Mr. & Mrs. Hunt

Third Trimester

Timeline: Amelia is 8 months pregnant.

AMELIAS POV
Month 8. Month 8 was horrible. I was always sick and always in pain. I feel so inflated and exhausted. Owen's been pushing me to take time off. I'm about 33 weeks pregnant. I don't want to give in. I love my job. I want to work.
"Good morning!" Jo smiled as she walked over to me and handed me a chart.
"Morning," I said.
"And how are you feeling this morning?" She asked.
"Horrible like usual," I laughed.
"Well if you think about it, your baby girl will be here soon," she said.
"She will," I smiled, "I'm excited."
"Me too! Can I be Auntie Jo? Please?" She begged.
"Yes you can be Auntie Jo," I chuckled.
"Amelia!" I heard. I turned to see Meredith, who I thought was on maternity leave. She had her son a few weeks ago. Derek Bailey Shepherd. We all call him Bailey for short.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. I smiled as she was holding Bailey and Zola was at her side.
"Auntie Amelia!" Zola smiled and hugged my leg.
"Hi honey," I smiled and then I looked at Bailey and Mer, "Hi Bailey."
"Bailey look it's Auntie Amelia," Meredith said and handed me a file of papers, "Derek wanted me to give this to you."
"Thanks," I said, "what is it?"
"I don't know," she said, "I think it's a solo brain tumor surgery though." She smiled and I smiled back.
"Thank you," I said.
"You're welcome," she said. She walked back with Zola and Bailey. I smiled at my nieces and nephews and turned to Jo.
"Cannot believe the Meredith Grey is your sister in law," she chuckled.
"She is," I smiled, "so believe it."
"You are so lucky," she laughed as she walked off with a page.
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I was scrubbing out with Tom. My back and legs were killing me. It was such a long surgery, and maybe Owen was right. Maybe I did need to take time off.
"You okay?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," I said and put my hand on my back, "I'm fine."
"If you need a break it's fine," Tom said, "no surgeries scheduled for right now."
"Okay," I nodded. I walked into the hallway and saw Owen.
"Hey, you okay? You look exhausted," he said as he came over and stroked my cheek with his thumb. He kissed my forehead and then my lips.
"I'm okay," I said.
"Amelia," he said.
"Third Trimester is kicking my ass," I said softly. He kissed my forehead and I smiled.
"Why don't you take off?" He said, "you're 5 weeks from your due date."
"I know," I shrugged, "but I'm not sure."
"It's okay to take a break for a little while," he said, "I promise."

the next day

AMELIAS POV
Maternity leave. Everything I've wanted to avoid. I hated it. I've been doing it for 1 day and I'm bored.
"Owen!" I called. Owen stayed home with me today because he knew I would be bored. I heard him walking up the stairs and he opened the door.
"Yes honey?" He said.
"I'm bored," I complained, "I want to go to work."
"I know you do, but you said it was for the best too," he said and sat down at the edge of the bed, "you were over working yourself honey. I want you to be healthy."
"I'm bored," I complained and looked over at the clock.
"I know," he said and came over and laid down next to me. He kissed my cheek and I smiled.
"Well we have the whole day together," I smiled as he rubbed my stomach.
"We do," he said.
"I can't wait until our little miracle is here," I smiled.
"Me too," he said.
"I'm also very over being pregnant," I sighed.
"I can tell," he laughed.
OWENS POV
Amelia hated maternity leave and she's been doing it for a day. It's going to be a long next couple of weeks, and I still have to go to work a few days a week to keep up. I know she feels like she's falling behind and she hates it, but she's creating our little miracle.
"Owen," Amelia complained, "can I please go to work?"
"No," I chuckled and brought her dinner at the table.
"Fine," she complained as we started eating dinner.
"Caroline will be here soon," I said.
"She will," she said.
"So what are you going to do here tomorrow while I'm at work?" I asked.
"Watch TV, eat, and bother you at work," she laughed.
"Amelia you can't bother me all day," I said.
"I can't even sit in the gallery and watch Derek cut into skulls!" She complained, "you can answer my texts."
"I will answer your texts," I laughed and pecked her lips.
"Tell me about your surgeries tomorrow," She said.
"I'm on ER tomorrow with Megan so hopefully something good comes in," I said.
"Hopefully," Amelia said, "maybe I should just go in tomorrow."
"Amelia just take maternity leave you can't go back and forth," I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, "just take the time to relax and be healthy."
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too," I said and kissed her cheek, "and I love you too little one."