You're Mine

chapter 169

Owen got up from his spot on the couch once he heard the gate. Usually, he walked Eleanor in the evenings, but tonight, his wife had told him that she wanted to do so and since she was already mad at him, he had let her.

He had expected her to come right inside but after waiting for two minutes, he realized she wouldn't. So, he sighed and grabbed a blanket to hand to her before he opened the door only to find her sitting on the front porch, smoking a cigarette.

The trauma surgeon's heart broke, especially since he had probably been one of the reasons Amelia was currently breaking her sobriety. Despite his anger and sadness, he decided not to accuse and blame her right know.

Instead, he grabbed his key, closed the door behind himself and wrapped the blanket around his wife while he sat down next to her. He felt her body stiffen since she was well aware that he had caught her, but she didn't say anything.

Not even when he let her inhale the smoke one last time and then gently took the poison from her to put it out on the stones next to them before he threw it in the trash that was also right beside the porch, meaning he was able to reach it from his seat.

The redhead softly wrapped his arms around Amelia and pulled her into his arms, so she could rest her right cheek on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck, still warmed by the blanket. He rocked her a little and kissed her head.

"Aren't you going to scold me and yell at me?", the neurosurgeon quietly questioned in confusion, clinging to her husband as he held her close to him. She was disappointed in herself, but she had been sure that Owen was going to scream some sense into her brain and now, he wasn't shouting, which made her think he didn't care anymore.

"No.", the trauma surgeon replied. "I am going to hold you and once you're ready for bed, we will walk into our house with our dog. Then, we'll sleep.", he shared, confusing her even more. "I know why you did it and the only person I am going to be mad at is myself. I think you know what you did was wrong and that you're already disappointed with yourself, so it doesn't make sense for me to join in on the scolding."

"Okay.", Amelia weakly answered, slightly nodding against him. "Thank you.", she mumbled. Although she had expected Owen to scream at her, she hadn't really been happy with the idea, so she was rather glad he was handling this so softly. "Can I smoke another cigarette? One last one?", she attempted to ask, testing his boundaries.

"Definitely not, Honey.", her husband responded firmly but calmy, which was kind of creepy. He kissed her head again, which didn't make the situation less weird. Why wasn't he freaking out? Well, he had explained it to her, but it didn't make sense since he was normally so impulsive. "I'd like you to hand me the package before you climb into bed later.", he informed her, still in the soft voice he had used the whole time they had been sitting out here.

Owen hated the smell of cigarette smoke, and he could barely stand the fact that his wife was currently smelling that way, but he wasn't going to let it get to him. She was supposed to have no doubts about his support and love for her and if he let go of her now, she would have.

"Are you going to kiss me if I ask you to?", the brunette wondered, still testing out his patience. She was ready to hear a clear no because she knew how much her husband hated the smell of cigarette smoke, but she wanted to find out what he was ready to do in order to show her that he wasn't going to let her mistake get to him too much.

"Ask me.", the redhead ordered, watching her break the hug to unsurely glance into his eyes. Amelia's looked sad and guilty, but also curious. He knew that she was trying to test him and noticed how she glanced at his lips.

"Kiss me, Owen.", his wife quietly requested and felt her heart sink when he didn't move at first but just stared at her. So, he was disgusted after all. She wasn't really surprised by it; everybody would have been.

"I told you to ask me. It sounded like a demand, not like a question.", Owen gave a small hint because his heart ached at sight of her tearing up while thinking that he wasn't going to kiss him. "Make it sound like a question, so I can give you an answer.", he softly said.

"Will you please kiss me, Owen?", Amelia obeyed, although she was pretty confused. What changed if she made it sound like a question? Probably nothing. This time, he gently cupped her cheeks and leaned in to connect his lips with hers in a sweet kiss.

"I love you, Ames! No matter if you smell like smoke or not. You don't have to test me like that because I am always going to choose you over whatever the other option is. You can't get rid of me that easily.", the trauma surgeon clarified. "Let's go inside now, your face is as cold as an ice block."

"Are you going to finally talk to me then?", the neurosurgeon slowly pressured a little. After all, his behavior over the last two days had pushed her over the edge and now she wasn't clean anymore. All of that just because he wouldn't talk to her and also be mean about it. It was like somebody had switched out her husband since he was nothing but sweet right now. She heard him sigh.

"I do think it's better if you go to bed right now.", he replied, fully aware of how disappointed his response would cause her to be. And he was right because he watched her lower her head. "And then we can talk in the morning, okay?"

"Deal.", his wife agreed after raising her head again. "Pinky promise!", she demanded quietly, now doing that all the time because their kids did too. "Ella, come on, sweet Girl.", she called her husky inside. The dog quickly ran into the kitchen to drink something. She loved running around, but now she needed to hydrate. (a/n: And so do you! <3)