Owen and Amelia

7 Months

Amelia's: POV

7 months? More like 7 years. It felt like everything was easier my first pregnancy. Probably because I wasn't designing a nursery and shopping for a child. I still can't wrap my head around it. Im having a baby. A tiny human. A living organism. A baby. What?!
"Amelia, which color looks better in the sun? The light green or the light yellow?" He asked. We decided to do our nursery, bright natural colors.
"I like the yellow," I answered. The yellow wasn't an ick yellow, it was a super light dainty yellow.
"I like yellow too," he smiled. I don't want it to be too girly. He came over and kissed me on the cheek.
"I'm so glad our baby will have you as a father," I looked up at his face and around at the nursery.
"You're going to be a wonderful mother," he answered. He wrapped his arms around me and rested on my stomach.
"I hate to end this, but I have to get ready for my shift," I sighed.
"Okay, I love you," he kissed my cheek.
"I love you too," and I left for work.
When I got to work, there were ambulances storming in. I got changed quickly, and went straight to the ER.
"What the hell happened?" I asked on of the residents.
"Someone bombed a parking garage," my eyes widened. Owen was there of course already.
"We need all the hands we can get," I heard April say on the phone. I started helping a young boy with a neck and head injury.
"Can you wiggle your toes for me?" I asked the young boy maybe eleven. His feet didn't move.
"I can't feel anything," he said, and looked at me.
"What's your name," I asked.
"Ethan, my dad was there I wanna know if he's okay, and my grandma," he started to cry.
"Shh, it's okay," I tried to comfort him, "Ethan I need you to try to stay still. I will find out where you're family is, but I need to fix you very soon, okay. Do you trust me?"
"Yeah, I trust you," he answered.
"Okay," I smiled and got up. I got Edwards to book an OR. They were filling up, but this was too urgent, and we got in.
I managed to fix him without any complications. They brought him to a room, and I went back to the ER.
I treated other patents, none were surgical. After all of that, I went to find Ethan's family.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a patents family," I continued to explain the situation.
"I'm sorry, they didn't make it," the nurse answered.
"Do you think you could find some family to contact?" I asked hopeful. After searching, they got out a file. Turns out, he's been admitted here before, and he didn't have anyone else.
"Should we call social services?" They asked.
"No, I will," I answered, and went to his room to check up on him.
"Owen?" I asked confused why he was in the room.
"Ethan was my patent," he said, "we got very close."
"He doesn't have any family Owen," I said.
"He doesn't deserve any of this," Owen looked back at him, still asleep, "have you called social services yet?"
"No," I said, "I'm gonna go make the call."
"Okay," he said, "I'm gonna wait here until he wakes up." I could tell Owen was sad for him. They were gonna send a social worker in the morning to come talk to him, but he had to stay in the hospital for awhile to recover.
I went home. I went into the nursery, and I stroked the warm baby blanket draped over the side of her crib.
"Evi, I won't let anything happen to you, okay?" I stroked my belly. I felt a tiny kick. It was like she was responding to me. I smiled.

Next chapter, Owen and Amelia have a big decision to make, and it will take a toll on their relationship.