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Mellie was lying on the couch, Teddy lying on top of her, his head rested on her chest. Teddy was sleeping, but Mellie couldn't manage to fall asleep with the extreme nausea that she was experiencing. She put it off and assumed that she was just catching the stomach flu that Teddy had been diagnosed with a few days prior.
Fitz had been working all day, since Elizabeth had been on his ass about how little work he had been doing in the past few weeks. For the past few days, he had been up before Mellie, and had gotten back up to the Residence right as she was about to go to sleep. It was getting frustrating to not be able to see her husband as much as she wanted to, but she knew that there was nothing that he could do about it. Besides, she had had her hands full with their sick son and barely had any time that wasn't spent with him. Half the time, she was so busy she didn't even notice that Fitz wasn't there.
"How are you two feeling?" Fitz whispered as he walked over to his wife and child, trying his hardest to be quiet so that he didn't wake up Teddy. He knew that he was cranky when he was woken up, and he didn't want Mellie to have to deal with that. Especially not right now. He leaned down and kissed the top of Mellie's head.
She shrugged, turning her head slightly to look at her husband. "Not too hot. And I'm speaking for both of us on that one." She frowned. "Teddy has a fever and took forever to get to sleep, and I feel like any second now I'm going to have to get up and run to the bathroom to throw up."
"I'm sorry you're not feeling well, honey." Fitz ran his hand through Mellie's hair, letting out a small sigh. He hated seeing her not feeling well, about as much as he hated seeing his children not feeling well. And seeing both of them sick, he especially hated that. He sat down next to his wife, ruffling Teddy's hair. "Try to sleep. I'll be here if he wakes up. You need to rest too."
Mellie nodded, slowly closing her eyes. "I know. Thank you, Fitz." She mumbled, getting comfortable as carefully as she could, so that she didn't wake up Teddy. When she was finally in a slightly comfortable position, she let herself try to fall asleep, and within minutes, she was out like a light.
The next few days drug on, and while Teddy was starting to feel better, Mellie was far from feeling better. She had been throwing up every few hours, and Fitz had taken a few days off of work to help take care of her and Teddy. Even though Teddy wasn't sick anymore, Mellie was, and she wasn't in any condition to be taking care of their son.
Fitz and Mellie were in the bathroom, Mellie hovering over the toilet and Fitz kneeled down behind her, holding her hair back. This had become a regular routine between them, and Fitz was beginning to get worried. As Mellie sat up and leaned back against him, he started to say something, but Mellie had beat him to the punch, speaking first. "I'm late."
Her words stabbed him like a knife. He knew that if she was pregnant, it wasn't his. It would have to be Andrew's. The timing wasn't right for it to be his; the first time that they had had sex in a long time was the other night, and that there was no way that she could already be pregnant from then. He couldn't help but be upset, but he knew that he had to be strong for Mellie. He knew that this was not what she wanted either, and that she was most likely even more upset than he was.
"Okay..." Fitz looked at her, running his fingers through her tangled brown hair. "Well, don't get too worked up yet, Mel. We don't know anything for sure." He kissed the top of her head, gently rubbing her back with his free hand. "I can have someone go get you some tests..."
Mellie sniffled, wiping a few tears from her face as she nodded her head. She leaned into Fitz's touch, taking a deep, hitched breath. "Please...I don't really want to know, but I just want to get this over with."
Fitz nodded and took out his phone, sending out a message before putting it away and turning his attention back to his wife. "Alright. They'll be here in a little over an hour. Let's get up and go relax until then, okay?" He stood up and took his wife's hand, helping Mellie stand up. She gave him a small sincere smile and walked with him to their bedroom, climbing up into their bed and cuddling up under the comforter. When Fitz got into bed, she moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest and snuggling as close to his body as possible. She was glad that he was reacting so well; she didn't expect it to be like this when she had told him. He was truly sticking to his word this time.
A little over an hour later, Abby knocked on the door, and Fitz carefully moved away from Mellie to answer it. He took the brown paper bag that she had, and thanked her for being so helpful. When he came back, Mellie was awake, sitting up and trying to completely wake up. "Do you have it?" She questioned, and Fitz just nodded as he handed the bag to her.
"Do you want me in there?"
Mellie shook her head. She wouldn't be able to do it if he was in there watching her try to pee on sticks. She just took the bag and went into the bathroom. Fitz sat on the bed and held his breath for what seemed like hours, until Mellie called his name. "Fitz..."
He slowly walked into the bathroom, and Mellie motioned at the multiple tests sitting on the counter. The pink plus signs on every one of them could not be mistaken.