Rosie

Chapter 7

Owen sat up in bed, his eyes widening as he saw the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He turned to his side, only to find his fiancée still sound asleep next to him. She had her back turned to him, her long curly hair cascading down her back. Owen couldn't resist reaching out and running his fingers through her hair, admiring its softness.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her. They had been through so much together, but now they were finally engaged and expecting their first child. Owen couldn't wait to meet their baby, but in the meantime, he couldn't stop staring at Amelia's changing body. Owen and Amelia had always been a passionate couple, their love for each other burning bright through the ups and downs of their relationship. But ever since Amelia's pregnancy began to show, things had taken a drastic turn for the worse.

Her pregnancy had progressed, and she was now in her second trimester. Her body had changed in ways that Owen couldn't help but find incredibly attractive. Her curves had become more pronounced, her breasts fuller, and her stomach was round and perfect. Owen found himself constantly ogling at her, unable to look away. He had unwillingly developed a pregnancy fetish for his fiancée.

As Amelia slept, Owen's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her. He noticed how her hair was a little bit thicker and shinier, and her skin seemed to glow with radiance. He couldn't help but run his hands over her breasts, which had become even more sensitive during her pregnancy. She let out a soft moan in her sleep, and Owen felt himself getting aroused, but also ashamed.

He tried to control himself, to keep his desire in check as he knew Amelia was pregnant, tired and needed her rest. But as he continued to look at her, he felt almost as though her body was purposely provoking him. It felt like she was daring him to touch her, to make love to her, and Owen felt like, with every passing day, he was losing the battle against his desires. It made him feel ashamed of himself.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head before getting out of bed. He made his way to the bathroom, but he couldn't resist turning back to take another look at Amelia. She was now awake, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched her arms above her head. Her eyelashes had grown bushier, too.

"Good morning," she said with a smile as she caught him looking at her.

"Morning," Owen replied, a note of awe in his voice.

Amelia raised an eyebrow, a little confused by his intense gaze, but she let it go. After all, she was used to Owen's adoration and couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. But there was something else in his gaze that she couldn't quite define. Was it anger? Frustration? She wasn't sure. He had been acting coldly towards her these days, and they hadn't been intimate in some time, but she figured it was just the stress of the job.

As the day wore on, Owen couldn't stop thinking about Amelia and how she looked that morning, and he found himself getting more and more distracted.

He knew he had to see her again, to talk to her, to be with her. He walked down the hall to where her meeting was taking place, and he saw her standing there, looking beautiful as ever.

But as he looked at her, he felt a surge of anger rising inside him. He couldn't take it anymore, the way she made him feel, the way she made him want her, it was consuming him. Without thinking, he stormed into the meeting, pulling everyone's gaze to the door. Bailey, Karev, Torres, and Amelia, all looked at him in shock.

Amelia was halfway through the meeting when she noticed Owen's intense gaze on her alone, his eyes never leaving her body as she spoke. She shifted uncomfortably as she finished her sentence, pulling at the hem of her scrubs, suddenly self-conscious of her growing pregnancy bump.