A/N: Just a little prompt that came to me the other day. Sorry for any grammar mistakes!
ps: this is inspired by a real life event from when I was 7 years old…
head of trauma at Grey Sloan Memorial couldn’t remember ever feeling this
tired. It was such a busy day in the ER. There had been a massive car pileup on
one of Seattle’s busiest streets which led to him and Kepner running around all
day like crazy, trying to manage everything. To make his day even worse it was
Amelia’s day off, which meant no breaks on on-call rooms.
shift ended and he could go home. On his was he started thing about Amelia and
their married life. He missed her like crazy and all he wanted was to go home
to her. He still had trouble believing sometimes that he got to go home to her. To say his life was full of
adventures and unexpected moments to a bit of an understatement. Nothing about
Amelia is boring. Sure they fought sometimes, what married couple doesn’t? But
they’d always find their way back to each other.
blue pick-up truck on the drive way, Owen got out and made his way to the front
door. HE shivered slightly, damn the summer had really come to an end…
“Damn it!” Owen heard his wife’s raspy voice coming from
the kitchen as he opened the front door to their house. Making his way to the kitchen
he could see some smoke coming from the microwave, which in its turn was
missing the door. Said door was on the floor in the corner by the fridge.
Bending down to pick it he made his way to his beautiful, clearly frustrated
wife who was still cursing for some reason unknown to him.
stupid microwave! Ugh!” Amelia mumbled on, not even noticing him. Only when
Owen put his hands on her hips did she realized he was finally home. “Crap! You
scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
sneak up on you, I said hello, but you’re obviously busy with something here…”
Owen said, laughing at the death glare his wife gave him.
stupid microwave!” Amelia said, while receiving a kiss on the left temple from
her husband. “Hm, you smell like the OR.”
can see we’re gonna need a new microwave… What happened with this one?” He asked
while stroking his thumbs against her hipbones, already expecting a weird and
sighed, already knowing he was most likely going to laugh at her “I was hungry.”
for her to continue. When she didn’t he gently urged her to, clearly confused
as to where the conversation was going.
hungry, so at first I thought I’d wait for you to come home and cook me
something-“ her explanation was interrupted
by his chuckled, which earned him an elbow to the stomach “As I was saying, I
was waiting for you but you were taking forever, so I thought I’d look in the
fridge to see if we had any leftovers. Turns out, there was some lasagna left from
last night, so I put the tupperware on the microwave and as I was making my way
to the bedroom to get another shirt because I was cold, the stupid microwave
wait! The microwave exploded?” Owen asked slightly shocked but not that
surprised. This was his Amelia, anything is possible. “I know the kitchen isn’t
your favorite division of the house and that you should not go unsupervised,
wasn’t my fault this time! Apparently someone let a fork inside the tupperware
when they put the lasagna on the fridge last night…”
down, guilty. He had very little recollection of putting the lasagna on the
fridge last night. He did remember, however, doing it in a hurry so he could
join his wife in the shower. To safe water, of course, nothing else.
is on you!”
How could you not notice the fork inside the Tupperware before you put it in
was contagious and soon Amelia found herself laughing along with him. There
they stood, hugging in the kitchen, laughing at yet another ridiculous event in
their lives. Just one more to add to the list.
crazy!” he said kissing the sweet spot on her neck.
crazier, the crazy person or the one who loves them?”
blew up the microwave… Honestly he wasn’t very surprised. Half of his life with
Amelia turned into crazy stories. Stories that he couldn’t help but picture
himself telling their children one day. But that’s another story for another