It would take at least an hour for someone to get to the store and back to the White House in rush hour traffic. Olivia reached for her wine glass and Fitz grabbed it.
"How much did you drink?"
"Not enough."
"Livvie."
"A few sips."
"You have to feed them. I'm not listening to crying for an hour."
Abigail whimpered Natalie kept crying. Olivia frowned unbuttoning her shirt.
"I'm not feeding Natalie. She's never breastfed, and she doesn't know how to latch. Her teeth will hurt."
"We're not arguing."
Fitz handed Olivia Abigail and put Natalie beside her. The older baby watched Abigail and leaned on Olivia's chest.
"No, I'll pump in a few minutes."
Fitz helped Natalie get in the right position and dared Olivia to challenge him. The crying stopped and Olivia closed her eyes when sharp teeth bit her.
"Are you going to throw her on the floor?" Fitz asked sarcastically.
"Don't ask stupid questions."
A few minutes later, Natalie was sleeping. Fitz smiled and tried to stay in a good mood. This was his perfect family. The world knew about the new baby, and they had a lot of questions. A press conference was scheduled for tomorrow morning. He knew Olivia was worried about her reputation. His soon to be ex-wife agreed to an interview after he asked very politely. Olivia was giving him problems. She wasn't ready for the vitriol from tabloids.
"We are updating the birth certificates later today."
"You can sign for Abigail. I'm not changing Natalie's until we leave DC. You expect me to let the world know that I had two babies with a married president?"
"Yes. We have to answer all of their questions."
"I really hate you."
"You are upset now, but you have to think about Natalie and Abigail. It's better to let the drama out now. It will be old news when our kids are older and scrolling social media. None of this will matter when they are old enough the care about my presidency."