggest grin on his face.

“I’ll think about it.” she teased as he let out a hearty laugh.

She pulled him towards as her as she kissed him again. He had managed to pull the ring out of its place in the box and she looked down to see him holding it, as she stuck her finger out and he slipped it on.

“So that’s a yes?” he questioned, an expectant look on his face.

“That’s a yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
All of the while, all of the while it was you

Practice Makes Perfect

Hi there! So, this is just a little one shot that I thought of doing just to fulfill my needs of omelia babies. It’s basically how I wanted things to go for Owen and Amelia to decide to have kids in season 13. Very fluffy, as always. Hope you like it!

It couldn’t be. That could not be happening. 

Amelia paced around the empty bathroom of the hospital, her hands sweaty. She was freaking out. But God, why was she freaking out so much? It wasn’t a big deal! Except that it was. At least for her, it was.

“You paged 911?! Are you okay?” Maggie entered the bathroom, breathless because of the running she did. She looked around the room, looking for a pile of blood or something that could justify her getting a 911 page from her sister.

“No, I’m not okay.” Amelia murmured, trying to hold back her tears.

“What is it? What happened?!” She came closer to Amelia, rubbing her sister’s arms and trying to calm her down.

“Maggie, I think I’m pregnant.” She blurted it out, tears falling down from her eyes.

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Babies ❤

Owelia Week: Day 3!

Theme: Babies :3

Type: Fanfiction

I’m sorry guys, I didn’t have much time to edit this, but I honestly enjoyed writing it, I hope you enjoy reading it! Let me know what you think xx

She ran. It was like her feet weren’t hers, she couldn’t feel them, like she was floating. She was going through the ER at the speed of light, pushing through everyone, not even stopping to apologize, she didn’t care, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t until she ran straight into Owen’s chest, even then, Amelia tried to get past him, not bothering to look up to him. Owen however held her shoulders and stopped her, “Get out of my way!” she snapped, it was harsh, he was confused and surprised, to say the least. He grimaced and followed her to see her waiting nervously at the door of the ER. He hadn’t got a page for any sort of casualty or ambulance coming, so he was even more puzzled now.

“Aims, what’s going on?” he inquired

“Meredith paged me, she said it’s Ellie,” Amelia wore her gloves and kept staring ahead waiting for the car

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Life's A Bitch

For @omeliaweek day 7. The prompt was: Some old patient of Amelia’s from when she was pregnant, comes to GSM for a general surgery and asks her about her baby in front of Meredith.


Meredith grabbed the patient tablet, reading off the name and looking up to smile at the dark skinned woman. “Pilar Rodriguez, nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Grey.” She greeted the woman in the ER, lying back on a gurney.

“Hello, Dr. Grey.” She smiled back weakly.

“You’ve been experiencing some abdominal pain?” She questioned the woman and Pilar nodded.

“Yes, I’m here on vacation, visiting the space needle. Then this morning I woke up with severe sharp pain.”

“Alright, I’m just going to feel around a bit, tell me if it hurts.” Meredith spoke, lightly pressing her fingers around the woman’s stomach. Pilar winced in pain after a few touches.

“It looks like you have appendicitis. I’m going to get you up to surgery in a moment. Let me go free up an OR.” Meredith spoke, pulling back the curtain and smiled, seeing Amelia. “Amelia, can you take the kids home tonight? I have an appy to do. It shouldn’t take very long.” She told the brunette.

Amelia nodded, and with that she caught a glimpse of Meredith’s patient, staring at her for a quick second before the gears in her head clicked and she rushed away.

“Dr. Shep—” Pilar started but Amelia was long gone.

Meredith furrowed her brow but shook ever head, heading back to her patient. “Alright, we have an empty OR. I’m going to bring you up and scrub in.” Meredith informed.

Pilar nodded, still looking off to where Amelia had disappeared.

“Do you know her? Dr. Shepherd, did you know her?” Meredith asked after Pilar never replied.

“That’s who that was. Yes, she treated me in LA. She works here now?” Meredith hummed in response. “How’s her baby?”

That made Meredith pause. “Baby? Amelia—Dr. Shepherd doesn’t have a baby.”

“Yes, yes she does. She was pregnant when she was treating me.”

“Dr. Shepherd doesn’t have a baby. I would certainly know that. We’re pretty close.” Meredith laughed.

“Not close enough.” Pilar replied.

“Ms. Rodriguez, I would certain know. She lives with me. Dr. Shepherd is my sister-in-law. She moved in with me after her brother—my husband—passed away, so she could helped me with my kids. I have three of them and neither are hers.” Meredith quickly explained, rolling the gurney onto the elevator.

“Well, she had a baby. She was very pregnant when she treated me. She told me she was due in a few months and then I felt her belly.” Pilar explained.

Meredith rolled the gurney off the elevator and into the OR. “Okay, sorry, it’s time for surgery now. I need to scrub in.” She hurried out, heading to the scrub room.


She could see Amelia sitting on the couch as she passed through the kitchen, sitting her purse onto the counter. She reached up, grabbing a glass out of the open cabinet, shaking her head. “Close the cabinets!” She laughed. “Do you want any lime water?” She asked, pouring herself a glass of wine.

“Sure.” Amelia replied and Meredith took out another glass, pouring the lime water into it. She then picked up both glasses, handing one to Amelia and sitting on the opposite end of the couch, facing her sister-in-law.

“Thanks.” Amelia replied quietly, turning to stare at the television again. She laughed lightly at whatever was on before Meredith spoke up again.

“So, my patient today…” Meredith started. “She told me she knew you.” She eased.

“Yeah, I treated her for vascular spasms she thought was a tumor.” Amelia spoke, her eyes still glued to the tv.

“She told me you had a kid.” Meredith laughed. “I would certainly know if that was true.”

Amelia stood up. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She spoke, heading up the stairs.

Moments later, Meredith could hear Amelia’s bedroom door shut. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.


Maggie stood above the stove, pushing around a pan filled with scrambled eggs, and another with bacon. Meredith walked down the stairs with Ellis on her hip, spotting Zola and Bailey at the counter.

“You know, you’re never going to believe this.” Meredith spoke up, making Maggie turn around to face her. Meredith set Ellis into the high chair, handing her a plastic spoon to play with while she waited for food like her older siblings. “I had a patient last night, who knew Amelia. And this woman tells me–” she paused to laugh. “–she tells me, Amelia had a kid. Amelia doesn’t have a kid. I would know this. She lives here. She can’t be hiding it in her suitcase right? Like that’s illegal. This woman must’ve been on drugs or something.” Meredith spoke.

“She wasn’t on drugs.” Amelia spoke up, walking into the kitchen. Meredith slowly turned around. “Pilar Rodriguez wasn’t on drugs.” She repeated quietly, staring at Ellis in the high chair. “I gave birth to a baby and my baby died.” She spoke, her voice cracked, failing her.

“Amelia—” Maggie started before Amelia cut her off.

“Owen–” Amelia paused, taking in a deep breath. “Owen is the only person in Seattle that knows. I didn’t even tell Derek this.” She spoke, her voice still weak.

Meredith stepped closer to her, reaching over to place a hand on Amelia’s arm but the brunette pulled away. “H-have you ever seen an anencephalic baby before?” She asked.

Both women shook their heads. “My baby was born with anencephaly. I held him in my arms until he died. I held him for forty-three minutes. I was someone’s mom for forty-three minutes. I–” she spoke, a tear slowly falling from her eye. “I don’t like to talk about it. I’ve try to leave my past behind me.”

Maggie turned back around, scooping up eggs and plating them onto three plastic plates for the kids before serving herself, Meredith and Amelia. Amelia shook her head, standing up from the table after, and grabbing her purse. “I’m going to work.” She spoke quietly, exiting the house with a small thud of the front door.

“I would’ve never pushed it, if I knew. I asked her last night, no actually, I brought it up last night because I thought my patient was wrong, and I was laughing. I didn’t know.” Meredith spoke, shocked of the recent reveal.

“She knows that, Mer, she knows. It’s probably really hard.” Maggie replied.

Meredith shook her head. “I have to go.” She spoke, standing up and placing her half eaten plate into the sink, grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

“What about—” Maggie was cut off by the sound of the door shutting. “Guess I’m taking you three to daycare today.” She laughed, looking at Zola and Bailey.


Meredith hurried into the hospital, looking around to see if she spotted Amelia. “Owen, have you seen Amelia?” She asked, almost frantically. He shook his head.

“No, she isn’t scheduled for another hour.” He spoke up.

“I uh—” April started, walking up to them. “I saw her heading to the chapel on my way out.” April spoke. Meredith thanked her before walking towards the hospital chapel.

She rounded the corner, finding Amelia leaning against the doorframe of the small chapel, looking into the little room. Meredith walked up beside her and grabbed her upper arm lightly.

“Follow me.” She spoke. Amelia hesitated before reluctantly following Meredith into an empty scrub room connected to OR three. She sat down against the cabinets, motioning for Amelia to do the same.

“Wha–why are we here?” Amelia asked, uninterested.

Meredith stared straight, focusing on the cabinets in front of her. “I know this isn’t the same, and I’m sorry. Right here, well, in the OR behind us, is where I lost mine and Derek’s first baby. It took me a while to finally tell him that I was pregnant and miscarried. It was during the shooting. I was so scared that he was going to die, right there. Gary Clarke shot him out on the catwalk out there, and I was watching with Cristina. She had to hold me back so I wouldn’t go out there. I was screaming.” Meredith paused. “I’m pretty sure I punched her too.” She laughed lightly.

Amelia turned towards her but Meredith continued. “I know this isn’t anything like your situation, but I’m telling you too. We all have terrible, dark and twisty things that happen to us. But we just have to keep going. You have no idea how scared I was after I got pregnant with Bailey. I was convinced he had two heads, six toes was blind and or deaf. And to make matters worse, I gave birth to him in a power outage, had a splenic bleed and almost lost him and I almost died. It’s been a rough life so far, but I’m here. We’re all here. I don’t want you to be scared of not telling people. And I’m sorry for bringing it up this morning. I really thought that my patient was on drugs.” She laughed.

Amelia nodded slowly, cracking a small smile. “I was the druggie, don’t forget that.” She spoke, knocking her elbow against Meredith’s arm.

“Amelia,” Meredith paused, taking Amelia’s hand in her own. “You’re still somebody’s mom, though. Just because your baby isn’t here, doesn’t mean that you’re not a mother. You will always be a mother to someone now. And now I am an aunt again.”

“Derek would’ve loved him.” Amelia spoke after a few silent moments.

“He?” Meredith questioned. Amelia nodded. “Derek would’ve spoiled him rotten. He would’ve been the only nephew he’d see regularly.”

“He would’ve been five this May. May 15th.” Amelia cracked a small smile, thinking about her son. “He was so beautiful. I’m probably biased, but Meredith he was the most beautiful baby.”

“I bet he was. He’s a Shepherd. He’s got the right genes.” She spoke.

“I wish life was different. I wish that I wouldn’t have made so many mistakes, maybe then I could’ve raised him.” Amelia said.

“I don’t think it would’ve changed much. Life will always suck.” Meredith replied, shaking her head.

“You know, you’re right. Life sucks.”

“Life’s a bitch.” Meredith laughed. The two sat together in silence until a pager sounded, pulling them back to reality.

Moving Forward

In this fic, it would be 2 weeks after Omelia made up. Owen follows Amelia to LA to visit her first baby’s grave. This would feature the LA gang :)

For the sake of this fic:

a) Amelia had returned home and made up with Owen 2 weeks before this fic

b) They didn’t receive any news about Megan in this fic, and the hospital fire didn’t occur.

Again, thanks to the amazing @jia911 helping me to proofread this! <3

Owen closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the aircraft he was boarding landed. His heart was thumping fast. Although he tried not to show it, he was nervous about meeting Amelia’s LA gang. Although Amelia frequently told him about her LA friends, and he had joined in their FaceTime chats a couple of times, this was the first time he was meeting them face to face. He knew that they meant a lot to Amelia, and were her family when she was working in LA. He was glad that she had found a place where she belonged before she met him. He had heard only good things about this group and couldn’t wait to meet them. At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder what impression would he be making on them. What if they didn’t like him? He didn’t want to let Amelia down. If Amelia’s friends liked him, she would be happy, and her being happy would make him happy too.

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