Fitz had been in and out of consciousness for hours. It was three days after the shooting. The doctors had him on a steady flow of pain medication that kept him asleep. Cyrus never left the hospital, he sat by Fitz's side waiting for him to wake up and stay up. He'd woken up a few times but every time he woke, the doctors couldn't manage his pain and put him back to sleep. He was in good shape considering what happened. His lungs hadn't collapsed and after three days, he was breathing on his own. Tom was busy making travel arrangements with the air ambulance so that once the doctors gave the okay for Fitz to travel, he could head back to D.C. Cyrus' phone had been in a constant state of vibration from all the calls that he was receiving since the shooting, his battery died and he ended up having to use the secret service black phone as a means of contact.

"Cy-" Fitz called.

It was the 3rd time he'd woken up and it was only in the afternoon.

"Fitz, are you up again?"

"Yea, my throat is killing me and my chest is on fire, call the doctor."

"Fitz, you've been in and out of sleep for days. If I call the doctors all they are going to do is give you meds to put you back to sleep."

"What's going on?" He asked.

"You were shot."

"I know that but where am I?"

"France. The prime minister is here too, he was shot as well."

"Where is Karen and -"

"Olivia? You've been asking for them both when you woke up high on meds. They're in the states."

"I want to talk to Karen."

Fitz realized he was becoming short of breath. "The doctors said you should take it easy, it will take a while for your breathing to become normal. Let me call them, they can explain it better than I can but please don't let them put you back to sleep, we have a lot to do."

Fitz nodded barely and then Cyrus ran out to call the doctors.

Within a few short moments, the doctors came back.

"Monsieur President," the surgeon greeted.

"Hello, Dr…"

"Bernard," He replied.

"How are you feeling? On a scale of 1-10, how is the pain?"

"7" Fitz answered.

"We can give you more morphine," the doctor suggested with a heavy accent.

"I don't want to be put back to sleep and the pain meds make me foggy, I need to be able to think clearly."

"We will give you a smaller dosage but if the pain becomes too much, then we will have to put you back on the original dosage."

"How bad is the injury?"

"It could have been worse. The bullet passed through the rib and punctured the lung. There were splinters from the rib bone but we cleaned it up and luckily the lung didn't collapse, you are breathing on your own which is a good sign, it means you are healing quickly. You will be short of breath for a while but breathing exercises will take care of that. It will take about two weeks - three weeks for you to function normally and 2-3 months for you to be almost completely healed."

"My throat is sore, why is that?" He asked.

"The endotracheal tube is to blame for that, we also had to give you an extensive blood transfusion but don't worry Monsieur, you will begin to feel better within the week."

"When can I go back to the states?"

"In about 2 days. Now that you are breathing on your own, it's just about resting and healing and keeping your wound contained, traveling in an airplane is not good for you right now considering your wound is thoracic in nature," The second doctor answered.

Fitz wasn't happy about having to wait an extra two days to leave but there wasn't much he could do about it."Thank you, doctor, I'm very grateful for your help."

They both nodded and left.

"Cyrus, what's happened since I've been shot?" He didn't want to talk too much because his throat still pained him but he had no choice.

"Well, Karen is freaking out, she's been refusing to eat or sleep since the shooting and she also won't go to school."

"Let me talk to her."

"She finally fell asleep a few hours ago, I told them to call me as soon as she woke up. I didn't think flying her out here was a good idea, I hope that's alright with you."

"No, I'm glad you didn't, I don't want her here with me. It's not safe. What exactly is going on Cyrus?"

"We have all the intelligence agencies working together on this one. What we know so far is that the officers who opened fire on you infiltrated the French police force. They weren't real officers. They were terrorist cells for an organization that practically has suicide mission assassins for hire. The French are not happy. Right now the intelligence is linking whoever hired the first assassin as the person behind this which means this is a shitstorm, an American is actively employing foreign terrorists to kill you. Sally Langston is acting president and is doing her best to try and convince the American people that you are as good as dead. She asked Americans to stand together during this time of grief and mourning."

Fitz raised his eyes. "Fuck, she didn't she read my eulogy while she was at it."

"Exactly. So we need you back in the states as soon as possible. We can't wait another two days, Fitz, we have to get a lid on this thing now because everyone thinks your dead, and the media is amplifying it."

"So how do we do that?"

"We need to get you on camera, saying something…anything with a smile on your face. Tell the people you feel fine and that the only reason you are still even here is that the doctors are begging you to stay out of an abundance of caution. That should take care of that bitch Sally, secondly tonight, we can sneak you out and get you on that air ambulance Tom was waiting on standby for you and get you to the states asap."

"Okay, I'll go on camera but I need some time. Until then you can put out a statement and do whatever you have to do to get me back in the states. Where is Tom? I wanna speak to him."

"He's in the hall with the other guards, I'll call him."

Cyrus ran out and called Tom. Fitz ran his left hand over his chest and felt the bandages around his chest, his right arm was stiff.

Tom walked in behind Cyrus a little while later.

"I'm glad you're okay sir," Tom greeted solemnly.

"Thanks to you, if you guys hadn't blocked me off, I would be dead."

"I should be thanking you, sir, I've been watching the footage, that guy- he had me and would've killed me too if you hadn't shot him first, so thank you."

Fitz nodded. "How many guys did we lose and how many are injured?"

"We lost 4 and 3 are seriously injured," Tom replied calmly.

"4?" Fitz choked out.

"It's my fault, I should've taken the threat more seriously. I should've never gone to this fucking gala."

"No sir, it's not your job to worry about your safety, it's our job and we failed you. Once I find whoever ordered this hit on you and we take care of them, I'll resign so that someone better can head your security."

"Tom, I'm not letting you go anywhere okay. I want you by my side always, I'm alive, I'm thankful for that because 4 of my guards can't say the same. I want their families taken care of, anything they need, I'll take care of it."

"Okay, sir."

Tom stayed with Fitz for a while before he headed back out.

"Fitz, I just emailed out a statement, I told them you were in stable condition and that you were even joking with the doctors, it was a miracle and all that jazz."

"Good."

"How does your chest feel?" Cyrus asked.

"I feel like if I take a deep breath, it's going to burst open. It hurts but compared to how it felt when I got shot, what I feel now is nothing."

"Olivia's been calling me, a lot, but then my phone died and I don't remember her number out of my head but she really wants to talk to you, she's really worried, I know you remember her number, do you want to call her?"

"No."

"Fitz, she wants to know how you are feeling? Just call her and tell her you're okay so she can calm down. If I tell her, she won't believe me."

"Olivia is no longer a part of this administration, she's a private citizen and if she wants to know how I'm doing she can watch the news like everyone else."

Cyrus sighed.

"You're still upset. I get that and you know. I've known Olivia for a long time now. I don't want to be in the middle of this thing that's going on between you and her-"

"Nothing is going on between me and her."

"Fine. I'm going to give you a choice and this is the last you'll hear from me about her - if she was just some hot chick you were banging, then fine you don't have to call her, you don't have to care about her feelings but if you actually do love her the way that I think and hope you do then call her, even if you can't forgive her for what she did just let her know you are okay."

"Don't do that Cyrus. Don't give me half-assed ultimatums. I am not going to call her."

"Fitz you're being unreasonable."

"I don't care."

"Fine, at least give me the number so I can call her and tell her you're okay. She's not replying to my emails."

Fitz held out his palm so Cyrus could give him the phone and when he did, he entered the number and gave the phone back to Cyrus.

Cyrus paced as it rang and then her voice came over the line.

"Hello? Cyrus?"

Her voice sounded soft and hoarse, he knew she must've been crying."Hey, Liv...I'm sorry. It's been crazy-" -"

"Cyrus, it's been two days. Why haven't you been answering my calls? Did something happen to him and you're not telling me?" she sobbed through the phone.

"No. He's alive and awake. My phone died and I had to use the secret service phone."

"If he's up then let me talk to him. "

Cyrus looked over to Fitz, who was staring away from him. He decided to take the conversation outside because it was getting too awkward.

"Liv, he doesn't want to talk to you."

"What do you mean he doesn't want to talk to me? Put him on the phone."

"Olivia I can't - ."

"Cyrus if he's not okay and you're just saying that he is to keep the media at bay then I'll never forgive you."

"Olivia he is up and talking. He knows I'm on the phone with you, he doesn't want to talk to you, Olivia. I'm sorry. I have to go," Cyrus hung up quickly and went back into the hospital suite.

"What did he say? What happened?" Abby asked.

Olivia pressed her lips tightly together to stop them from quivering.

"He's awake and he won't talk to me," Olivia wiped her eyes, "he hates me. I can't even get him on the phone to tell him I'm carrying his children." She felt a sudden, visceral feeling of burning anger." I hate him. I fucking hate him, Abby," she cried angrily. Abby held her tightly and tried to console her. "You tried. I watched you and that's all you can do."

"I'm done with him. I mean- how much am I supposed to take," she cried, "nothing I did was enough to make me deserve this."

"I know," Abby said, still gently stroking her back.

Olivia tried to clear the knot in her throat and sat up and fanned her eyes to dry her tears. "I'm okay. I'm fine-" she said. "I just need a minute."

After fighting with the doctors about the risks of leaving the hospital too early to travel internationally, Fitz ended up waiting two days before he could leave for the states. He landed in the early morning and was taken straight to James Madison hospital. Once Karen woke up that morning they took her straight to see him.

"Fitz? Karen's here to see you. The guards are bringing her in right now," Cyrus said as he walked into the room.

Almost on cue, Karen walks in behind him a few seconds later.

"Daddy!"

She ran over to him and hugged him from the side of the bed and cried. "Hey Kare, it's okay, I'm alright."

"I was so worried about you, I thought you died and they weren't telling me."

"I'm okay, I'm not going anywhere, not when I have to be here to take care of you."

She stood up and wiped her eyes. "Daddy, you know I can take care of myself. I'm 9 now," she giggled, her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't care if you're 25. I'm still gonna take care of you."

Karen covered her face and laughed."I love you, daddy."

"I love you too Karen."

Richard and Tabitha walked in."He's alive," Richard teased.

Tabitha slapped his arm."You're not funny Richard," she scolded.

"Sorry, Titi."

Karen kicked off her shoes and joined Fitz on the bed.

"I smell food," Fitz said loudly.

"Yes, I brought you food," Tabitha said as she walked over and hugged him.

"You had me worried sick. Don't you ever scare me like that again!"

"I apologize for getting shot," he said sarcastically.

"Good, Mellie's out there acting like Jackie-O, just a heads up," Richard warned. "She's at the White House."

Fitz stifled a laugh and it hurt his chest."Don't make me laugh."

"So how do you feel daddy?"

"Well, I feel okay. Once I'm on painkillers I feel good and as long as I don't sneeze, cough, burp, laugh or fart I'm fine."

Karen giggled and hugged him again."I'm so glad your okay dad."

Fitz leaned over and kissed her forehead, it wasn't without pain but he did it anyway. He knew it was time to change the subject, he didn't want them dwelling on his injury.

"So what'd you guys bring me to eat..."

One month later

"Abby, I really think I did pretty good."

Abby laughed and shook her head."Well, let me try it and see."

Abby took a bite of the chicken Olivia cooked and chewed. "Olivia this isn't horrible. Well done."

Olivia chuckled. "Fuck yes!" Olivia took a bite and chewed. "Did you hear that, babies? Your mama actually cooked something edible and luckily it won't actually need to taste good until you're like 2 or. 3."

"So, are you excited to meet with nannies? I know I am."

"I am - I guess….as excited as you could be that you have to leave your babies at home.

"At least you'll get three months with them."

"I wish I could get a year with them but I can't afford that. Not when the firm is so young."

"Don't get all depressed now," Abby scolded as dug in her purse sitting on the countertop of the kitchen island. She grabbed her camera to snap a candid shot of Olivia. She had been taking as many pictures of Olivia pregnant as she could.

"Liv - say cheese."

Olivia half-turned and Abby snapped the shot.

"Abby, I wasn't ready."

"That's what makes it perfect, you have flour all over your face, it's so cute. I'm gonna frame this one."

Olivia didn't argue. She loaded the dishes in her dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen and went to sleep shortly after Abby left.

The next morning Olivia got up early to prepare for the interviews. She had about 7 nannies scheduled to see her today. Huck did extensive background checks on all of them and out of everyone, those 7 all cleared. Abby was prepared to live with her for the first few months until the twins could sleep through the night but Olivia decided against it at the last minute so now she kept Abby's room as the guest room. The twins' nursery was complete with two cribs and two rocking chairs and a changing table that Harrison and Stephen had a ball setting up. She had a twin pram, two car seats, a double stroller, and baby carriers. She bought onesies, bibs, bottles, blankets, diapers, and just about everything the internet said she was supposed to buy. The first interview started at 10, Abby had arrived late and missed some interviews but was present for most of them. The first nanny she met was a middle-aged Asian woman named Mai. The second nanny was a Jamaican woman named Bonnie, she liked Bonnie, she seemed very nurturing. She had one Scottish nanny, one from Trinidad, one southern lady, and an Indian nanny among others. At the end of the day she decided to call three nannies back for another interview, the Indian nanny Jenki, the Jamaican nanny Bonnie and the Scottish nanny Elodie. She also needed to find a backup nanny but she wasn't worried about that as yet. Once she decided on the nanny, she hoped that she could enjoy the rest of her pregnancy and focus on birthing classes to prepare herself for the delivery.

"Well after a manhunt that lasted three weeks we found our guy, who would've thought he would've been a republican," Cyrus mused.

"Yes well, I think it makes for an interesting chapter in the history books." Fitz chuckled.

"Well at least you got rid of Sally, she knew about the assassination attempt so she's going down for conspiracy, that bitch. You got Wyatt Phillips, richest oil tycoon and republican donor going down for attempted murder and treason, we got the leader of the republican party Marcus Pitt going down, pretty much everyone who ever gave you a hard time, this calls for a party," Cyrus said excitedly.

"I wouldn't take it that far-"

Karen burst into the oval.

"Hey, daddy. Did you take your pills today," she said with a bright smile.

"Sweetie, you watched me take them earlier. Don't you remember?"

"I remember I just wanted to see if you did," she chuckled.

She walked over to his desk holding a plate.

"Daddy, I made you a sandwich, I put American cheese on there with turkey, I even threw in a little piece of lettuce because I want you to eat healthily."

Fitz laughed."Thanks, Kare it looks great."

"And how does your chest feel, mister."

"It feels good, I promise."

"Great, some of my friends from summer camp are coming over so we can watch movies in the theater room."

"Okay, have fun, I'll be here eating my sandwich."

"Okay, bye uncle Cy, bye daddy."

Karen said as she ran out. Fitz smiled, "she is the only thing I've ever done right." Fitz mused.

Cyrus waited until Karen was out of the office to begin."So Fitz, why aren't you sleeping?" Cyrus asked candidly.

"What?"

"You heard me? The maids talk and for the past couple of weeks, they've been saying you've been sitting out on the balcony at nights or roaming the rose garden. Why is that? Now I've been trying to keep them quiet, I don't want that getting out to the press."

"Cyrus, I'm fine and how did we go from walking about Karen to this."

"Is it the shooting? Are you having PTSD or something?"

"No, I'm not having PTSD, I'm fine."

"Alright. It's just that I have to ask."

"I'm fine Cy."

Since Cyrus' conversation with Olivia in France, he'd been having trouble sleeping. At times he found himself wanting her so much he felt physically I'll and at other times, he resented her viscerally for what she did. After everything that happened she had called him periodically on the phone that he'd given her. He never answered but knowing that she was still calling him and so she was still open to him was something he was fully aware of. The calls stopped after the shooting and now he felt a strange panic.

For over a week, he'd seriously been considering going to see her and he thought that maybe tonight he would actually gather enough resolve to do it. He didn't know what to expect when he saw her but after months of distance, he would take anything over nothing. He worked in the oval for hours. Around 6, he had a light dinner with Karen and after she went to bed, he went back to the oval to work. By 10:30 he'd decided he would do it. He called Tom into the oval.

"Tom, can you bring the car around, I want to go see Olivia."

Tom nodded with a small smirk.

"What's so funny?" Fitz chuckled.

"Nothing Sir, the guys, Richard and I had a bet to see how long you could stay away from her and you lasted longer than we thought."

Fitz shook his head. "Richard was in on it?"

Tom nodded.

"Don't tell him. I can't hear it from him right now."

Tom nodded, "anything you need sir."

Within 15 minutes, Tom came back for Fitz. and took him down to the car. The drive was short but it felt longer because he was wracked with nervousness. He waited briefly in the car for the building to be cleared and then went up.

He walked to her door and stood outside in front of it. Minutes passed and he made no attempt to knock.

"Sir, we can't stay out here much longer."

Fitz took a breath and ran his hands through his hair. "This is gonna be a bloodbath," he said nervously.

Fitz had Tom knock as he stood to the side and waited for her to open the door.

An elderly lady opened the door.

"Do you know what time it is young man? Why are you knocking on my door," she scolded.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I was looking for someone," Tom replied politely.

"Who were you looking for?"

"Uhm - Olivia Pope."

"Olivia - Pope, why I think that pretty black girl that lived here before me was named Olivia. She was such a sweetheart."

"Before you, she moved?" Tom asked.

"Yes, why else would I live here now. You, young people, don't use common sense much anymore," she ranted.

Fitz stood with his back against the wall so he was out of view.

"Can you tell me where she is now?"

"Are you the police or the FBI?" she asked.

"No."

"Then I'm keeping my mouth shut, good night young man, that's a nice suit," she slammed the door shut.

Tom turned to Fitz, "I'm sorry sir. We didn't check-we can find her new address."

Maybe it's a sign I should leave her alone," Fitz sighed. "Let's go. It's alright."

They headed back to the car.

"Abby, I feel like I'm about to pop open. There is no way I'm carrying them a week longer, they'll be here any day now."

"I know, almost 36 weeks pregnant, can you believe it?" Abby gushed.

"Dr. Williams said if I give birth now they'll have to stay in the hospital for a few days but if I can hold out until at least 37 weeks, they'll be fine and I can take them home after a couple of days so I'm really trying to hold out for as long as possible but it feels so uncomfortable, I can't even explain to you how terrible I feel right now."

"Don't worry, you only have one week to go, you can make it."

Olivia sat on the couch, with a large bowl of popcorn in front of her as they both worked through a case.

Olivia stopped physically working at O.P.A. when she turned 32 weeks. Instead, she worked from home and did consultations over the phone and video calls. After she gave birth, she planned to take a month off from working completely to focus on the girls with the help of the baby nurse. After they turned one month, then Bonnie, the nanny would start working with her at the house. She planned on working from home until they turned 3 months and then she would go back to her firm full time.

"Have you thought of names?" Abby asked.

"I've played around with some but I haven't decided. I just figured when I see them, I'll know."

"I hate when parents say that, it's so boring."

"I don't know what you want me to do Abby?"

"You have like a week left of being pregnant, how about you actually enjoy being pregnant - here, I'm gonna record you."

"Why-"

"For the girls to see pregnant mommy in the future - just- say something nice or whatever. It'll be really fun."

"Abby I'm not in the mood."

"We're doing it, sit up straight, and don't slouch."

Abby grabbed her camera.

"Just say something from the heart," Abby instructed.

Abby started recording.

"Uhm - hi girls, it's mommy here," she said nervously.

"I am almost 36 weeks pregnant and it hasn't been fun, I throw up a lot and I can't sleep on my stomach and that's my favorite place to sleep," she chuckled, "You guys fight and twist and turn in there whenever you're awake and you guys like to be awake when I'm asleep so I'm still trying to figure out how to get you back for that. I am really excited to see you, even though I don't know the first thing about taking care of a baby or babies in this case but I've been trying to learn as much as I can before you get here."

She caressed her stomach as she tried to hold back tears.

"I love both of you girls and you aren't even here yet. I just know that when I meet you, that love is gonna be multiplied by a million and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure you feel safe and loved and happy. This is your mama and your auntie Abby is recording."

Abby flipped the camera so it was facing her and smiled and then flipped it back to Olivia.

"I will see you guys hopefully in a week, give or take."

Olivia blew a kiss to the camera and smiled and then Abby ended the clip.

"See I told you that would cheer you up, I have a present for my god babies."

"What did you get?"

Abby reached into her purse.

"Since they are identical, I got bracelets to tell them apart, one gold, one silver. It won't turn their hands green, don't worry. It's from Tiffany's."

She held up two heart bracelets.

"I love these Abby, thanks."

"They are not for you," Abby teased.

Olivia rolled her eyes.

A week later Olivia's water broke.

"ABBY?" she called through the phone, it was 11am and Abby was already at the firm.

"Liv, what's going on?"

"My water just broke."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I have to call dr. Williams but I can't go to the hospital until contractions start."

"Okay."

"I'm on my way there."

Olivia hung up and called Dr. Williams. Dr. Williams told her to wait until her contractions were closer together and that's exactly what she did. It took about 6 hours for them to be close enough for her to go to the hospital. Abby drove her to the hospital and waited with her as they set her up in her suite.

Olivia was calm mostly, quietly breathing through her contractions until they became more intense. She'd planned to take the epidural and when the pain became unbearable, dr. Williams called an anesthesiologist to administer it.

She tried to breathe through the contractions, they came closer and closer together and they were getting more intense.

"The anesthesiologist is coming," Dr. Williams said as she slipped on gloves. "I'm going to check your cervix."

Olivia nodded, too distracted by the pain to fully comprehend the doctor. She lifted the hospital blankets and opened Olivia's legs and performed the cervix check.

"You're right on track, Olivia. You're doing very well."

On cue, the anesthesiologist came in, she spoke with Dr. Williams for a brief moment before she began the protocol and then administered the epidural. It took some time for Olivia to feel relief but once she did, she was able to calm down and rest.

"Olivia - how are you feeling now?" Dr. Williams asked.

"Better," she said with as much of a smile as she could muster.

Dr. Williams nodded and headed out of the room.

"How are you really feeling?" Abby asked.

"Sad," she murmured with tears in her eyes.

"Why are you sad?"

"I just wish things were different. I didn't plan to do this without him. I didn't plan to be a single mom but I can't pretend that I didn't make a lot of bad decisions to get here."

Abby got up and hugged her. "It's okay Liv. I think you're just scared and overthinking right now because they're almost here. You're gonna be and they are too."

Olivia nodded.

"The guys are waiting to come to see you," Abby said, "I told them not to come until I gave them the okay, I'm sure you don't want them here when you give birth."

"Thanks. I don't want them here at all. You're the only one I want here, especially when I'm pushing."

"The epidural is working right?" Abby asked.

"Yes, it is. I should've taken it the second I got here."

A few hours later, the doctors came back after checking Olivia periodically. She was fully dilated and they were ready for her to push."

She had a team of them surrounding her with Dr. Williams sitting on a stool at the foot of the bed in a surgical gown.

"Olivia I need you to bear down as hard as you can," Dr. Williams instructed.

"I'm ready," Olivia panted as beads of sweat rolled down her face in the cool room. Abby stood closest to Olivia at the head of the bed and she was recording the birth.

"I'm going to count to 10 and you will push for 10 seconds and when I stop, breathe okay. Just like we practiced."

"Okay."

She pushed for about 10 minutes before baby A came and baby B came 2 minutes later.

The midwife wiped them both off while a pediatrician for each baby performed an Apgar test. Olivia leaned back against the pillow trying to catch her breath as she watched the pediatricians and midwife examine the babies. Olivia heard crying from both babies as the doctors quickly checked them.

"Are they okay?" she asked, breathless.

"They are perfect," the midwife said as both pediatricians walked them over and placed them on Olivia's chest. "Oh my god, you're finally here," Olivia gushed as she leaned forward and kissed their little heads. "I love you so so much."

"They're beautiful," Abby said as she brought the camera closer to them. "I'm your aunt Abby and I'm so glad you're finally here."

The nurses took them from her a few moments later so the pediatrician could give them a more detailed examination and tag them. Olivia delivered her placenta while the twins were examined.

After all the procedures were finished, Olivia requested help breastfeeding the twins as she tried to get her milk to come in for them.

She managed to get a few hours of rest after breastfeeding both girls which was profoundly more intimate than she imagined. She loved nurturing them from her body and how hungrily they drank.

Abby was sitting up on the couch asleep when Olivia woke. They were in a recovery room now.

"Abby," Olivia called.

Abby sat up and yawned. "what?"

"What have my beautiful girls been up to while I was sleeping," she asked.

"They've been sleeping too. I went to see them in the nursery. They're so fucking perfect I'm gonna tell everyone they're my babies."

Olivia smiled and shook her head, "I want to see them." She turned and pressed the nurse's call button on her bed. "They should be hungry."

When the nurse answered the call, Olivia asked for the girls to be brought to her for feeding. As she breastfed them, she stared down at their little faces. It was the first time they opened their eyes fully since they were born. They were blue like Fitz's.

"Have you figured out their names yet?" Abby asked, snapping her out of her trance.

"Yes - I have."

"Okay, what are they?" Abby asked excitedly.

"Baby A is Luna and baby B is Lana."

"You've known all along what you were gonna name them haven't you?"

"I think I have," she giggled and she turned her attention back to staring at their faces.