Sight of the Sun
by: Fun.
I should have closed the curtains.
The thought was the first to enter Fitz's mind as he slowly blinked into consciousness. The early morning sunlight streamed harshly through the uncovered windows, landing in large, bright swaths across his bed. The glare he leveled at the windows was one generally only reserved for Cyrus and/or Mellie's bullshit. Waking him from a warm, comfortable slumber was certainly deserving of such a reaction.
The disgruntled groan from his side stopped his attempts to slide out of bed. His lips curled upward as his attention turned to the woman nestled into his side. She held her pillow in a deathgrip. There was a slight wet patch near her cheek where she had drooled at some point in the night. Her hair was splayed across the white pillowcase, doing its best impression of Medusa.
No one would ever accuse Olivia Pope of sleeping like an angel.
But that was just one of many things Fitz had fallen in love with since their meeting on his first campaign. There was something oddly endearing about the way she slept. And, for the first time since they had begun whatever this was, he was getting a glimpse of Olivia in the morning sunlight. Normally, he, or Olivia, would be gone by now. If they were at her apartment, he would have snuck out before the light had ever touched the sky. When the roles were reversed…well this was Olivia's first time allowing herself to fall asleep after an evening together at the White House.
And Fitz already had a million reasons why this should be a regular occurrence.
He couldn't remember a time he had woken feeling this refreshed. Or a time he had slept through an entire night. It didn't hurt that Olivia had helped to chase the ever present chill from the room.
Tearing his gaze from her sleeping form, he managed to slip out of the bed without disturbing her and pad across the floor. Before yanking the curtains closed, he turned to look at the bed - at Olivia, peacefully lying in the golden glow.
Unbidden, his thoughts turned to their future - to how she might look in this same situation years (definitely years) from now. She would be older, yes, but Olivia was like a fine wine. In this scenario, though, Fitz could clearly picture her, carrying their child, and that thought alone caused a smile that was sure to make his cheeks ache.
It was a scenario he hadn't allowed himself to dwell on too much in the past. There was always a reason it would never work between them - his career, her career, his wife. He shook his head at that intrusive thought, and, shortly before closing the curtains and plunging the room in blissful darkness, allowed a cheerier one to replace it:
Mellie has to go. This is my future.