Owen and Amelia

Nutrients

Owen: POV

I woke up from the sound of an alarm clock.
"Morning," I heard amelia say and kiss me on the cheek. I slept through the night. I slept throughout the whole night...
"Hey amelia what time do you have to go in?" I asked.
"Later..." She says and I lean to kiss her. Kissing turned into heated stuff until....
"You two get some clothes on I made breakfast!!" I heard Carolyn Shepherd yell from the other side of the door. Amelia and I groaned in disappointment.
"Thanks mom!!" Amelia replied with the slightest bit of sarcasm.
After we ate breakfast Amelia and I got in the car.
"We should start doing stuff like activities other than work, sex, and work again," she says randomly.
"But I like work and sex in fact I love work and sex," I say emphasizing the word 'love'.
"We should get out more," she says smiling. God I love her smile. God she's so damn beautiful.
"What are you thinking about right now?" She asks suspiciously because I randomly started smiling, "actually I probably don't wanna know," she says hinting that I might have been thinking about sex.
"I was thinking of you... God I love you," I say as we pull up.
"I love you too," we lean into kiss when Karev knocks on the car window.
"Big trauma!!" He says interrupting our moment. Amelia and I run out of the car into the emergency entrance and put on trauma gowns still. People were pouring in and we barely had room.
"What happened?" I asked a random doctor.
"Terrorist attach shooting and bombing and everything," they say in a low tone. I was shocked. Today there is to much patients and not enough doctors.

Amelia: POV

I haven't eaten very much today and I'm going into an 8 hour surgery. I'll be fine....
"10 blade," I said holding my hand out shakily.
"Dr. Shepherd are you alright?" Then everything went black.
"Amelia?" Owen said softly, "you're awake."
"Im supposed to be in surgery," I stated looking at the fluids going into my body. I reached to undo it but owen grabbed my hand.
"You need these fluids Amelia," owen said.
"Your treating me like I'm a child," I said rolling my eyes a little.
"I'm treating you like your carrying a child," he said gesturing to my bump, "our child," he rested his hand on my belly.