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@onismstrikes
Liz: Plus if you are within a 30 foot radius of my home, all I'm gonna wanna do is kiss you. And I would not wish any of this upon you or Farouk. Liz: Nope. I feel as though I am already so close to death. Just make sure they say good things about me. And don't let Kathleen, Nancy or my mother get my kids.
Megan: I suppose that makes sense. Megan: Darling, please tell me you have the custody matter in your will? Megan: But again, you're not going to die. Enough of that.
Amelia: I'm so happy to be yours. Amelia: Exactly. Who knew that the child of surgeons would end up so well adjusted? Amelia: Yeah? I think that would be amazing. I don't want him to think we've forgotten him, so that would mean a lot to us both. Amelia: You know I will. Amelia: Okay, good. You know I worry about you. This does remind me that I need to eat something though.
Andy: You're a wonderful mother, Amelia. You love him. It's easy to understand why he's managing so well. Andy: Perfect. I'm so glad to hear that. Scout and I will have a wonderful time tomorrow. Andy: And then I'll come home to you. Andy: I know you do. And I understand the worry. Which is why I endeavor to message you like this whenever I can to remind you that I'm alright.
Amelia: Maybe it should be, but I'm glad it isn't. Amelia: I'm proud of him too. I think being at the hospital daycare around other kids has really helped him. Amelia: We're out of decaf tea! Amelia: Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm glad you at least get a break now. Make sure you're staying hydrated.
Andy: I am so happy to be yours, Amelia Shepherd. Andy: I think so too. Especially with the different age ranges. Helped him understand a little bit about what having someone so little around would be like. Andy: I was thinking of taking him on a little breakfast date tomorrow when I get off work. Everyone's so focused on Stella, I want to make sure he's getting some one on one time too. Are you okay with that? Andy: Decaf tea. You got it. If you think of anything else in the next 12 hours hit me up, babe. Andy: I am absolutely keeping the hydration going. It's much easier than keeping fed.
Liz: Oh I know you do! A patient asked me if I was feeling okay after that text you sent me the other day. Liz: Mom's room is currently the sick zone so I will no doubt get it in the next 24 hours. Liz: No, instacart has that covered. But you can light a candle for me when I inevitably perish from whatever germs my petri dish children brought home to me.
Megan: Right, of course, I should have figured you would have that handled. Megan: Oh gosh, the drama. You're going to be just fine.
Exhaustion and euphoria were battling to see which was going to be stronger. This small baby was perfect, she was everything Amelia could have asked for. She kissed Andrew back softly, a gentle laugh escaping her. It was happiness just bubbling to the surface.
For a brief moment as the nurse got them the needed tool, it was as if the nobody else existed but her and her daughter. Her daughter. That in itself felt foreign. Both her kids before this were boys, this was the first girl for her, and it felt different already. "Your brother Christopher is watching over you. And your brother Scout is going to love you so much," she whispered to her.
"I love you guys," she said to her partners, watching as they snipped the cord. She let Carina and the nurses take the baby to get her cleaned up, weighed, and do everything they needed to do. "She's perfect," she said.
When Andy kissed her forehead, more tears fell. "You're a mama," she told her, pulling her in for an actual kiss. She looked between the two of them. "You're a dad," she told Andrew. "How does it feel?" she asked them, with Carina bringing the baby back to them. "Let one of them hold her."
There was something so poetic about Andrew being handed his daughter by his sister, by the person he loved so deeply despite how they could fight. He mouthed a 'thank you' to her before taking her in his arms. He looked down at the beautiful girl that he and Amelia had created and swayed her gently back and forth , shaking his head in disbelief. He looked up at Amelia, tears still in his eyes but a smile cemented on his face.
"She's so beautiful. Must be the Shepherd genes. She looks just like you."
He moved past Carina, taking small, careful steps until he made it to Andy, catching her eyes as he nodded, placing her into his other lover's arms, taking Amelia's hand and resting the other on the small of Andy's back. He watched his daughter with rapt attention, squeezing Amelia's hand gently.
"Do you want me to text someone to go grab Scout from daycare? Or wait for a little bit and rest?"
She felt her eyes water again when Amelia described her as a ‘mama’ and she let out a shaky breath, before letting Amelia’s lips claim her own. “It is…the best title I’ve ever had.” And it was true. Being a captain, being a lieutenant…as much as she loved her job, it didn’t hold a candle to being a mom.
There was a moment where the energy in the room felt so charged. Like something immense was happening as Carina handed that darling girl over to Andrew. A beautiful encapsulation of their relationship.
Andy watched with rapt attention as Andrew walked over to her, feeling her heart thunder in her chest. He looked so incredible with a baby in his arms. Their baby. A baby that the two loves of her life had created together. It was something…spectacular, unexplainable, world-changing. “You look so good with her.”
She carefully took the baby into her arms, looking down at her with a smile. She was the second baby that she had held so close to their birth; remembering for a moment the experience of helping to bring Pru into the world, before her focus sharpened in on the perfection of this moment.
“Hello, beautiful girl. Welcome to the world. We are so happy to have you here with us.” She rocked her gently, a hum falling from her lips as she tried to ease the cranky baby who had been so warm and was now experiencing so many new blurry sights and loud sounds.
Amelia: Hi my love ♥ Amelia: Scout is good, he's enamored by his sister. He keeps saying she's his baby. He insisted on napping on the ground next to the crib. Amelia: I'm just tired. Amelia: How's work?
Andy: You know, it really should be impossible for you to make me smile that widely with a text. Mi amor. Andy: He's the sweetest big brother. I knew he would be. I'm so proud of him. Andy: Do you need anything to be brought home when I'm done? Andy: It's been anything but the q word today. So just trying to take a breath now that I have a moment of free time. Eating my lunch...hours after lunch time. You know the deal.
Liz: You know, if you keep making me blush like this, my son is gonna think i'm going insane. Liz: Well, I think we've got a stomach bug currently working it's way through the house. Mari and Cori have been sick all weekend.
Megan: I like making you blush! Megan: Oh, I'm so sorry. Megan: Do you need me to bring anything by? I can just drop it outside. And then get out of there.
Text || Andy + Amelia
Andy: Hi, beautiful. Andy: How are my girls and our boy, Scout, doing?
#same
Liz: Good morning, beautiful. You sleep good?
Megan: Not quite as well as I do when a certain someone is beside me. But fine enough! Megan: How did you sleep?
Text || Megan & Liz
Megan: Hey, gorgeous. Good morning.
When her water broke in the middle of the hallway around 5pm on Christmas Eve, Amelia tried to keep her cool. She stayed calm and collected as she walked through the hospital, Bailey following close behind her to make sure she actually went to where she was supposed to be instead of continuing to check in on patients. Once Amelia was under the watchful eye of Carina, she was changed into a gown and put in a room. Andrew and Andy were called, and both of them showed up within the hour, much to her relief. She didn't have to do it alone. With Christopher, she was alone until Addison barged her way in to comfort her, and with Scout, Link was off taking care of patients and Bailey had to help her through it all. Actually having her partners there for this was what she needed. Labour started off gentle, and it was easy to just breathe through each contraction. But the more time that passed, the stronger the contractions grew. Hours passed, the ticking of the clock becoming deafening to her ever time the pain took over her body. She watched it roll into Christmas Day, and watched the clock keep moving hour after hour until around 4am when Carina told her she was dilated to 10cm and it was showtime. Unmedicated birth didn't get easier the more times she did it. It hurt, it was like a fiery, searing pain that just got worse the closer she got to crowning. With one of her partners on each side of her, a hand each in hers and a hand holding her thighs, she pushed. Each push she knew she was getting closer to meeting their baby, but she was exhausted. "I can't," she breathed out, hair and forehead damp with sweat. The ring of fire was imminent, and she was already squeezing their hands so hard. Soft words of encouragement from her OB was sweet, but didn't help. She had no real choice though but to keep going, bearing down with all she had. Her head was out, and it was soon followed by a loud cry from Amelia herself as she birthed the shoulders. The rest of her body followed, and she breathed heavily as the screaming, wriggly baby girl was placed on her chest. Amelia looked up at Andy, and then flicked her gaze to Andrew. "You guys have to cut the cord." @northernattude @onismstrikes
"Dr Deluca, you need to switch out."
Richard Webber stood at the door, watching Andrew as he was in the middle of an appy, just about to close. He looked over his shoulder at Richard, his eyebrows scrunching up as he tried to process what was going on. He removed his hands from the patient as Richard was being gloved and gowned.
"I'm just about to close, Dr. Webber. Is there an emergency?"
"Amelia is in labor."
Andrew's eyes widened and he was frozen for 5 seconds, long enough for the words to compute before he was pulling everything off and throwing it into a biohazard bin. He didn't even bother with the elevator, instead taking the stairs two at a time to Labor and Delivery, letting one of the nurses guide him into the room. He walked up to Amelia, pressing his lips to her temple as he looked at Carina.
This was it. He was gonna become a father. And even more special, his sister was going to watch it happen, going to help bring his daughter into this world. And when Andy walked in, his smile widened even more. He pressed a kiss to her lips before going around the bed and taking Amelia's hand, holding it in his own and rubbing gently at her wrists.
For hours, he made sure Amelia was as comfortable as possible. Anything she or Andy needed, he was ready to get them whatever was needed. And when it came time to push, and Amelia was crying out and saying she couldn't do it, he moved closer to her head, still holding her head but speaking low to her.
"Amelia, you are such a badass. You can absolutely do this. Soon, we're gonna meet our baby girl. You can do this, amore mia. You are so so strong."
And when she was out and laying on Amelia's chest, that was when Andrew noticed the tears in his eyes, what was blurring his vision. He gently let her leg go at Carina's assurance, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
He pressed his lips to Amelia's more tears falling as he pulled away, caressing her face with his hand.
"Grazie, principessa. You did so well."
He looked up at Andy, gesturing to Andy to grab them.
"Ready?"
Andy had been mid shift when she’d gotten the call that Amelia had gone into labor. She’d immediately handed over the reigns of operations to her currently Lieutenant and had quickly changed out of her uniform before rushing out of the Station.
The drive to the hospital simultaneously felt like the longest and shortest drive of her life. She’d taken this exact route so many times before, but never for the birth of her child. And that caused her heart rate to spike in unprecedented ways.
The length of time it took for her to park her car and rush into the hospital felt like an eternity and she only felt like she could begin to breath when she pushed through the doors and into the room she’d been directed to on Labor and Delivery.
Her eyes scanned over the sight in front of her and her feet were moving before she even recognized that it was happening. She accepted the kiss from Andrew before finding her way next to the bed, taking Amelia’s hand in her own. “Hey, beautiful.” She said gently, pressing a kiss to Amelia’s lips before then kissing her knuckles.
During the hours of labouring, Amelia proved once again that she was one of the strongest people that Andy had ever met. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you, mi corazón.”
Andrew was doing an incredible job at using words to encourage their love and so Andy did her best to encourage her in physical manners: kissing her knuckles, kissing her temple, wetting a cloth and wiping the sweat away from her body.
That first cry from their daughter caused a relieved breath to leave her body and she felt her heart crack open to allow space for this new little human to occupy. She didn’t notice the tears falling down her cheeks, but she did notice when Amelia looked at her. “I love you so much.”
She took the tool from the nurse and looked at Andrew, smiling as his hand covered her own and together they cut the cord that was connecting their daughter with Amelia. It was such an intimate moment that Andy felt completely overwhelmed and let out a soft sob before heading back to the head of the bed to kiss Amelia’s forehead.
She could hear in his voice just how much it had meant to him, but she understood. The people she missed were in LA, even Violet who she had grown closer to with the distance.
"The traffic will make me wanna pull my hair out. But it'll be nice seeing everyone. Maybe Mason will take the trip with us, have a real family vacation for once." The thought of seeing all four of her kids running across the beach together, it was what she had dreamed of when she was laying upside down pregnant with the girls.
The feeling of Cooper's hand grounded her, reminded her that in the hardest times, he was there for her. Sometimes, when the thoughts got too much and kept her up at all hours, she would lay there and look at him. They had been through so much together, and to know she always had a partner to turn to, it made all the difference.
"Maybe if you're good, instead of falling asleep, you'll get lucky." Charlotte let a smirk take over her lips, bringing her husbands hang to her face as she sat up, turning to press a kiss to his lips, one hand caressing his face. "Now go make the popcorn, I'll go ahead and pull the movie up."
Cooper’s breath hitched, just slightly, at the shift in her tone—that teasing, sultry edge wrapped in that familiar southern drawl. He met her smirk with one of his own, that boyish grin she’d somehow never grown tired of, even after all these years.
“Well,” he said, voice low as her kiss lingered, “suddenly I’m a lot more invested in staying awake.”
His hand trailed gently along her jaw as she pulled back, his eyes warm and full of something quieter—something more grateful than even words could manage. “I’ll make the popcorn. Real butter. Extra salt. Just the way you like it.”
He gave her one last kiss, softer this time, then stood with a stretch and a mock groan. “If you hear the smoke alarm, it’s because I’m making it with passion.”
With a wink thrown over his shoulder, he padded off toward the kitchen, already humming a little to himself—because somehow, after everything, he still got to come home to this.
The tight grip, the shiver that Liz felt run through Megan's body and clench of her jaw, it sealed the tightness in her chest. The effect she could tell her words had on the woman they were directed at, it confirmed for her that Megan was in this as much as she was, that she was just as far gone.
She leaned into the kiss, her hand brushing down Megan's side before gently gripping the other woman's thigh, rubbing gently in circles just as Megan had done to her as her eyes closed and she let the moment take over. It was a slow burning flame that turned into a wildfire.
She didn't pull away. She didn't want to. If she could stay here in Megan Hunt's arms forever, she would. So she was happy when Megan didn't fully pull away, still close enough that they were touching and that she could feel her breath. And the low tone of her lover's voice went right though her. The topic at hand alone was enough to make her cheeks heat up, but hearing Megan agree with it? That made a pink tint start to deepen on Liz's cheeks.
And the affirmation. God, it made her feel seen. It was another reinforcement that she wasn't going to walk away. That she was in this. Her going to Amelia had proven that but with every breath and look in her direction, it was reinforced. And she felt it in her bones, that reassurance that this was right and real.
"So does that mean I get to keep kissing you in the scrub room?" The smile on her face was so bright, the kind of smile that brought out the tiny crinkles beside her eyes, that made her entire body feel like jello. "And keep serenading you in the OR?"
Megan’s laugh was soft and warm and completely wrecked — the kind that spilled out without filter, like Liz had just pulled it from the deepest part of her. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, because damn, this woman had her — body, heart, soul, and whatever was left in between.
When Liz’s hand slid to her thigh and mirrored the gentle circles Megan had been tracing earlier, it made her exhale shakily, pressing even closer like it was the only way to keep from completely unraveling.
She opened her eyes again, caught in the brightness of Liz’s smile, the crinkles by her eyes, that look of genuine happiness Megan would fight to protect with everything she had.
“You get to kiss me in the scrub room,” Megan murmured, her fingers dragging slowly up Liz’s spine like she was trying to memorize her all over again. “You get to distract me in the OR with that ridiculous singing voice—” she teased, eyes sparkling as her forehead brushed Liz’s again “—and you get to come home with me after shifts and make me forget every ounce of stress I’ve ever carried.”
She tilted her head slightly, stealing another kiss — short, but charged, filled with promise.
“And just so we’re clear,” Megan added, her voice dropping an octave as she grinned against Liz’s lips, “I plan on being the most inappropriate co-worker now. You’ve unleashed a monster.”
Her arms wrapped around Liz’s waist as she laughed quietly again, resting her forehead to Liz’s shoulder for a beat, feeling that rush of comfort and wild affection all at once.
“I don’t know how I got this lucky,” she said, muffled slightly against Liz’s skin. “But I’m never letting it go.”
Vic had been in the process of grabbing the tub of cream cheese from the fridge when she felt another presence in the room. It didn't stop her from continuing to sing and dance around, not until she turned around and was stopped a little short by the gorgeous woman in front of her. Who was this, why was she here and how smooth was she gonna have to act to get this woman's number?
She vaguely remembered her, but not enough to remember her name. "Singing is optional. Dancing is required depending on vibes." Vic put the cream cheese on the counter, smiling at the other woman. "No ritual ruined. And they taste heavenly too. The rainbow ones are plain but pretty and the cinnamon raisin ones are best with brown sugar cream cheese."
"If you need any help learning where things are, just let me know. We try to help each other around as best we can."
Finnley’s laugh was soft but genuine, her smile tugging a little wider as she leaned against the counter, setting her mug down carefully. “Noted. I’ll make sure to assess the vibe before committing to any full choreography.”
She glanced at the array of bagels like they were rare gems. “You had me at brown sugar cream cheese—I didn’t even know that was a thing, and now it feels like a core memory waiting to happen.”
Her eyes lingered on Vic a beat longer than casual. She wasn’t trying to be obvious, but wow. It was a lot to take in at 7 a.m., especially when she’d barely slept and was still adjusting to the rhythm of the station. “I’m Finnley, by the way. New-ish,” she added with a slight shrug. “Social worker. Mostly I’m just trying not to get in anyone’s way while I figure out how this whole place runs. I'm starting here on crisis one.”
She picked up a cinnamon raisin bagel and glanced toward the toaster before looking back at Vic with a teasing glint. “So, how do I bribe my way into being shown around? Another bakery run? Coffee? Strictly Mariah playlists?”
The tightening of her hand made her feel steady. She remembered the call, Ben holding her while she sobbed for her brother, for the man that she had loved. She would be the first to call him out, but she had loved him so dearly. When she had been in the hospital from the transplant, she had made a joke that she was a part of him now, and then he had died.
She felt the thumb begin to draw circles in her thigh and she started to relax a little more, leaning in slightly as Megan pressed a kiss to her forehead. It was a soft, kind gesture that Liz felt like she hadn't experienced, not to recent memory at least.
And then she said it. And it was so her. She was so enraptured by how uniquely herself this woman was. And god, if it didn't make Liz fall for her even harder. The way she spoke, the air around her, it was something completely unique and Liz loved it. "Like I would ever deny you a kiss." Her voice was soft, looking into the other woman's eyes as their faces were inches from each other. If she leaned in even just slightly, she could steal another kiss easily.
Her breath caught in her chest slightly, the thought of Megan all dressed up sending a soft blush to her cheeks as the thought of taking off the fancy dresses at the end of the night entered her mind. "I don't think either of us are good enough actresses to pretend we aren't completely infatuated with each other."
The gentle squeeze made her smile even wider as she nodded. "Just one little addendum." She leaned in, pressing her lips just to the side of Megan's, leaning in so that her lips were next to the redhead's ear. "At the end of this night, if you're agreeable, I get to bring you home, and show you just how much I care for you."
Megan shivered.
The moment Liz leaned in, lips brushing just to the side of hers and breath warm against her ear, it was like the world narrowed to a pinpoint — just the two of them, just this couch, just that voice and the way Megan could feel it all through her.
Her grip on Liz’s thigh tightened ever so slightly, her jaw clenching as she tried to hold onto her composure. But then came those words, and all her composure cracked right down the middle.
Megan turned her head just slightly, catching Liz’s mouth with her own again in a kiss that was slower now, deeper. One hand slipped around Liz’s waist while the other slid up her arm, her fingers curling at the back of Liz’s neck to hold her there, to press closer, to pour everything she was feeling — need, joy, affection, devotion — into that kiss.
When she finally pulled back, it was only just enough to speak, her forehead resting lightly against Liz’s, their noses brushing, breath shared between parted lips.
Her voice was husky, low, almost reverent. “I am very agreeable.” She kissed her again — once, twice — softer now, but no less intense. “And Liz?” Megan murmured, her hand now cupping her jaw with gentle steadiness. “Whatever happens at the end of that night, or any night after… I’m yours. That’s not going to change.” She smiled — slow, deliberate, all heat and affection and absolute certainty.
Two days prior, the ultrasound had gone well. There were no words to describe the feeling Amelia had in her stomach before hearing that their baby was healthy and measuring exactly how it should be. She hadn't ruined their baby's life, she hadn't caused anything bad to happen, and that was music to her ears. When she left work that afternoon, she picked up Scout from the daycare before stopping off at the local bakery, where she'd had them prepare four gender reveal cupcakes. Of course, she knew gender was a social construct, but that wasn't the point. She was excited to find out the sex of the baby, and this seemed like a cute way for them to do it. She had to get four though, because there was no way they could have cupcakes in the house without Scout having one too. With her son on her hip, she entered through her front door with the cupcake box in hand. Andy and Andrew were already there, and she was always happy to come home to them. "Ready to find out whether this guy is getting a brother or a sister?" she asked, setting him down. Scout ran over and wiggled himself between her partners on the couch. "Just let me get changed first," she said, glancing down at the scrubs she still wore before setting the box on the counter.
@northernattude @onismstrikes
Andy looked up from where she sat curled into Andrew’s side, a fond smile spreading across her face the second Amelia stepped through the door. “Hey, babe,” she said warmly, already reaching a hand out toward Scout as he toddled over and wedged himself happily between them.
At Amelia’s question, she grinned and gave Scout’s belly a little tickle, making him giggle. “I don’t know who’s more excited—me or this little guy,” she said, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Definitely me, actually. He’s just here for the cupcake.”
She glanced toward the box Amelia had set on the counter, her curiosity already visibly getting the better of her. Then, back to Amelia, her voice softened just a little. “I’m glad today went well. I know you were nervous.”
