A/N: Somebody requested a pregnancy announcement in the comments. So… wish granted! At least in my own twisted and angsty way. ;)

(This is set just weeks after the last chapter)

Enjoy

Xx Kate

Fitzgerald Grant woke to the distinct sound of retching. It took only a moment to gather that his wife was no longer in bed and that it must be her in the bathroom vomiting. It took him only another moment to decide that he should probably pull himself out of bed and go check on her. It had been exactly three weeks since the couple had stopped trying to get pregnant. Three weeks was just about how long it had taken Mellie to get sick and find out about Karen, he recalled. Fitz flung his legs over the side of the bed and glanced at the clock, it read 5:37AM. He groaned inwardly and hobbled to the bathroom door, still half asleep. He didn't bother to knock.

His wife was slumped over the toilet, her hair fanning over her face. She glanced up as Fitz walked in. Her skin was a ghostly white and her eyes were dark with exhaustion. She looked so ungodly that Fitz almost laughed. He tried to hide his smile but Mellie must have been able to detect it because she glared heavily, "It's not funny," she moaned.

"Sorry," Fitz recovered, "Uhh… you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" She snapped, before dry heaving again into the bowl.

"Right," he said awkwardly.

Mellie crossed her arms over the toilet seat and rested her tired head, closing her eyes momentarily; she tried to make the world stop spinning. Fitz being in here really didn't help. She hated him to see her vulnerable.

"So…does this mean… it worked? You're pregnant?" Fitz asked.

Mellie looked up at him and sighed, "I don't know…I guess I'll have to make an appointment today."

"Alright," he mumbled.

Mellie started to heave again and this time Fitz rushed to hold back her hair. She lurched a few more times and glanced tiredly up at her husband, "Don't sound so excited, Fitz," she panted, smiling sarcastically.

Fitz sighed and grabbed a washcloth from the sink. After wetting it with cold water he bent down so he was eye-level with Mellie, "I hate what we're doing," he told her. But something about his voice was unreadable. Mellie waited for him to explain, but he didn't. Not right away. The couple searched each other's eyes as Fitz wiped his wife's perspiring brow, "But I'm going to try to be there for you."

Mellie's breathing hitched and she bit her lip to hold back tears. She didn't need a test to tell her she was pregnant. Her hormones were all over the place and her face was betraying her. She didn't quite want to accept what she knew was true. The stark reality of the situation was suddenly hitting her like a freight train.

Fitz tucked a stray hair behind Mellie's ear and sighed, "Our relationship is so beyond fucked up, it's not even funny. But I'm not about to bring a child into this world with parents who can't even have a conversation without fighting."
"Fitz, I'm –

"That means we've got approximately eight months to figure our shit out," Fitz interrupted, "And no, not to save our marriage…that scenario, I think, is long gone. We need to figure out our partnership, so that we can be a responsible, united, and loving unit for this baby," he finished.

Mellie huffed and placed her hand on top of her husband's, "Fitz, we don't even know if I'm pregnant, let's wait and see –

"I know you're pregnant," Fitz laughed, "this is exactly how you were with both Jerry and Karen."
Mellie frowned and groaned, "You're right."

"I'm having serious déjà vu," Fitz chuckled, looking around the room and then back at his wife.

Mellie rubbed her face with her hand and smirked sadly, "It's not quite the same, though, is it?"

Fitz looked down at their linked hands, "No, it's not."

Mellie squeezed Fitz' hand but her grasp was weak, "Was this a huge mistake?"

"Yes," Fitz answered without waiting a beat, "But it's a little late to be realizing that now, Melody Grant," he laughed. His voice was light and forgiving. There was no point in chastising Mellie for what was already a done deal. Time to move forward, he decided, looking at this exhausted woman in front of him. There was no going back.

Mellie smiled weakly at her husband and tentatively laid her head against his torso, she was drained, "Is this okay?" she asked, her eyes already shutting.
"It's okay," he murmured, rubbing her upper back with the palm of his hand. Within minutes Mellie was passed out, her cheek pressed against Fitz' chest, one hand gripping at his shirt and the other curled against her own face. It was a rare moment and Fitz found himself savoring it. He spent a few minutes just combing through her matted hair with his fingers and then finally pulled his wife up and into his arms.

"I'm so sorry," Mellie mumbled into his shoulder as he made his way to their bed.

Fitz laid her down and then crawled in beside her. For the first time in what seemed like forever he allowed their bodies to melt into one. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and sprawled his fingers across her still flat abdomen. It wasn't forced and it wasn't awkward. In that moment, it was just a husband and a wife holding each other for support. Mellie was his wife… no matter how hard she was to deal with at times. He had chosen her and there had been reason for it, and there had to be a reason for the impossible situation they were about to endure. Fitz was determined to find out what that reason was and to do that he had to forgive Mellie. Fitz leaned over her and kissed the side of her face, "It'll be okay, champ. I'll be here," he whispered into her ear.