The past 3 days has been nothing short of a whirlwind. The news of Mellie being taken into custody by the District Attorney made its way around the social circle, not to mention the gossip shows. Exactly what Fitz thought would happen, happened. He was the first call Mellie made. Liv insisted she rush to her side. She knew it would keep him occupied while she dealt with the doctor. Now they are sitting in the doctor's office waiting for Dr. Slauson to call them. Her leg is shaking and he's been squeezing her hand the entire time. Bibi decided to come with them. She knows neither one is handling it well. Bibi finally made her breakdown and tell Fitz something was wrong and admittingly she was scared he would be angry with her and he was.
Flashback:
Liv is lying on the couch in their bedroom.. She was feeling nauseous. Bibi had made her some herbal tea, hoping to settle Liv's stomach and her nerves. When they took Liv's blood pressure it had gone through the roof, because she got so upset. They kept her for a few hours until it was stable. They knew they had to tell Fitz. Fitz comes in. Between getting back to work and starting his morning with Melllie who actually spent the night in jail. He was spent. He walks in taking off his coat.
"Livvie ...Mom," he says as he gets closer to the living room. He can hear the television on. Victoria is on the phone talking a mile
"Victoria," he says softly. She's still talking. He repeats it again, "Victoria," he says.
Victoria finally takes note of him standing there, "I have to go. My dad is here. I'll call you later."
"I need to talk to you about your mom," he says.
"Dad, is mom still in jail?"
"No, she was released. Listen, Victoria, your mother took a plea deal. She is going to be on 2 years of probation. Her license was suspended for a year. She has to pay a fine and she had to agree to 500 hours of community service. And for ignoring the notices from the DA, he's demanding two weeks volunteer work at a women's detention center. She will do mandatory kitchen duty."
"Dad, I never heard of that before. Mom doesn't know her way around a kitchen." She says confused.
"The DA kind of came up with his own sentence. Your mother is angry but."
Victoria stops him, "Mom knew she was drunk. I know that. I get it dad. I get it."
Bibi has made her way down the stairs to hear the tail end of this conversation.
Fitz shakes his head at her, taking her into his arms, "Your mom and I got a lot wrong. You were the only thing we got right. I'm sorry, I know this is probably embarrassing for you…"
"Dad, it's fine. I'll be fine. When does mom report for her volunteer duty?"
"Next week, next Monday to be exact. She gets to stay in a nearby hotel there. Your grandmother is going to be there with her, for the two weeks."
"Dad," Victoria ask looking up at Fitz. "Can I stay with mom until she leaves?"
"Of course, you know the deal was you could stay wherever you wanted," he answers kissing her forehead.
Bibi finally makes her presence known. Fitz smiles at her.
"Okay, I better go pack. Hi Grandma!" she says, going up the stairs.
"I'll have Huck bring you," Fitz says as she disappears.
"She's very mature for her age," Bibi says.
"Yes, I got lucky with that kid," he says. "Where is Liv?"
"She's upstairs in bed. Not feeling well, a little tired. She's not doing the show tonight."
Before Bibi can get the words out, Fitz is making his way upstairs. Bibi stops him. He looks at her, "What's wrong?"
"She had been having some pains. She asked me to go with her," she tries to say nonchalantly.
"Go with her where. Where did you go?"
"We went to the doctor today. She wasn't feeling well," Bibi says carefully knowing he's going to feel blindsided.
"She wasn't feeling well. Why didn't she tell me?"
"She didn't want to get you upset in case it was nothing."
He studies Fitz's face, "What's wrong? Mom, is the baby okay?" He asks then stops when he thinks the worst, "Did she lose the baby? Why didn't you call me?" He says frantically starting to go up the steps.
"No, she didn't lose the baby," she answers quickly grabbing his arm. She takes a deep breath. "The doctor is concerned and want her to see a specialist. But they did special imagining while we were there. The doctor pulled some strings. And Liv got so upset her blood pressure spiked pretty high. The doctor kept her a while until they can that down.."
Fitz can see the concern in her eyes, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"I honestly don't know. The doctor didn't exactly explain. I think she worked upset up to think the worst." She lets go of his arm. He starts up the stairs. She says his name motherly but softly, "Don't be too upset with her. She's just scared." Bibi knows Fitz's anger is simmering to a potential blow.
He makes it up to the room, entering slowly. He sees her laying on the bird, asleep. He's waited a long time for even this simple moment. He gets to come home to his pregnant wife asleep in their bed. Fitz sits and watches her sleep while gently caressing her stomach. She twitches from the contact but it doesn't wake her. He reaches down, pecking her softly on the lips. It startles her as her eyes quicken.
"Hi," Fitz says softly.
"Hi!"
"How is Mellie? Is she out on bail?"
"Don't worry about Mellie. I want to talk about you."
Liv tries to look away but he stops her with one swipe of his finger under her chin as he guides her face back to his. "Victoria is worried about her," Liv answers.
"I spoke to Victoria ...," he stops, not wanting to upset her. "Why didn't you tell me in Barcelona something didn't feel right?"
Liv takes a deep breath, "Because I was scared and I didn't want to scare you. I didn't want to worry you."
"Liv this is our baby, not just yours. What happens to you, happens to me. You should have told me."
"What was I going to tell you? Fitz, my stomach really hurts," she says defensively.
"That's exactly what you should have told me. I would have found the best doctor in Barcelona. You shouldn't have kept this from me. We haven't been home 2 full days and you are keeping things from me."
"I haven't kept anything from you. I just wanted to be sure. This is my first baby. All these things are new to me. All of these feelings and movements. Maybe it is just gas. I didn't want to uproot our honeymoon for gas pains," she answers sitting up completely.
Fitz looks at her, "But it's not a gas, is it?"
Liv turns on her back and then slides back to the headboard. "Fitz," she breathes out.
"What did the doctor say?"
"She didn't say anything. It was more like putting me on notice that there was cause for concern. She said she wanted you to be at the next appointment. She wanted some specialist to look over the ultrasound pictures. I gave her the ones from St. Lucia. She thinks the doctor missed something. Then she sent me for an emergency 3D Ultrasound." Liv says slowly as she rubs her stomach.
Fitz gets up from the bed. He starts pacing in front of the bed. She knows he's angry.
"Something is wrong…You and my mom should have called me."
"Fitz, you were dealing with work and Mellie…I didn't…"
"Mellie is not my damn wife anymore. You are." he says angrily. He then takes a deep breath, "I am sorry. I don't mean to yell."
"She is your ex-wife and the mother of your child," Liv argues.
"And you are my wife, carrying my child. I don't have two wives. I mean do you want me to add a wing to this house so we can all live like that guy…what's that fucking show?"
Liv finds humor in his rant, "Sister Wives," she answers.
"Yes, that show! Is that what you want? I find that guy to be disgusting by the way," he finishes.
She reaches her hand out to him, "You know that's not what I want. I just feel guilty and I…"
He sits down next to her, "Stop feeling guilty. You didn't ruin our marriage. You aren't obligated to share me with Mellie. Mellie has no rights to me anymore, okay. I love you, okay."
Liv shakes her head, "Okay."
"What else did the doctor say?"
"She said she suspected what was wrong but needed the 3D imagining to be sure and she wanted us both there for the results. I think she knows exactly what's wrong."
Fitz lays on the bed beside her, pulling her into him, "Then whatever is wrong we will get through it together." She grabs on to his forearms tightly.
She looks up at him, wanting to lighten the mood, "You know, I think it is sexist that there is no Brother Wives show. You know where women get to marry 4 hot and sexy men and have them at their beckon call all the time…"
He looks at her with a smirk, "Don't even think about it. I'd kill any man that laid a hand on you. Let alone thinking he's going to make love to you."
"I mean it's quite a concept," she jokes.
"Liv," he says trying to keep his emotions in check knowing that she's trying to get a rise out of him and its working.
"I'm just kidding. Those men put together would have nothing on you," she says kissing his chest.
"That's better," he says, kissing the top of her head. They lay there silent for one silent minute just listening to each other's heartbeat.
"Fitz, I'm scared," she says shakily. He pulls her in as close as he can.
"Me too," he says. "No matter what we find out, we get through it together." She nods her head in agreement falling asleep in his arms. They stay like this all night with him holding her while she slept in his arms.
Present, Doctor's Office:
They sit in the doctor's office waiting. Fitz hasn't let go of her hand since they arrived. Bibi reads a magazine. Then they hear the words that for today, they dread. The doctor can see you now. The rise from their chairs, Fitz leading her in. They go into room. Dr. Slauson wants to speak with them in her office first. That scares them even more. They sit in the chairs waiting on Dr. Slauson. Their chairs are locked together as Fitz has resumed holding her hand tightly. Fitz can see what's behind her eyes, fear. He reaches over and kisses her temple a few times. She lets out a few calming breaths. Dr. Slauson slowly opens the door, coming in with a file in her hand, sitting in the desk as she sits across from them.
"Is it okay to ask how you two are doing this morning? I know my vagueness has probably been nerve wracking but I wanted to be sure of my suspicions.
Liv lets out a nervous laugh, squeezing his hand, "I would like to say yes but it's been a rough couple of days. "
"Dr. Slauson, don't spare our feelings just give it to us straight. No matter what it is," Fitz says sharply.
"Well…congratulations are conditionally in order," she starts which confuses them.
"Well, we know I'm pregnant. What's the conditional congratulations for?" Liv asks as she looks at Dr. Slauson with dubiety.
"You are pregnant. We are looking at twin girls, identical," she slowly reveals. Liv and Fitz look at each other in shock.
"Are you sure?" Liv asks. Fitz is still speechless.
"Yes, I studied your charts from St. Lucia carefully. Then with the ultrasound we took here and imagining I was able to confirm it."
"What's the scary part? What's wrong?" Fitz asks point blank. "Why didn't the doctor in St. Lucia see this when we were there?"
Dr. Slauson takes a few deep breaths, "Well there are few serious things going on here. Baby B was hidden. That's what we call a hidden twin. For that reason, the heartbeat was basically in unison and she couldn't be seen."
"I am familiar with the term," Liv says.
"They are both in one amniotic sac. They are sharing the same placenta and two separate umbilical cords. Their embryo did not split until after the amniotic sac was formed. So, you have what we call Monochorionic Monoamniotic Twins. Known simply as Mo-Mo twins."
"I come from the business world, but none of this sounds like this is good for Liv or for them," Fitz pipes in.
"I suspect the ultrasound was showing Baby A with her legs closed hiding the second umbilical cord. Baby has been snuggled behind Baby B. They have started to move positions, I suspect that is the unusual stomach pains Olivia has been experiencing and the rapid weight gain, which we have to monitor closely."
Liv has taken this in and a few things start to weigh in, "This is not healthy for their development. This could cause TTTS or TAPS," she realizes.
Fitz is growing upset, "What the hell is that?"
Dr. Slauson is trying to minimize the frenzy, "Both instances mean one baby will get more of what they need and one won't. I think with some of the symptoms that Olivia has described, the rapid weight gain and swollen legs, I think we are looking at TTTS which is the more dangerous of the two. But we won't know for at least another 4-6 weeks."
"How do we treat this? Can we treat this?"
"Yes, treatment is possible. Olivia is going to have to be monitored very closely. Even more so as the pregnancy progresses. There are a lot of possible complications that may arise during labor. Most of these pregnancies result in C-sections. We have to worry about the babies umbilical cords. One baby could get tangled in one of the cords and it could cause death. "
"Are we looking at the possibility we may have to terminate one of the babies?" Liv has had that devastating question swirling in her head the last few minutes.
"That's the worst case scenario but definitely a possibility and its sometimes the only option. But our goal is to get these babies out at the right time and not too early." She answers.
Liv looks away, holding her hand to her mouth, she takes a deep breath trying not to cry. She turns and looks at Fitz, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" He asks. He caresses her face, letting her know its okay to let the tears fall and she does.
"I must have done something wrong," she says as Fitz wipes her tears away.
"Baby, this is not your fault. This is just how they developed."
"He's right Olivia, this is nothing you could have avoided. But we are going to be aggressive in monitoring this pregnancy so you can deliver two very healthy baby girls." She can tell that Olivia is not at all hopeful. Fitz tries to console her. "Let's take a look at the babies so you can see what we see. Then I will give you the information for the best Maternal-Fetal Specialist here in LA. We are going to work closely together."
They look at the charts and leave the doctor's office with so much in their head to process. Bibi and Fitz eye each other in car as Bibi is sitting in the back seat. Liv has been eerily quiet since they left. "Let's go have a great lunch. I am starving. Livvie, what do you say to one of our go to faves, Fritto Misto," Fitz says, hoping that the mention of one of Liv's favorite restaurants will temporarily do the trick.
"I'm not hungry," she says, continuing to look out of the window.
"Liv, it's your favorite, " he says softly. He smiles at the memory of meeting Maya there for the first time when he followed Liv there.
Liv gives him a quick look, "I'm not hungry," turning back to the window.
Bibi eyes him through the rearview mirror that she will try, "Honey, you have to eat. The babies need you more than ever now. You can't give up yet. The doctor said these next 4-6 weeks are important." Liv takes a deep breath, breathing out the air annoyed, knowing that they are both right.
They go to lunch. Fitz is in agony for his wife and his daughters. He wants to be happy but can't, at least not yet. He's going to have to internalize his emotions. He knows Liv is going to need his emotional support and if he is thinking the worst, she will too. He can't show he's happy because the uncertainty is there. This is going to test their strength, their marriage, and everything else there is to challenge them.
Mellie is sitting at Boa on Sunset. She's sitting alone but it's obvious she's waiting for someone to join her. She orders some iced tea. The whole idea leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But, she knows people will judge her if they see her drinking, considering. She looks at her watching, annoyed that her lunch "date" is late. Her face changes expressions as she sees him approaching.
"I was beginning to think you were standing me up," Mellie finishes.
Edison sits down, "I do apologize. I was in court and got a little pushed back."
"I have to admit, I was surprised to receive a call from you. Surprised and intrigued."
Edison takes a moment, "Well, Mrs. Grant, news travels fast in these social circles. Especially when the ex-wife of Fitzgerald Grant is arrested and actually booked. Then I found out, as quiet as it's kept, she was able to make a plea deal with no noise. That's intriguing," he answers beckoning for a waiter. He orders a gin and tonic with a twist of lime.
"I don't follow your intrigue Mr. Davis," she answers uncomfortably.
"If I can be frank," he says arrogantly.
"I didn't expect you to be anything but, continue."
"You are a white affluent ex-wife of a real estate mogul. Daughter of a successful father. You almost killed yourself and your kid and you are avoiding jail time."
"If I can be frank, this was my first offense. I didn't get away with my crime," she answers angrily. "But I assume you know all the particulars of my plea deal including my probation."
"Yes, I do. I have friends in the DA office," he informs. "But, I think I have a piece of information that you were not privy to. I just thought before you do your 2 week tour of of jail duty you'd want to know a little secret I know."
"I'm not much for a riddles Mr. Davis. You are dying to tell me something," she answers.
"Someone you and I both know helped the DA lower the gavel on you. I just thought you would want to know."
"You and I have nothing in common but our exes. I wouldn't be surprised your wife, ex-wife, didn't have anything to do with it. Not having me around probably excites her greatly," she fires.
Edison laughs at the ridiculousness of it, "Well, my ex already stole your husband. She doesn't have to send you up the river now."
"And she sunk your campaign in the process. I think she is formidable when it comes to revenge or is that what you are seeking by contacting me?'
Edison shakes his head, flashing that wide grin, "The only person seeking revenge here is your husband."
Mellie cocks her head to the side, "What are you trying to say?"
"We both know he's a shrewd business man when he has to and wants to be," he answers.
"Maybe I am dense, what does my husband's business have to do with my plea deal?" Mellie asks.
Edison bats his eyes, "Your Ex-husband is the reason you are facing the music. He used his connections to make all this happen," he takes a sip of his drink, "So I have heard."
Mellie grows a large lump in her throat that leaves her speechless. Edison can tell she's completely blindsided by the news, she finally speaks. "Fitz would ever do that."
Edison downs his drink, looking at his watch, "He already did that. I just thought you would want to know," he finishes as he gets up to leave.
Mellie decides she will join this little chess game Edison decided to involve her in, "Mr. Davis, there's something you ought to know. A secret if you will," she says.
Edison turns to face her, "Humor me," he says.
Mellie snickers at the incoming satisfaction of watching his face drop from her next words, "The new Mrs. Grant is pregnant."
Edison killer watt smile drops from his face. "Olivia's pregnant...Olivia is…."
Mellie stops him, deciding to throw salt in his wound, "Olivia and Fitz got married. Don't be too sad you didn't get an invite. Neither did I."
He's had enough, his only response, "Just as well, right?"
"Right," she says sadly as Edison walks away. Mellie is hit with the reality that her husband betrayed her and she's mad.
Edison walks away realizing Liv finally got what she wanted, a baby. She finally has the freedom he never intended to give her He walks away defeated.
Abby is sitting in someone's office. She's been so busy between the station and other business dealings, she hasn't had time to think about David's request for her to move in with him. She wants to but she also doesn't want their relationship to go south. So, she's been avoiding answering the question. Which she knows she can't forever. She is texting on her phone when the door begins to open. She puts her phone away. A man, bout 6ft 1 walks in extending his hand, apologizing for being late.
"That's okay," Abby answers, "Nice to meet you Mr. Friedman."
He sits down in front of her, "Very nice to finally meet you too. You seem a bit shocked to get my call."
"Well, to be honest, I was I mean, your reputation precedes you. You are very good at what you and what you produce. For you to be interested in our little radio show…"
"Well, Ms. Whelan," he starts.
"Call me Abby," she interrupts.
"Abby," he says, "Your little radio show is anything but little. Across the board the shows you have are the best radio has to offer. People love your talent artist," he charms.
"Especially Twilight with Olivia," she finishes. People have approached her before about Olivia's show and they haven't bitten. Mr. Friendman was a different story. He has produced two of the most successful talk shows on the air. Now he wants Olivia to join those ranks and to be honest, she knows this would be a great opportunity. "I think Olivia likes her life and schedule as it is."
"I'm sure she does but my offer is a great one."
"I am surprised you contacted me since you know we've been approached before and have said no each time."
He gets up and pours himself a drink. He offers her one, she declines, "Yes and I am hoping she won't decline now. I listen to her show, people don't really care about the songs she dedicated. Although she's great at those selections. We both know they love the advice she gives them. She's good at it and it helps that she does have a Ph.D. She's not just an ear that can talk a good game. She actually has the credentials to sit in a hot seat and facilitate people's lives and tap into their emotions. This would be a gold mind for you and for her. And I have a friend who told me I would be an ass to not go for this," he finishes.
"Do I get to know who this friend is?"
"Well, he would be a business partner in this. We have other business dealings. This is one he brought to me personally. He would serve as Executive Producer as well."
"So, more of a silent business partner, for now," Abby asks.
"Sort of."
"Mr. Friedman, Olivia just got married and she's pregnant. I don't think starting a new venture is what she is looking for and she likes the simplicity of the radio world. A talk show is anything but simplistic."
He's standing with his hands in his pocket, knowing Abby will be a tough nut to crack and so will Olivia and he hasn't even met her yet, "We will create something simplistic and profitable. The woman is a treasure and I like to find those."
Abby takes a moment, "I would have to give this much thought and talk to Olivia about it. I am sure we will be in touch," Abby says getting up from her seat.
"Yes we will. I'll be a dog with a bone," he chuckles.
"I am sure you will," she answers as she walks toward the door. She turns, "Tell this friend thank you for thinking so highly of Olivia. She is a treasure," Abby says as she leaves.
Mr. Friedman gets on the phone, the person on the other end picks, "Yes, we just finished. She's going to be hard to convince and so will Olivia. The only thing I care about is having Olivia Pope on my resume of successful productions is all I care about. You don't fuck this up for me."
Liv is taking her own personal tour of their house. She hasn't really had the chance to take it all in. The house is beyond splendid. It's the white castle she's always wanted. Only it's much more chic and breathtaking. She's taking mental notes of all the gaps on the walls she needs to fill in. The furniture she still needs to buy as she walks into the room that they've already decided will be the nursery. She takes a deep breath and goes in. She just stands in the room and looks around. There's a rocking chair already sitting in there with a blanket draped over it. There's nothing else in the room. Liv takes a seat and kind stares out of the window. Fitz has been frantically looking for her. He's been on the phone with Brittany working on his schedule. He wants to be at home as much as he can right now. "Livvie," he says walking the halls.
Liv doesn't answer she's deep in thought, he calls her name again. He can hear the creek of the rocking chair as the door if half open. He goes in and sees her staring off into space with the blanket around her.
"Liv," he says again.
She stops and looks over at him, "Where did this come from?"
He can tell she's upset. He goes over to her kneeling down, "My mom nursed me and Christopher in this chair. She rocked us to sleep. She's kept a lot of things in storage, this was one of them.
"Hand carved wooden chair, its beautiful," Liv answers.
"Yeah, the moment she heard you were pregnant, she pulled this old thing out and had it refinished. She wanted our little girl to have it...surprise we are going to have two." He says with a smile. Liv doesn't react, which he notices. "I just hope they look just like you. They are going to be the most beautiful girls in the world."
Liv gets up from the chair, not wanting to share in his warm and fuzzy feelings, "Shouldn't you be going into the office."
"Liv, I want to talk about our girls."
"I don't," she answers quickly.
"Why the hell not?"
Liv shakes her head, "Did you not hear the doctor this morning? I don't know about you but I heard nothing good."
"I heard the doctor tell us that we are having identical twin girls under tricky circumstances."
"Tricky circumstances, Fitz one of them can just die in the womb from choking to death by the umbilical. I just can't get happy know I may have to kill one of my babies just not to lose both."
Okay, maybe not the best choice of words but you are a fighter and so are these babies. We aren't going to give up on them. This next few weeks we are going to try and do everything right."
"There is no right or wrong here. There's just uncertainty."
He takes her in his arms, "Baby," he whispers, kissing her on her neck, "I know. I heard everything the doctor said. We will figure it out."
"Maybe I should have gotten that abortion. I can't imagine picking who lives or dies. I'd never forgive myself and why should I put them through this."
He turns her to him, "I don't ever want to hear you say that again. We made these babies, out of love, and we are going to take care of them the same way, no matter the outcome."
"Or the heartbreak," Liv finishes.
"I don't want to give up on them," Fitz says.
"Neither do I but I don't want to lose them either," she answers as she goes out of the room, not being able to stand it. Fitz takes a deep breath, knowing this is going to be hard. There is a ring of the doorbell, which they both here. Liv makes it to the bottom of the stairs. Just as Fitz makes to the top of the stairs. Rosie goes to the control panel to see who is at the gate. Liv can see its Mellie as she looks pup at Fitz.
"It's Mrs. Grant….," Rosie says cautiously.
"Let her in," Fitz says as he reaches the bottom of the stairs holding Liv.
"Maybe I will go into the kitchen, I am a little hungry," Liv says wanting to avoid this potential show for as long as she can.
"Okay, I'll be there in a second." Liv goes into the kitchen behind Rosie to get something to eat. Fitz decides he will great Mellie himself . The doorbell rings and Fitz opens the door to find a boiling Mellie.
"Mellie," he says. Liv is not actually in the kitchen she is standing in earshot range.
"You son of a bitch," she says quickly.
"If you came here to insult my mother, you can turn around."
"I came to insult you," she answers.
"What's the problem Mellie?
Mellie was so angry, she hadn't noticed the house. She looks around it, upset. One picture that's already up is a picture from their wedding. "You spared no expense," she says, "I am not surprised, you didn't spare me any."
"What the hell are you talking about Mellie? You got the house you wanted," he answers not knowing that wasn't what she was speaking of.
"You went to the DA and had him bring charges against me. Your daughter's mother. That's low even for you Fitz," Mellie says.
"That's not what happened Mellie."
She lets out a menacing laugh, "You hated me that much," she asks.
"No, I hated what you did. You almost killed yourself and my daughter. That didn't have to be. My brother died in a car accident from drinking and you almost killed my daughter the same way. At first I didn't want to be involved in this at all. The DA's office called me, wanting me to bring you in and I explained we were no longer married."
"And instead of defending me, you did this."
"I told them it wasn't may place anymore with you but I gave them the tape to the building when you and Olivia fought. You stagger into the lobby Mellie, almost falling off your ass walking."
"I wasn't drunk," she proclaims.
"Mellie we both know that's a lie," he answers.
"You own the building Olivia's radio show is in. You love to remind me I was fucking Andrew. Just how long have you truly been fucking Olivia. Did you go over there after hours and get it own. I mean you owe the building how good for you and Olivia."
Liv is listening to this growing very upset at the revelation she's heard.
"Olivia and I met last year, just as I told you but that has nothing to do with you driving drunk."
"Maybe it has everything to do with it," she answers as she goes toward the door.
Bibi has been on a call in Fitz's office, she doesn't know Mellie is there and that hell has broken, " Good news, he can carve the twins a bed," she laughs. "I just can't wai…" she doesn't finish when she notices Mellie standing there.
"Twins…," she shakes her head in disbelief and gets ready to leave.
"Who told you I talked to the DA? "Fitz asks.
"A friend," she says as she leaves.
Fitz takes a deep breath. Bibi looks at him, "What was that?"
"That was war," he answers as he looks up to see Liv.
"Fitz, you didn't do that, did you?"
"I convinced the DA to not give her a year in jail. I didn't have anything to do with her arrest," Liv takes a deep breath, Fitz finishes, "Everything is going to be fine."
"I'd like to believe that," Liv answers as she walks away. Fitz looks at Bibi knowing this is far from over.
Lots going on in this chapter ...I hope you all like it...