Ugh sorry this took forever. College sucks sometimes.

He sat on the bed absentmindedly watching her sleep. He had been hovering for weeks. Making excuses to not leave the house. To sit by her side and hold a vigil.

"You're doing it again." She slowly opened her eyes and let out a yawn. "What time is it?"

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, soft and warm. "Good morning to you too. It's almost eight thirty."

She raised her eyebrow, gave him a questioning look, and slowly rolled onto her side. "It's eight thirty on Wednesday."

"And?"

"Isn't there somewhere you should be at eight thirty on Wednesdays, Fitz?"

"Livvie-"

She reached out and took his hand, lacing their fingers together. "Fitz you can't keep canceling your classes to sit here and watch me lay in bed all day. You're running out of feasible excuses."

He reached down and brushed the hair from her face. He smiled. "The kids don't mind."

She returned the smile. "Fitz, I love you, but you need to go to work. You can't do this for another eight weeks."

"I don't cancel class everyday."

She raised her eyebrow again, waiting for him to stop giving her half truths.

"Ok, ok fine. But you better keep that phone glued to your hand and call me if anything happens. And I mean anything. Like if he kicks harder than usual, or you're tired, or you feel something weird I want a call. Promise me."

"A text. And only if something's really not right. Or if I miss you."

He leaned down and kissed her lips before getting up to change. She watched as he put on his shirt and held two ties for her to choose from.

"The blue one. It brings out your eyes." He smiled and walked over to her.

"Blue it is." She sat up on her knees and started tying the tie for him. He placed his hands on her stomach.

"Hey buddy, you're gonna be good today right?" He felt a few fluttery kicks and took that as the baby's consent.

"That's my boy. I love you." He focused his attention back on her and kissed her lips. "And I love you. I made you breakfast and lunch, it's all in the refrigerator."

"Mmmm you're too good to us." She stole one more kiss before making her way to the bathroom.

She goes downstairs and eats. She calls her mom and chats about the baby and the latest episode of their favorite show. She sends Cyrus an email asking for a case to look into, or a brief to read, or anything that will keep her mind busy. She turns on the tv, but suddenly she has a headache. And she's tried, she's easily worn out these days. She goes upstairs and wraps herself in the blankets on the bed.

She's thinking about Fitz, and about their son. About how much she loves them, how much she already loves their baby boy. She thinks about Fitz raising the baby alone. And how much she'd miss out on. No late night feedings, no stuffy noses and scraped knees. No first days of school and soccer games. No holidays and family vacations. No graduations or weddings or grandchildren. And she promises herself that will never happen. She'll be strong. She'll fight. She won't miss a minute. She won't die.

But then she feels a sharp pain in her stomach. And suddenly she can't keep her eyes open any longer. She doesn't want to sleep, but she has no choice. She tries to reach for her phone, she needs to call, to call someone. He should be home soon but she can't wait for that. She needs to call him. But she can't reach the phone. And then she's drifting off.

He walks into the house but it doesn't feel right. It's eerie, empty, discomforting. It's dark and silent. He calls out for her but receives no response. He calls her name again as he walks up the stairs, but silence still greets him.

He walks into their bedroom and finds her lying on the bed in a cocoon of blankets. She looks so peaceful, angelic even. He kneels next to the bed and kisses her forehead. But it feels different. She's clammy and cold. He calls her name, but she doesn't stir. He shakes her arm, nothing. He's panicking. He rips the blankets from around her and sees the red puddle surrounding her. He lifts her and carries her to the car, absentmindedly chanting "Livvie please, please Liv" as he drives down the road in tears.