Here I'm again! I don't remember how I thought about this idea but I think it's original and I wish it could happen on Grey's Anatomy. I'm a very new writer and I'm so sorry for my mistakes, English is not my language but I tried my best :)

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It was after Owen's daughter was born. Seven days later, to be honest.

I was sat down on a bench in the nearest square to the hospital. I was eating my mint chocolate chip ice cream but I didn't feel better, I was hurt and all I could do was think about Owen.

I missed him. I missed us. I missed how I felt when he was by my side, hugging me, kissing me, touching me, making me feel I was the sexiest woman in the world.

I thought about how he would have smiled at me if he had seen me eating my favourite ice cream. He would have told me I was wrong. "Chocolate is better" he always whispered while he kissed my cheek and I started to bit my lip because I didn't want to blush. Yes, I blushed everytime he whispered in my ear because I could feel his hot breath fighting with my lobe and... Did I mention he smelt so good? God I always had loved him very much but I wasn't able to tell him how I felt, but why? Why was I so stupid?

Eating my favourite ice cream without him wasn't funny, its taste wasn't as good either.

I found myself looking at a man who had a baby in his arms, the baby was crying a lot and I started to think about Leo crawling in Owen's strong arms. God, I loved see my two men together, Leo felt very safe when his 'dada' had him in his arms and I felt so in love with my little and imperfect family. But that was in the past.

I involuntarily laughed because all the moments lighted up in my mind but then I felt myself with nothing but tears, tiny tears of sadness. I knew I had said I wanted to know who I was without Owen Hunt but the truth was I was nothing without that ginger man who had stolen my heart.

"Amelia," I heard Betty's voice. Perhaps I was sad and sadness made me hear voices, I was crazy or that was I thought.

"Are you a teenager now? you pretend to not listened to me but I see you Amelia Shepherd," Betty's voice exclaimed again.

I turned around and my heart beat so fast. Was I dreaming?

"What... what are you doing here?" I only managed to tell her that.

"Visiting to my family," She shyly smiled.

"Betty!" I laughed and I run to hug her with tears rolling over my cheeks.

"Hi, Mia," she said and I smelt her sweet essence, "did you miss me?".

"Of course I did, sweetie!" I laughed and I caressed her cheeks "You look..."

"More horrible?" Betty asked.

"Of course you not! You look so beautiful, you look older and prettier. You look so good!, " I told her while I hugged her again.

That was the truth. She looked older and prettier. She looked healthier than the last time we saw her. She looked so mature and I was so happy to see her again.

"What are you doing here? I want the truth," I told her while we sat down on the bench where I was minutes before.

"The truest truth are you, guys," she smiled, "I missed you and I wanted to see you".

"I wanted to see you too my sweet girl," I kissed her forehead, "I wanted to see you, I wanted..."

But Betty hugged me again and I felt happier, I didn't have Owen but I had Betty and she seemed to be better.

"What are you doing here? Alone!" Betty laughed.

"I was... I was having a break from the hospital. I feel really tired," I lied.

"Are you sure? Are you lying?" Betty asked with a sweet voice.

"Of course I'm not lying! Britney!" I laughed.

"But you are crying. Do breaks make you feel emotional?" She asked again.

"I'm crying for you, girl!" I laughed but I felt nervous.

"I know everything, Amelia. Why are you lying?" She answered a little angry.

"Everything? Did Owen tell you?" I asked her.

"No, he didn't. But I'm not stupid and when I went to the hospital minutes ago I saw him with a baby in his arms and I'm pretty sure that baby wasn't Leo," Betty laughed but I didn't, after listening to those words I felt very strange. Owen had a baby and it wasn't mine.

"Her name is Allison, I think so," I laughed.

"And she is not your baby," Betty understood everything, "how? When? I thought you two guys were a couple!" she raised her voice.

"We were. But everything happened after you left us. Everything happened so fast," I answered her.

"Are you still being Leo's mom, aren't you?"

"Of course I am! Betty, I love Leo more than my own life," I answered and my voice started to sound weak.

"And Owen?" She interrupted me.

"Owen still being Leo's dad too," I laughed.

"I know that. But I'm talking about you two as a couple... Do you still love Owen?" She asked while she raised her eyebrows.

I didn't know what to answer. Expressing my feelings was my biggest problem. I looked at her and she caressed my cheeks, she cleaned my tears. Yeah, I was crying and I couldn't stop.

"Yes. You still love Owen. But Mia, why don't you tell him that?" She asked.

"I can't. He has a daughter now and I think he loves Teddy. He is starting to be happy with these two women and... I don't have anything to give him," I answered and my voice sounded very sad.

"Are you crazy? You have a lot of wonderful things to give him, Amelia!" Betty laughed.

"No, I don't Betty," I smiled shyly, "I am a very problematic person".

"Sure, me too!" she laughed, "but people love us and it doesn't matter. Look at Leo! He loves you and look at Owen..."

"Don't say anything about Owen, I don't want to talk about him. Not now," I interrupted her.

"Owen loves you and he seems so stupid when he looks at you!" Betty smiled "And a few minutes ago when I asked him about you... He knew where you were. He knows you so good and he can't avoid it even if he thinks he's in love with another woman".

"I don't know Betty. Maybe it was only a coincidence," I told her.

"Are you sure? He didn't have to call me to know where we are, he just... knows it," Betty pointed to Owen a few meters away.

"What? Betty! Did you ask him to come over right here?" I raised my voice and I felt my heart beating very fast "I don't want to be with him right now".

"Did you forget the family that we used to be?" She asked shyly.

"No, I didn't. I will always remember it," I answered a little confused.

"That's good because family always win. And here we are, reunited again and it doesn't matter what," Betty smiled, "here we are, the four of us. And look at Leo! He wants to come with you so badly!" She pointed to Leo who was in Owen's arms stretching his short arms.

"I think he wants to come with you, he missed you," I corrected her and I laughed.

"Mama!" Leo shouted with a sweet smile and his curly hair curlier than ever.

The baby wanted to run to us and Owen left him free.

"Leo, don't run so fast!" Owen told him but the baby didn't listen to his dad and run as fast as he wanted.

"Hi Leo!" Betty laughed.

"Mama!" Leo shouted again and climbed into my arms.

I smelt his sweet baby smell and I couldn't resist to kiss his sweet cheeks and his tiny hands. I closed my eyes and I hugged him as he wanted.

"Mama," Leo said again.

"Hey my sweet baby," I whispered in his ear, "how are you? How was your day?".

But he stilled being a baby yet. He smiled at me and kissed my nose filling it with his saliva. I laughed and he laughed too.

"Hey," Owen told us.

I looked at him and I felt myself blushing. He looked tired but he looked very handsome anyway. Why was he like that? Why was he very handsome?

"Hey ginger," Betty smiled.

"Mama mama mama," Leo said again while he smiled at the square.

"When did you learn that?" I laughed.

"We were seeing photos," Owen answered.

"Oh," I smiled at him shyly, "you see photos" I raised my eyebrows.

"We do. We always do. But yesterday was different!" Owen looked at Leo and the sweet baby smiled, "wasn't it, baby Leo?"

"Different?" Betty asked while she caressed Leo's curly hair.

"Yeah, different. We was seeing a photo and he shouted the special word," Owen smiled again.

"Mama," I repeat it.

"Yeah, mama" Owen looked at me with his sweet eyes and his soft smile which made me feel butterflies in my stomach.

I blushed, AGAIN.

I couldn't stop staring at Owen. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes.

"Leo! Do you remember Betty?" I avoided Owen's gaze.

"Do you remember me, Leo?" Betty laughed.

Leo nodded with a shy smile and all of us laughed appreciating his sweet face.

"Betty. She is Betty," Owen told him.

"Betty. The bad girl who was a mess," Betty said.

"WAS a mess," I laughed, "you are doing so well Betty, I am so proud of you".

"Me too," Owen smiled, "you look beautiful".

"Do I?" Betty smiled, "thanks, I had forgotten how amazing was be with you".

"We never forget you," Owen caressed her cheeks and I smiled at them.

Betty loved being with the ginger man. Owen made her feel safe and made her laugh a lot too. Anyway, I had always loved seeing them together.

"But... why didn't you answer my calls?" I asked her a little shyly.

"Oh, yeah," Betty answered, "I... I missed you so much guys and I wasn't able to answer because I didn't want to be sad. Listening to your sweet voices sometimes is hard because I remember I was an idiot with you," Betty's eyes filled with tears and her voice sounded weak, Owen and I caressed her cheeks and she looked at us shyly.

"Betty you weren't an idiot. You did amazing and..." Owen tried to tell her.

"And I treated you like shit!" Betty raised her voice.

"No! You didn't. You were vulnerable and in recovery but now... all that crap is in the past and you look healthier than ever," I told her.

"I missed you tremendously and it hurted but..." Betty started to cry in silence.

"Take your time," Owen whispered while he kissed her forehead.

"But I wanted to look healthier for you. I wanted to look prettier and I wanted to learn more about myself. And here I am, this is me," she said.

Owen looked at me and I smiled. We stared at each other feeling ourselves so proud of Britney (our sweet Betty, our sweet girl even if she wasn't our girl).

"Britney," Owen caressed her hands, "we are so proud of you and you are a very nice person. Please, always remember that".

"And we are here for you. We always will be here for you," I kissed her cheek.

"Betty!" Leo laughed between my arms.

The sweet girl smiled at his little boy and took him in her arms.

"I think he has missed you so much," Owen chuckled.

Leo pointed to a sandbox a few meters away from us.

"Oh, no. Not today, Leo" I laughed.

"But he wants to. Can I take him there? I want to play with Leo," Betty asked and raised her eyebrows.

"You are going to get dirty," Owen laughed.

"I don't mind that. I'll take a shower later!" Betty laughed and started to run to the sandbox with Leo laughing in her arms.

Owen and I saw them laughing and having fun. We both chuckled and looked at them with our heart eyes. We loved those children so much (even if Betty was a young woman).

"I missed them together so much," Owen confessed.

I looked at him and I didn't know what to say. It was the first time since Allison's birth that we were alone, the two of us without any baby, involved in a big silence filled with Leo's laughs.

"Yeah, me too" I answered shyly.

"How are you? It was a long time without talking," He asked.

"Well... You are so busy right now, aren't you?" I answered but that was so stupid.

"Maybe... but I always think about you," he answered.

"Stop it," my voice sounded weak again.

"About you, guys," he corrected himself, "about the family we used to be".

"Oh, nice," I pretended to not seem interested.

"What did you think I was talking about?" He asked raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know. Forget what I said," I laughed.

"I don't want to forget anything you have said," he smiled and caressed my hand with his thumb.

But I couldn't let him do that. He had a family and I was an unhappy woman who was Leo's aunty. Or Leo's mama.

"Owen, what are you doing? We are here because we want to be with our children, but we are nothing. We aren't a thing anymore," I answered him and my hands started to sweat.

"Our children," He repeated my words with a soft smile I can't forget.

Why did I tell him that? WHY?

"Yes. Our children. We aren't a thing anymore but they still being our children!" I raised my voice.

"I like how you say these words. I like hearing these two words escaping from your mouth," he smiled at me and I couldn't stop seeing his mouth.

"I knew it was a bad idea. Why did you come here? Why did you know I was here? Owen stop staring at me with those eyes!" I felt myself blushing.

"These are heart eyes. I like staring at you with my heart eyes," He smiled.

"Owen," I smiled shyly, "stop, please. All this stuff is very difficult for me. I miss you," I confessed him and my eyes were filling with tears again.

"And I miss you too, Mia" he cleaned the tears rolling over my cheeks.

"You have a daughter and you love Teddy," I answered him.

"I have a daughter and a son. And right now I have the family I missed so much, our family" he answered.

"This is only a moment. Betty will leave us, she is only visiting us," I answered.

"Who cares?" he smiled, "I am here to enjoy every moment. And about Teddy... I know you think I am an idiot but that was the insane Owen who says things without thinking. The only woman I am interested in is that neurosurgeon who works with me," he answered shyly.

"Tom Koracick?" I joked.

"No! He's not my type," he laughed, "I am talking about Amelia Shepherd. The girl who have stolen my heart since I met her when I was the chief".

I looked at them hoping he was lying but I saw honesty in his eyes. I saw his beautiful eyes which made me feel so many emotions and I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you know her?" He asked raised his eyebrows.

"Mama!" Leo waved at me between Betty's arms and he looked happy.

"Hi, sweet baby!" I laughed and I waved at him too.

"He loves you tremendously," Owen told me, "and if I were him I would be enchanted with you as mama too".

"Yeah, I know, men can't stop loving me," I joked again, I don't why I always do jokes when I am nervous.

"Sure we can't. You have been always a very irresistible woman," he caressed my hands with his thumb again and my heart worked as fast as a speed racing.

I smiled at him again. I saw his mouth and my skin shivered. He was so irresistible and with his sweet voice, I forgot all the bad things.

"Did you eat ice cream?" Owen asked and I felt myself dying.

"Mint chocolate chip ice cream," I smiled while a raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, well. In that case..." he smiled and he approached my ear.

I felt his hot breath playing with my lobe and I could smell his sexy cologne. I smiled, then I bit my lip.

"Do I have to say the magic words?" he whispered and I nodded while I closed my eyes.

He laughed. He laughed and my heart beat faster than ever.

"Chocolate is better" He finally whispered and I felt myself blushing.

Yeah. He always made me blush and I loved it. I loved it even if we were a disaster. I loved him. I loved our family.

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You’re Still The One

OWEN

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, waving to Teddy as I turn to leave. It’s been a long, hard day in the pit and I am all but ready to go home. I make my way to the daycare center to pick up Leo, my spirits already lifting at the thought of seeing his sunshine smile and feeling his little baby arms around me. I push the door to the center open and suddenly stop short. I hear it before I actually set eyes on her. A voice so familiar, it makes my heart ache. A voice that makes my heart race every time I hear it. Her voice.

I turn in the direction of her voice and the sight that greets me both warms me and fills me with a deep sadness. Amelia is on the floor playing with Leo and judging by his excited squeals, he is delighted to have her there. Her back is towards me so she hasn’t seen me yet and I am grateful for that. I haven’t seen her in days, since she had been traveling for a conference and then to New York for a surgery. I suddenly wish I was two years old and could squeal in delight at seeing her too. She turns to pick up a ball that has rolled away and I am finally able to see her face. Her face glows with a happiness that only being with her son can bring on. She is so beautiful.

“Good evening, Dr. Hunt” the daycare nurse wishes, bringing me out of my thoughts. Amelia turns at the sound of her voice, her eyes widening in surprise at seeing me.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asks.

“About five minutes?” I reply, sheepishly.

“Creepy much?” she says and I laugh.

“Just stalking the weirdo who’s playing with my son.”

She laughs, a sound I haven’t heard in a while. A sound that literally brings a burst of fresh air into my lungs. God, I miss her.

All of a sudden, I have an idea.

“Come home with us?” The words are out of my mouth before I have time to think and the look of surprise on her face makes me wish I had thought before I uttered them. “I mean, just for this evening,” I clarify, “Leo would love it. You’re already playing with him, you could keep doing that. I’ll cook dinner while you spend time with him.”

“Owen, I—“

I cut her off, suddenly desperate. “You could give him a bath and put him to bed. He’d really love that. He misses you” I say, trying to convince her.

“It sounds great, but—“

“Please, Amelia… please don’t say no. It’s for Leo.”

“For Leo?” she asks, raising her eyebrows and I drop my gaze and nod.

“Okay” she says finally and I feel my heart burst with joy. “It does sound nice, I’d love to.”

“Great!” I say, wishing I could pump my fists in happiness. She picks up Leo while I gather his stuff and we make our way out together.

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AMELIA

I can’t believe what I just agreed to. I don’t even know why I did. It’s just that Owen’s face was so earnest and I really miss spending time with Leo. And if I’m honest with myself, it’s not only Leo that I miss. I miss Owen so much it hurts. I just couldn’t help but say yes. I’m not sure if it was the right thing, but in my mind it was the only thing to do.

The drive to Owen’s house is filled mostly with silence, peppered with bits of small talk and Leo’s incessant babbling. When we arrive, I pick Leo up out of the car seat while Owen opens the door. As I step inside I feel a sudden wave of nostalgia wash over me. Everything is as I remember it. I know it hasn’t been all that long since I’ve been here but so much has happened since then that it feels like forever. And yet, this place is unchanged. I put Leo down in the playpen and walk around. Leo’s toys are strewn around the living room, Owen’s cereal bowl from breakfast is still in the sink. I can suddenly picture us all around the kitchen island… Leo on his high chair while Owen feeds him with one hand and spoons cereal into his own mouth with the other. Me, yelling at Betty to hurry up as she gets ready to run out the door with her backpack and an apple in one hand and her shoe in the other. Where are those people now? Where is that family? What happened to us? I don’t even know who I am anymore.

“Is pasta okay?” Owen asks, bringing me out of my reverie. “I’ll make a salad as well.”

“Sure, I can help” I offer.

“That’s very nice but I don’t really want to go back to the ER tonight” he teases, laughing, “How about you stick to playing with Leo?”

I laugh too. “Fine, fine! Think about that the next time you want some of my delicious waffles!” I chaff, walking towards Leo.

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OWEN

Dinnertime is a lively affair, with Leo getting more food on the floor or on Amelia rather than in his mouth and Amelia bursting into loud guffaws every time I try to intervene unsuccessfully. At one point she even pelts me with Leo’s raisins which of course motivates Leo to join in. I am under attack from my son and my… Amelia, and I am loving every minute of it. “God, Amelia! You’re worse than the toddler!” I scold, laughing, which only encourages her to pelt me harder.

I had forgotten how good it feels to enjoy a meal with the people you love and how being surrounded by laughter, lighthearted banter and my child’s delighted squeals can turn even the worst day around. In all honesty, since Amelia left I have been skipping dinner altogether, just feeding Leo and grabbing a fruit or a glass of milk for myself sometimes. This house without Betty and Amelia has been too quiet. Too empty. It has been easier to force myself to sleep each night rather than face the demons that lurk in the silence.

“Leo’s getting sleepy” she remarks, carrying him as he clings to her neck with a lock of her hair in his chubby fist.

“Why don’t you give him his bath and put him to bed while I clean up here?” I say in response and she nods.

She walks towards the nursery while I begin the task of cleaning up the kitchen. I hum a soft tune while I work. My heart is happy tonight, even though my head knows that it’s only a temporary happiness. Amelia is at home, my son is with his mother and the house doesn’t feel empty or quiet tonight. I stop humming suddenly when I hear a sound I haven’t heard in days. Amelia is singing to Leo, her voice sweet and beautiful, the clear notes ringing out into the night. I dump the dishes into the dishwasher in a hurry and walk towards the nursery, drawn by the magical notes of her song. I don’t want to intrude on their time together, but I find it physically impossible to stay away and so I settle for standing just outside the nursery. For the second time that day I watch Amelia with our little boy, my heart aching once again. It is bittersweet. She turns and sees me standing there but says nothing, choosing instead to continue singing and giving me a small smile. I look away, strangely embarrassed at being caught watching and so I turn and make my way back to the living room.

It is about fifteen minutes later that she enters the living room to find me aimlessly flipping through some messages on my phone.

“He’s gone down” she says, talking about Leo. “He must have been tired out.”

I look up at her and she holds my gaze with her own, neither of us saying anything. We both know what this means. With Leo in bed for the night, Amelia has no reason to stay any longer. As if on cue, she moves to pick up her bag. “Thanks for dinner, Owen. I should probably go—“

“Stay for dessert!” I say, suddenly jumping up off the couch. I’m so full of ideas today. I don’t want her to leave. I don’t want to be alone in the silence again. I want to see her and hear her voice. Heck, I want to hold her and kiss her senseless, but I know that would be crossing a line. So for now, this is enough.

“Owen, no, I—“

“It’s mint chocolate chip” I say, knowing that will clinch it.

“You have mint chocolate chip?” she asks in surprise, “You don’t even like it.”

“I know, I always keep some just in case you—“ I start to say and then stop myself. Just in case you come home.

I see her face start to show a hint of a smile. She bites her lower lip and it makes my heart lurch in my chest. “Well… I guess I could stay a few more minutes” she consents and I mentally pat myself on my back.

“For the mint chocolate chip” she says, as if to convince herself more than me that’s why she’s staying.

“For the mint chocolate chip” I agree.

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AMELIA

Two hours and a whole tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream later, I am sprawled on the couch, leaning against Owen, too full and too comfortable to move.

“For someone so tiny, you sure can handle your dessert well” he teases, laughing at the empty tub of ice cream.

“Hey it’s best in the world!” I counter, in my defence.

“Sure, if you like toothpaste for dessert!”

I laugh again, even though he has said this so many times in the past, it’s not even funny anymore. I don’t know why I feel so lighthearted today or why I’ve spent so much of the evening laughing. Maybe it’s because of having spent so much time with Leo today or because of being around Owen after days. Maybe it’s because no other place has ever felt as much like home as this house…

It’s probably just the sugar rush from the ice cream, I decide, the alternatives suddenly too much to handle. I sit up then, the laughter disappearing from my lips. I’ve stayed longer than I intended to but now I must go. I feel a twinge of pain at the thought of leaving. I haven’t felt this comfortable and happy and safe in days and I feel a sudden rush of panic at the thought of going back. Tears prickle my eyes, surprising me. I left of my own accord. I left because I wanted to. So now why can’t I remember why I left? Why is it that the only thing I want to do now is to stay?

“It’s late, I should go” I say, standing up and ignoring the voice in my heart that screams otherwise. My eyes meet his and I see in them what I hadn’t expected to see.

I see desperation. I see panic. And I see the last thing I had hoped to see tonight. I see love.

He hesitates and I wait, until he says the very words I never imagined he would. The very words I didn’t know I was hoping he would say. The very words that take my breath away.

“Stay” he says, “Stay tonight.”

I was definitely not expecting to hear him say that. Even though it is exactly what I wanted him to say, I am suddenly rendered speechless. I’m not sure how to respond and so I don’t.

“Amelia… I’m sorry, I just meant, if you’re tired…” he fumbles, “It’s late, you can just sleep here tonight…”

“Owen…” is all I can finally manage, before he cuts me off.

“It will be nice for Leo to have you here in the morning. He misses you, you know…”

I hear his voice trail off and he sighs, the worry and disappointment at my lack of a response evident on his face. He looks as sad as I feel, like a lost child and suddenly it is too much to take. We have already hurt each other too much. I can give him one night, I think to myself. I can give myself one night.

“Okay” I hear the word escape my lips before I have a chance to stop myself. He looks up at me in disbelief, a sliver of hope threatening to shine through the devastation I see in his eyes.

“Okay” is all I say again. And then, maybe to convince myself or maybe to protect my heart or protect Owen’s, I add, “For Leo.”

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OWEN

“Stay tonight.”

I cant believe I said that out loud. Once again, the words were out of my mouth before I had time to think about the implications of them. Once again, I immediately wished I could take them back because Amelia looked as if she would cry. But then again, I don’t think I regret asking her to stay. Letting Amelia go was the hardest thing I ever had to do. And when she stood up to leave earlier, I panicked almost like it was happening all over again. And so I did what I could to try to stop her. I’m only surprised my feeble attempt paid off.

“I brought you some extra blankets in case you get cold”, I say, pushing my thoughts aside and entering the room a few minutes later. I have insisted on Amelia using the bedroom since the guest room is a mess tonight. I stop short when I see her. She has changed into one of my t-shirts, her favourite one she used to wear all the time when she lived here. It’s also my favourite one but that’s only because she used to wear it so much. What she doesn’t know is that I haven’t been able to wear it or even look at it since she left. She always looks tiny when she wears my clothes but with her new haircut, today she looks tinier than ever.

“I found this in your closet. In retrospect I realise I shouldn’t have opened your closet” she says, looking guilty. “I’m sorry, Owen, I wasn’t thinking. I just—“

“Amelia, stop” I say, cutting off her rambling and advancing towards her. “It’s okay.” I stop close to her, keeping just enough distance as necessary to be considered respectable. My eyes meet her delicious blue ones and what I see there surprises me. The look in her eyes mirrors the havoc in my heart. It’s like she wants me to bridge the distance. Like she wants me to understand what she is not saying out loud. I’m not sure if that’s true or just my mind seeing what it wants to believe but I decide to take that chance. I take a step closer.

I have covered the distance between us in that single step. We are standing so close to each other. I can see her breath hitch, I note the gentle rise and fall of her chest, I can smell her skin. It is a luxury I have been deprived of for so long. I want her so desperately, every breath I take standing inches from her and not touching her feels like a punch to my gut. I cannot take my eyes off her face. I see her eyes mist over and her lower lip start to tremble gently, before a single tear plops down onto her cheek. It is more than I can take in that moment. I cannot bear to see Amelia cry. I bring my lips down onto her cheek and kiss the tear away. My arms automatically find their way around her tiny waist. I trail my lips down her cheek and then move lower, down to her neck. I feel her arch her back in longing as my lips find the hollow of her neck and then move down towards her chest, trailing across the swell of her breast as she lets out a soft moan. I breathe in, inhaling the sweet smell of her skin and that is when I feel the tears start running down my own face.

“Owen…” she whispers, cupping my cheeks and lifting my face towards hers.

“Amelia” I whisper in response, because in that moment it is the only word I know.

I am not sure what made me start crying. I just know that I am tired now… so tired. I know I have made mistakes and done things I wish I could take back. But… I didn’t mean to. I never meant for those things to happen and I certainly never meant to hurt Amelia. I wish she knew that. I don’t understand this strange dance of running and hiding and hurting. All I know is we are both hurting. And it has to stop.

She brings me out of my thoughts by pulling me closer, bringing my face closer to hers. Our lips are only inches apart and for a moment, I hesitate. I have kissed Amelia a million times before but I am as nervous now as if it was the first.

“Owen” she says again, more urgently this time and all doubts fly from my mind the second my lips touch hers.

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AMELIA

We break apart from the kiss only when we are both gasping for air and even then it feels like it is too soon. I feel so overwhelmed and my legs feel like jelly. In that moment, everything is suddenly too much. I know Owen feels the same way. Every tear that falls from his eyes pierces through my heart like a dagger. I don’t say the words I should say. I don’t know why I don’t say them. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I’m afraid. But he knows it all already. We both know the truth. This… this whole evening, all these feelings, everything I’m doing… everything we’re doing… it’s not for the sake of one relaxed evening of feeling safe, or for convenience or some inconsequential flavour of ice cream. It’s not even for Leo this time.

It’s for you, Owen, I try to tell him, without saying the words. You know that don’t you?

The tears threaten to fall again. Why can’t I say the words? Why am I holding back? I don’t know how to make things right. I don’t know how to say the things I need to say. And so I do the next best thing. I kiss him again.

Being with Link is pain relief. This, right here, is so damn painful. I feel like my heart is being wrenched out of my chest. I feel like… I can feel again. I’m supposed to feel, I think, remembering Owen’s words from long ago.

My mind flits across so many thoughts so fast. With Link, I am settling. Sure, it is the easier path. Sure, choosing the softer way is like diving into a cold pool on a hot day. But what good is that feeling if I can’t breathe at all? And I can’t… without Owen, I cannot breathe. Without him my smiles aren’t real… without him, I cannot feel. I have to stop running. I have to stop looking for easy. I have to admit this will never be easy. But that’s what Derek had told me…. it wouldn’t be love if it didn’t destroy me. How did I let myself forget that?

I want to love again. I want to feel again. I want to breathe.

I’m Amelia Shepherd. Since when do I settle? Since when do I run away from what I want only because it’s complicated? I’m Amelia Shepherd. I want what I want and I fight for it… until I can’t fight anymore. Until I damn well get it.

I’m Amelia Shepherd. And I want Owen Hunt.

Nothing has felt different this evening. Coming home from work together, eating dinner, feeding Leo, one of us cleaning up while the other goes through Leo’s bedtime routine, eating ice cream, laughing… it’s all been like it always is when we are together. Even now, when Owen kisses me, my insides turn to mush, when he touches me, my skin burns with longing and when he enters me, I cry out his name in ecstasy. My body remembers his just the way my heart remembers his heart. It’s like we have never been apart at all. We go through the motions in perfect sync. It’s not awkward or sad or different. It’s just… familiar. It’s real… and everything else in between is just us living a lie. It feels terrifying, yes. But it also feels invigorating. It feels hopeful and natural and magical and beautiful, like it always does when we are together. It feels like coming home.

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Okay I posted here all the asks that the anon sent me so if people want to read the comment of the person under KV post they’ll find ot here.

BTW I totally agree with everything this person said, every little thing. KV as a writer on a medical show must be consistent and realistic when it comes to certain topics, the most squalid thing she can do is use a mental illness to turn things around as she likes in her storylines…

she can’t turn things as she likes because the facts and previous seasons disprove all what Megan Hunt has said in the 15x20. I hate how she dismissed Amelia’s pain and grief of losing a child by giving her a tumor and I reeeeeaaaaly want to know why she erased 13x23/24 when Amelia called a PTSD doc for Hunt siblings.