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48. That was how many stars were on his pin. My pin. Our pin. It was also the number of times that I had sat and counted them in the past half hour. Mellie had placed it by his side ready for him to reclaim when he awoke because it was just a symbol of his presidency but for me, it was symbolic of our love and everything we have.
Mellie had finally conceded and allowed me to sit with him while she went for her ultrasound- an act that she had, as of yet, steadfastly refused to have done. Had Fitz and I been left alone for a half hour in the past there is no doubt that we would have taken full advantage of it. One of the greatest things about us is that it wasn't just the physical side that made us fit together, it's the fact that we rely on each other, we trust each other and we belong to one another. Yet as I sit here now, hand in hand, just the two of us, I can't help but wish that it could stay like this. I wish he would wake up.
In all the years I've known him and been with him I have never once allowed myself to contemplate a future with him because he has always been away, far away. I never even allowed it when he offered to resign; it was simply not an option. Yet somehow my mind is drifting and it's drifting to a place that I find myself craving, no, yearning for…
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The sun is shining down on me and glistening off the ring perched on my left hand. I never thought of myself as the type to be engaged and happy at the same time, I mean sure I'd been engaged to Edison but I was never one hundred per cent content. I always had that feeling in my gut that it wasn't right, that it wasn't a complete fit but now, looking down at this ring, it feels comfortable almost as if it had been there my entire life.
He had said that he would woo me. That we would be able to do all of the things we had never been able to do under the guise of President and Fixer. So that's what he did and that's what he continues to do. As I stand at my window, I see him walking up the path with flowers in hand and that damn smile of his, emblazoned across his face because tonight is date night. He walks up to the door and knocks.
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The knocking continues and I jolt awake from my reverie. I turn around and see an extremely irate looking Mellie outside of the room, knocking fiercely on the window. I quickly disentangle our hands; give him one last lingering look and slide out past Mellie. This is not the place nor the time for her and I to fight over Fitz, instead he needs us both to be strong and fight for him where he cannot.
He needs Mellie to stand her ground as the First Lady. He needs her as the mother of his children. Most of all he needs me. He needs me as his Fixer. He needs me as his confidante. He needs me as his other half.