OMG the Mellitz hugs from this week's episode were EVERYTHING to me.
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Fitz took Mellie's hand, helping her out of bed as he rummaged through her closet and selected some sweat pants and an old shirt for her to wear before escorting her to his office. Abby was waiting for them both along with the tests. It didn't take Mellie long to slip on the clothes so they were at the Oval in no time, the older man couldn't help but notice how his wife couldn't stop shaking, so Fitz made sure to hold her hands tightly, caressing them with his thumb absent-mindedly, hoping that the gesture would calm her nerves a little and bring her some comfort.
Once they had arrived, Abby smiled shyly before handing the First Lady several boxes of expensive pregnancy tests, of all kinds. She awkwardly nodded in acknowledgement of the President's presence, before swiftly heading back to her duties.
"I'm so scared", Mellie sighed, she had been dreading this moment for the past week and now it was finally here, there was no more running away or pretending- it was a definite yes or no, it was eerily real and the thought of the test being positive made her sick to her stomach, what am I going to do, she bit her lip as she slipped the tests under her shirt and along with Fitz, walked back to their bathroom.
"I'll wait for you out here, take as long as you need and if you want me to be with you- just give me a shout okay?" Fitz assured, he pulled her in and kissed her warm forehead before whispering in her ear;
"I love you".
Her heart melted at the sound of his words, tears slowly began to fall as she couldn't believe how supportive he was being, it was everything she had always wanted and to be going into their bathroom, taking a pregnancy test for a hypothetical baby that probably wasn't even his, knowing that he was by her side every step of the way, meant the whole world to her.
He had finally showed up.
She entered the bathroom, putting the tests on the sink before splashing her face and staring intently at her own reflection in the pristine mirror. She shook her head, noticing how dark the bags beneath her eyes were and she cringed at the sight of how rough the complexion of her skin had become in recent weeks, she didn't even recognise herself. She was going to throw up.
Quickly, she rushed over to the toilet, managing to lift up the seat before allowing the vomit to spill out into the basin. She reached out for a towel to wipe her mouth, but in the process of reaching out, she knocked several of the tests onto the floor, causing a little bang to be heard by a rather worried Fitz.
"Mells, are you okay?" He called, knocking on the door slightly, fear crept up inside him at the sound. His fears however were short lived as she replied within seconds.
"I'm fine, I just dropped the tests- it's o-", before she could even finish off her sentence, another wave of nausea violently struck.
"Baby…" Fitz called, he had pushed open the ajar door and went to sit beside her on the tiled floor. He rubbed her back softly as he used his other hand to hold her hair back, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, even whilst knelt down over a toilet with red puffy eyes, she was still the most mesmerising woman he had ever laid eyes on.
After several minutes, Mellie managed to compose herself and leant on Fitz for support. She felt completely drained from the sudden sickness, she was just so tired of it all and the results from the test were no secret, it was pretty evident what the outcome was going to be, it was just a matter of confirming it.
Fitz stood up first, sensing that the sickness had subsided for now, he helped her up and passed her the tests. He placed a hand on her aching stomach, flashing her a signature Fitzgerald Grant smile as he whispered;
"I will be here, whatever happens. I'm not going anywhere, I promise", he turned his back, giving her some much appreciated privacy as he left the room, patiently awaiting the results.
Mellie made sure to use every single test, which of course involved a lot of peeing, but once she had covered every one, she placed them all out on the edge of the tub, calling Fitz in to come and join her as they awaited fate.
"Can I borrow your phone? I need to put the timer on and I don't remember where I left mine", she explained, of course Fitz nodded and without any further questions, he handed her his phone and slumped down onto the floor. His back was supported by the wall as he stretched his legs, closed his eyes and hoped for Mellie's sake, that the tests were negative.
It felt like an eternity of waiting as the sound of the timer caused both Mellie and Fitz to jump slightly. They had been sat in silence, neither one daring to speak as they impatiently twiddled their thumbs and excessively gulped whilst awaiting the results.
"I don't even want to look to be honest, I already know the answer", Mellie breathed, her stomach was in knots as she cautiously eyed the tests that were balanced on the edge of the bath tub.
Before Mellie or Fitz had the chance to actually stand up and walk over to the tests, their attention was taken away from the tub and averted in the direction of the door. The door was wide open, almost falling off its hinges as two looming figures stood before them, their faces both stained with the same shocked expression.
It was Cyrus Beene and Elizabeth North, they both must have been in search of the President and the First Lady, realised that nobody knew of their whereabouts and concluded that they would find them in the privacy of their room, however it was evident by the expression on their faces, looking over at the pregnancy tests spread out along the tub that the scene before them was the last thing they had expected to walk in on.
"Oh well this is just fantastic. The last thing we need is another pregnancy scandal on our hands, Jesus Christ", Cyrus yelled, anger was radiating from him as he turned back to the master bed, grabbed a pillow and loudly screamed into the cushioned exterior.
"Well, looks like we have seven positive tests to compete with", Liz exclaimed, clearly having seen the many positive signs that flashed up on every screen.
Mellie's voice broke, a small almost inaudible cry escaped her lips as she looked to Fitz for answers. He couldn't believe that this was really happening, the hypothetical baby was now a reality and he had absolutely no clue how to handle any of this. He knew that he wanted to be with Mellie, even after knowing that she was indeed pregnant, he still wanted a second chance with her but this whole situation was just so suffocating, his chest was getting tighter with each ragged breath and without a word, he just shot up and left a heartbroken Mellie on the floor.
"Fitz-Fitz", she was sobbing now, she was terrified that he was freaking out and feared that maybe it was all just too much for him, the reality of it all had spooked him and she was certain that this had scared him away, for real this time. What if this is the end? She had thought to herself, throwing the tests at the mirror angrily, she demanded that Elizabeth and Cyrus left the room as she climbed into the safety of their bed, buried her face into the sheets before allowing herself to cry like she had never cried before. It was over, everything was ruined and yet again, she was the reason why.
It was in that moment that she rolled over onto her phone, she picked up the device and composed a new message, selecting Fitz's contact details as she typed away, wishing that there was a middle finger emoji to perfectly emphasise her anger and outrage at his latest disappearing act;
FUCK YOU.
I wrote this chapter kind of drunk and hungry, so it's a shambles.
