You're Mine

chapter 52

Monday, 21st September:

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"Hi Amelia!", Stella grinned at the brunette after walking into her living room since Teddy had let her in, not knowing who she actually was after she had told the blonde that she was an electrician because they had had troubles with some lights during the past week.

"What are you doing here?", the neurosurgeon turned around to face her, holding Leo close to her chest, internally praying that this wasn't happening. "You are supposed to be rotting in prison."

"Oh wow, I am basically your mother, so hold your tongue!", James' mom demanded, offended. "And I love you. Can't you see? All of what I have been doing for my son and you has been for love.", she stated. "Let's get rid of that.", she mused when Owen walked into the room in confusion. She didn't hesitate for a second as she shot him in the head. Teddy was next, receiving a headshot as well.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!", Amelia screamed, sobbing uncontrollably. She hadn't even had time to make a plan for protecting her baby when another bullet hit his tiny back, causing his small weak body to black out in her arms. "NOOOO!"

"HONEY, WAKE UP!", Owen yelled for the second time, shaking his girlfriend, whose eyes shot open in fear. Her breathing was erratic, and she was shivering. Tears were falling down her cheeks as she tried to take in her surroundings. "You've had a nightmare.", he sighed in worry.

"Are...are you sure that it was just a nightmare?", the brunette's voice cracked. She couldn't count on something she was told and quickly got up to run into her one-year-old's room. He was sleeping peacefully, not bothered by anything.

"What did you dream?", Teddy asked. She had been laying in between them again and she had woken up her best friend once she had noticed the way Amelia had flinched in her sleep. She scooted over to the neurosurgeon's side of the bed, so she could snuggle into Owen's arms.

"Does it matter?", her friend let out a heart wrenching sob, clinging to her boyfriend to inspect his forehead. There wasn't a bullet and neither a scar. "I don't want to think about it anymore.", she explained sadly, watching the redhead take his phone and text somebody. "Who are you messaging?"

"Dr. Brato. If you aren't going to talk to me, you will speak to her in your session later.", the trauma surgeon decided, giving her an out for now. "Not that I can't count one and one together and don't have an idea of what your nightmare was about after you stormed out of the bedroom to check on Leo and just tried to find a bullet in my head.", he sighed, wrapping his strong arms around her shaking body to be there for her as she fell back asleep.

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"Is it okay if I cook meanwhile?", Amelia asked Dr. Brato, getting up to stand at the stove and get lunch ready. They had just talked about the move to Seattle, the first kidnapping, and the nightmare.

"Uh, sure.", the brunette shrugged, always a little confused by the quick way her client was able to switch topics. "Why are you cooking? You told me that you hate to cook and that you can't cook."

"Because Owen will be home for lunch with the two younger kids and I made him agree on ordering something, but I have secretly planned to cook for him since I've been a bitch.", the neurosurgeon stated, starting to boil water with rice and beginning to cut some chicken, an onion, carrots, and tomatoes to fry the ingredients.

"Okay, that's nice of you.", her therapist praised her. "Have you apologized for being so rude to him?", she wondered, figuring that would have been a much easier way to rebuild what she had destroyed on Friday.

"Well, I tried. Multiple times. But he wouldn't have it. He didn't wanna hear it. I told him that I am not okay, and he said he knows that, but this doesn't make it okay for me to be mean to him. And he's right.", the brunette figured and shrugged.

"So, what did you guys do after?", Dr. Brato wanted to know, furrowing her eyebrows, and watching her counterpart turn around to her as she frowned for a second, signaling her that her answer wouldn't be appreciated.

"I was about to drink, and Owen caught me. So, I didn't drink.", Amelia responded innocently and kept stirring the food, so it wouldn't burn. She applied some seasoning to make it taste better.

"You just put the bottle back?", the other brunette questioned, not quite believing it. They hadn't talked about her drug and alcohol addiction much, but she knew through other clients that they wouldn't just put their poison of choice away like that.

"Yep.", the neurosurgeon nodded. "He told me I was annoying the hell out of him.", she added, taking a step to the right to stir the rice as well, waiting for another question that she was supposed to answer.

"And that was the conversation?", her therapist asked. She wasn't sure if her client was serious or simply not opening up and since she was standing with her back to her, she wasn't able to read her facial expression either.

"Yep.", the brunette repeated. "We ended up having sex on the counter.", she admitted nonchalantly, taking a break from stirring the food and turning around to the other woman to look at her with a blank face.

"The counter you were just cutting your food on?", Dr. Brato wondered, making a disgusted face before she took more notes as always. She noticed that her counterpart didn't seem to be ashamed of breaking the rules.

"Yep.", her client smiled innocently. "We obviously cleaned it after, if that's what you're concerned about.", she pointed out another fact that she thought was crucial for her therapist, who again just frowned.

"You realize that those weren't the rules?", the brunette reminded her, firmly starring into her eyes to make her understand that she did something wrong and causing her to turn back to the food she was cooking because she couldn't bear being gazed at in such a penetrant way. "You don't even regret having broken them?"

"No, not really.", Amelia shared, shrugging again. She was mixing the rice with the fried ingredients now, adding a little bit of tomato sauce to the dish to make sure it wouldn't be too dry before she started cutting feta cheese to add that too.

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a/n: Session continues in the next chapter. :)