"I came to get Teddy." Fitz walked into Blair House, slightly shocked when he saw Mellie lying on her stomach on the floor, in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, playing with Teddy and his dinosaurs. Teddy glanced up at his father for a moment, barely noticing his presence before continuing to play with his mother and with his toys. "Mellie." He repeated after a few seconds, already getting irritated at the fact that she hadn't replied to him.
"I heard you, Fitzgerald. I don't feel the need to drop everything I'm doing because you decided to snap your fingers. You should have called or given me some warning. Right now I'm playing with my son. You can come back later." Her voice was cold and she didn't look away from playing with Teddy. She didn't look at him, and that bothered Fitz more than almost anything.
He was shocked by the way that she had spoken to him, and he was more than tempted to put her in her place, but two things kept him from doing that; the fact that their son was right there, and the fact that he believed he deserved it. Partly, of course, but he did deserve it. The last time that they had spoken, the night that he had kicked her out, he had gone slightly overboard. He had been a hypocrite. She hadn't known that that was Olivia's father, she hadn't known that that was the man that had killed their son. She hadn't known what he was capable of, and she hadn't known what he wanted that list of names for, or what he was going to do with them. She was oblivious to many things, and at the time, at the time that he was full of anger, he hadn't cared about that. He was angry that she hadn't told him, he was angry that she hadn't come to him the second that she realized what she had done. They were supposed to be a team, and she didn't come to him.
This could've done differently. This could have gone in a completely different direction from the start. There were so many things that he could've done differently, that would have kept them from being in this position right now. They would have kept him from having to walk down to Blair House to get his son, and they would've kept him from staring at Mellie, wondering how in the hell they got here. He should've told Mellie about Rowan. He should've told her in the beginning. He had been angry about Mellie keeping things from him when in fact, he had kept so many things from her. Yes, he had kept these things from her to try and protect her, to try and keep her from knowing all of the terrible things that he knew that kept him awake at night. But he still should've told her. The outcome of this situation could have been completely different if he had just told her and if he hadn't kept secrets from her.
He had been angry that she had killed those people. In the back of his head, he knew that she hadn't intentionally done it, that she had no idea that that would happen, and that she was already being torn apart from the inside-out, but at that moment, he hadn't cared. And truthfully, he didn't really understand why he didn't care, he just didn't. His anger had gotten the best of him, and he pushed all of that to the back of his mind. More importantly, he had pushed the fact that he had knowingly shot down a plane with 329 passengers and killed every one of them to the back of his mind. That was completely hypocritical, whether Mellie knew about Operation Remington or not. But in the moment, he hadn't cared.
He didn't know what to do. He knew that Mellie wanted him to leave, but for some reason, he couldn't. He couldn't pick up his feet and turn around. He couldn't walk out of that house, and he really didn't know why. Olivia was waiting for him in the Residence and he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at his soon-to-be ex-wife and their son. "Mellie, we need to talk." He had spoke before he even knew what he was saying, before he even knew that the words had come out of his mouth. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say, but they still needed to have a conversation, regardless of what it's outcome would be.
"I have absolutely nothing to say to you, Fitzgerald." Mellie responded, her voice flat, and her eyes still refusing to look at him. She was trying to keep her cool around Teddy; truthfully, she wanted absolutely nothing but to scream at him. What she would scream, however, was completely unknown to her. She wasn't lying when she said that she had nothing to say to him. She was done. She was done fighting for him, for his love, for their relationship, their marriage. She would always love him, there was absolutely no doubt about that. He was the love of her life, the father of her three children, and the man that she had spent the last twenty years of her life with. But right now, it was much better for her sake to let him go. She couldn't chase him anymore, she couldn't beg him anymore. It was too much, and she just couldn't handle it anymore. It was time to let him go. It was time to let him have what he wanted, to let him have that divorce that he had begged her for for the last five years, and to let him have Olivia Pope. At this point, in order for herself to be happy, Fitz needed to be happy. And the fact that her own happiness relied on him being happy made her sick. "Actually, I do have one thing to say to you...when you get those divorce papers drawn up, let me know. We can work out a custody agreement and I'll sign them on the spot."
Fitz's mouth dropped slightly, and his stomach was in knots. He had been waiting for her to say those words for years, but the truth was, he didn't really want to hear them. He had always thought that he did, but now that it was actually happening, it was far from what he had wanted to hear. He had no response for this, so he just acted as if she didn't actually say it. "I'll be back at 6 for Teddy."
He watched as Mellie basically ignored him, and as Teddy failed to acknowledge his existence. He watched them for a few seconds, and a plethora of thoughts ran through his head. He turned to leave, and as he walked away, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder to get one last look at his wife and their son. As he walked back to the White House, Mellie's words repeated over and over again in his mind. And because of that, he knew exactly what he needed to do. And he needed to do it soon.