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We're Okay

 Standing with my back leaning on the counter, I stared up at Eleanor's husband.

"Ethan?" I gasped.

"Hello, Elena..." He said with his raspy English voice.

His hair was darker, swoop to the side all in one motion as he just finger-combed it before coming inside.

Breaking our gaze, he glances down at my stomach, before looking back up at me.

"You're pregnant." He whispered.

"...I, um...I am."

 Seeing the flicker in his eyes, he runs his hand over his mouth before asking the nurse from behind the counter about his wife.

"Room 242."

"Thank you." He whispered.

Stepping back, he turns over to look at me, before walking away.

"I'll see you later...Dr. Shepherd."

Looking back as he walks through those double doors, I hear a country accent echoing down the hall.

"Where is this World Class surgeon, I haven't seen in over 2 years."

Still focused on the double doors, the sound of heels continue down the hall until they stood right in front of me.

"Elena, are you going to ignore me? Or just stand there like a fat kid looking at cake?" She said with her country accent.

"Charlotte? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I was called, by Catherine Avery."

"Catherine Avery. She called you-"

"Are you going to hug me or not? Because I can't stand walking down the halls of this hospital anymore."

Wrapping my arms around her, I sink my head on her shoulder.

"So, who's the daddy?" She asked referring to my growing belly.

"Her son..."

"What? You and an Avery? I thought he was married."

"He was, 10 months ago."

"Oh...oh, you have to tell me everything." She chuckled through her country accent.

"C'mon. I'll give you a tour while I tell you about it."

Owen's POV

Standing inside of Eleanor's room, I hear the door behind open and Ethan comes through the door.

"Ethan, I didn't know you were coming back to work?" I asked him.

"This is not work related...this is personal."

"Dr.Hunt, this is my husband. Ethan King." Eleanor added.

"We've met, sweetheart."

"Dr. King and I...go way back," I whispered.

Grabbing the clipboard that rested on the table, I excuse myself and walk out to the hallway.

"Dr. Hunt, You've been paged to Trauma 3." A nurse said.

"Okay, thank you."

"Owen, can we talk?" Ethan asked as he shut the door.

"Ethan, I really-"

"Please, Owen. I know you have a patient to see, but people die every day you can save more tomorrow."

Taking a step back, I furrow my eyes.