Rosie

Chapter 4

Month 3, 12 weeks. 

Amelia Shepherd was having a difficult time adjusting to being pregnant. Not only was she experiencing all the typical symptoms like morning sickness and exhaustion, but she was also dealing with her fiancé, Owen Hunt, who had suddenly become a control freak.

It all started when Amelia found out she was pregnant almost two months ago. She was overjoyed, but Owen was terrified. He couldn't shake the image of Amelia running out on him, or aborting their child, as irrational as the scenarios sounded. Despite Amelia's reassurances that she was committed to their relationship and their growing family, Owen couldn't help but feel insecure.

That's when he started controlling Amelia's OR schedule. He would purposely schedule her for simpler surgeries and assign her less complex cases. At first, Amelia didn't think much of it and went along with his requests, thinking they were for the betterment of the hospital. But as the weeks went by, it became clear that Owen was abusing his power as chief and trying to protect her and their unborn child at the expense of her career.

One day, Amelia had had enough. She was fed up with being treated like she couldn't handle her job just because she was pregnant. So when Owen changed her OR schedule again without consulting her, she finally snapped.

Amelia was standing outside the operating room, nervously tapping her foot as she waited for her patient to be wheeled in for surgery. She was almost three months pregnant and had been struggling with her energy levels and appetite. Owen was determined to make sure she had all the nutrients she needed, and had enlisted the help of the interns to bring her fruits, snacks, and drinks throughout the day, and they were beginning to fill up her lab coat pockets as she usually didn't eat or drink all of what he would've sent.

At first, Amelia was grateful for Owen's thoughtfulness, but that, too, quickly became overwhelming. He would constantly check in on her, asking if she needed anything or if she had eaten enough, almost like he wanted her to get fat. It was becoming too much for her, and she was starting to feel suffocated.

As she waited outside the OR, Amelia heard Owen's voice booming from down the hall. She rolled her eyes, knowing he was probably yelling at someone, but not knowing it was her he was screaming at. She had to admit, she was getting tired of his overbearing behavior. But before she could walk away and give herself some space, Owen confronted her, his face red with anger.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he yelled, his finger pointing in Amelia's direction. She looked around at the fellow surgeons and nurses around her, and she realized that Owen was, in fact, pointing directly at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Amelia replied naively, her own voice cracking under his authority.

"Scheduling back to back surgeries?!" he continued, trying to jog her 'faulty' memory. It was the entire reason she was outside of the OR right now.

"It's just three benign tumors, Owen," she dismissed him, resting her hand on the scrub cap over her head. As she did the action, she realized that her scrubs were beginning to get a bit tight, and that the bump would be noticeable if she continued to keep her hand on top her head, so she settled for resting it on her waist. "I'll be done in, like, 4 or 6 hours."

"No, you'll be done now," he stated, and she gave him a look of confusion. "I rescheduled all three surgeries. You're in clinic today." Her look of confusion swiftly turned into a glare of pure rage and anger.

"You're kidding, right?" she exclaimed. Frustrated and tired of his constant need to control her, Amelia blurted out, "I'm not a child, Owen! I know what I'm doing. I don't need you to dictate my every move!"