07 | A Familiar Face

"I stand here today not as the President of the United States but as a father, and mostly, as a husband. As you all know last week my wife, Mellie, got shot in an assassination attempt where I was the target. What you don't know is that as a precautionary procedure the doctors had to do an emergency c-section our third child, Theodore Wallace Grant, is current hospitalized in Bridgepoint's neonatal intensive care unit. And although Mellie is already home resting with our two oldest children, her condition is still critic. As a result of the shooting and the fall Mellie has temporary lost her memory. So I'm here speaking to you, asking you to let us heal in private. To let us deal with all of this in our own time and way. At our own pace. Thank you" Fitz grabbed the papers off of the podium and left the conference room the same way he walked in - not answering any of the questions the journalists yelled his way.

"You didn't have to do that" stated Mellie as he walked into the Oval Office.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the residence?"

"You didn't have to do that" she stated as she got up from the couch.

"I had. They wouldn't stop."

"They still won't…."

"People will understand and eventually lose interest which means they'll sell less…" he said as he put his hands on the side of her arms. Mellie closed her eyes as soon as the touched her "so they will stop"

"Okay" mumbled Mellie as Fitz leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"It's time to go to the hospital." her tone was a little louder than a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

He pressed his forehead against hers and he wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her even closer to him. Her hands found the back of his head. Her fingers played with his curls. "Let's go see Teddy" he whispered. "And when we get back I'll make you dinner"

"But you can't cook!" replied Mellie with a laugh.

"Oh, but you used to love my Le Grant Pasta" said Fitz as he tickled her.

"I do! I do! I do!" said Mellie between giggles.

She was on her way to his office when she saw them in the hallway. His arm was around her waist, her head was leaned against his shoulder, her arm was around his torso and small smile on her lips. If she didn't know any better, Olivia would think them as the closest and happiest couple to walk the earth. But she did. She knew all the promises of love he had given. All the sweet words of never endless love he had while laying naked in her bed with her in his embrace. She remembered all the times he swore there was no feelings of love left for his wife. The wife he swore he never loved but now he stood in front of her with his wife by his side and a small smile on his face. And love was the only thing she could see in the picture in front of her. "Are you going to the hospital?" Olivia heard Karen talking in the background. She watched Fitz saying something to his daughter before wrapping his arms around her. She watched him kissing his daughter's head before kissing his wife's temple. She watched them disappear down the hallway. The Grants - she felt her heart breaking and falling against the floor.

"Liv" Cyrus' voice brought her back to reality.

"Yes" stated Olivia as she turned to face the President's chief of staff.

"Is there anything you want?" he asked fully aware of where her eyes were starring.

"No." she said before walking down the hall as she tried to keep her tears from falling.

Three weeks passed since Mellie returned home but her memory was just as blank as the day she walked back through the doors of the White House. It was destroying him seeing her breaking as she tried to remember how their life was before she'd woken up in that hospital bed. But what was destroying him the most was seeing the pain in her eyes every time one of their children talked about something from the past. Something she had no memory of.

"Hey" she flashed him a smile not sure of what else to say to the man standing in front of her.

"Hey" he said back as he sat in the couch across her.

"What brings you to the cold of Washington, DC mister Governor?"

"You" he said with his eyes locked on hers.

"Andrew…" his name left her lips as the sound of his voice calling her Mrs. Grant echoed in her as she remembered how he held her that night making sure she wouldn't fall asleep … to never wake up again.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay…"

"Mellie, how are you?" he took her hands in his and suddenly she was in the Governor's mansion.

"I'm scared" she looked at him with tears forming in her eyes. "I don't know who I am, Andrew. I love my baby but… but…" she couldn't form words to describe the ache in her heart.

"You're scared he's not his." he took her face between his hands and cleaned the tears from her face.

"Yes…" Mellie mumbled between the tears that kept falling.

"Would knowing the truth make you feel more at piece?" he caressed her cheeks.

"Yes… maybe…" she took a deep breath.

"I'll handle it" he said before kissing her forehead.

"How?" asked Mellie as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way"

He untied his tie as he walked in to his room. At the sound of the door being opened Mellie jumped from bed and walked towards her husband.

"Hey" she said as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey" he said back as he rested his hands on her waist.

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"For calling Andrew"

"You don't have to thank me for that" he put a piece of hair behind her ear "I just thought you'd like to see a familiar face" she smiled at his words. He loved the smile on her face. And just like that he leaned in to kiss her. And just like that she felt his hands going down her back. She broke apart when memories of him screaming at her came back to her mind. She leaned her forehead against his wishing they'd just go away.