This will be my place for written moments between Owen and Amelia, a collection of one shots which will vary in length. I already have a few ideas, but feel free to come with suggestions or prompts! This will be my first story where I write Owen/Amelia and GA. Hope you'll enjoy!

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Moment 1: Beautiful healthy babies

He saw her walk with decisive steps toward the on call room, her brown curls loose down her shoulders, bouncing by the fast move of her small body. They probably did need to rest after the day they'd had, but he couldn't let this go on any longer. Something was bothering Amelia and he was going to find out what it was.

Just as she was about to close the door behind her, Owen quickly slipped inside, turning the lock before facing her. Her face was clean from make up, and she looked tired and…something else. That something else she had had on her face for a few days now. "Owen-", she started a bit surprised by his presence.

"Amelia," Owen quietly answered while coming closer, raising one of his hands to cup her face while his other hand tucked some hair behind her ear.

Amelia sighed, enjoying his closeness and the calm it brought her. "That was a long surgery," she concluded. "I'm exhausted."

Owen didn't say anything, but tried to capture her beautiful eyes with his. She had been doing this for the past few days, let work take up all her time, all of their time. "Amelia, look at me," Owen said knowing that this was the only way, to push her into talking to him. He'd tried waiting for her to come around but it apparently wasn't happening. "Look at me, and tell me what's wrong."

He was gazing down at her in that way of his, and she knew that if she let their eyes meet for long enough he would be able to look into her soul. Owen did things like that with her, he made it impossible for her to hide. "I'm fine, Owen. I'm just tired," she tried to explain. Raising her own hands, she stood up on her toes and leaned in for a kiss, something that she knew worked excellent for a distraction. With her soft thumb stroking his cheek and her other hand holding on to his broad shoulder she gently captured his lips with hers. This was working, he was responding, and before either of them knew it they were falling down on one of the beds. She couldn't remember anything, think of anything, except his warm lips and how good they felt. And then he stopped.

"Amelia," he said a bit out of breath, staring down onto her flushed face. "We can do this later, but right now we have to talk. Actually talk." He gave her his stern look, and it usually would have made her smile and crack a joke to break the seriousness of the moment. Only now she couldn't.

"I don't want to talk. I want to make out." She reached for him again, grasping his shirt with her hands to bring him to her again. Though he wouldn't budge. "Owen," she started, immediately feeing vulnerable again under his gaze.

"Something's up with you. You think you can hide it from me, but you can't. You can't, Amelia, because I see you. I know you, and you don't have to hide from me." His strong and masculine hands cupped her face where it rested on the pillow, his eyes searching hers and he was hoping she could feel what his eyes were trying to show. Since she didn't say anything but had her blue eyes locked onto his, he continued. "I care about you. So much. You know that," he smiled, seeming almost a bit embarrassed to bare his feelings. "Please, Amelia, let me in," he tried again.

Amelia took a deep, shaky breath and finally spoke. "I thought I was pregnant," she confessed. There, now she'd said it. She could see the relief in Owen's face and immediately felt bad, because she didn't want him to worry. She didn't want him to feel any feelings like that at all. Her hands found their way back up to his arms, stroking them up and down, hoping to bring him some reassurance. "I'm not though. I'm not pregnant."

"Oh. Okay." She could see that he was a bit confused, and unsure of what to say because the skin between his eyes created a slight frown. So she continued, because Owen had that effect on her. He made her talk. He made her go on and on about things, sometimes become a rambling mess with no way to stop.

"I, I want babies. I really do, Owen. I want babies with you."

Owen found himself freeze for a few moments, his thumbs stopping their massage on Amelia's temples and his thoughts flying miles away. Was he shocked? Stunned? He had wanted kids for such a long time, that someone actually saying those words aloud to him-

"I mean, maybe not now." Amelia's voice brought him back and his eyes found hers again as she rambled on. "'Cos you know, we're new and we haven't really talked about it. But you'd make a great dad, Owen. Someday. You really would." Her lips formed a slight smile and she gazed up at him with such warmth it gave him goose bumps. He kept staring down at her, continuing his massage of her temples while he let her words sink in. This beautiful, smart and amazing woman wanted kids with him.

When he saw her eyes begin to water, he swore quietly at himself. He had zoned off again. "I want them, too," he blurted out a bit too loud, in a hurry to reassure her that that was what he wanted, too. "I want kids, too." This was just catching him a bit off guard. "With you," he finished and gave her a slightly too goofy smile and he saw how her whole body relaxed.

"Yeah?" Her voice was a slight whisper and she closed her eyes for a second, only to have a few tears slip down the smooth skin of her face.

No matter how much it hurt him to see her sad, this was the Amelia he loved. He loved to see the real Amelia, behind the façade she put up for the world. He loved it when she would share her most private inner thoughts with him.

"Yes, I do," he said, tying to reassure her. Was it because she was afraid he wouldn't want her to be pregnant that she'd been upset the past few days? Or was it something else? He so desperately wanted to understand her, wanted to know where her thoughts were, wanted to fix whatever it was to make her hurt. Because the days where Amelia Shepherd hid, pushed back and ran from her feelings were over. They were living though with the pain, together. "And you know, just because you're not pregnant now doesn't mean-," he continued but was interrupted.

"No. Owen, it's not," she began with a shaky voice, inhaling deep to keep her voice from breaking further. "My baby died," she finally whispered, her lips trembling. Closing her eyes, a few more tears escaped.

Owen kept stroking her hair, brushing a few tears away with his hand. "I know."

"And it was my fault," she cried, turning her face into Owen's hand.

"Amelia, no. It wasn't. These things happen. We see them every day. Sometimes they just happen." Owen had known about her baby, had known that he had only lived for 43 minutes. He hadn't known how deep her pain still was though, even though he wasn't surprised. Amelia was good at so many things, but dealing with her emotions was not one of them.

Amelia released a sob and clung to his arms, breaking even more. "I was using. I didn't take care of myself. I didn't take care of my baby. And he died."

Owen was suddenly angry, angry that no one had been there for her. Angry that she still had to feel like this. Angry at himself for not knowing, noticing her pain. "You're sober now. You-"

"I'm so afraid. Owen. I was an addict, and I made a unicorn baby. What if I only make unicorn babies?" Her last words were no more than a whisper, and mixed with her crying it was hard to understand. Owen did the only thing he could though and pulled her close to him, cradling her trembling body to his. He had no idea why she called it a unicorn baby, but he did know her baby had been encephalic.

"You won't, Melia. You won't." He kissed her hair, holding her as close to him as he possibly could. "I promise you, we will have beautiful, healthy babies."

Her tears wetted his neck and shirt, and she clung to him with all of her limbs. "You can't know that," she cried. "I'm scarred, and wounded and messed up. I might not be able to give you healthy babies."

A few tears fell from Owen's eyes into the softness of her dark hair. While closing his eyes he could see them, he could see their babies. They would have more than one and they would be beautiful healthy babies. "Shh, Melia. You're perfect. You'll do perfect. We'll do perfect. I promise."

And even though she knew that he couldn't possibly promise her that, she believed him.

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