Warning: graphic content

I also got this idea off of another one shot, I forget the writer's name. The one shot was so deep and I really wanted to write this.

I felt Amelia's breath brushed my bare chest and I intwined my fingers in her hair. It had been two months since we had officially met. 5 weeks of dating. I think I like her.

I think I liked her a lot.

It had been 38 weeks since (Y/N) left, too long to bear, I didn't know how I did it. Her was smile still stuck in my mind and every swish of her hair colour reminded me of her so painfully. Every high ponytail, every purple scrub cap.

Amelia, maybe she was change. Maybe she was the one I would marry. She would give me kids.

A buzz came from my phone and I absentmindedly picked it up, pressing the green button. There was no caller ID, just a number I thought was familiar.

Amelia stirred in my arms, her brown hair pressing harder on my chest and I slowly lifted her head up so I could take the call.

Throwing on a shirt, I lifted the phone up to my ear and yawned. "Hello? Owen Hunt."

"Owen?"

My gut twisted. My traitorous heart skipped a beat. The blood in my veins stopped flowing for a second.

That voice. Oh god I could recognize that voice from anywhere, even over the phone. That voice, I would run to it without a second thought even if it came off a cliff. That voice, which called my name in worry, whispered my name in sadness, and cried my name in ecstasy, it was so familiar, like a hearth in a cold day.

Her voice, her voice was like a home. I was reminded of the most beautiful times of my life hearing that voice.

"Owen are you still there?"

"Y-Yea, oh my god, (Y/N), is that you?" My voice trembled.

"It's me."

"Why haven't you called? How could you just run away like that? I was so damn scared I thought you died!" The tsunami of emotions were killing me, millions of questions flowing out of my mouth like a tap that couldn't be turned off.

"It's complicated." She said.

The possible ways she could have annoyed me, this was by far the worst. Leaving me hanging with no explanation, no thoughts whatsoever but the fact that she decided to make my curiosity worse.

"I deserve to know anyways. 9 and a half months. What the hell have you been doing? Are you even in Seattle?"

She paused for a moment.

I sighed over the phone and suddenly, Amelia moved. She moaned and said my name a couple times in question and I lifted the phone from my ear, telling her to go back to bed.

"There's another woman in your bed isn't there?" She asked.

Anger flooded over me, she sounded jealous, yet she was the one who abandoned me all those months ago.

"What did you think I'd chase after your tail and cry myself to sleep every night?" I snapped.

"No, I hoped you decided that you could trust that my reason was good enough to abandon you and you'd move on as soon as possible. I'm glad Owen."

I wasn't expecting that, I was expecting guilt. But then again, she was the most selfless person I knew, and the only selfish things she did were because she thought she was doing the right thing.

"Can we meet up?" She asked.

"What time?" I asked, knowing that I definitely wanted to.

"How about three, does that work for you?"

"Of course."

———

Her eyes were underlined with dark circles, her hair pulled into a messy bun and makeup carelessly threw on. However despite the change of appearance, she was still beautiful.

She looked like she gained a bit of weight, quite surprisingly considering that amount of stress she looked under. Owen didn't get how she could gain weight in such a state, but that didn't change the fact that he found her to be just as striking as she was 9 months ago.

"Hi Owen."

"Hey."

"How are you?" She asked.

"Wondering."

(Y/N) sighed and sipped her black coffee. She looked like she needed it. "I know you Owen. I know that right now, you either want to do two things, go on about a speech or a rant on how you suffered when I left or demain an explanation then get on with your rant. So I'm gonna give you two choices. I'll either listen to your rant carefully, cry, then sob, then take ten minutes to tell you the reason or I cry right now and tell you the reason as bluntly as I can and then you can choose whether or not you wanna rant with me."

She did know me. She knew that I was about to scream at her in this cafe, then demand an explanation. But I knew I waited long enough, so I sighed. "Just tell me."

"I had a baby one month ago. Your baby"

My blood ran cold. A child. She had a freaking child with me. My child. And she didn't tell me. What the actual fuck is going on in this world. Shootings, floods, fires, abortions, people getting ran over by buses, hit by semi trucks, small planes crashing, a girl I was in love others getting pregnant and leaving me.

"And since you aren't ranting you'll be glad to know she looks exactly like you. But I guess you'll be screaming at me on why I didn't tell you."

I still was in shock.

"Her name is Gillian. She likes mashed potatoes instead of applesauce. And she loves the colour yellow. A-And I think I can do this alone so my lawyer wanted me to tell you that you don't need to send me in any money because I'm on maternity leave, and I'm the head of my trauma department at Seattle Pres. I'll have enough money to raise her alone."

"(Y/N) you don't have to-"

"No we weren't careful and now I pay for it. But she's amazing so I don't need you ok? I don't need you. I know you're with Amy now and I think you two make a great couple so please, just walk away, and never think about me again."

"But I can't do that! I wanted kids for so long, you're not doing me any favours here, I want to raise a child with you. God (Y/N), I haven't spent a day not worrying about you. If you had waited another few months I would have called the police or hired a private investigator!"

"And now you won't since my baby is completely fine."

"Our."

"No mine." She said firmly. "This is my baby."

She stabbed me in the chest and I watched her face form into regret.

"I want it to be mine." I begged.

She looked at me with those sparkling eyes and bit her lip. God that drove me insane every time.

"Please. Please let me see her."

———

"This is Gillian, Gill, this is Owen. Can you say hi to Owen?"

(Y/N) picked up her little hand and wove it around. Then she raised her voice. "Hi Owen"

"Hi Gillian." I breathed. Gillian was beautiful, a few tufts of red hair were sticking out from underneath her toque and her blue eyes stared blankly into mine. She looked exactly like me.

But she had the charm of her mother, that was for sure.

"We're going to stay at Owen's for a couple hours. Ok?"

My eyes couldn't move away from my beautiful daughter, who's face erupted into a smile, her arms spreading open in happiness.

"Can-Can I hold her."

She nodded and handed Gillian to me. She was lighter than a feather, but I was so scared she would be too heavy for me to hold, or I would drop her. But as she didn't drop, or die, or anything.

"She's perfect."

Gillian yawned, her mouth widening so much I was afraid it would explode. Then she started leaning back and (Y/N) quickly grabbed her back. "She wants to sleep. Do you have somewhere she can sleep?"

"Not really, the couch?" I said. Honestly I wanted her to fall asleep in my arms but the chances that her mother would let me was probably really low.

"Ok."

She grabbed a small blanket and bundled the little baby in it then tucked her into the couch softly. "Sweet dreams little one."

I sat down beside Gillian and smiled watching her sleep. Then (Y/N) sat beside me. She carefully patted her back and Gillian's eyes closed.

My heart fluttered as I examined (Y/N). Although she looked tired, she seemed so happy. Without me. I wondered if she Gillian was something she could have joy on because I ruined her life.

"Do you want me to help you raise her because you don't love me or because you don't want to burden me?"

"I don't want to burden you."

"Do you still love me?"

I expected her to lower her head and shake her head, but she laughed. "Of course I do Owen. That's kind of obvious."

A hard pit in my stomach opened and her smile faded when she met my eyes. My pulse quickened and I lifted my hand to her jaw, resting it there.

(Y/N) seemed to stop breathing and I crushed my lips into hers, standing up and pushing into my bedroom, closing the door and pinning her there. She reacted, lifting her hand to my neck and pressing the pads of her fingers there. I brought my hand to her waist, the brought the other one to the nape of her neck, locking my fingers into her hair.

Her breath quickened, and my mouth pulled her bottom lip aggressively, widening the angle and tilting my head to the other side.

My stomach churned uncomfortably and I tugged at her shirt, then lifted it over her head.

"O-Owen we can't do this. You have a girlfriend. I-"

I pressed my lips to hers again. "Shut up."

She hesitated and sighed, then she grabbed my shirt and quickly unbuttoned it, then kissed me again. "Mmm, Owen this is so wrong."

"Kiss me harder."

She nodded and threw her arms around my neck and I pushed her to the bed, unbuttoning her jeans and throwing them off mercilessly. Then I took of her bra and crawled over her, kissing her again, then trailed down between her breasts then to her belly.

She moaned and I smiled, locking into her eyes, then traced my finger along her underwear seductively. Then after she relaxed, I lifted it to the side and plunged two fingers into her, a harsh gasp escaping from her lips.

She bit her lip and I continued with soft strokes and dove another finger in, her back curling. I hovered on top of her, one hand holding her jaw, the other hand still inside of her. I felt her body tense up and with another hard stroke, she peaked and melted into me.

I threw off my belt and pants the quickly climbed on to of her, pushing myself in her and a gasp escaped from her lips. Starting from light, easy, strokes suddenly became hard, passionate thrusts. Moans escaped every time I thrust into her and soon, I was hitting her walls every time.

Amelia was nothing compared to her. I stared into her eyes which smiled back at me and I felt myself slack. God I was so close.

She murmured a few "yeses," and I shook, releasing all of myself into her, and she came with ecstasy.

"God (Y/N)." I whispered. I fell on top of her limp body and she cradled herself into my chest.

My hands held her tightly, hoping that no one would take this moment from us.

———

I woke up next to her, and it was 9:30pm already. A cry came from the living room and (Y/N) sighed. She grabbed one of my graphic t-shirts and threw it on, then her underwear and went to the living room. When she came back, the crying had stopped and she crawled back into bed.

"You really don't have to do this alone you know." I spoke faintly.

She didn't reply. She just brought her hand up to my jaw and leaned in, meeting my lips. I quickly responded, crushing her mouth and sucking her lower lip, then tilting my head to the side for a deeper angle.

"Wanna go again?" I asked between breaths.

"No let's just do this." She said, then climbed on top of me to kiss me.

She was an amazing kisser, she was so genuine, and every time her lips met mine my heart fluttered. She made me love her so hard, and it hurt to think that she would leave again. I pushed away my thoughts about Amelia and focused on her.

Suddenly the door opened and a low-pitched voice ran out. "Owen sweetheart, who's baby is on our couch-"

(Y/N) quickly got off of me and found her jeans, then buckled her pants and ran out the door without even touching Amy. "Owen are you cheating on me? Oh my god! How could you."

Amelia didn't mean anything to me now when all I could think about was the girl who left. I quickly threw on some clothes and looked her in the eyes. "Amelia I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you and I-"

A crying baby's voice ran out throughout the whole apartment. My baby, my child, my Gillian. The door clicked and I realized that she was gone again.  However, looking at the auburn-haired girl with the big blue eyes made me realize that I couldn't bear spending the rest of my life longing for her.

So I ran out, her trench coat was gone, her baby was gone, and her footsteps clanked drown the stairs of the apartment. I scurried down, chasing after her as fast as I could, with Amelia shouting at me as I ran down. The last thing I caught was her hair swishing out the door until I pushed every single person out of my way.

"(Y/N)! Please! Stay with me!"

She shook her head through the pouring rain and she cradled her baby tightly to prevent her from getting soaked. "Owen you have a girlfriend, just go. Let me go."

Her hair was completely wet now, previous curls were now stuck straight. Mascara ran down her cheeks but even with the rain, I knew it was because she was crying. "I can't."

"OWEN YOU SON OF A BTICH!" Cried Amelia.

"Go make it up to Amelia." She said and took off.

It broke my heart to see her leave and my hair pressed to my face, my clothing pressed to my skin, but none of it was compared to the hurt seeing her leave.

"MARRY ME!" I cried.

That's when she froze, she stopped and looked at me. Her mouth hung open in sock and her baby cried harder.

"What?" Amelia screamed in terror.

"What?" Cried (Y/N).

"Marry me (Y/N), I love you, I need you, I want to be with you and our daughter. Marry me. Please I'm begging you, marry me."

For a second, the world was ours, and the seconds that passed seemed like hours. Then she smiled, and I ditched Amelia, then ran to her and kissed her, our baby in between us. Gillian stopped crying, and when I pulled back, she smiled.

"Ok."

I couldn't stop myself from coming to her.