Owen and Amelia

Ethan

Amelia's: POV

The hospital was still full of patients. Everyone had been coming in to help.
"Dr. Shepherd, I have a burn patient who has a head injury, it seems like a concussion, but I want to rule out anything severe," Dr. Avery asked me.
"Order a Head CT, and then show me the results," I answered. I started rounds with Wilson.
"Ethan Dawson, twelve years old, came in with substantial compression on the cervical spine, which caused paralysis. This is day one after surgery, can you wiggle your toes for me sweetie?" I said, "nice job, and your fingers?"
"Where is my family?" He asked. Practically on cue, a women walked into the room.
"Hi, I'm Gabbie from social services," she said, "and you're Ethan?"
"Yes, I know how this works. Is my family okay?" He asked.
"I'm sorry Ethan, but you're family didn't make it," she said, and tried to comfort him.
"I want Owen," he said.
"Can you go get Dr. Hunt, and tell him Ethan Dawson wants him," I asked Wilson. She nodded, and then left the room.
The women stepped out of the room to make a phone call, and I was updating his chart, "I don't want to go to foster care," he said.
"Hey, Ethan," he looked at me, "right now it might seem like the universe is against you, but things will get better, and right now you need to focus on recovering," I offered him a smile, "you are a tough boy, and you're gonna do great in this world some day, and I know it."

Owen's: POV

I was standing by the door of Ethan's room. I listened to Amelia talk to him. She will be a great mother.
"Owen!" He said noticing me.
"Hey bud!" I answered. He talked to me about what happened. I couldn't feel worse for him. He lost everything. His mom, his dad, and his grandma. This happens too often in this world. I couldn't bear to see him go off with a family that could be a bad home. He could live his life in the system. That would break him.
Later, I was at the nurses station, and Amelia was there, "hey, can I talk to you?"
"Sure," I pulled her aside into an empty on call room.
"I want to adopt Ethan," I said. She looked at me with a blank face.
"I don't know Owen. We already have a baby on the way, and it's too much," she answered.
"Just think about it," I said, trying.
"Okay, I'll see you at home?" She asked.
"I'm gonna stay here tonight again. I don't want Ethan alone," I answered.
"Okay," she said.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too," she answered and left.
In the morning, I waited for Ethan to wake up. When he finally did, Amelia came in for rounds with Wilson again.
"Hey, Ethan," she said, and went over to him.
"Hi, Dr. Shepherd," he answered her.
"How are you feeling today?" She asked him.
"Better," he answered, "I'm hungry though."
"Okay, we are going to ease you into food. After back surgery, it is important to take it slow on the food," she answered him. She tried to ignore me.
"Are you having a baby?" He asked Amelia. She seemed kind of baffled by the question.
"Yes, I am," she answered, and smiled.
"That's cool. I like babies," he said.

Amelia's: POV

I have to admit, I've fallen for this kid. He's smart, charming, kind, and absolutely adorable. It would break my heart to see him go off with another family. It seems like too much. Having a baby, and a twelve year old in the house. He seems like the perfect kid. I don't know anymore ugh.
"Hey, Doctor Shepherd I'm on your service!" Blake said coming towards me. Great!
"Isn't Wilson on my service?" I asked anxious to have someone else.
"We switched, because-"
"Okay, just follow me," I cut her off. We continued to see patients. I had an aneurysm to cut, and some other things to do.
"Amelia!" Owen caught up with me walking. Penny was a slow walker.
"Not now. I'm busy," I answered.
"When can we?" He tried to talk in code.
"I have an ultrasound at 2:30. Meet me there," I answered, "Blake, could it hurt to walk a little faster?"
Later, at the ultrasound, Owen was there waiting for me. I was late. My surgery ran late.
"Sorry, my surgery ran late," I apologized. No one had come in yet to do it.
"Amelia, I can't let Ethan go," he said with sad eyes.
"Neither can I," I admitted.
"Does that mean?" He got all giddy.
"We're adopting him," I smiled.

Yayyyyyyyyy! They're adopting him! Please leave any suggestions in the comments. I am always open for any input/ideas!