"You cannot divorce Angela."
Fitz ignored Cyrus and rolled the soft ball to Natalie. She grabbed it with both hands and dropped it next to Abigail.
"I have a family with Olivia."
"The babies are cute Mr. President, but you cannot give up your presidency for this scandal. It seems like you don't care about your legacy."
"Ball!" Natalie said.
Abigail whined and tears fell. Fitz lifted her off the blanket and she closed her eyes again. The sun wasn't up yet, and Cyrus was demanding an update. Fitz didn't want to wake Olivia since they both stayed up most of the night.
"Can we discuss this later? I have to get my babies clean and fed before sunrise."
"Are you Mr. Nanny or the President?"
"I'm both."
Fitz gathered the supplies for baths, diapers and outfits. He and Olivia had a routine. She handled weekdays and he took over weekends.
"You are throwing away your presidency for Olivia Pope?"
"I can have both."
"Is she pregnant?"
"No."
Cyrus heaved loudly. Fitz turned around and waited for him to leave the residence. He slammed the door scaring both babies with the loud noise.
"It's okay."
Fitz looked over at Olivia. She was still in a deep sleep. He would have to wake her soon for a few minutes. He didn't have enough milk to last until late morning.
"Milk." Natalie cried.
"One sippy cup and then we have to get ready."
Fitz opened the fridge and filled the sippy cup. While Natalie drank her milk, he filled the plastic baby tub and took care of Abigail. One hour later, they were both dressed in pink onesies. His milk supply was empty and they were down for a quick nap.
"Livvie."
"I'm so tired Fitz."
"I need you to pump more milk, and you can sleep a few more hours."
Olivia groggily reached for her pump and offered Fitz a weak smile.
"Thank you for helping me with the babies."
"Livvie, you're thanking me for doing my job. That's an insult."
Olivia screwed the cap on the full container a few minutes later. Fitz took it and gave a soft kiss.
"Goodnight or good morning." He whispered, looking out the window at the rising sun.