Olivia waited for Fitz to say something. He wouldn't look at her or smile. The doctor double checked the results, and his answer didn't change. They were having three babies.
"Fitz."
"I don't want to talk Olivia."
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. I'm going to take you home, and then I'm going to my own apartment. I need to be alone for a few hours."
"Alone? We're married. You don't get to be by yourself. I'm your wife now."
"You wanted a baby. One baby. Now your having three. What am I supposed to say Olivia?"
"It's your fault I'm pregnant."
"Don't blame this on me. I wanted a vasectomy to prevent this."
"Fitz we'll be okay."
"No we won't. I don't want a daycare."
"What do you want?"
"Get rid of two of them."
"I can't do that. How do I decide which babies to abort?"
"Do you want to be Shanice?"
"No, I didn't plan this."
"I married you because of who you were. I don't know you anymore. My Olivia would never have three kids. That doesn't fit our life plan. One kid is fine. Two is a stretch, but it will make you happy. I can't have three kids. We can't afford elite schools for three kids, nice restaurants and vacations."
"What if I keep them?"
"You'll have to find another husband."
"You don't mean that."
"I don't want this Olivia."
"You would make me a single mom of three?"
"You're not the same person anymore Olivia."
Olivia's lip quivered and tears fell. She couldn't keep her emotions in check.
"Let's go. I'll take you home."