"Are you happy now Mr. president?"
Cyrus tried to keep his anger in check. That was very difficult when the president was the most popular news story for his affair with Olivia. It was six months later, and he was on the cover of a new tabloid every day.
"Play!" Natalie screamed, throwing toys on the floor.
Abigail crawled to the pile of toys and laughed. Fitz pushed himself off the floor and lifted Abigail with him covering her cheeks with kisses.
"Look how big she's getting. I can't believe she's crawling already."
"You should be running the country. You are not Mr. Nanny."
"My girls are my everything."
"Mama!" Natalie screamed.
Fitz turned around to see Olivia behind him making funny faces at Natalie. She was holding a bottle and a sippy cup. She handled the last six months very well. There were no more interviews, and she ignored the media. Abigail grabbed the bottle with both hands and Natalie grabbed her sippy cup.
"How's my big girl?" Olivia asked, lowering herself to the floor.
"Two!"
"Not yet. A few more months."
"Am I the only person who cares about the Oval office right now? Mr. President you should be in your office."
"Should I work today, Livvie?"
"No, stay with us."
Cyrus wanted to break something or punch a wall. He couldn't lose his temper and scare the babies.
"I'll be in my office Mr. president."
"What's his problem?" Olivia asked Fitz.
"Bad day I guess."
"Bad!" Natalie screamed throwing a toy at Olivia. The soft ball hit her forehead.
"No throwing. Be good Natalie."
"Good." Natalie said.
Fitz took the empty bottle and tapped Abigail's back for a burp. "Dammit." He said under his breath when he realized he was wearing a suit and didn't have a burp cloth on his shoulder. It was too late. He was covered in spit up.
Olivia laughed. "You stay with them. I'll bring you another suit jacket."
"No, bring me a casual shirt. I'm not going to work today."