Chapter One
There had to be something about her. The way she talked, the way she walked, the way she could turn everything around. The way she could make everyone fall at her feet without saying a word. Mellie didn't know why she was thinking about this now. At 2 in the morning. She couldn't sleep and it was the one thing on her mind all day.
Why?
Why was Olivia Pope so special?
What made her so god damn amazing!?
What was it, the thing that made Fitz completely disregard her and throw her away for Olivia.
"Ugh! Mellie groaned, wishing to fall asleep but her thoughts ran rampant. She sat up in bed and looked over at Fitz who was peacefully sleeping. She gets up and grabs her robe, wrapping it around herself before walking into the bathroom. She sighs and splashes a little warm water on her face hoping it would calm her thoughts but of course it did nothing.
"Damn it" Mellie curses and looks in the mirror. Her hair wild from tossing and turning. She took a few deep breaths before going back into the bedroom. She pulled back the covers accidentally revealing Fitz's huge erection. She frowned with disgust as she got in the bed and laid down attempting sleep.
"Livvie. "She hears a mumbled moan from Fitz's mouth.
"Olivia" he moans again and she feels an overwhelming sadness come over her and she finally let's the tears fall. Sobs escaping her mouth as she realizes that he never loved her in the first place and that it would always be about Olivia Carolyn Pope.
The next morning Mellie sleeps in.
That's rare.
She sleeps until twelve, which is shocking.
Especially to Fitz when he finds her curled up in bed sleeping as he enters their bedroom. He walks over to her side of the bed and tries to wake her.
"Mellie. It's time to wake up." He says softly, gently tapping her shoulder. She stirs a little in her sleep and turns over. He stares for a minute. She looked so peaceful and calm in her sleep, something he hadn't seen in a very long time.
"Mel, its time to get up." Fitz said louder but still in a kind tone and he watches as her eyes open. Her dark icy blues now a soft sky blue.
"Fitz?" She mumbles as she slowly sits up. She wasn't used to Fitz waking her up. She rarely ever woke up after him throughout their whole marriage.
"Yea, it was twelve and you were still asleep." Fitz said with a small smile and she rubbed her eyes.
"Oh." Was her reply as she got out of bed and put one her robe heading to the bathroom.
She quickly took a shower and got ready for the rest of her day. She wore casual clothing. White slacks, a yellow blouse and a pair of yellow flats. Her hair in a ponytail. Something unusual for her as FLOTUS. As she walked through the hallways off the west wing people noticed she was different. She wasn't her usual self. She didn't smile or make compliments. She wasn't herself.
At dinner that night, they ate quietly on opposite sides of the table. Fitz pondered about talking to her. He, just like everyone else, noticed a difference in Mellie. He had a feeling that it had to do with the night before.
He had woken up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Before he opens the door he hears her crying. Heart wrenching sobs muffled by the door. He felt horrible that he let it get this far. That he let her get to this point. That he let her feel this way. He had let the guilt cloud him the whole day. The fact that he let his wife cry her heart out in the bathroom and he did absolutely nothing.
"Mel, we need to talk." Fitz said and Mellie looked up at him, setting down her fork.
"About?" Mel said, her voice lost all of its spunk, all of its life.
Fitz took a deep breath before starting up his sentence."About last night." He said and he saw Mellie's eyes widen and her hands start to tremble.
"What about last night? We didn't do anything last night." Mellie said calmly but inside she was scared. Scared that he heard her crying. Saw her even. She went had went into the bathroom so he wouldn't hear her. So he wouldn't have to pretend he cared when he actually didn't give a damn.
"Mellie, you don't have to lie to me. I'm here for you." Fitz said and she had to fight back the tears.
"No you're not! You're not here for me. You're there for her, you're her shoulder to cry on. She doesn't hear you moan my name when your sleeping next to her or worry about you getting erections in your sleep dreaming about me!" Mellie said loudly. She couldn't fight the tears that ran down her face.
Fitz was shocked.
Mellie was crying.
Not just Mellie but Melody.
Melody was crying.
The real Melody.
She was always so strong. No one could break her, no one could penetrate her manipulative, cold shell. But she wasn't always like that. She used to be warm and kind, so full of life. And he took that away from her.
"Mellie?" He said standing up, moving to her side of the table but she stopped him.
"Don't try to pretend you care! Don't try to comfort me and tomorrow run to her. Just don't." She yells, venom laced in her voice. She gets up and wipes her tears from her cheeks.
"If you don't care, why pretend you do. Let's stop pretending." She says quietly before leaving the dining room, leaving Fitz in complete shock.