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We broke from our kiss, looked into each other's eyes and smiled at one another. At that moment we both felt that we had woken up from a nightmare and were finally awake.
"I should go get the doctor. I'm sure that you have questions for him. And Cyrus, Mellie, your kids and probably the entire nation want to hear that your awake. " My voice sounded happy, up until the point where I mentioned Mellie. Once again realizing the position we were in. Fitz's smile also started to fade when I mention her. At that moment he too realized the situation we were all in.
"Wait. Just sit with me here for a few more minutes. Before our time together is ruined. All I want right now is to just be with you. Just a few more minutes." He said with both sincerity and fear that he would once again lose me like he did when I resigned a year ago without saying good-bye, and the time that he officially let me go in the restaurant.
I nodded my head and sat next to him on the bed, and laid my head ever so gently on his shoulder. Slowly I breathed, afraid that I would cry once again, and trying as hard as I could to enjoy the moment we had together. But as much as I wanted to, all I could think about is the fear of losing him once again, and not being able to be with him like this. The way that I have wanted to for so long.
"How did we let things get this far Liv? Why didn't I leave Mellie when I had the chance? I could have ended it all before all of this. Before the presidency, before the sex tape that put us where we are right now. Why? Why wasn't I strong enough? Why didn't I just wait for you to come into my life?" All of these questions made him regret every decision that involved me and him. He hated himself so much. The man that he wanted to be for both us, was the exact opposite. In Fitz's eyes the kind of man that he had become when it came to his Olivia, was a monster.
"It's not your fault Fitz. If anything I should take most of the blame. All I have been doing is fighting you on this. Pushing you to stay with Mellie, and be the man that I wanted you to be. To be the president of the United States. To be a loving husband and father that I know you are. But now all of that has changed." I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked at him with sincerity, and sadness.
"When I saw you get shot I felt like my world was about to fall apart. Now all I want is to be with you. So no more resisting the chance to be together. No matter how we choose to live our lives, all I want is to be with you." I shed a few tears as I say these words to him, and am overjoyed to be finally telling him this. To finally make the choice that I want without worrying about my carrier or the kind of woman that it would make me. All that mattered was that I could be with him, and finally we both wanted the same things which I had denied us for so long.
"Do you mean that? Do you really mean that? Being in the hospital or not?" He says trying to reassure himself that this was really what I wanted and that this was real.
I nodded my head, and smiled at him while small tears of joy fell down my cheek. Now I could once again feel the happiness that I have been without for a year. The longest, hardest, and loneliest year of my life.
"So we're in this together?" He smiled and looked into my eyes. The same smile and eyes that I fell in love with that first day we met, and the time he had declared to the world during the debate that "He was a man in love with an incredible woman."
I nodded once more. Still overjoyed with that fact that we once again had a chance of being together, like we did during the campaign, and at Camp David. And the fact that the man that I loved was alive and still in love with me.
"We're in this together." I managed to say while trying to compose myself from crying even more. And resisting the possibility of becoming one of those women that cries every time she is happy. Slowly I get up off of the bed and slowly head towards the door.
"I'm going to go get the doctor, and let Cyrus know that you are ok." Wiping away the tears that remained to draw away suspicion from anyone that saw me leave his room.
"Come back soon. I love you." He said and looked at her as though he were looking at an angel.
"I love you too." I said and I walked out of the room and told the nurse to page the doctor because the President was awake. Then I called Cyrus to tell him the good news. All I could do was think about Fitz, and how grateful I am to finally be once again re-united with the man that I love. Though our journey may be long and rough, it didn't matter anymore. All that matter was that he was alive and that we would be together once again.