A few hours later, Olivia still didn't have more than a few words for Fitz. Her fever was gone, and she was feeling a little better. She didn't know what to say to him. There was so much inner conflict. She was sad for him, and also hurt that he left when she needed him the most. He couldn't understand how much she had gone through in the last four months. Karen asking when he was coming home. Not being able to walk anywhere, the doctor's trying to stop her preterm labor, being given anti-depressants and then being asked to stop taking the medication because of the pregnancy complications, the weekly appointments with a psychologist. Karen's weekly appointments with the school psychologist because of all the changes in her routine and not understanding why Olivia had to stay in the hospital for so long. The babies health issues, her job letting her know that she would be replaced if she couldn't handle her work. Being in a bigger house with more stairs and not having a nurse to get everything for her. Olivia really wanted to know how did Fitz get a key to her new house.

"Who gave you a key?"

"Harrison."

"I thought so. He's worried about me."

"He doesn't have to worry about you."

"I have to go to the hospital in a few minutes."

"You can stay home."

"No, my boy has feeding issues."

"They don't have names yet?"

"No. My boy always wears blue. My girls are twins. One is always in yellow. The other wears pink. It was Harrison's idea. They're supposed to come home from the hospital the day I'm scheduled to be back at work. I'll have to get the babies from the hospital on my lunch break."

"You are not alone Livvie."

"I really want to believe you, but I can't. I don't expect you to stick around. You have your own issues. I can't leave my kids. They need me. You being here is extra support. I appreciate the support, but I can take care of my kids without you."

"They're our kids."

"You are their sperm donor. There's a huge difference. I'm really sorry you're hurting. A real parent doesn't get breaks when their world is falling apart. I'm puking, fever, and my stomach hurts when I walk. I still have to be here for my kids every day. You can help while you're here. When you need to leave again, I would like to be notified in advance.

"Livvie."

"I appreciate you staying with Karen when I was in the hospital yesterday. I wasn't sure if you would leave her in the house if you had an emergency. Karen has a phone, but she can't stay home alone yet. Thank you."

"Livvie, I wouldn't leave Karen. You know that."

"I don't know what you would do anymore. I didn't think you would leave while I was pregnant."

"I'm sorry for not being with you."

"It's more than you not being with me. You let me know how you deal with your problems. You run."

"What would you have done if you had to plan 21 funerals?"

"I would cry and keep going. My kids still need me. I'm not trying to hurt you Fitz. We handle problems differently."

"What can I do Livvie?"

"You can get Karen from school and cook dinner."

"I can do that. I'm going to the hospital with you."

"Okay."