#tiny waveforms

Hi! Initially I wasn’t going to post a fic before the one I am still writing that is heavily focused on baby Christopher and Amelia but ever since Caterina announced her pregnancy last week; inspiration for this one happened and I just started writing. And having watched the newest episode; I am so happy to have more inspiration! If anyone is interested in me writing a part two; I would be happy to do so! Here is “Tiny Waveforms,” please enjoy!

Deep exhaustion had been a regular occurrence in the brunette’s life since Carina DeLuca confirmed her pregnancy on the dreadful night that she simply wanted a threesome due to her undiscovered hormones, but despite the regular feeling; Amelia pushed through every day and night that passed by. Over the course of her work day, the neurosurgeon never allowed herself to appear tired around her patients or the rest of the hospital staff and most certainly not Link; because she felt as though she was weak and people might have gotten the idea that she couldn’t handle being pregnant or even worse; a mother. During the nighttime when she was in the comfort of Meredith Grey’s rather large home or in an elevator by herself and no blonde orthopedic surgeon in sight; were the only times Amelia felt okay with being exhausted. Part of her had wished that while she had been pregnant with her baby boy; that she appreciated the waves crashing on the surface more often than what she had done.

Also throughout her entire pregnancy since Carina confirmed her fears once again; the brunette’s mental health had been an up and down motion, mainly due to the constant mood swings she would express to certain people. The ones who knew about her past pregnancy, with Link she remained positive but when it was late at night and could not fall asleep; she shared her scariest thoughts with Maggie which lead to several tears shed from both sisters. Everything around the hospital felt silent and few familiar surgeons walked the halls due to Miranda Bailey firing nearly everyone due to an insurance fraud investigation earlier that year; but regardless, the brunette stepped onto the elevator which was stopped by the last person she needed to see in that current moment.

“Hey Pumpkin; how’s our Little Peanut treating you tonight? I am sad and sorry that I barely got to see you today, let’s go home and have some weighted blanket bonding time then afterwards we could indulge in some leftover Halloween candy from one of the kids’ candy buckets.” Link playfully suggested in an almost whispered tone to Amelia as he snuck his left hand around her waist and his opposite hand on her small yet round stomach. Anxiousness and discomfort built inside of the neurosurgeon as she felt the placement of his hands; the growing pains she had been secretly feeling for three days prior and anxiety from the constant movements of his hands that were slowly reaching down further.

“Link; please I am in a lot of pain and not really in the mood. But I’ll see you at Meredith’s; okay?” Amelia shakingly informed Link, as she pushed her body away from him and backed up, but beamed a fake smile on her face to balance the mood.

Before the blonde orthopedic surgeon had a moment to ask the pregnant woman what he had done wrong and if she was alright, he watched her walk as fast as she could away from the elevator and pressed the downwards button to make his way to the hospital’s parking garage.

“Yeah; sure. See you at Meredith’s.” Link scoffed in reply to the neurosurgeon as the heavy doors started to close before he was able to glance at what direction Amelia had walked towards.

From afar at a nearby nurses’ station the male trauma surgeon made notes in his recent patient’s chart and recognized the brunette who sat alone in one of the chairs which the hospital’s visitors sat in as they waited for their family members to come out of surgery. Owen attempted to appear not visible until the feeling ate him alive. He placed the electronic tablet down on the counter and casually sat in the seat next to the one she occupied, and remained silent.

“What are you doing here so late?” The brunette softly pointed out to the male trauma surgeon who had his hands in his pocket while she held her knees close to her stomach.

“Ever since Leo and I moved out of Teddy’s house, my Mom watches him more often while I spend most of my nights here also since Bailey went and fired everybody, I am one of the only guys here these days.”

Confusion washed over the young neurosurgeon’s face once hearing what her friend and colleague told her, she then looked into the distance before focusing back on the man.

“Owen; what are you talking about? How could she do that? You and her have a new baby together, and didn’t you just buy her a house after selling ours?” Amelia questioned Owen; feeling genuinely confused how the blonde cardiothoracic surgeon could do something like that to her apparent boyfriend.

“That’s another thing Teddy decided to inform me in on; that Allison isn't my daughter. She said one night a man living in Germany called asking about how her pregnancy was going. The love I had for her was built on a lie.” The redhead angrily expressed to Amelia who continued listening to him, afraid of what her facial expression might have been; Owen slowly turned his head to look at Amelia. Her face was neutral, understanding and filled with an indescribable amount of love; almost as much as it did throughout their relationship.

“Are you going to fight for her? Owen, you have always wanted her in your life and you still have time to get her back.” The brunette sympathetically challenged Owen as she now looked deep into his eyes and noticed the similar pain she had been feeling the past several months.

“You know he calls you Mama whenever he sees a picture of you or across the hallway but too distracted with a patient. He knows that Teddy isn’t his mother.”

Suddenly tears sprung to Amelia’s crystal sky blue eyes and fell faster than she could wipe away with the flat part of her hand, once hearing the confession of Owen’s and the small action Leo had been doing but she never sees; her heart felt as though it was breaking, after thinking about the life her and Owen had built together.

“He does?” The brunette tearfully interrupted only to be matched with the male trauma surgeon lovingly nod his head in reply and matched her soft smile. Moments went on before Owen retrieved the tissue box on the end table near them and offered a tissue for Amelia to dry her tears.

“Are you okay?” Owen questioned while he watched her intently, mirroring the time when she had been listening to Derek’s last voicemail for his wife.

“Yeah.” The young neurosurgeon simply replied after wiping the tears away from her now tear stained cheek before glancing at the thin watch on her small wrist. She removed herself from the seated position she was in and watched Owen who still sat in the chair.

“I know the situation is a little awkward but do you want to come to my ultrasound appointment with me? I have been too terrified to go with Link and all his positivity. And going alone is an actual nightmare to me.” Amelia explained to Owen before she nervously awaited his reply; instead of frustration or anger, his face softened as he also removed himself from the chair he had been sitting in. The man smiled.

“If that’s what you want. I would love to.”

Once hearing his response the brunette began to make her way towards Carina DeLuca’s office and examination room along with Owen next to her down the halls. Inside of the male trauma surgeon’s mind played out memories of the past four and a half years with the brunette; from their moments in the on call rooms to their last night together in each other’s arms on the large king size mattress he regretted selling. Before he could begin to ask Amelia a question, the two arrived at the door of Carina’s office.

“Here I am for my ultrasound and beyond terrified.” Amelia casually admitted to the female Italian who sat at her desk, heavily engrossed in a stack of paperwork in front and plate of food beside her. Carina glanced up and softly smiled at the brunette.

“Amelia, I promise you that you and your little baby are perfectly healthy. Go on and get changed.” The other brunette encouraged in her strong Italian accent before she noticed Owen standing back a little further while he smiled at the two women interacting. Carina then invited the male trauma surgeon into her office as they both awaited the neurosurgeon to dress into her street clothing before the ultrasound.

“Has Amelia told you anything about her pregnancy so far?” The slim Italian asked Owen who sat across from her as she took a bite out of the muffin she had been eating.

“Her and I talked about how we want to continue being a family regardless of the situation. Why? What makes you ask?” Owen wondered with curiosity in his tone as he folded his arms over her chest.

“Dr. Shepherd came to my office the other night and talked about how several weeks ago she watched Dr. Lincoln take a form of narcotics for knee pain or something like that. He took a nap but apparently he was disoriented when he woke up. Do you know why this would upset Dr. Shepherd and cause her to be exhausted all the time these days?”

Owen swallowed the large lump in his throat as he listened to what the middle aged Italian woman was telling him. He remembered the story Amelia had told him three years before, and about her dead fiancé who had overdosed on narcotics then never woke up ever again. The male trauma surgeon knew that the man In the time that Amelia and Owen had not been together, he felt as though he needed to educate himself more on the topic of addiction and how to support those battling the disease daily; in that research, he had learned to never disclose of another person’s recovery unless it is fine with the person affected.

“Amelia has been through a lot before we met, but that is not my story to tell. She doesn’t talk about it much; I will keep my eyes on her.” The man concerned and informed Carina before he felt the presence of Amelia behind him.

Once noticing the brunette, Carina smiled in her direction and received a small smile signaling that she was ready to make their way to the examination room. Owen removed himself from the chair and walked slightly behind the two women before she felt Amelia’s soft hand reach for his, to most her gesture was small and meaningless but to them it was just part of their strong connection with one another. Entering the room; Amelia quietly and carefully sat on the cloth covered bed for Carina to begin the ultrasound as anxiety made its return internally.

“Could someone maybe, I don’t know, tell me something to take my mind off of the storm that’s inside of my mind right now?” The brunette shyly requested of either the Italian or male trauma surgeon that occupied the room with her, the redhead had sensed the anxiousness as he held her hand in the hallway but remained calm for Amelia. Owen cleared his throat as he watched Carina retrieve the ultrasound doppler.

“Did I tell you about how Leo learned what finger paint is in daycare the other day?” Owen asked Amelia with excitement and pride heavy in his question. Both Carina and Owen saw the brunette placed her arm behind her head as head rest support and smiled.

“No. How did that go?”

“Well, he is now obsessed with the color red and has his hands in paint almost all the time now. I am pretty sure that he forgets that other colors exist.” Owen happily informed the woman resting on the table as a proud smile shined on his face.

Genuine happiness reflected on Amelia's face as she beamed a wide smile at her son’s latest obsession was and hearing the male trauma surgeon’s laugh afterwards. Since meeting Owen, Amelia had always been in love with his deep yet unique laughter, that continued to make her laugh four and a half years later.

“Okay, Amelia. This might be a little cold.” Carina interrupted the two as she held onto the small bottle of blue gel, the brunette nodded her head in response. Without a moment to think; Owen reached out his hand for Amelia to hold onto and was as expected, matched with hers.

Both Amelia and Owen intently stared at the monitor beside Carina and marveled simultaneously at the baby that appeared. The tiny hands from the forming round abdomen area and growing feet; everything felt perfect. Tears sprung to the brunette’s eyes as she stared at the image over and over again, she cleared her throat before speaking for the first time since making their way back to the room.

“Could you maybe focus on his or her brain?” Amelia tearfully requested of the female obstetrician and held her breath in, causing Owen to grasp her hand tighter as he noticed more anxiousness. Carina fulfilled the request to focus on the healthy and perfect frontal lobe; which caused more tears to fall down rapidly her already tear stained cheeks.

“That’s a brain.” The young neurosurgeon shockingly told herself under her breath so neither Carina or Owen could hear and took his hand closer to her lips than softly kissed it. He smiled at the small gesture.

“Your baby looks perfect; Amelia. Congratulations Amelia and Owen.” Carina joyfully congratulated the two but were matched with confused faces from both Owen and Amelia. The brunette gingerly sat from her laying position to look back and forth at Carina.

“Carina; this is Link’s baby, Owen is only here for support.” Amelia almost defensively told the other brunette and had Owen in agreeance. The brunette smiled after feeling uncomfortable.

“Based on the gestation age of what the ultrasound had listed was six and a half months pregnant; you had mentioned to me that Owen and you had not slept together in seven months. Amelia; I tell you as your OB, there is no possible way that this is Link’s baby. Congratulations Owen.”