The first chapter was originally intended to be a one-shot, but I was struck with inspiration which has caused me to turn this into a multi-chapter fic. I'll only update if enough people are interested in the story, I'm not certain when I'll update- but I'll try and make it a weekly occurrence at the very least. This fic is loosely based on the beautiful Kodaline song- High Hopes, hence why I have used several verses to open and close the last chapter. Definitely give the song a listen, it may help to give the piece added context and also, it's just a genuinely great song- so check that out!
I hold up my hands up guys, I know I'm not the greatest writer so if there's any mistakes, I am very sorry about that and will try and amend them ASAP. I just really wanted to write a Mellitz fanfic though, as the fandom lacks a lot of Mellitz and quite frankly, they're my absolute OTP so I just needed to express my feels in the form of fanfiction.
Enjoy x
Fitz had woken up at around 6am, he had quickly gotten suited up before heading off to sensitively talk to Abby about Mellie's little dilemma and to ask her probably one of the biggest favours he had after had to ask one of his staff members for.
He arrived back to their room several hours later, only to find Mellie still wrapped up under the duvet, sniffling slightly as she had done the night before.
"Mellie", his heart ached as he looked upon her fragile form, clinging to the covers to provide some form of comfort for the ache that she was feeling in her heart, Fitz wished more than anything that he could just take the pain away from her, go back to the start and do everything differently, so maybe they would have had a decent shot together, but sadly; too much had happened and the only thing that could be done now to make amends for the past was to be here in the present.
To show up for her.
"Abby has agreed to get the test, she won't tell anyone- not even Liv, so until we can be certain that you really are-", he paused, as if actually saying the word aloud would make the situation more daunting, so instead he just refrained from finishing the sentence, flashing a small supportive smile as he sat on the bottom of the bed, reaching out a hand to show Mellie that he was really here and that he wasn't intending to let her go through this alone because she deserved a friend throughout all of this and that's exactly what he intended to be.
"You do know that the likelihood of it being yours is almost impossible", Mellie stated bluntly, it was almost as if she feared that the only reason he was standing by her was because he had some preconceived idea that he was the father, when in actual fact it was more than likely Andrew's. He sighed and nodded, squeezing her hand a little as he moved closer up the bed, once again putting his arms around her.
"Yes I know, I mean there was just that one time after a few too many drinks in comparison to the amount of nights spent with Andrew, so I'm well aware that the baby- well if there even is a baby, will be Andrew's kid, but I honestly don't care. You're my wife Mellie, I know I haven't been the best husband and I hold my hands up to that, but I made a vow and although I broke it by sleeping around, I don't believe that it's too late to stand by you as you have stood by me for all these years, I owe it to you Mells and I also owe it to myself to be the honourable man that I once was", Fitz explained, in all honesty they weren't exactly the only reasons why he wanted to be by her side, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth as to why he was being so supportive, he was a coward who couldn't even tell his own wife that he was slowly falling for her, all over again. He had been feeling it for quite some time, but due to Andrew and Liv; he just shrugged it off and dismissed it as some kind of midlife crisis and blamed the guilt of little Jerry's death and the revelation of the rape, thinking that maybe he was just fooling himself into believing that there was still something there, but the more he tried to deny it- the stronger it grew.
Of course he still loved Liv, maybe he always would and he would be lying if he said he didn't think about her still but when it came to Mellie, his feelings were more intense, an emotion that even before their marriage started to deteriorate, he had not had the privilege of feeling. It was the weirdest of feelings, it wasn't love in the sense of warmth and happiness, it was earnest love. A brutal force of realism, knowing that he and Mellie had been through so much together and had seen their darkest of days, having experienced many over the years as a dysfunctional couple, he now realised that all her imperfections and the twisted things that they had both done throughout their marriage, all of the lies and cheating just made their relationship stronger. He could hand on heart say that even after seeing Mellie at her worst, after seeing the demons take control of her mind as she fought all of the troubles that life had thrown at them both, that he was still very much in awe of her strength and capabilities, hell he was very much in love with her and he couldn't begin to comprehend how it had taken him so long to realise it. Surely that had to count for something right?
"What are you thinking?" Mellie questioned, avoiding the topic of the pregnancy scare that had been on her mind for several days, she just wanted to forget about that for now, at least until they had a test to actually confirm or diffuse her suspicions.
"I was just lost in thought, thinking about the past… You can go back to sleep if you want, I'll come and wake you when Abby's back", he smiled, preparing to leave their room to allow her to spend some much needed time alone, but she shook her head and called his name. Her voice was so innocent, almost child-like in its southern drawl.
"You don't have to go. I want you to stay, please", she begged, feeling so stupid for being so needy and dependant, but having him hold her in his arms was just the best feeling in the world. It took her back to a time when she was so content and happy, a time when they could actually have a conversation without it turning into a full-blown argument - the good old days, she smiled.
Fitz's phone beeped, they both jumped slightly as the sound brought them out of their daydreams. Fitz tapped on the message and read aloud as follows;
Mr. President,
I have the test.
- Abby Whelan
High hopes, it takes me back to when we started
High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again
High hopes, oh,
And the world keeps spinning
Ooh, yeah, this world keeps spinning
How this world keeps spinning around
