You're Mine

chapter 51

a/n: Second half is smut, you're welcome.

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"Owen, can we talk?", Amelia shyly wondered, watching the now very happy Leo run towards the couch, where his dad was sitting next to Teddy. Dr. Brato had just left. When he didn't reply, she sighed. "Please?"

"No, thanks. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong since I can't do anything right.", the redhead coldly responded, crossing his arms, and ignoring her presence. His best friend wasn't sure what she was supposed to do right now.

"Let's go outside and use the baby swing, little man.", the blonde decided, giving the couple some privacy, and lifting the one-year-old into her arms to leave the room with him and put on his outside clothes.

"I...I didn't mean-", the neurosurgeon tried again, taking the now free seat next to her boyfriend and touching his arm with her hand. Her heart broke when he pulled it away. She had really screwed up that one.

"Yes, you meant it.", Owen reminded her angrily. "And even if you didn't, I am not here for you all the time to be the person who you get your anger issues out on. I'm not doing this.", he informed her. "I feel like crap for letting Leo fall off that chair and your stupid comment made it so much worse than it already was. I am not a bad father but thanks to you, now I believe that I am.", he choked on his words as he teared up, causing him to storm out of the room.

"Owen!", the brunette shouted, following him into the hallway. "Please just listen to me! I know I was unfair to you, and I am ashamed of it. But...I am not okay.", she tried to explain her behavior from earlier.

"Yes, I understand that by now. Still, it doesn't justify the way you treated me. And I am not going to just forgive you for it.", her boyfriend said, too hurt to think clearly right now. "It's time for lunch. Make sure you eat and feed our boy with the crappy food I made since I can't do anything right."

"Fuck this.", Amelia decided and walked back into the kitchen, where she opened a cabinet with a leftover bottle of vodka from Saturday. She had been strong long enough but none of it paid off anyway, so she figured it would be fine to destroy her sobriety as well. She raised the bottle to her lips when Owen joined her in the kitchen and stopped in shock.

"Put that down!", the trauma surgeon demanded firmly, staring at her intently. "Put it down, before I rip it out of your hands the way you ripped my son out of mine earlier.", he repeated, not leaving out any chance of letting her know how much she had hurt him.

"And if I don't?", his girlfriend challenged, her voice dangerously low. "Fine.", she gave in as she watched him clench his fists. She closed the bottle and put it back, hearing him exhale in relief. "I don't want to fight with you!"

"You are annoying the hell out of me right now, you know that?!", the redhead complained, pissed off by her. He just shook his head before he walked over to Amelia and crashed his lips against hers, surprising her.

"Owen...", she half-moaned and half tried to have a conversation with him. "Oh God!", she mumbled in pleasure when her boyfriend nonchalantly ripped her blouse apart and let the buttons fall to the floor as he shoved it off her shoulders to suck on her skin.

"Less talking, more fucking. The cockblock is outside.", Owen groaned, lifting his girlfriend onto the counter to take off her bra, leggings and panties. He took a step back to take her in and lick his lips before he opened his own jeans and pulled down his boxers to free his pulsing erection.

His anger had turned into desperation and as he looked at Amelia sitting there naked on the counter, he got really horny. He couldn't be bothered to get the lube from his bedside drawer, so he just touched her clit to check if she was wet enough. Although he felt like she was, he figured it couldn't hurt to help her out a little and spat on her entrance, spreading his saliva with his fingertips, causing her to moan loudly.

"Fuck me Owen, please!", she begged, turning her boyfriend on even more. He forcefully entered her, none of it was sweet. "Yes, like that!", she screamed as he got faster, and his thrusts got harder. The trauma surgeon couldn't get enough of his hot girlfriend and started sucking on her breasts, making her moan continuously while he kept hitting her G-spot.

"I'm going to-", he tried to warn her but he had already come inside of her, triggering her orgasm too and causing her to cover his member in her juices. Now that the redhead was too exhausted to even speak or move, his anger had vanished, and he just leaned his forehead against the brunette's chest while she kissed his head and supported them with her hands on the counter.

"When is lunch read-...", Teddy walked in on them riding out their orgasms. She held her hand in front of the baby's eyes and sighed. "You are disgusting. This is a kitchen!", was all she had to say to the sight that had hurt her innocent eyes. "Pull out of her right now!"

"Can't. Still too sensitive.", Amelia replied, her eyes closed. Owen wasn't moving at all, enjoying the naked cuddling too much. "Lunch will be ready in ten minutes.", she shared, hoping the blonde would leave the room.

"I don't even know what to say!", the cardio surgeon scolded them as she left the room again, taking the boy with her to change his diaper. "Leo, I hate it here. I guess it's time to move out and look for houses or apartments with your Uncle Tom.", she talked to him.