Fitz's POV

"This is gonna feel a little cold," the doctor warns as she squirts a bit of jelly on Livvy's stomach. She offers her a comforting smile. "But it will all be worth it when you see your baby on the monitor in a few seconds."

Liv smiles back politely, but anxiety does not leave her eyes. They stay glued to the empty monitor, and she reaches over to squeeze my hand roughly.

I grin down at her and gently trace my thumb on her knuckles. "I've been waiting for this day for a month and a half."

We're at our first fetal appointment, at eight weeks gestation. It feels like forever since Liv took that first positive test. Even though it's only been two months, it feels like five years have gone by. Liv has taken a test every week since we took the first, just to make sure we weren't crazy and she was actually pregnant. But now is the first time we're going to see the baby in person. Well, not in person, but on a monitor. It's been hard being away from Livvy for this long because I had classes, but I'm so grateful I get the chance to be here now. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Liv seems excited too, but in a way more toned down and cautious way. It's almost like she's afraid to be too happy about this, in case it doesn't last.

"Um," I clear my throat nervously, looking up at the doctor. She's a wonderful obstetrician - Dr. Alice Meyers. Even though we're just meeting her today, she's treating us as if she's known us our whole lives. "We haven't told anyone about the baby. Not even our parents. We're worried about telling anyone before twelve weeks...you know, in case…"

Dr. Meyers begins to rub the scope into Liv's still flat stomach, nodding. She flicks on the monitor. "It's always a good idea to wait the twelve week mark, in case of a miscarriage. Although I will say - Olivia is very young and miscarriage rates are much lower for younger women."

I look back down to Liv and see that her eyes are now closed. Her grasp on my hand has not loosened. "You okay, my love?"

She nods, but doesn't say anything or open her eyes. "I'm just scared something is wrong. Like I did something wrong in the past, like drinking too much or smoking too much and now the baby is gone…"

If Doctor Meyers is judging us, she doesn't show it. She simply looks up at the monitor and beams. "Open your eyes, honey. There's your baby, well and alive."

All of our gazes turn to the monitor. I don't see a baby - just a small, fuzzy circle in the middle of a larger, hollow circle. A flicker goes on back and forth in the middle of the screen.

"He or she is the size of a raspberry at eight weeks," Doctor Meyers explains. Her smile grows even wider as she points to the flicker. "And we don't always see a heartbeat this early on, but your baby already has a strong one."

Looking back at the monitor is a surreal feeling. Now I know that my baby is in fact in there, heart beating and all. I can't stop this cheesy smile on my face that seems to be growing by the second. I love kids - I always have. But knowing that you have your own is a completely different type of adoration. I would do anything for this little raspberry sized person inside Liv right now. And I know it's early - literally as early as it can be. But that doesn't change the way I feel about this child. It never could.

I look down at my beautiful girlfriend. Her eyes are open now and welled with tears. She doesn't smile, but her fingers go up to touch the monitor gingerly. "Hi, baby."

We're both experiencing the same magical moment, just in different ways. All of our worries - Abby, her father, my father, college, career, are now gone through the door. We're here, seeing our baby, and nothing could ruin that. I lean over and push a lock of dark hair behind her ear. How could I ever thank her for carrying this baby? I'm so proud of the person she's become, I've always known she is the most kind hearted woman in the world and that she would make an incredible mother. Now, she needs to believe that.

"I'm going to take your blood after this," Doctor Meyers tells Liv. "And we will run a series of tests to make sure all your levels are good and healthy. I see no reason why they shouldn't be. Then, we'll meet in my office to discuss the potential due date, prenatal vitamins and other information you should know. The next time I see you will be when you're around twelve weeks pregnant. Does that all sound good to you?"

Liv nods, wiping a tear that made its way down to her cheek. "Yes. Thank you."

Doctor Meyers smiles warmly. She looks at the monitor. "I'm going to print some pictures for you two to take home. Congratulations."

As the doctor begins to put things away, I lean down to Liv and kiss her tear-stained cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Relieved," Liv admits. She wipes her nose with the back of her sweater sleeves and laughs softly. "Hungry."

I laugh too. Liv has been too nauseous these past few weeks to eat anything, so I'm glad to hear she's got her appetite back. "We'll stop by a diner on our way home to get something."

Doctor Meyers interrupts us by handing Liv a film with three sonogram pictures on it. "I know they've very blurry and not much…"

Liv holds the pictures to her chest and a rush of more tears falls down her face. "No. They're everything."

Olivia's POV

For the last two months, I haven't been able to stomach a thing. The stress of this potential baby, all my eight fall semester classes and my falling out with Abby made me too distraught and anxious to hold anything down. But now, here I am, a huge breakfast platter laid out in front of me and ready to eat every last bite.

I've missed Fitz. It's not like I can't function without him, because I've had to for many months, but it's just easier when he's here. He's the only other person who knows about this baby inside or me and therefore, the only person who can understand what I'm going through. I smile as I watch him pour about a cup of syrup onto his pancakes, which are already sweetened with cinnamon.

"Would you like some pancake with your syrup?" I tease him lightly.

He looks up at me and flashes a cheeky grin. "I'm celebrating the best day of my life."

"The best day of your life should be the day you met me!"

"Oh that?" Fitz rolls his eyes teasingly and scoffs. "That was just whatever."

I playfully kick him under the table, which he painfully overreacts to. "You are so annoying."

"Who do you think the baby will look more like?" Fitz asks randomly. He puts down his fork and looks like he is seriously considering the question. "Or be like, in terms of personality? I hope she gets your brains… and your looks. She'll be smart and beautiful, just like her mom."

"She?" I raise my eyebrow. "You think it's a girl?"

"I know it's a girl."

"What makes you so sure?"

Fitz pauses. "I guess I'm not sure. I just really want a daughter."

I laugh. I think if I could choose, I would have a daughter too. Of course, I would love a son just the same, but something about having a mini-me running around is just so adorable. I pause, putting my own fork down. What if it's the girl and what if she ends up making the same mistakes that I did? I wouldn't wish that on anybody. What if I just screw things up again? The thoughts of self-doubt rush back into my head.

"Hey," Fitz reaches his hand out across the table. "Everything okay?"

How do I even begin to talk about this? I'm so happy to be bringing a child into this world. The ultrasound today confirmed it. It's a beautiful thing. It's also terrifying.

"Liv," Fitz says in a softer voice when I don't respond. "What's going through your mind?"

I pick my fork back up and take a bite of my scrambled eggs. "What if I'm not good enough, Fitz? You'll make an incredible father, everyone knows that. Hell, you're going to become a teacher. But what about me? I'm only twenty. And I want a career. I don't wanna be a stay at home mom. What if the kid hates me for that. What if -"

"Olivia," Fitz interrupts firmly. I'm taken aback."You are going to be an amazing mother. There is no way around it. We can go back and forth with "what if's", but nothing will change the fact that this baby will be well taken care of and that we will be great parents."

He says this with such certainty in his voice that a part of me genuinely believes him. I feel the pocket on my leggings, where the picture is and sigh. Obviously, there are so many logistics we need to figure out. Where will the baby and I stay? I can't keep him or her in a college residence hall. And Fitz has been so invested in this entire process - obviously, he will want to be here with us. I would want him here too.

"Liv, do you trust me?"

I look at Fitz. "More than anything."

"Then trust that everything will work out the way it is supposed to."

That gives me comfort. Against all odds, Fitz and I ended up together with a bond stronger than anything I've had before. Despite two disapproving fathers, one bitter fiancée, and the distance between us, we are here together. Now, there's an unexpected pregnancy and I'm beginning to see that it can be such a beautiful thing. Maybe even the best thing that could have happened to us.

"Okay," I inhale deeply. "I will try."Fitz flashes a grin. "Thank you. Now let's talk baby names."