Hi y'all! I'm back with another chapter; I hope it was worth the almost week long wait. I wanted the chapter to be just right for you guys. I hope you enjoy Chapter 92!
Did I need to make up a reason to have Livvie's father come to DC? I was wrecking my brain for the answer to this question. A part of me wanted to let her in on what I was planning. However, I wanted to surprise her and I wanted to make this moment especially piquant for herself and her family.
If there was any way of getting as close to undoing the devastating trauma and damage that Preston, Carolyn and Olivia have gone through, I was going to do it.
I wanted to discuss changing my political affiliation with Livvie. I was plotting this discussion for the last couple of weeks or so, ever since I had the impromptu private phone conversation with her parents. I think this particular discussion would give her something to think about, while I devised a plan to get her parents here to celebrate our impending marriage.
It was official, I am ten weeks pregnant. I have been reading blogs about pregnancy by the week. According to the blogs I read, by week ten, the baby was the size of a strawberry, and I will notice a change in my body and the fit of my clothes, hinting that I should start getting into maternity clothes.
I wasn't quite ready for maternity clothes just yet. I can still fit into the clothes I usually wear. But in the next couple of weeks, I'll be starting to show, so I needed to prepare, whether it's maternity wear or otherwise, aka the questions that I will inevitably be asked.
"Looking at pregnancy blogs again, Livvie?" I asked, as she simultaneously scanned blog posts on her phone and looked at her clothes that were in the closet. "Am I that obvious?" she asked in a lightly joking tone, as she wrinkled her nose cutely.
I kiss her on her temples. "Yes, but I think it's cute. You're going to be fine. We're going to be fine. We'll be prepared for our baby no matter what the circumstances are. Don't worry about it."
"I wanted to discuss something with you," I told her as we prepared to wind down for the night, a few hours later. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I was wondering, what do you think about me switching my party affiliation from Republican to Democratic?" I asked her the question, subconsciously holding my breath waiting for her response. She looked at me with a playful smile on her face. She did not look like she was surprised at all, by what I was saying. "Well, my response would be to your question, what took you so long? You had no business being in the Republican Party in the first place, Fitz."
"Wow, that was blunt. Tell me how you really feel, Livvie," I responded to her honest response in a light hearted manner. She just shrugged like it was nothing. "Well you wanted my honest answer. That's what it is. You have no business being in the Republican Party. You are too optimistic for the Republican Party. Republicans are cynical about everything. Republicans are liars. You are nothing of the sort. You have a caring heart, you have empathy, you are the epitome of what the Democratic Party represents."
"So much for you being 'apolitical'. You sound very much like an ardent supporter of the Democratic Party, Livvie."
"When I told you that I was apolitical, I was flirting with you. In hindsight, the word apolitical should not have left my mouth. What I should have said, instead of that word, was that I was very observant, Fitz."
"You are very observant. But now I'm wondering, why didn't you tell me this earlier? You are really not surprised that I felt like this, that I wanted to be a Democrat instead of a Republican?"
"Even though we first met almost five years ago, I could tell that you were not a Republican at heart. Let me just say, that when your father was on the campaign trail for a short amount of time, it was blatantly obvious to me that you were not interested in being a Republican, at all. So when you just told me what you did, about wanting to become a Democrat, it was like an unsurprising curveball."
"An unsurprising curveball, huh? Is that what you think?" I asked in a mirthful way. I couldn't believe how much I loved this woman sometimes. Cupid shot his arrow through my heart and I was head over heels for this woman, from the moment I first saw her.
Because of the circumstances of how we had met, our love story started out as something akin to a Shakespearen tragedy. A man and woman who are desperately in love, but forces that seemed out of their control prevented them to be together. However, because our desire and willingness to be together outweighed the obstacles that threatened us, now it seems that everything is going in our favor.
"When is your first ultrasound appointment?" the question popped in my head, as I held Livvie close. "The day after tomorrow, I think. I have to check my calendar again, to be sure."
"Are you excited?" I couldn't help but ask the question, even though I was pretty sure what his answer would be. "Of course, I am. Are you excited?" Fitz threw my question to him back at me. "I am. Just a little nervousness is coupled with that excitement, I think," I said.
"That's understandable. You can't help but be nervous for your first child, Livvie."
"This baby, or these babies, I should say, if your gut feeling is right, are not just my first, Fitz. This pregnancy is going to result in a first child or children for you too. This is going to be a first for the both of us."
Next part of the chapter is coming up soon! Next chapter will also be the first ultrasound! What do you all think? What will the sex of the baby be? How many babies? Tell me what you think in your reviews! Until next time...Taylor
