"Please no waking up crying." Olivia whispered, lowering Natalie into her crib.
She couldn't handle both of them not sleeping through the night. Staying at the White House meant more crying, bottles, sippy cups and teething rings. The President was helping with Abigail. He covered his eyes and Abigail smiled when he said peek a boo.
"Can you say da da?"
"Fitz, why are you saying that to her?"
"Am I wrong Livvie?"
"That's very disrespectful to Jake."
"You've never showed me a picture of this Jake guy. I'm starting to think he exist in your imagination."
"You are still trying to find a resemblance between Abigail and Natalie. Why do you insist on trying to make Abigail yours?"
"They look like twins. That also lets me know I'm right about something else. I don't know how you and Angela came up with a plan, but you're not fooling me. I want you to know that."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You do Livvie."
"Goodnight Fitz."
"Mama is ignoring me." Fitz cooed.
"I'm having a long conversation with your wife tomorrow. Maybe she can help you with your daydreams."
"You're scared because you don't want me to give up the presidency."
"Angela was pregnant and there's nothing else to say about it."
"You don't have to be afraid Livvie. We can have whatever we want."
"I want you to be the man I voted for."
"Nothing has to change between us. I'll resign and get a divorce. We can sign a marriage license and move to Vermont."
"Wow, you do alot of planning in your daydreams. How do you run the country if you can't concentrate on anything else throughout the day?"
"I know I'm right. You can keep living in your imagination. Goodnight Livvie."