megan hun this is for you


a/n: so @sowhatshawn and i were talking about stuff the other day. and i got this idea. so. here. it. is. 

You made your way through the warm bodies shuffling around the house, trying to find your boyfriend. He had promised he wouldn’t get drunk, but you knew better. You knew he would celebrate this tour ending by drinking his body weight in alcohol, and by the end of the night you would be the one dragging his ass to the car, and helping him into the apartment.

Peering around the corner, you smiled when you saw Shawn tossing the ping pong ball into the red cup at the other end of the table, cheering when the beer splashed out. “I won!” He cheered, high-fiving a tipsy Matt. “I fucking won!”

“That’s the third time you’ve won, dude.” Matt laughed, nodding at you. “Hey, your girl’s looking for you.”

Shawn spun around, dopey smile on his face as you walked over. “Hi, baby!”

“Hey, hun. D’you think you’re about ready to head home?” You asked, since it was nearing one in the morning, and you were exhausted.

“Y-yeah, lemme just go say bye to everyone.” Shawn nodded, stumbling past you into the other room.

Matt looked at you, concerned. “You gonna be able to get him inside by yourself? I can help you- he weighs more than he looks.”

You laughed, nodding. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, though. I’ll text you when I get him inside.”

Megan walked over to Matt, and you bid the couple goodbye before going to find the lanky mess of a boyfriend you had.

Turning off the ignition, you pulled the keys out and grabbed your phone. You got out of the car, and set your purse on the hood, before going over and tackling the sleepy man inside the passenger side. “Shawn, bubby, you’ve gotta help me here.” You laughed, almost falling over when he got out, and leant all of his weight into you. “Jesus, Shawn, how much did you drink?” You asked, the smell of beer strong on him.

“S-so much.” Shawn mumbled, working with you so you two could get inside.

The two of you walked into the bedroom, and you disappeared into the closet to grab a pair of pajamas for your boyfriend, and he was sitting on the bed, giggling.

You started unbuttoning the dress shirt he had on, hands working fast since you knew he was going to start getting drowsy.

“She’s so pretty.” Shawn said out of nowhere, smile playing on his lips.

You quirked an eyebrow up, and walked over to him. “Who?”

“Audrey.” Shawn said, catching you by surprise. “Her lips were so plump. A-and they tasted like strawberries.” He giggled like a little boy, hiccuping.

“What? What do you mean?” You asked, heart rate picking up.

Shawn stripped off his shirt, and you felt your breath catch when you saw the hickeys on his chest. They were dark, and looked fresh. “Shawn, honey, when did you get those?”

The brunet looked down at his chest, and let out a breathy laugh. “So dark.” He poked one. “Audrey said she wasn’t going to leave marks. She said Y/N would get mad.” His head whipped up, and you swore he realized who he was talking to.

But, when he spoke, you felt your heart shatter even more. “It felt nice.”

You stayed silent for the rest of the night, waiting until Shawn’s breath evened out before getting out of bed. You left a water bottle and some Advil on the nightstand next to him, and quietly grabbed your essentials.

You let a few tears out as you padded across the hardwood of the apartment, collecting your purse, coat, keys; stopping at the picture of you and Shawn on your anniversary. You were in Europe, Paris to be exact, and Josiah had snapped the photo of you two in front of the Eiffel Tower. Kids in Love. Paris. 2016. You let out a rough laugh at the engraving on the frame, before letting the photo fall from your hands.

With one last look around the place you had called home, you opened the door, and stepped out into the night, temperature matching your feelings. Cold.

You didn’t make it far. instead, you stopped a few blocks down, and walked into the 24-hour mini mart at the corner. You dialed one of the more familiar numbers on your phone, pressing it to your ear. “Can you come pick me up?”

a/n: sorry it’s short. but i already have a part 2 ready to be posted. 

Cute sentences prompt: Don’t

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what to do”

He paces around his dressing room and groans a little. “I hate this outfit”

He pushes his bottom lip forward, looking into the mirror, brows furrowed.

“You’ve been hating every outfit so far,” Brian huffs, holding up a navy blue button down shirt. “Try this one. This seems nice”

“Fuck this, I’ll just wear a plain black t-shirt,” Shawn growls and quickly gets out of the olive green shirt he is wearing.

“What is wrong with you, dude?” Matt asks, frowning at Shawn. “You seem weird and impatient and you are annoying”

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Lucille X Negan X Reader

This is a random Negan imagine I wrote yesterday. I know I don’t do twd imagines but I just love Negan. @suckerforsmilex hope you like it hun

You took a deep breath in waiting for your que. After all the time you still got excited about the shit you were about to rain down on these people. You took the picture of your husband out your pocket when you heard “and let’s meet her!” you gave the picture a kiss “show time baby” You whispered to the photo and booted the RV door clean off. It landed on the floor with a loud bang.
“Evening ladies! I’m Lucille” you smiled and bowed at the group of women on their knees in beautiful line up. “You shitting yourselves yet? Cuz I fuckin would be.”


Negan and Dwight were heading back home after an unsuccessful short run out. Neither were talking and just wanted to head back. They took a shortcut through the woods when they saw a lot of lights up ahead.
“Shall we go round?” Dwight whispered.
Negan frowned “Hell no! What if it’s a group we own? Hilltop? Rick? We gota check this out.” He put his finger to his lips as he krept forward. They got to a tree where they had a clean view of the line up “What the fuck is going off?” he saw the woman kick the door of the RV off laughing “Oh shit!”
“Who is that?” Dwight asked.
Negan had a half worried half impresses expression look on his face “This is not good.”


You swung the large metal axe around in a circle. “So you call yourself the goddesses? See I find that fuckin funny… cuz you know, I never thought goddesses killed people who hadn’t done anything to you. Well yeah I’m taking your shit but.. you killed my people. At first I was gona let you off but then you killed my toy boy and then I found my fuckin dog. Dead. That tipped me over the fuckin edge.” You took a deep breath in “and now, you beautiful little ladies get to meet my favourite person. This,” You held you axe up clearly for all to see “this is Negan. I named him after my dear husband. Both can give you a right head ache. If you get me.” You paced up and down seeing all the women shaking and crying “I know I know this is all a bit much for you but honestly it is all your fault.” You clapped you hands together “Now, Emily.” You spoke to your right hand man, well right hand girl “Who’s the leader? Like the main bitch?”
Emily walked behind a woman looking at the ground, she had long hair, flannel shirt and cammo bottoms on “this one luce” She pushed the barrel of her pistol into the back of her neck making her gasp “I think her names Megan. I dunno though.”
You crouched down infront of her lifting her head up with negans handle. “Hi Meg. I can call you Meg right?” not expecting answer. You could see the fear in her eyes which only made you smile more “I want you to know that all of this is your fault. No matter how fuckin angry you get with me this is all because of you. I really want you to blame yourself.” You got hold of a large chunk of her hair and dragged her forward then threw her on the ground. “Get on your knees! I want you to watch this. Rex!” you clicked your fingers at one of your men “Get your ass here point that gun at her head if she moves shoot her.” You turned back to the line up.
“P…p…please.. please don’t..” A younger lass in the middle sobbed “we… we understand.. we understand.”
You walked to her taking her chin in your hands and lifting her head to look at you “Damn sweetie. You get it, but your boss, she doesn’t. She will try and kill me after this. But she needs to understand I can’t be killed. I’m everywhere.” You kissed her on the forehead and stood back up. “Now this is my favourite bit, one of you gets to me Negan.” You jumped a little “I do love this bit. Survivors!” you shouted to your men “any one screams, moves and tries to pull any shit shoot them all! Then I’m going to go to your little town and shoot everyone there too. Till there is no one left everyone you love will die. So don’t fucking move. I guess you can cry, maybe throw up. This shit ain’t gona be nice.” You laughed at them again “we’re gona play a little game as I just can’t decide. It’s called duck duck goose. If you’re goose you’re fuckin dead.” You walked to the end of the line pointing Negan in each of their faces. “duck….. duck…… duck….. duck……. duck…… duck……. duck….. duck…… goose.” You got to the prettiest of them all “I guess you’re it.” You could hear them all sobbing saying no over and over again “nothing personal hun but you’re too pretty for my liking. Someone my husband would just really love.” You brought Negan above your head and in one clean drop you lodged him right into the top of her skull. Blood splattered everywhere, poured out her mouth and she collapsed on the floor. “haha daymn!” you pushed your short black hair back out of your face. “That is stuck right in there.” You wobbled the handle “I know, Meg crawl your ass here.”
She crawled over to you “Fuck you!” she leapt up punching you in the face. Luckily it didn’t hurt you at all. You heard a slight rustle coming from a tree near you. Probably a fucking squirrel or summet you thought. You sighed and grabbed a hold of her hair again pulling her head back “What did I say? What did I fuckin say? You silly cunt.” You pulled a knife from your pocket and dragged it lightly across her cheek. “Now Meg. I want you to chose two people to live.”
“No. No” She shook her head. “You can’t make me do this”
You squeezed her shoulders “Hun, you did this. I will fuck you up, slaughter everyone here, everyone in your home and keep you alive but only just. So pick two. I won’t kill everyone I just want to give you an option here. I’m trying to be nice.”
Her hands violently shook as she pointed to the young girl you had already spoke to and a woman similar to her. “perfect! Is that your girlfriend? Sister maybe? Never mind. Lady come here a sec.” You threw Meg back onto the ground. You stroked her face “and your name is?”
“Teresa” She trembled
“okay Teresa this will be over soon. Could you do me a favour and get Negan out your friends skull. It’s truly lodged in there.”
“Ermm OK.” She wobbled over to the dead girl and pulled Negan out her skull then turned and slowly passed it to you.
You smiled “Thank you hun. That’s all I wanted.” With one spin you swung Negan and took her head clean off. All the girls screamed mainly Megan. “I hope you’ve all learnt a valuable lesson today.” You pointed Negan in Megan’s face. “Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.” You wiped the blood off Negan onto Megan’s shirt. “Right I say we roll out! I’ll give you guys the RV. A treat from me and take the fuckin bodies with you.” They all stayed where they were “Now!” you yelled. They all started to scramble onto their feet sobbing their hearts out. They picked up the bodies and left pretty quickly. I guess they didn’t want to be around you much more.
Emily came up to you “Nice. We headin home then?”
You put an arm round her and smiled “That we are. I think I’m gona stay here, have a fag, enjoy a beer and catch you back home. I want to soak up the air a bit.”
“okay boss.” She climbed in her car and drove off with the rest.
You walked over to your truck lighting a fag on the way. You grabbed a bottle of beer off the passenger seat and walked to the bloody stains on the floor. You took a deep breath in, spun around real fast and threw your bottle against the tree behind you. “Okay dick head! Come out and I won’t kill you. I know you were watching me. Let’s see your face.”
Some ugly fucker walks from behind the tree. All the side of his face burnt up and his hands raised. “Pretty impre…”
You cute him off “Jesus man! You’re one ugly son of a bitch! Someone really fucked you up.” You swung Negan around in a circle again “You with anyone? Your wife? A mate? Come out love don’t be shy!” you called out to the tree. All of a sudden you hear a familiar laugh.
Then his voice “Oh that was quite a show!”
There he was, your husband. The man you lost when the apocalypse struck. You were away with work and you lost contact in all the mess. You really never thought you’d see him again.
Everything just fell out your hands you couldn’t speak. You walked towards him and slapped him clean across the face. Then he grabbed you by the waist pulling you into the most powerful kiss you’ve ever had. You pulled back breathing really heavily. “Fuck” You whispered. He kissed your again with pure hunger.
“ I fucking missed you doll.” He picked you up and turned to the burnt face guy. “I want you to head back, tell my wives to leave before I come home. Or there’ll be a fuckin shit storm heading their way.”
You pulled back “I’m sorry… your wives?”
“Well you couldn’t expect me to not fuck anyone. And didn’t I hear you mention they killed your toy boy.”
You shrugged “You got me there. Can I go and tell them to fuck off. I’d really enjoy that.”
“I don’t see why not. I love a good cat fight.” He smiled at you
“Trust me.. no bitch is gonna want to try and fight me.” You kissed him again “Also I’m gonna need you to like fuck my brains out!”
He grunted “that can be arranged. You giving us a lift then.”

Let's have a baby, baby

This is an imagine for a lovely follower wasn’t sure if you’re name is Natalie or Megan, so I put Y/N. I’ll change it if you want hun. Hope you like it!

Guys please let me know what you thought! Xxx

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Now my heart is broken


Since we arrived to Hawaii, out holiday destination, I’ve been nothing but smiling. Everything was going just fine. It felt like it should be. I feel like we’re our old selves again. We’ve been through a rough couple of months and I am glad we’re finally over that. We were fighting so much during that time, we became cold towards each other, almost to the point of splitting up, but we managed to get through it. I would lie if I said it was easy, it all became too much, tours that were getting longer, my stressful job, hate on twitter, paparazzi..everything became overwhelming and I was on the edge, almost to the point of breaking; but he never gave up on me, on us. And after we cleared everything and got back to our tracks he just woke me up with kisses and said: “get up; we’re going on a little summer get-away, just you and I for a little while.”

After a 15 hour flight we were dead and as soon as we got to the hotel we took a shower and just crashed on the bed. In the morning I was really excited to see the islands. The nature is beautiful; beaches are like from a dream. It was just what we needed, a nice and peaceful place where we can be ourselves, where we can relax and just be with one another.

The first day, technically the second day we just explored stuff, got to know their culture more, and enjoyed the nice weather and beaches.

The third day we spent the entire night on one lonely beach we found. We had some snacks and drinks and just enjoyed the view and talked. It’s been so long since it was just us, no interruptions and I didn’t want this trip to end. And somehow it was dawn. We looked to the horizon, my back pressed to his front, his hands around my waist, and we were watching the most beautiful sunrise. It was so romantic. When I turned to my side to see his reaction, to see was he as captivated as I was our lips met into a romantic sweet kiss. Soon I was laying on the towel we once sat on and he was hovering over me.

The fourth day he discovered the golf courts. It was just a matter of time before he realized they had them. I guess he didn’t really see what where ‘things to do’ here nor looked at some brochures, and he just got the idea that morning. We went to the court and he was determined to teach me how to golf. He’d stand behind me, his arms over mine, his hands holding my significantly smaller ones to try to show me how to kick that golf ball with a stick. To be honest I was awful and he was trying so hard not to laugh. Let’s just say he failed at that, but soon I was laughing with him as well. I wasn’t a fan of golf but he loved it. He said it was one of the best way to get lost a bit, just relax and there’s only the court and you. But I wasn’t complaining, he looked so hot when he was golfing. Somehow every golf outfit he had made his ass pop a bit, and the way his arm and back muscles flexed under the tight white golf shirt was a view I couldn’t resist. I bit hard on my lip as I watched him play.

Next day we went canoeing. Let’s say I fell three times, and that activity was my idea. “Told you we should’ve stayed in bad,” he laughed. Later we visited some villages the guide at our hotel recommended. Over all it was a really fun day.

The fifth day we went to the interactive theater. The theater was in a form of a volcano we were able to feel the power of a volcano, the mists of a roaring waterfall and even smell sweet floral scents without leaving our seats. Damn they had a good team of people working with those special effects.

The sixth day we decided to postpone the next activity called “track the underwater kingdom” for tomorrow and just have a lazy day. We were at the beach almost all day and when we got to our hotel room. I took a shower and then he did. After our showers we just laid on bed and stared through the window until Harry decided to speak. “Y/N, I’ve been thinking, we’ve been married for 2 and a half years, do you think it’s time to start trying? I really want to have a baby with you love. I love you a lot and you mean the world to me, so is there a better way to perpetuate our love than by having a kid.” I stood silent a little while and just crashed my lips to his. “I’d love to have a baby with you Harry. I love you.” He grinned like a little kid before kissing me on the lips then every part of my face. “We better start trying now, right?” I smiled at his happiness. “Let’s make babies, baby.” I giggled at his enthusiasm.

He moved me so I was on top of him, our lips never breaking the contact, treasuring the feeling that keeping them connected had provided seemed more vital than air. His lips were so soft and we moved perfectly against each other. Though I was utterly familiar with the feeling of his lips on mine, on my skin, his touch, his body it always felt like the first time, because something was always different. What was different wasn’t anything major; it was in little touches and stolen kisses, shared glances…

We eventually had to break the kiss, but shortly, only to breathe in some air and then our lips would meet again, colliding passionately. He started leaving open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and once he got to the part where my jaw meats my neck, right under my right ear he nibbled lightly, knowing I loved when he did that. Harry, then, moved to my neck biting a bit then soothing the sting with his tongue. While he was sucking at the crock of my neck his hands went underneath my shirt and held my hips as he draw circles there. He slowly went down, kissing down my collar bones and then moved my shirt down so the part of my breasts that wasn’t covered with my bra was more exposed to him.  He placed his pulp lips on the exposed part.

Then I moved his head up so I can kiss him again. After that I moved my tongue along his strong jaw, one on his many features that turned me on so incredibly much. I moved down his neck and alternated between light kisses and gentle nibbling. I, then, practically ripped his white button up shirt open. He just smirked as I proceeded with what I had in mind. I went back to his collar bones and then I sat up a bit and slowly traced his inked chest with my forefinger. I slowly outlined the sparrows under his collar bones, which is my favorite tattoo, and then the butterfly spread across his belly.

After that I returned to connecting my lips to his skin, making my way down his stomach. When I reached his butterfly he flipped us over so that he was on top. He threw his shirt on the floor and tugged on the hem of mine. I sat up to make it easier for him to take my shirt off. He didn’t waist anytime and unzipped my shorts as well. Then he stood up to take of his shorts and just stared at me, and after 7 years of being together I still can’t get used to his gaze; his action making me blush.

His lips fell on mine and then we just stared at each other’s eyes for a little bit. “I am so happy we’re gonna start trying,” he said and I smiled at his words. His lips attached my collar bones while his hands roamed my sides and then slid beneath my back. I arched a bit making it easier for him to unclasp my bra. As soon as he did his made his way to the valley of my breasts. His lips soon locked around my left nipple as his tongue swirled around it, driving me crazy as a few soft moans left my mouth. He moved to my right breast giving it the same attention as he did to the other one.

His hand traveled down my stomach and went inside my panties. As his lips moved to my neck, his fingers started making slow circles on my clit. My hands quickly went to his shoulders digging my nails into his skin. “I think we need these off,” his hot breath hit my earlobe. His hands went down my side and into my panties slowly taking them off over my smooth skin. Once they were off he threw them behind him and they landed somewhere on the room floor lost with the other parts of clothing.

He kissed me passionately, lustfully and yet lovingly. I always feel like I could kiss him forever. His lips felt like heaven, so soft and sweet and yet the kiss can became extremely heated and rough.

I bucked up my hips not wanting to wait for us to fully connect anymore. And he got the hint. This time our romantic bubble, a state of mind we induce in when we’re together wasn’t broken by moving away to get a condom. He placed himself at my entrance and slowly slid in. He was moving slowly, then he would pick up the pace building up the pit in my stomach and then he would go slow again.

Unexpectedly, he flipped us over so that I was on top, for the second time that night. Usually he gives me a ‘heads up’ before he does that. I quickly got myself back together and placed my hand on his shoulders and started moving up and down trying to get a certain rhythm.  His eyes were closed but they soon flew open his lower lips between his teeth, his forehead sweaty, couple of his curls stuck to his forehead. I wanted to move them away but I felt that if I move my hands even a millimeter my legs would give out.

He set up so our chests were pressed together. One of his hands held my hip helping me to continue moving in the same rhythm and his other hand moved the hair from my face. Then he cupped my face with his free hand and moved his head towards me to share a hungry kiss. His tongue against mine and then he moved away gently biting on my lower lip and tugging at it a bit.

And then again I was back underneath him. I quickly moved the hair that was stuck to his forehead. His hands held a firm grip on my hips as he went in and out of me. My left hand pulled on his ringlets above his neck and my right hand was on his shoulder blade, my nails digging into his skin. He picked up his pace a little bit and that was it, I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Harry, I….I can’t,”-I managed to mouth. “Together babe, on three.” And exactly on the count of three he came inside of me.

This time it was different, it had a different meaning. I was possibly pregnant, we are gonna become parents. If not tonight then next week or the week after that, but we hopefully will. I can’t believe how far we’ve come, and he keeps proving me every day that marring him was the best decision I’ve made.

We just laid there in bad, our bodies tangled, summer breeze entering the room through the window, slightly cooling off our heated bodies.


Sorry it’s short! xx

A Glimpse Of Heaven

This is for @omeliaweek. Grab your tissues.

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this before we knew that Riggs was a dirty cheater, so ya. And I didn’t want to have to change it because it was a big part of the story. Anyway, enjoy!

Amelia sat in the hospital bed, cradling her newborn baby daughter as Owen hovered above them, smiling at the sleeping infant. The brunette looked up, sporting Addison walk in the door. The redhead immediately finding her way next to Amelia and peeking at the baby.

“She’s so beautiful,” Addison gawked. “Congratulations. Does she have a name yet?”

Amelia nodded, looking between the baby and her friend. “We’re naming her Natalie. Natalie Michelle Shepherd–Hunt.”

“Nattie for short.” Owen added.

“Natalie? Where’d you come up with that one?” Addison inquired.

Amelia looked at Owen before passing the baby over to Addison, and sitting up straighter. “Owen suggested it. He wanted to name her after Nate, since he brought Megan back to them. And Natalie was the closest thing to Nathan you can get. I really liked it and I’m just glad they are back to being best friends again. I couldn’t handle the drama. They were worse than two teenage girls.” Amelia laughed. Owen shot her an offended look. “Don’t worry, Hun, yours is bigger.” She winked at him.

“How would you know?” He asked.

She just shot him another wink.


Megan and Nate walked into the Shepherd–Hunt household, Megan toting around the three year old toddler on her hip. Amelia peeked around the kitchen corner, spotting her chattering daughter.

“Hi Nattie! Did you have fun at the circus with Aunty Megan and Uncle Nate?” She asked, smearing frosting on a cupcake.

“She did. She had a great birthday present. I’m just sad we both have to work and can’t be at the party. We had our own little party though. Thank you for letting us take her.” Megan smiled, setting the child down.

“Mommy! I wanna ride a pony!” Natalie beamed.

“You do? Maybe when you’re a bit bigger, Nattie.” Amelia shot her down.

“But I am big! I free!” She exclaimed, holding up three fingers.

“I know, your birthday is today and you’re three. But I want you to be bigger before you ride a pony.” She informed.

Nattie frowned, accepting goodbye hugs from her aunt and uncle before she retreated to the living room where her toys were.


“Owen! I can’t find my black pumps anywhere! Have you seen them?” Amelia shouted from inside the closet, pulling every pair of shoe she owned out.

“Come here!” He shouted back to her. “In Nat’s room!”

Amelia huffed. “I’m trying to get ready for—” she stopped, upon entering her daughter’s room. Smiling at the sight.

Five year old Nattie was standing in her white flower girl dress, in Amelia’s black pumps holding Owens hands in her own tiny ones. Her husband was on his knees, placing the ring pop on his daughter’s thumb, the only finger that was big enough to hold it.

“What are you two doing?” She laughed.

“I’m getting married mommy! That’s what you do at weddings.” She told her mother, as if Amelia had no idea. “I married daddy. Because he’s the bestest daddy ever. I wanna marry him real serious when I’m bigger.” She informed her mom.

Amelia chuckled at her daughter’s dreams. “I don’t think that’s legal, and he’s my husband. You’re a husband stealer AND a shoe stealer!” She laughed, picking up her daughter.

“Mommy, I had to be taller! You know daddy’s like five thousand hundred feet tall!” She replied, throwing her arms out animatedly.

“Oh yes, for sure, five thousand hundred.” She grinned, tickling her daughter lightly. “Now, let’s get going. Aunty Megan and uncle Nate are getting married today and their flower girl cannot be late!”


Nattie sucked in a breath of air before blowing out the candles in her cake. “What did you wish for baby girl?” Owen asked.

“Daddy, I can’t tell you. It’s not gonna come true.” She spoke before deciding to continue. “I wished for a pony. I wanna ride a pony.” She told him.

“Well, I’ll have to talk with mommy and see if we can make that wish come true.” Owen told her.

“Talk with mommy about what?” Amelia asked, walking up to them with the cake knife.

“The pony girl wishes to ride a pony.” Owen said, ruffling his daughter’s brown hair.

“You know Nattie, on your third birthday, Aunt Megan and Uncle Nate brought you home from the circus and you kept telling me you wanted to ride a pony. I told you when you were bigger. You insisted you were big but I said no and you gave me the most heartbreaking look of defeat. So, maybe soon we can find you a pony to ride.” Amelia promised her.

“I remember that!” Nattie told her mother.

“You do?” Amelia asked, shocked.

“No. But I still remembered I like ponies.” She laughed.


Amelia walked down the hospital hallways, heading towards the elevator, pressing the button. She grinned as it opened, seeing her husband on the other side. She boarded the lift, taking his hand. “Ok, so Nat’s friend’s mom is dropping her at the hospital and then we can surprise her with the horseback riding lesson? I just have to change when she gets here. I’m going to see Megan and the baby to kill some time right now.” Amelia spoke.

“Yeah, I’m going to make sure Kepner has the ER covered and then I’ll meet you in Megan’s room.” Owen said.

The doors slid open and Amelia stepped off, heading towards the maternity wing to see her sister-in-law and new baby niece.

She knocked softly on the door, opening it and walking in, seeing Megan lying back against the bed with the new baby in her arms.

“Oh she’s so precious. I remember when Nattie was this little.” She ogled before her pager sounded, waking the sleeping baby. “Crap, I’m sorry!” She whispered, looking at the page; 9-1-1 ER, from OWEN. “I have to go. Your brother paged me.” She hurried out of the room.

Amelia bounded down the hallway, opening the door to the stairwell and running down two flights of stairs before exiting the stairwell and sprinting to the ER. She threw open the doors to find three fellow doctors hovering over a gurney as it was pushed into an exam room and Owen being pushed the opposite direction.

“What’s going on?” She asked frantically, trying to gown herself in a trauma gown.

“Nattie.” Was all that Owen managed to say before pushing the intern off him and rushing into the exam room.

“Hunt, back off. She’s being brought to the OR. I’m going to do my best.” Alex told the man as he directed two residents to wheel Nattie’s gurney up to an OR.

Owen wrapped Amelia in his arms as their daughter disappeared through the doors.

“Wh–what happened?” Amelia asked, tears streaming her cheeks.

“Chelsea’s mom, Nat’s friend, was driving her back and a Semi–truck ran a redlight and T-boned the car. It caught the passenger’s side where Nattie was sitting. She’s in really bad shape.” Owen spoke, all color drained from his face as he pictured his little girl, lifeless on that gurney.


Karev made his rounds, opening the door to room 304 and shaking his head in disbelief. He walked over, checking the monitors and adding things to an electronic chart before nudging Amelia’s shoulder.

“Shep, Shep it’s two in the morning visiting hours are over.” He informed reluctantly.

Amelia looked across the bed, seeing her daughter attached to machines keeping her alive, wedged between herself and Owen.

“Karev, my daughter may not make it through the night. She’s fighting for her life and you want me to leave her? She just turned seven and hasn’t even gotten to live yet and you’re telling me I have to leave? She’s just getting to that stage where she doesn’t want to hold my hand when we go out places, but I make her when we cross streets. Give me one night with her.” Amelia pleaded.

“I’ll be back at four with more meds.” He spoke quietly.


Amelia and Owen both sat up in a panic as the monitors started beeping. Amelia looked at the clock on the wall, reading the time. 3:45am.

Alex came rushing in, pressing the code button on the wall behind the hospital bed as he sternly told Owen and Amelia to step out of the room. A few nurses and a resident filed in but the two parents didn’t budge.

Alex called the clearance, charging the paddles before placing them on Nattie’s tiny, pale chest. Her body jolted up, but her heart rate monitor didn’t make a sound. Alex increased the defibrillator and tried again. There was nothing.

He looked up with hollow eyes. “Time of death, 3:59am.” He spoke quietly as he replaced the paddles on their stand and removed the breathing tube from Nattie’s mouth.

Amelia turned to Owen, her legs weak as she lost it. Her entire body shook with sobs and Owen slowly lowered her to the floor, his own body mirroring hers as he cried with his wife.

Their little girl, gone before she had a chance.