"Are my shoulders going to be wider after the pregnancy?"

"Yes. Olivia, you're having triplets. Your appearance will change."

"If my hips and shoulders are wider I'll have to replace my wardrobe. I already need to replace my shoes."

"Is that your only concern right now?"

The doctor looked at Fitz. He was hoping he could give him more insight about Olivia's health. He didn't know she had an eating disorder.

"My wardrobe is very expensive."

"Do you want fancy clothes or healthy babies?"

"I don't want to be fat and ugly."

Fitz covered his face. He was embarrassed.

"You need a nutritionist and a psychiatrist. I'll write you a referral."

"I need a new OBGYN."

"Do you want to speak to my nurse? I'm sure she can handle this conversation."

"Are you saying I'm the only patient who complains about weight?"

"You're starving yourself to fit into your designer clothes while you're pregnant with triplets. You are one of a kind Olivia Grant. Mr. Grant can you make sure your wife eats healthy meals every day?" The doctor asked before leaving to get Olivia's discharge papers.

"Yes I will. Thank you."

"Are you happy now?"

"Am I happy? I'm here for you. Livvie, you need this appointment."

"I'm not anorexic or bulimic. I don't need a nutritionist or a psychiatrist."

"Put your shoes on Livvie."

Fitz stood with his hands in his pockets. He noticed she barely kept her shoes on anywhere. There were beside her chair when she was in her office, and she was barefoot at home. The thought of purchasing a new designer wardrobe made him frown. He couldn't understand why she cared about designer brands. He was happy shopping the clearance rack. They were married now, and he wanted her to be happy. The babies needed him.

"We can get Karen. We have groceries already."

"I'm taking you shopping."

"What?"

"We're going to your favorite store, and you can get whatever you want. No spending limit."

"Wow."

"A new wardrobe is cheaper than the medical bills for an eating disorder. You can get whatever you want in a bigger size."

"I'm going to get bigger."

"You can buy some designer maternity clothes. When the babies are born, we can go shopping again if you can't fit your clothes."

"That's a lot of money. I can spend my own money on a new wardrobe."

"No, I don't want you worrying about this. I'm taking care of you and our kids. If that means giving a fancy store the money I would rather spend on the down payment for another investment property, I'll do it."

"Thank you. I will give you half of the down payment for our new home."

"Don't worry about it. I'm already selling my house. I have the down payment for a bigger home with you and our kids. No more arguments about food and no weekend trips to New York without me while you're pregnant."

"Okay."

"Thank you."