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update:

update! the saga continues: Chris Hemsworth’s children (twin boys and a little girl) want to be Wonder Woman for Halloween.

“You need someone who will celebrate your wins & grieve your losses. You need someone who can forgive you. You need someone who will show up, no questions asked. And walk with you through every unexpected turn life throws your way.”

Previous chapters are HERE.

As promised, here goes a chapter that is filled with a turmoil of events. I don’t think I’ve ever written a chapter that has so many things going on at the same time before. So stay focused because the details matter or will matter! :) 

My Boys: Beyond the Horizon – Chapter Fourteen

Emily opened her eyes, struggling to regain consciousness. But all she could see all around were flashing lights that nearly blinded her. And white walls. A lot of white everywhere.

She frantically tried to get up and move. What was happening? Why couldn’t she move?

She had to get up and get out of wherever she was as fast as possible. But her body felt incapable of obeying a command and her lids felt heavier than they’d ever felt.

“Just try to relax, Emily,” a serene, strange voice tried to calm her down. “It’ll all be over before you know it.”

When Emily finally made sense of what he was talking about and realized she’d just been comforted by an anesthesiologist. That was when she remembered that she had been taken to surgery.

The journalist had just started to panic for real when she felt something warm being injected through her IV line and instantly relaxed. And the last thing Emily remembered seeing before blacking out was a familiar pair of bright blue eyes who stared at her with all the reassurance in the world.

.

“What’s going on, mom, why aren’t they letting me in?”

“Lucas, you have to calm down,” Amelia said in a firm but affectionate tone as she watched her son pacing back and forth in the hospital waiting area.

Hey guys!

thank you so much for everyone who’s been through this with me. I am very grateful for every comment, every ask, every note, every message. I loved the feedback for this story and I hoped you guys had a good time with it as much as I had fun writing it. Here goes the last installment of this sweet ride! thanks for sticking with me until the very end :)

Link to previous chapters are HERE on the masterpost 

Maybe This Time – Part 8

“I think I might be pregnant.”

“Owen, this is the part where you say something,” Amelia tried to get him to speak after long seconds of silence.

But Owen looked like he was in shock. He kept staring at her frozen in time, unable to fully process the meaning of the news she’d just unexpectedly dropped.

Unbeknownst to her, Owen was trying to contain a nearly instinctive reaction of smiling and celebrating the news. He’d wanted for that to happen so badly and yet had been in that position so many times before only to ultimately be let down that he didn’t allow himself to rejoice in it just yet.

When his ex-wife had given him similar news, years before, Owen had been naïve enough to believe that his heart’s biggest desire might actually come true. The series of events that had happened after had only served to remind him in the cruelest way that sometimes, life could be taken before it was even given a chance.  He’d learned to mourn the loss of someone he’d never even got the chance to meet. And then years later, when he and Amelia had revisited the idea of parenthood, at first he’d been thrilled. Owen could remember all the details of the evening he’d gotten home and found her waiting for him with a pregnancy test. Back then, the trauma surgeon had kept his expectations high because he’d really believed that Amelia wanted it as much as he did. When the test turned out to be negative, Owen had taken her introversion as disappointment and had tried to console her, pointing out that they had just started trying and would have many chances to actually conceive a baby.

But then Amelia had unexpectedly changed her mind about the topic and left home, making him wonder how much she’d meant what she’d said in the few times they’d discussed becoming parents. From there on, their marriage had fallen apart, culminating with the discovery of her tumor. Little by little, they had been able to pick up most pieces. But up until that day, they hadn’t yet the discussed the idea of children. Owen had no idea where Amelia stood in it. Deep down, he knew he’d never truly give up on it, but the trauma surgeon had long ago told himself that he simply must learn to move on with his life and be happy even if he never got to be a dad because the possibility of that never happening was actually the likeliest one.

here it is, guys! this chappie is filled with many different interactions, lots of different things happening, I actually think it has like 5 or 6 segments? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the ride! We finally get to Lucas’ game and YUP, Owen is going to meet Megan’s boyfriend. Good luck with that. You will also get to find out where you know Rachel from. That’s right, if you didn’t know that yet, you already know Rachel. 

Previous chapters are HERE.

My Boys: Beyond the Horizon – Chapter Thirteen

  Emily closed her eyes, trying to control the third wave of nausea that assaulted her that afternoon.

Gosh, something she’d eaten had not settled very well in her stomach.

Trying to push through whatever may be causing it, the journalist tried to focus on the exciting piece she’d read about the rise on the stock market in Manhattan, even though the news she was supposed to cover was about a baseball player who was planning to retire.

“Whomever you’re thinking about… I hope it’s not me.”

Emily heard the deep, familiar male voice distracting her thoughts and turned around to find Lucas standing next to the doorway of her office building.

“What?”

He had been leaning against the wall with his hands inside his coat pockets but when their eyes met, Lucas’ face lit up with a large smile at the same time he straightened up, taking a step in her direction with what looked like determination.

“I am just saying, you have that look on your face,” he teased her. “You know… when you’re planning to have someone executed, for example. So… I was just saying I hope it’s not me.”

But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.

hey guys, sorry for the long delay. I didn’t want to leave any big cliffhangers from chapter 11 but at the same time, I had to move on with all stories so this chapter is rather long, because it has three arcs going on at the same time. 

I hope you guys enjoy it :) Previous chapters are HERE . Thanks @jia911 for helping me out!

My Boys: Beyond the Horizon – Chapter Twelve

  Amelia took a seat in the empty gallery, wrapping her white coat firmly around her body to fight the chilly temperature inside the OR. Not that outside it was any different. As the weeks progressed, fall had replaced summer and every day the weather would get colder. After so many years of living in Seattle, the neurosurgeon supposed she should have gotten used to it, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

At that moment, though, Amelia’s mind was not on the thermostat, but rather on the scene playing out in front of her. It was every mother’s wish to always see her children happy, but the marveled look on Thomas had really touched the neurosurgeon. She knew he wasn’t having it easy the last few months, so to see him so dazzled really brought a large smile to her face.

“I don’t know who looks happier,” a deep male voice interrupted her thoughts. “You or him.”

Amelia turned her head and met the eyes of the man who was responsible for a lot of her smiles.

“Probably me,” she chuckled, promptly welcoming her husband on the empty seat beside her.

“It’s hard to tell,” Owen joked, giving her a kiss on her temple at the same time Amelia tugged his right elbow between her arms and comfortably rested her head against his shoulder. “You’re hiding out here?”

“I don’t want him to see me,” Amelia justified why she’d sat so far back, away from the view of those inside the OR downstairs, including her son. “There is already too much pressure without Tom feeling like I am up here judging his work.”

Owen nodded in agreement, grateful for her thoughtfulness.

“So, are you afraid you’re losing him already?” he joked, pointing to Maggie with a discreet head tilt.

Hey, folks! Based on the loveliness that was the Omelia in tonight’s episode, I decided to write a part 2 to Bastard that incorporates the little bit from the 14x15 promo. If you’d like to read or reread Bastard, it can be found here. As I’m sure you can guess, this one gets a bit R-rated. If that’s not your thing, consider yourself warned.

Bastard Part 2

Alex sighed as he sat on the couch in front of the fireplace in Meredith’s house. Why was the universe bound and determined to make his life difficult? First, he had to be the one to tell Shepherd and Hunt to just do it already so they’d stop eye-fucking each other all over the hospital. Then, he had to convince Kimmie’s grandmother that she should allow Kimmie to continue to be treated at Grey-Sloan and that she should allow Kimmie to use CBD oil to deal with the side effects of her treatment. Now, he had to deal with Meredith being all angsty about her project for the contest and Maggie being all angsty about whatever the hell was going on between her and Avery. He was pretty sure he could now say that the universe had thrown every possible pile of crap at him. At least it could only go up from here.

Alex looked up as he heard someone walk into the room. Oh good. It was Amelia. At least it was the one resident of this house who wasn’t likely to be anxious and frustrated. On the contrary, she looked rather chipper. Maybe a little tired, but chipper nonetheless. “Morning, Shepherd, are you just now getting up?” he asked, glancing down at his watch. It was 11:00 am. Shouldn’t a grown adult be up long before then?

“Yep,” she replied with a yawn before grabbing a bowl of popcorn off the table and beginning to munch on it. “I know it’s late, but I needed to sleep in today. I was up all night.”

“Doing what?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Just as Alex spoke, Owen wandered into the room clad in his t shirt and sweatpants. He looked up at both Amelia and Alex, throwing an, “Oh, hey!” toward all the occupants of the room as he passed through and headed toward the kitchen, presumably in search of coffee.

Amelia smiled as Owen walked by, but didn’t bother to glance in his direction. “Doin’ that,” she said. Alex could tell she had dirty thoughts on her mind as she dropped her gaze to the floor and smirked. She waited a beat before turning and following Owen into the kitchen, hips swaying as she walked.

“Oh great,” Alex thought. “This is just what this house needs: Shepherd and Hunt doing it like rabbits all over the house and inevitably pissing off Maggie and Meredith as they wallow in their angst.” He sighed once more as he stood up from the house and walked out the front door. He certainly didn’t want to be around for whatever was about to transpire.

-

“Good morning,” Maggie said absentmindedly as she wandered into the attendings’ lounge on Monday morning. How was it possible that she was already exhausted by the week when it hadn’t even really begun?

“Good morning,” Amelia said with far more enthusiasm. She was positively beaming.

“You’re glowing,” said Maggie. “Why are you glowing?”

“I just had sex,” Amelia replied. “It’s a sex glow. But it’s better than a normal sex glow; it’s a sex with Owen glow. That man is an artist with his mouth. He does this one thing that has me moaning and begging every time. He puts his tongue in-”

“AMELIA!” Maggie squealed.

“What?” Amelia asked with wide, questioning eyes.

“I really don’t need to hear the nitty-gritty details of your sexcapades with Owen. I hear plenty of it through the walls to get the idea that you’re very satisfied with his abilities. I don’t need to know any more.”

Amelia cocked her head to the side. “What’s got your panties in a wad?” she asked. “You and Jackson are well on your way to screaming orgasm-land, so why are you so upset that others are already there?”

Maggie narrowed her eyes. She was about to let Amelia know what she thought of Amelia’s assessment of her love life, but then the lounge door opened, and she didn’t want to risk other people hearing. She was glad she stopped herself because the people walking through the door ended up being Jackson, April, and Owen. “Good morning, Dr. Shepherd,” Owen said as he headed to the coffee maker to poor himself a cup.

Amelia was completely unapologetic in the way she checked out his ass as he procured his coffee. “A very good morning, indeed, Dr. Hunt,” she said. “I’ve found it to be very pleasurable.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” scoffed April as she pushed a pair of sunglasses onto her face. “Could you two please get a room?” She didn’t wait for a response before walking out the door.

-

“Oh God, yes, Owen,” Amelia moaned from her place on one of the beds in a third floor on-call room. He had his face buried between her thighs, performing that trick that she had been telling Maggie about earlier today. She pulled frantically at his hair, urging him to go deeper. “More, please more,” she panted out. But just as the words fell out of her mouth, he was holding down her hips and easing back, significantly decreasing his stimulation of her most sensitive parts. Bastard. “Owen,” she hissed, decidedly less happy with him than she had been seconds ago.

He smirked as he sat back so that he could properly look her in the eye, still using his hands to hold down her hips so she wouldn’t try to take control of the situation. “Patience, Amelia,” he said condescendingly.

“I can’t be patient when you’re intentionally driving me halfway to oblivion,” she grated out, thrusting her hips a bit to test his hold on her. Damn, it seemed like he had a firm grip and she was stuck.

“You will be patient,” he said decisively, “or I will walk out of here without finishing you off.”

Amelia’s eyes went wide with indignation. “Don’t you dare, you ass-” but her words died in her throat as he abruptly dove back between her legs and resumed his previous activity with far more intensity than before. In a matter of minutes, he had her squirming, moaning, and begging. “Yes, Owen, right there! More, more-”

“Oh no!” yelled Richard Webber as he walked into the on-call room. Owen leapt up from his place between Amelia’s legs. Seeing as he was the one of the pair that was wearing pants at the moment, he did his best to position himself alongside her body such that nothing too personal was visible. “Oh no!” Webber repeated as he walked back out the door. Owen and Amelia could hear a third “Oh, no!” from down the hallway.

Owen blushed scarlet as he stared down at Amelia who was still lying on the bed, naked from the waist down. “I thought you said you locked the door!”

“Oops,” she said with a giggle.

As hard as he tried to stay mad at her, Owen couldn’t resist chuckling a little before climbing up next to her on the bed. “Well, that killed the mood,” he said.

Amelia laughed again and nodded. “Note to self: if I ever need to get rid of my horny thoughts quickly, all I need to do is think of Webber.” Owen shuddered a bit as he nodded along.

-

It was a slow Wednesday evening in the emergency department. They currently only had three patients. One was a middle-aged man who had cut his hand while slicing vegetables, another was a teenager who likely had the flu, and the last was a lady who had cardiac symptoms that seemed not to be a heart attack. It meant things weren’t hectic, but it also meant the time was passing very slowly for Owen. Well, that was until he heard the voice of his favorite neurosurgeon. “Dr. Hunt,” she said in a sultry tone that he knew well and loved. “Could you please help me locate something in the supply closet? I can’t seem to find what I’m looking for.”

“Certainly, Dr. Shepherd,” he said in his best professional voice, hoping his tone didn’t betray the excitement he was experiencing. As he stood up from behind the triage desk to follow her to the supply closet, she tossed a wink in his direction. Damn. His dick was hardening rapidly. He needed all of this to wait until they were safely out of view of any coworkers who might be between here and the closet.

Once they were safely inside the closet, Owen slammed the door and pinned Amelia to it, crushing his mouth against hers. Their tongues dueled as she pushed her back off of the door, grabbed him by the arms, and dragged him over to the back corner of the closet. “Pants down,” she managed to get out through her breathlessness. “Now.” She dragged her own pants and underwear down her legs before looking up at Owen expectantly. Within seconds he had the remaining barriers out of the way and was relentlessly pounding into her, shaking the shelves of sutures and tape around them. “Oh God,” she moaned as Owen grabbed her hips and adjusted his angle to brush against her g-spot on each stroke, “so good.”

The pair closed their eyes, losing themselves in the sensations. They were so lost in the moment that they didn’t hear the door to the supply closet opening. Neither of them noticed that they were no longer alone until they heard Alex Karev’s voice. “Oh for God’s sake, really?” Owen glanced back over his shoulder at Alex, not even bothering to pull out of Amelia. “Hunt, get your dick out of Shepherd!” Alex shouted. “And both of you, get your clothes back on right now. Meet me in the on-call room down the hall. You have three minutes. I swear to God, if you guys aren’t there in three minutes because you’re finishing up in here, I’ll strangle the both of you.” With that, he stalked out of the supply closet, slamming the door behind him.

Owen and Amelia stared at each other with wide eyes. “I think we just got sent to the principal’s office,” she said.

Owen nodded. “Yeah, but unlike last time, I don’t think we’re going to be told that we need to have sex with each other.” Amelia giggled as she began to pull her pants and underwear back up. She had a feeling Owen was right.

Two minutes later, Owen and Amelia were walking through the door of the on-call room they’d been told to report to. When they entered, the found Alex pacing around the room. He stopped and looked up at them as soon as they shut the door behind themselves. “Sit down,” he grated out as he pointed to the bed next to him. Owen and Amelia complied immediately. They weren’t sure why they both felt it was so necessary to do what Karev told them to, but they were following his directions before they had time to think about it.

Alex began his lecture as soon as they were seated. “When I told you guys to do some hanky-panky a couple weeks ago, it was because your constant sexual tension was making everyone in the hospital uncomfortable. We all thought it would be better after you guys just did it and got it over with. Nobody ever meant for you to be doing it all day, every day. I think every single hospital employee has walked in on you at least once in the last few weeks. Do you really think all of us wanted to know that you lose it when she calls you Major Hunt right before she orgasms?” he asked, looking pointedly at Owen. “Or that he can get you begging if he sucks on that spot right above your hip?” he asked, turning his gaze to Amelia. They both had the shame to blush as he spoke about the particulars of their sex life.

“Alex,” Amelia began, but paused as soon as she realized that she really didn’t know what to say at the moment.

“Look, I don’t want to hear it,” Alex said, exasperation evident in his voice. “I’m just asking you to keep it in your pants while you’re at work. Do you think none of the rest of us ever get horny? The rest of us know how to act like grown-ass adults and deal with our hormones better than a couple of horny teenagers. Is it really too much to ask that you limit your experimentation with the wonders of 69ing to the privacy of your own homes?”

“No, Karev, it’s not,” said Owen. “We’re very sorry that we’ve caused such a, um, problem for everybody else in the hospital. We promise we’ll get it under control when we’re between these four walls.” Amelia nodded her agreement.

“And could you try to keep it under control at Mere’s house too?” Alex asked. “The last thing I need is to listen to Mere and Maggie bitch about how they have to listen to you two going at it all the time.”

At this, Amelia felt compelled to argue back. “No, that’s a double standard,” she said. “We all had to listen to Maggie get her freak on with Clive night after night. I know that’s done and she probably wants to forget that it ever happened because of the whole ‘he’s married and didn’t tell her’ thing, but nothing will ever make me forget hearing my sister yell, ‘Oh my God, your cock is like a lollipop!’ That is something that will forever be seared into my brain, no matter how hard I try to get it out of there.”

Alex winced. “Fine, do whatever you want. But can we make a deal that if I don’t tell you what to do or not do in Mere’s house you will never tell me another thing you’ve heard Mere or Maggie say or do in the bedroom?”

Amelia smirked a little as she nodded her assent. “Deal,” she agreed. “I need to be able to do what I want to do in my own bedroom because we tore Owen’s bedroom shades down the other day, and if we do doggie-style now everyone will be able to see-”

“Shepherd!” Alex barked. Amelia stopped her rant and looked up at Alex. “This is exactly what I mean. Nobody in this hospital wants to hear, see, smell, or otherwise experience your sex life with Hunt. So both of you get the hell out of this on-call room and keep your hands and other body parts to yourselves until you’re no longer in this hospital. Got it?”