This is my first Amelink Fic! I’m just getting back into writing so this took Iike ten times as long to write as normal but i hope you enjoy. Plz leave me prompts because coming up with ideas is so hard haha. I was also too lazy to edit so I’m praying that there’s not too many mistakes <3
“Hey, baby.” Amelia awoke to a soft voice coming from her midsection. “It’s your daddy here. You doing okay in there?”
“Link, what are you doing,” She groaned, opening her eyes to peer down at the grinning face resting on her belly.
“Morning, sorry for waking you up,” he answered, sheepishly.
“It’s fine.” Amelia smiled. “What time is it?”
“Quarter past six. My shift starts at seven thirty.”
“I’m on call but I might get a ride with you to pick up some stuff from my office.” She undid her hair and let her chocolate curls fall to her shoulders. “Breakfast?”
“Sounds good,” he replied, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Maggie already left but I think Meredith is still getting the kids ready.” She nodded in response, her eyes falling to where Link was rubbing protective circles around her midsection.
“Don’t get too attached,” she joked. “Anything can happen in the first trimester.” Link sensed a look of worry as she removed his hand from her stomach and stood up from the bed.
“Babe—”
“It’s fine, Link. Can we not talk about it right now?” She pulled on a oversized t shirt and a pair of leggings. Link stood, wrapping her in a hug.
“Of course. I just know the last couple of weeks have been a lot for you and after our talk last night...I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” she assured him as look of dizziness passed across her face.
“Feeling okay?” His eyes full of concern.
“Link, I’m fine!” She snapped, as they made their way down the stairs. Link shrugged, trying not to notice the slight wobble in her step and wanting desperately to place a hand on her back for support. As they made their way to the kitchen Amelia caught smell of presumably the bacon that Meredith was cooking for the kids.
“Auntie Melia!” Ellis shrieked as Amelia entered the room.
“Hi, Ellie.” Amelia smiled, lifting the toddler into her arms. Ellie wrapped her pudgy hands around Amelia’s neck and wailed when Amelia tried to set her down. “Come on sweetheart, you gotta eat your eggs,” she laughed as she finally set her down in her highchair.
“Thor!” Ellis had refused to call Link anything else since Halloween and although Link had tried to teach her otherwise, Amelia knew he secretly adored it.
“That’s not Thor,” Zola exclaimed between bites of bacon and eggs, “that’s Link.” Amelia chuckled at her exasperated tone.
“You feeling okay, Amelia?” Meredith asked, noting on her pale appearance. “The kids had a bug last week and I think you babysat the night that Bailey had it.” Amelia nodded. Despite Link wanting to share the news of the baby with everyone, Amelia had decided she wanted to get through her first trimester before telling anyone. This meant a lot of time spent at Link’s apartment and a lot of suspicion from her sisters.
“All good,” she responded, avoiding Link’s side eye. She went to open the fridge, gagging as the unbearable smell of bacon hit her full force. The next thing she knew she was in the bathroom. She felt Link pull back her hair as she emptied her stomach into the toilet.
“Oh honey...” Link sighed, as he rubbed her back in small circles. This had become a regular start to their day for the last week and he’d become tired of watching her petite body heaving over the ceramic bowl. He could hear Zola asking softly to her mother if auntie Amelia was alright.
“This is why we should’ve stayed at your place last night,” she told him weakly as she leaned her head back against the wall of the bathroom.
“You said you wanted to come here last night because it was closer and you were tired.”
“Well, you’re supposed to take me to your place anyways, that’s our rule.”
“I’m sorry,” he answered apologetically. “It didn’t seem like a bad idea in the moment.”
“I’m not hungry. Can we just go to the hospital?” She asked, too tired to answer Meredith’s questions. Link nodded, watching as Amelia bypassed the kitchen and started pulling on her boots.
“What’s up with her?” Meredith asked as Link went to grab his keys from the kitchen counter. “If she’s sick she shouldn’t be seeing patients.”
“She’s okay,” Link responded, not knowing what to say. He couldn’t read Meredith’s expression. “See you at the hospital.”
“Bye, Thor.” Was the last thing they heard as they left the house.
“You can’t keep doing this,” Amelia mumbled, without looking up from her computer. “Bringing me food and reminding me to drink water and constantly checking in on me. People are going to notice.”
Link placed the banana and yogurt he’d been carrying on her office desk. “Amelia, you’re already eight weeks. People are going to notice eventually.”
“Quit looking so happy about that,” she answered, not having to glance up to know that he had a smile stretched upon his face.
“I can’t help it, Mia. It would be nice if you could share a little of my excitement.”
Her glare softened. “I’m trying, Link.”
Link bit his lip. “I know you are. It would just be nice to get a scan or something. If Carina knew you were eight weeks along and hadn’t had a scan—”
“I’ve been busy.” Amelia finally met his eyes and was surprised by the desperation in his expression. “I’ll go to her today.”
“Thank you. Page me?”
“Of course.”
Carina was definitely surprised as the neurosurgeon finally made her way down the the OB/GYN floor. “Amelia what can I do to—”
“I’m pregnant. Eight weeks. I need a scan or whatever.” She clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking.
“Okay,” Carina answered nonchalantly. “I actually just had a cancellation so I can do it now if you want.”
“Oh...sure, I’ll page Link.”
“Great, you can just take a seat here and roll up your scrub top,” Carina ordered as she moved the machine next to the reclined patient bed. “You said eight weeks?”
“I think so,” Amelia replied numbly, lifting her navy scrub top over her flat stomach. “It just doesn’t really feel real yet.”
“Probably because you haven’t had a scan,” Carina answered, spreading the gel on Amelia’s stomach as the machine whirled to life. “But definitely real. You can see the outline of the little bambino.” she smiled warmly. “First pregnancy?”
“No,” Amelia replied. Her eyes flicking to the door for what seemed like the thousandth time. Where was Link? “I had an anencephalic baby a couple of years back... I—I know its rare but is it possible that it could happen again?”
“The chances of that are very little,” Carina responded, eyeing the worried neurosurgeon sympathetically. “It is too early to tell but we can confirm in a scan soon. Do not stress, Amelia.” Amelia seemed to be doing the exact opposite as she gritted her teeth, trying to avoid looking at the scan.
“Hey,” Link breathlessly barged into the room. “Sorry, I was with a patient and...” he trailed off as his eyes found the screen. “Is that our baby?”
“That’s our baby,” Amelia answered, immediately relaxed at the sight of him. He kissed her forehead, keeping his eyes fixed on the picture.
“Can we get a picture?” He asked, his voice filled with awe.
“Of course,” Carina responded. “Though there isn’t much to see now. How about we set an appointment for two weeks from now. We can get a better picture then. I know it’s soon but I’m sure that being able to find out more as soon as we can will put you both at ease.” She apologized as her pager lit up and she quietly exited the room.
“That’s our baby,” Link breathed. Amelia turned to see his eyes filled with tears. “You’re going to be such a good Mom, Amelia. I know you’re worried but everything is going to be okay.” His lips brushed hers cautiously.
“It’s weird,” she noted, “having someone here with me.”
“Good weird?”
“Yes, good weird,” her eyes finding the scan and for the first time not feeling her heart skip with fear.
