Author's Note: Alas, the end. What started out as an impulse oneshot blossomed into something awesome and Loose has become one of my favorite fics that I've written, both SCANDAL-ous and in general. Again, thank you to everyone who enjoyed the story and keep on the lookout for more fics updated and created, especially once the show starts up again on the 29th. I have a strong feeling that we'll need to find solace in fanfic more than ever and I'm more than happy to do my part. An update on The Thunderbolt is on the agenda next and probably another D.D., too.
Thanks again, everyone! Have a good one and see y'all next time. Mad Love, Jam, and Power Drills, ~*CMW2/Trump*~
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
6 Years Later…
"What bedtime story would you like to hear tonight, baby? Goodnight Moon, Charlotte's Web…"
"Benji Masters told us how his parents met at a karate class at recess. I wanna know how you and Momma met so I can share the story with my friends."
Fitz never thought he would be able to love someone more than he loved his Livvie but as soon as his Gracie's heartbeat was heard, he was utterly enchanted. Grace Hyacinth Pope-Grant had been born on a sunny June afternoon, a souvenir from an anniversary trip to Rio de Janiero. The baby had been 9 pounds, 5 ounces, 17 inches long, and she looked just like an angel. She had her mother's guileless doe eyes and due to complete heterochromia iridum, she had inherited both of their eye colors. Her onyx hair was down to her shoulders and like her mother, she liked to keep it up in a braided twist. She loved to dance, hated peas (unless they were an ingredient in something) and was undecided of whether she wanted to be a firefighter or a princess when she grew up. For the time being, she went with both. The sight of her running around in a pastel colored and poofy dress with her fire chief helmet was a common and beloved sight to all of her loved ones.
Even now, the pink pajamas she had on were covered with fire engines, as was the matching silk bonnet on her head.
"Your Momma and I met while we were at college. I used to live in a big house with a lot of roommates and one night, they decided to throw a big party for everyone before the first big tests of the school year."
"How big were the tests?"
"Huge."
"Were they huge and scary? Sometimes I get really scared during math tests…"
"Some of them could be scary but most of them were okay. Anyway, your Aunt Abby and all of the other Gladiators wanted to come but they didn't want to go without your Momma."
"Friends don't leave friends behind willingly. Friends are supposed to stick together."
"That's right, Gracie. Your Momma really didn't want to go to the party at first but your Aunt Abby was persistent. Eventually, they all made it to the House and the dancing was in the basement. You know Momma loves to dance, right?"
"Oh, yeah."
"I saw her on the dance floor and it was like…"
"…lightning."
Fitz smiled as Olivia joined them, her pale yellow robe open to show a pale gray nightgown and her 7 month pregnant belly. Her glasses were tucked into the collar of the gown and she was balancing a stack of rough drafts on her bump. Sitting down on the bed, she uncapped her red pen and met their questioning gazes.
"Peanut's swimming laps and doing somersaults. He wants to play so I'm up."
"But, it's sleeping time. Peanut should be sleeping." Grace protested even as she rested a fond hand on the bump.
"Babies do whatever they want, carina. That's why they need mommies, daddies, and big sisters to keep them safe."
"I'll take good care of him, Momma. I promise."
"I know, Gracie. May I join you for story time?"
"Uh-huh. Was it really like lightning? It sounds like it would hurt…"
"No, it didn't hurt. It was the best. Your daddy and I…"
As Olivia took over the story, Fitz rested his head on a nearby pillow and watched his girls fondly.
He was so glad to have them, so lucky to have them and soon, a baby boy in his life.
He'd take care of all three of them.
He'd love all three of them forever.
FIN.