Pain. Olivia felt like she was being ripped open, she couldn't help but scream. It was, by far, the worst pain she had ever experienced in her life. Abby kept whispering encouraging things to her, "You're almost there, just a couple more pushes."
Dr. Montgomery frowned underneath her mask. "Olivia, I know that it hurts but I need you to stop pushing. His shoulders are stuck and I'm going to get him out as quickly and as safely as possible."
"Abby if I don't push it hurts too much." Olivia leaned back, clearly exhausted. "Liv the doctor will be done soon and you'll get to see him." Olivia lowered her voice so low, she doubted she could be heard by anyone around the monitors. "I want Fitz, he should be here, I- I'm having his baby." Abby looked pleadingly at the doctor, silently begging her to at least get Olivia out of pain.
A few moments later, a sharp cry filled the air. After being toweled off and his measurements taken, he was finally brought over to Olivia. Thomas was impossibly tiny, with a head full of black hair, pale skin with long dark lashes. He was beautiful, quite possibly the most beautiful baby she'd ever seen.
She laid him against her chest to soothe Thomas' cries. Thomas' eyes were a pale blue gray. They weren't Fitz's, his being more gray than blue. Thomas didn't resemble her much, except for the wavy dark curls, he was all Fitz.
"Auntie Abby is going to spoil you rotten, yes she is." Abby cooed at Thomas, who was awake for the time being. "Okay, who wants to hold him next? Because I will steal him." Georgia, Stephen's on and off again girlfriend held him next. "Aww, isn't he cute, Stephen?" Stephen shot Olivia a death glare as if to saywhy did you procreate?
Stephen didn't like babies. He didn't mind the tiny humans when they weren't screeching. Thomas didn't screech, well not as much as other babies who seemed to scream in his presence. He was, dare Stephen say it, cute. Still, it didn't make him want kids.
Olivia had somewhat settled into a routine over the next few months. As much of a routine as possible, when she had a teething five month old. It was hard at first, but she had found a way to balance work and motherhood.
She had sent Harrison to go meet 'Quinn' and offer her a job. Meanwhile, she and Stephen were off to go negotiate with some Russian mobsters, in exchange for a baby the mobsters had kidnapped. After doing some negotiating, which almost ended with two guns pointed directly at her, she was done.
Quinn looked around the office, surprised to see that there were still people here since it was close to midnight. When she'd asked Harrison if Olivia was even there, he'd laughed and said she always was. Harrison introduced her to Huck, a seemingly intimidating guy with onyx eyes. Abby, a tall redhead who was chatting animatedly with a tall black haired man named Stephen.
Sitting at the head of the table, offering occasional input on Abby and Stephen's discussion was Olivia Pope. Dressed in a white blouse with gray pants, which contrasted nicely with her caramel skin and ebony hair. "And that's—
"Olivia Pope" she breathed.
"Um can I just say that I am a huge fan? I so admire your work in the White House. It's an honor to work for your law firm." "We're not a law firm, we're lawyers but this is not a law firm." Olivia could tell she was confusing her, so she explained. "We solve problems, manage crises, save reputations."
Her client's son began to fuss and rather than risk him waking up Thomas, Olivia picked him up. "Did Harrison feed you a line about being a gladiator in a suit?"
"Yes and uh, I'm ready to gladiate or whatever."
The ambassador and his wife appeared, taking the baby from her arms. After a round of profuse gratitude, they were off.All in a day's work,Olivia thought. Maybe now she could finally go home and get a decent amount of sleep.
A man walked in, his shirt spattered with blood. "You have to help me, please... my girlfriend. She's dead. The police think I killed her."Or not,Olivia thought.