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In Sync

I haven’t written in a long time due to some personal issues, but I just had to write a special fic for the lovely Helen aka @magicalpostface for her birthday! As requested by Helen, this fic is ‘flut’ (fluff and smut) because when I asked what she preferred this was her reply! Happy Birthday Helen! Hope you had an incredible day yesterday. 

Also I haven’t ever written smut before, so please let me know how I could improve - thank you!

‘Meet me in the on call room after your surgery, and hurry! ;)’

Owen laughed quietly to himself as he read the text message from his extremely horny wife. It had been 4 weeks since they found out Amelia was pregnant, and her hormones were beginning to run riot. To begin with, Amelia started getting mad at every little thing that Owen did - Hurricane Amelia. Whether it be that he didn’t clean the kitchen in the specific order she liked, or that he would kiss her neck in the place that really tickled, or even when he didn’t go down to Lady Town that one time, she was ruthless against him. After a week or two, it subsided, and had been replaced by extremely emotional Amelia, or as he liked to call her, Tsunami Amelia. She would just burst into tears at any given moment, and usually Owen was there to see it. She even started crying when she successfully finished a surgery a week ago! It broke his heart knowing that his wife was hurting and upset, even though he knew it was just the hormones, and it was even harder for him because no-one else other than Arizona knew why Amelia was crying all the time.

Now, going into her 8th week of pregnancy, Amelia’s new found emotion was horny. All day. EVERY DAY. This was definitely Owen’s favourite emotion of hers so far, and after a tough couple of weeks having to deal with Hurricane and Tsunami Amelia, he was elated to get this side of her. Owen had been enjoying Amelia’s ever changing body so much with this pregnancy too, so he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

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In wüsten Wellen Salz und Meer verbreiten
Mit aufgeschäumter Gischt entlang der Pier
Von welcher aus sich jeder Blick verliert
In diesen endlos nebelgrauen Weiten

Auf Meeresgrund mit Gummistiefeln schreiten
Und in die Ferne starrend steht ein Turm
Die Stille macht nichts anders als der Sturm
Ein Halb und Halb sich wiederholender Gezeiten

Diese Transferperiode hat uns gefordert wie keine andere. Ich habe das am eigenen Leib erfahren. Ich war in Italien, wollte das erste Mal seit drei oder vier Jahren 14 Tage Urlaub mit meiner Frau machen. Und am vierten Tag hat sie gesagt, das machen wir jetzt nicht mehr, das brechen wir sofort ab, denn ich sehe dich ja eh nicht, du bist immer weg, bist dauernd am Telefon und im Rest der Zeit hast du schlechte Laune. Meine Sommerpause waren jene vier Tage, zu denen An- und Abreise schon dazu gehörten. Bei Michael Zorc war es genauso, weil wir eine Flut an Transfers bewältigen mussten wie noch nie. Acht neue Spieler, vier Spieler verkauft und das Ende ist noch nicht in Sicht. Das war die zwei- bis dreifache Menge eines normales Sommers. Und da sich das zum Teil erst kurzfristig herausstellte, waren wir darauf auch nicht so recht vorbereitet. In anderen Zeiten hatten wir schon im Februar und März die Angelegenheiten geregelt.
—  Aki Watzke