A/N: So, apparently I'm gonna keep finding ways to write about Micah as a newborn, because I luuuurrve newborns, and Olitz with a newborn. So hopefully you guys are cool with that :-)

The First Week Home

Four Days Old…4pm

"See, now these are the perks of having a newborn. No one judges you for laying around."

They've been in bed all afternoon, relaxing, watching Netflix, snacking on popcorn.

Olivia giggles, gently tracing Micah's tiny ear as he nurses contentedly at her breast. "Well, I'm in bed because all he wants to do is eat, plus I'm still healing. What's your excuse?"

"Hey, I've been getting up to get us food and drinks, what else should I be doing? We have a new little human we're getting to know."

The baby grunts softly and stops nursing, frowning sleepily as Liv wipes his mouth with a burp cloth.

"Speaking of which, here Daddy," she murmurs, carefully holding Micah out to him, "You take a turn."

She's been cuddling the baby for most of the day, and she watches Fitz smile widely, taking him from her with ease.

"Oh, hi buddy. You want to come hang out with me for a little bit?" he coos softly, cradling him.

She cuddles into his side, laying her head against his chest. "You're gonna like sleeping on Daddy, he's always nice and warm."

"He is such a little peanut, I can't get over it. Six pounds, eleven ounces."

"Were the other kids bigger than him?" she yawns, absently stroking Micah's knee.

"They were all around eight pounds when they were born, all three of them. Even Teddy."

She sucks in a breath. "I would not have wanted to push out an eight pound baby. I barely got him out."

"That is not true," Fitz laughs softly, "You pushed him out like it was nothing. Made it look easy."

Pressing closer to him, she scoffs. "Pretty sure your hand is still bruised."

"I didn't say you made it look painless. Liv—you're crawling into my lap, did you want to just take him back?"

She's as close to him as she can get, gently stroking Micah's belly and legs as Fitz watches in amusement.

"No," she sighs, smiling, "I just haven't been able to get this close to you in a long time. I've had a big belly in the way. Now I just have a little belly in the way, and I can smush it, there's no one in there."

He tightens his arm around her, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "That's true…and you also need to be as close to this baby as you possibly can."

"It's like my body doesn't know how to be away from him yet," she murmurs, hand finally settling over Micah's legs, "I feel like I just need to hold him all the time. It was almost this—this panicked feeling, any time someone had to look him over in the hospital, I wanted to yell at them to be careful. And now, whenever he makes the slightest little peep my boobs start aching and tingling, and I start leaking everywhere—"

"All of that is because you're already an amazing mom," he interrupts, kissing her forehead again, "I'd be more worried if you weren't hogging him twenty-four seven."

She gasps, poking him playfully. "I am not a baby hog."

"Um, you kind of are."

"Well, he happens to need me for sustenance, I can't help it if he wants to eat every hour. Although, he's done a good job getting my milk to come in, I think he's getting a lot more at each feeding now."

"Yeah, as he starts to eat more each time, he'll space them out. You must feel like you're feeding him all day long right now."

"I don't mind," she coos, talking to the baby now, "I'm sure I'll crack eventually and need your Daddy to help me feed you at night, but right now we can handle it, right? I'll just take a lot of naps, that's not a bad deal."

Micah blinks, and yawns, looking exhausted.

"Oh, goodness. Being out here in the world is hard work, huh?" Fitz asks, delicately tracing the bridge of his tiny nose, "You are one gorgeous baby, you look just like your Mommy."

"Really?" she asks, "I think he looks like both of us."

"There's more of you in him. His eyes were blue for like five minutes, they're already turning brown. And he has your curls, what little hair he does have anyway, and your lips."

"He does have cute lips. He has cute everything. Are we being ridiculous right now? Sitting here staring at him and talking about how cute he is?"

"Absolutely not, this is exactly what we're supposed to be doing."

"Good, because I don't feel like doing anything else."

"Daddy loves you," he murmurs, lifting Micah slightly so that he can kiss his temple, "Love you, buddy."

5 Days Old...10am

Fitz comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, to find her sitting on the bed in tears, staring down at Micah as she cries. It's not uncommon for him to find her crying for one reason or another lately, but he's still not used to it after years of trying to pry emotion out of her.

"Hey," he murmurs, treading lightly, sitting down on the bed with her, "What's going on?"

Olivia takes a big shuddering breath and looks over at him. "Someday we're going to die."

It takes every ounce of self-control he has not to laugh, and his eyes widen with the effort.

"That's—that's true, Livvie."

"We're going to die and he'll be all alone," she sobs, burying her face in her hands.

"Okay, hang on," he mumbles, scooping Micah up and transferring him into his bassinette.

Sometimes, she just needs a hug, and he has a feeling this is one of those times. With Micah sleeping safely out of the way, he pulls her into his arms and lets her cry into his shoulder for a few minutes, rubbing her back.

"We need to have another baby."

"Liv—"

"We need to have another baby so he'll have a sibling. But, we really shouldn't have another one because we're old, Fitz," she sniffles breathlessly, pulling away to wipe her nose, "I'd be over forty by the time we did that, our next baby could have some kind of genetic disease. Not that we wouldn't love them just the same, but if he had a sibling he had to take care of that would completely defeat the purpose of us having another kid. We could adopt, we definitely have the money for—"

"—okay, whoa. Slow down, take a breath for me, okay?" he says, taking her by the shoulders.

She stares into his eyes, letting him coach her through a couple of deep breaths.

"Good," he murmurs, rubbing her arms, "Okay, first of all, he does have siblings. Karen and Teddy, remember?"

Her eyes widen, filling with tears again. "You're right. You're right, I completely forgot about them, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, they are his siblings—I think I'm just so tired—you know I love them too, right?"

Fitz does laugh this time, pulling her into another hug. "Of course I know that."

He pulls her against his chest and reclines back into the pillows, letting her cling until she's calmer.

"Wow," she sighs, sitting up to rub her face, "That was—I don't know what happened, I just started worrying that he'd be alone without us."

"That's okay," he smiles sympathetically, "You're a parent now, worrying is what we do. He won't be alone though, he has Karen and Teddy—"

"—I can't believe I did that."

"—and, he'll probably grow up and get married, have his own family. Then he really wouldn't be alone."

"—you're right. You're so right, he'll be okay."

Sighing in relief, she flops back onto the bed next to him. Fitz absently takes her hand, and they lay there in silence for a few minutes, exhaustion hitting them.

"Oh my god, did I just tell you we had to have another baby?"

"Yep."

She shakes her head, taking a deep breath.

"These hormones are a bitch."

5 Days old…1pm

Micah cries and cries as they bathe him, protesting as if they're wiping him down with acid instead of warm water and baby soap.

"He hates this," she moans, cradling his head in her palm, running the cloth over him.

Fitz stands next to her at the changing table, helping adjust his little arms and legs. "I'm not surprised. It's the first time we've done it, and it's such a foreign sensation. He's okay. Here, I'll get the back of him."

She hands him the cloth, maneuvering the still crying baby around so that he can wipe his back, his tiny butt, the little folds of his neck.

"Okay, lets put his diaper back on and wrap the towel around him, then we'll do his head."

"Gosh, this is a production," she comments, pulling the tabs around to secure his diaper.

As soon as the towel is loosely wrapped around him, he stops screaming, his cries dropping off into whimpers.

"There we go," she coos, trying to keep him from squirming his way out of the warmth of the towel, "Almost done. Should I just hold him up, like this? I feel like I'm going to drop him, he's so little."

"You're doing fine…yeah, that's perfect. Okay, buddy, last thing."

She cradles one hand under his neck and one under his back, holding him above the bowl of warm water. The sensation of the sponge against his head makes Micah cry again, and Olivia leans down to nuzzle her nose against his cheek, pressing kisses there.

"Shh…you're okay…shh…"

"Just have to rinse…okay, you're all done, you made it."

Watching him cry is killing her, and as soon as they're done she wraps the towel tightly around him, lifting him into her arms. He whimpers and squawks, and without even thinking about it she unclips her nursing top and puts him to her breast. He latches gratefully, falling asleep almost immediately as he suckles.

"There we go, pumpkin, all better. Oh my goodness, so traumatic, why did Mommy and Daddy do that to you, huh?"

6 Days Old…2pm

"Is his poop supposed to look like this?"

Olivia immediately comes out of the kitchen and into the living room, where he's changing Micah on the floor.

"What do you mean? It looks the same as it did yesterday," she muses, looking down into the soiled diaper.

"I'm just realizing it's different than other diapers I've changed. It's like, more liquid-ey or something."

"Your guess is as good as mine. You should Google it."

Fitz groans, snapping Micah back into his onesie, heading into the kitchen to wash his hands. "No more Google-ing. Every time you Google something you panic."

"That's why I told you to do it," she calls, scooping the baby up and settling onto the couch with him.

"Fine," he sighs, flopping down next to her with his phone, "But only because I'm curious, not because I think there's anything wrong."

She un-pauses the documentary they'd been watching, taking a sip of tea.

"Huh," he muses after a few minutes, scrolling through an article.

"Well?"

"Apparently, breast-fed baby poop is different than formula-fed baby poop. His is totally normal for being breast-fed, it just looks different. My other kids drank formula."

"Oh. Well that's good to know," Liv says, glancing down at Micah, "Yeah, we just think breastfeeding is easier, huh? If you're hungry I can just whip out a boob, I don't even have to get up. We like it, and it's so good for you, right pumpkin?"

Fitz smirks at her baby-voice, setting his phone to the side and stretching out on the couch.

"Mellie didn't breastfeed them at all? Not even for a month or so?" she asks after a moment.

He shakes his head, shrugging.

She's quiet again, contemplating. "How did she stop the milk fro—you know what, nevermind."

7 Days Old…3am

Fitz wakes up slowly, realizing that she's not in bed with him.

When he blinks his eyes open, he spots her in the rocking chair, the room softly illuminated with dim lighting. She's tucked their sleeping baby inside her robe, holding him upright against her chest as she rocks gently, leaning back in the chair with her eyes closed. He shifts around in the bed and clears his throat, trying not to startle her.

"Hey," she says softly, opening her eyes, "I'm sorry, did we wake you? The light usually doesn't."

He scoots over to see them better, lying on his side. "No, you didn't, I just realized you weren't in bed, I think. He okay?"

"Mmm hmm," she hums, gently kissing Micah's head, "I just wasn't sure if he burped. I think he did, but I wanted to hold him for a little while, make sure he wasn't uncomfortable."

"He looks comfy to me."

As he watches her rock their baby, a wave of astonishment washes over him. The fact that she's here with him, in a house that's just theirs, holding a little boy that they made…he still can't believe it.

"That baby looks good on you, Livvie," he smiles, warmth and love shining in his eyes.

She looks bashful, smiling and kissing Micah again. "Stop."

"I can't. I've never seen you look so peaceful."

The baby stirs against her, nuzzling his face into her, and she rubs her hand over his back to settle him. He squeaks and sighs, giving in to the pressure of his swaddle again, falling back into deeper sleep.

"When I was pregnant, I never thought it would be like this," she admits quietly, still stroking Micah's back.

Fitz blinks sleepily, propping his head up. "Like what?"

She sighs, relaxing back in the chair. "I always imagined it being so hard. Having him hasn't been easy, but…I imagined him crying all the time, and not being able to breastfeed, and me not being able to comfort him or figure out what he needed. I honestly imagined him hating me for not knowing what I was doing, and only wanting you."

"Oh, Liv—"

"—but he's…he's amazing. And I still feel like I don't really know what I'm doing, but he doesn't care. He loves nursing, he's had a pretty good latch from the beginning, we haven't had any major problems. He's so snuggly and content, and I just never thought—I knew I would love him, but I never thought I would love taking care of him this much. I didn't know that just holding him—I didn't know. I didn't think I had it in me."

"You didn't think you'd like being a mom," he emphasizes, watching as she turns the lights off and carefully lowers Micah into the bassinette next to their bed.

She shakes her head, waiting a moment until he settles again, resting her palm over him. "No, I didn't. But I do. It's only been a week, and…I can't imagine not being his mom."

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think!