You're Mine

chapter 13

Wednesday, 30th June:

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"Okay, so I am going to get breakfast. Any special requests?", Owen softly asked Logan and Amelia. The boy was sitting on the bed the redhead had slept in, playing with two electronic robots his uncle had bought him from the hospital shop.

"Donuts!", the ten-year-old exclaimed excitedly, watching his mom pack the few things she had into a bag. "And a hot chocolate, please!", he politely added. "What do you want, mommy?", he cutely wondered.

"Donuts sound great and maybe a coffee? But Owen, you really don't have to do this every time. It is so sweet of you, though.", Amelia replied when suddenly her phone rang, so she glanced at it in confusion and noticed an unknown number. "Hello?"

"An inmate from Seattle prison is trying to contact you. To take the call, please press one.", an electronic female voice said, causing the neurosurgeon to excuse herself into the bathroom, so they wouldn't know who was on the phone with her.

"Amy...", James started talking. "I miss you so much!", he informed his ex-girlfriend, hoping to win her back. They hadn't exactly broken up, but it was implied by the way they had parted yesterday.

"I miss you too.", the brunette told the trauma surgeon softly. "Are you okay in there? Did they hurt you? I know I broke your trust but-", she began when suddenly her brother ripped the door open, took the phone from her and ended the call after he had threatened her ex-boyfriend to never call her again. "Derek!", she yelled. "I love him!"

"What the fuck! What you have is called the Stockholm Syndrome and I am pretty sure you know it. That man stalked you, he kidnapped you...I don't know what else he did but that is enough to make sure he stays away from my little sister!", Derek argued as he watched her tear up.

"I was in love with him before he decided to take me to that house!", Amelia cried. "I didn't fall for my kidnapper I was already into him!", she reminded her brother angrily. "And I still am. Despite what all of you think, he didn't hurt me."

"Maybe not physically but mentally you are unstable!", the male neurosurgeon answered, deleting the number from the phone, although he knew that James would call again. "Look, I am not tryi-"

"You told him?", his sister questioned her friend, who was hugging the scared Logan. "You told him that I woke up from a dream?", she repeated herself more clearly. "I can't believe this...that's why he didn't trust anyone but me."

"I didn't.", Owen replied honestly, innocently looking at her when her eyes met his again. "You just did that yourself.", he sighed, sad about the fact that she thought she couldn't trust him. "I'm going to get breakfast now. You want anything, Derek?"

"Nah. I'll stay here until you're back and then I have a surgery.", the brunette responded. "Do you mind checking in on them for dinner?", he wanted to know, since somebody had to, and he and Meredith were leaving for a vacation with the children later today.

"I am not a baby! I can look after my son by myself!", Amelia complained while she crossed her arms. She once again felt trapped and although it was a very dark and super spontaneous thought, for a moment she wanted to be back in that house with James.

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"Hi, Owen!", Logan grinned as he let the redhead into the house. He was really happy to see him and hugged him tightly. "My mom is in the bedroom. She's been in there all afternoon and I can't get her out. She keeps taking James' clothes out of the dresser and then folds them to put them back in."

"I will try to talk to her.", the trauma surgeon replied softly, putting the groceries he had brought into the fridge. "Go play something, sweetie.", he told the boy, who nodded. "Hey, that seems to be an interesting hobby.", he ironically greeted his friend, who looked up at him, not quite amused.

"Told you I am as batshit crazy as my ex-boyfriend was.", Amelia responded seriously but chuckled after a moment. "So, you actually came to babysit me and my son, huh?", she said in surprise. "What do you think is going to happen now?"

"Obviously.", Owen answered her first question. "What's going to happen is, that since you just finished putting everything back into the dresser, we are leaving this room and we'll start preparing dinner together."

"I don't cook.", the brunette immediately informed him, not in the mood to make anything. When she noticed that her boss wasn't going to leave her alone, she sighed. "I don't cook because I can't.", she clarified.

"Then it's time to learn how to. We are making potato-broccoli-whipped cream casserole.", the redhead let her know, waiting for her to pass him at the door and walk into the kitchen. "You get the easy tasks."

"How chivalrous of you, Chief Hunt!", the neurosurgeon joked as she nudged his arm. They talked about everything and nothing while they prepared dinner together. As soon as the casserole was in the oven, the trauma surgeon's phone rang, and he looked like he had seen a ghost. "What's wrong?"

"I...uh...earlier when you guys had left the hospital, I realized I didn't want to be without a child anymore. I had so much fun taking care of Logan. So, I signed up to foster one to two kids and to adopt them later on because I thought they would take about a month or something to reply. I don't even have a house yet!", Owen panicked, causing Amelia to motion for him to turn on speaker.

"Dr. Hunt, this is DSHS calling. We are going to bring you two children tomorrow.", a woman shared. "Layla, who is a three-year-old girl and Leo, a six-month-old baby boy, almost seven months. We haven't received your address yet, what it is?"

"Tell them this one.", the brunette whispered, so he did. They would take the kids away if they saw that he was actually living in a trailer. "Yeah, Logan might be easy but he's special and already ten, Owen. Why would you sign up for two children? You're getting a baby and a toddler.", she judged once the call was over.

"I gave them your address. We need to turn two rooms into kids' rooms, otherwise they won't let them stay. Please, Amelia! Help me!", her friend begged. "You know how to deal with little children."