Mellie's in Fitz's arms, sitting in his lap in the waiting room. She didn't give a damn about the looks she was getting right now, she really needed her husband. She needed to be held right now, in the midst of everything that was going on with their baby boy. They didn't want them in the room while they checked him out, since Mellie was panicking and was in extreme mommy mode. The doctors couldn't do their jobs with Mellie screaming in their ears, so it was decided that having the two of them wait in the waiting room, was the best idea.
"Mels..." Fitz whispered, sighing quietly as he rubbed down her back. He brushed her skirt down, making sure that her ass was covered. They didn't need pictures of her ass splattered across the Times in the morning. "It's gonna be okay." He told her, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head. Mellie nodded slowly, resting her head against his shoulder. She hadn't said a word since she had showed up at the hospital. Teddy was sleeping in a chair next to them, his arm around his stuffed lion, and his other hand gripping Mellie's hand.
Fitz held Mellie, sighing as he realized how absolutely weak she was. It was a little over a year ago that they were in this same position, when Jerry died, but Fitz hadn't been there for her while they were at the hospital, only once they gotten home. But only once. Only that one time after they got home did he comfort her like he should have, like he should have as her lover, her husband, and the father of their dead child. He should have been there for her, but he wasn't. He was so caught up in himself after not only losing Jerry, but also losing Olivia, that he didn't pay attention to Mellie the way that he should have. And like he felt bad about so many things, he felt bad about that.
He kissed her head once more, realizing after a while that she had fallen asleep in his arms. He continued to rub her back, looking up once a doctor walked over to them. He didn't move, not wanting to wake Mellie, but let the doctor know that he was listening by nodding slightly. "Your son is fine, Mr. President. He just had a very high fever, which is what spiked his seizure. I would like to keep him here for the evening, but as long as things go well, you and Mrs. Grant can take him home in the morning."
"Thank you." Fitz whispered, smiling up at the doctor. "I really appreciate it. We both do. I'm sure if Mellie was awake, she'd be thanking you too."
"You two can go in the room with him whenever you would like to." He told him, nodding.
Fitz nodded slowly, not wanting to wake up his precious wife. "We'll go when she wakes up. Thank you." He told him, watching as the doctor walked away. He held Mellie until she woke up a few hours later, looking around for a second before looking up at her husband. "Hi, beautiful." Fitz whispered, gently rubbing her lower back. "B's fine. He just had a fever. They're keeping him here for the night, and we can take him home in the morning if everything goes okay tonight."
"Can we go see him?" She asked quietly, clearly not still completely awake. Fitz just nodded and she carefully climbed off of his lap and picked up the sleeping toddler, making sure she picked up his blanket and lion as well. Mellie looked up at Fitz, who led the way to Ben's room. They walked in silence and sat in the chairs surrounding the crib that they had their little boy in. The infant was sleeping soundly, his breathing slow, but at a normal pace. Mellie looked at him and smiled softly, blowing him a kiss. She rested Teddy in her lap and gently rocked him to ensure that he stayed asleep.
They say and watched Ben continuously for the next twelve hours, until his doctor came in and told them that they could take him home. Teddy was playing at Mellie's feet, and the second he heard anything about leaving, he immediately climbed into her lap and held onto her for dear life. He gripped her shoulders and whined quietly and Mellie just laughed, standing up and holding the little boy against her. "I guess daddy has to carry Benny."
Fitz smiled and took the baby into his arms, laughing as the little boy tugged at his hair, and was clearly returned to his normal, happy self. He carried him out of the hospital, following Mellie to the car and watching her play with Teddy as they rode back to the house.
"Teddy's getting really clingy, Mel..." Fitz sighed, looking at his wife and his son, who was sleeping directly on top of Mellie, his head nuzzled in between her breasts. "He's never away from you anymore. Which isn't really a problem, I just mean, you can barely spend time with Bellie and Ben because Teddy is always on your hip."
"Fitz, don't complain. It's fine." She rubbed Teddy's back, looking down at the little boy, who was sleeping ever so calmly in nothing but his diaper. "I get to spend time with the twins all the time. I'm the one who gets up and feeds them every three hours, remember? They're not neglected by me in any way possible."
Fitz sighed, shaking his head. "I'm not saying they're neglected, Mel." He frowned and walked into the closet, looking for pajamas to change into. "I'm just saying that maybe Teddy doesn't have to be on you like a leech every minute of every day."
"Fitzgerald, you did not just call our son a leech."
He walked out of the closet in a pair of plaid pajama pants and shook his head. "Mellie, I didn't mean it like that..."
She sighed. "Then how did you mean it, Fitz? You just called our baby boy a parasite." She kept her eyes locked on Teddy, holding him close as Fitz tried to think of a way to get out of the mess he was in. He just grabbed his pillow and sighed, frowning as he looked at her.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it. I'm going to sleep in Jerry's room." He put the pillow under his arm and sighed, kissing Mellie's forehead before kissing Teddy's cheek. "Goodnight. I love you both."
He walked out and Mellie just frowned, looking at the wall. She moved Teddy to the spot next to her and wrapped her arm around him, closing her eyes and attempting to fall asleep. This was definitely not the way that she had wanted to end the night.