"Mellie..."

"Don't speak to me."

"Mels."

"Don't call me that."

"Mellie, baby..."

"Go to hell."

Fitz sighed, looking at her. She was lying on her side, facing away from him. The sheet was pulled up over her chest and she was holding it tight, as if she was insecure about how she looked, now, all of a sudden. Fitz stared at her for a second before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and pulling on his boxers.

He got out of bed and went to the closet, getting dressed in a pair of pajama pants and his Navy t-shirt. He ran his hand through his hair, sighing to himself. He had messed up bad. It was bad enough that he was thinking about Liv while having sex with Mellie. It was even worse that he had said her name. Mellie was never going to forgive him. He didn't expect her to.

He walked back into the bedroom, seeing Mellie in the exact same position that she was in when he had gotten up. He grabbed his pillow and looked at her, biting down on his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Mels."

"I said go to hell, Fitzgerald." She responded simply, her voice breaking. She was trying to hide it, but it was difficult. She was hurt. She was extremely hurt. Why would he call her Liv? Why was he even thinking about Liv?

He watched her for a second before leaving the room, going into his oldest son's room and laying down on the bed. He stared at the wall in the dark, taking a deep breath as he looked in front of him. He had seen Olivia the night before. She had been out trick or treating with Jake and with their…baby. For some reason, that had been eating at Fitz. He didn't care about her, he didn't want her back. He wanted nothing to do with her. But the thought of her being with someone else, the thought of her having a child with someone else, now that ate at him. That bothered him. He couldn't exactly explain why, but for some reason, it really got to him.

He hadn't even been thinking of Olivia while he was having sex with Mellie. Her name just happened to come out. He couldn't even explain how it had happened, so he knew that he definitely wasn't going to fix things with Mellie any time soon.

Fitz sighed as he laid there all night, unable to fall asleep. His mind was too full of thoughts.

Mellie couldn't sleep either. She was too busy sitting up crying. She couldn't believe that Fitz had ever said Olivia's name near her, much less while they were being intimate with one another. She curled up in a ball as she thought, her self-esteem getting lower and lower with each and every minute that passed by. After a few hours of restless tossing and turning as she attempted to fall asleep, she got up and got dressed, throwing some clothes in a bag before leaving the room and going to Blair House. She didn't want to be anywhere near Fitz.

In the morning, Fitz got out of bed and went into their room to take a shower, surprised when Mellie wasn't in bed. He checked in the bathroom, even more confused when she wasn't in there. He brushed it off and took a shower, going to his office. When he hadn't heard from her all day, he decided that it was time to talk to her Chief of Staff to see where she was.

When he found out that Mellie was at Blair House, he walked through the tunnels, going in and sighing when he saw her lying on the couch with a bottle of Hooch sitting on the table in front of her. He didn't say anything about it, knowing that nearly anything he said to her was going to piss her off. And he didn't want to get off on the wrong foot. Not right now.

"Didn't I tell you to go to hell?"

Fitz sighed and walked over closer to his wife. "Mellie, let me explain…"

She sat up, looking at him. "What in the hell is there to explain, Fitz? There is absolutely no excuse for why you referred to me as 'Liv'. None. You were thinking about her while we were having sex. You were thinking about the mistress who you've apparently been over for over a year while you were making love with your wife. What excuse is there for that?"

"There's not an excuse. I'm sorry. It was a mistake, Mellie, and I will spend every day of my life trying to make it up to you. I haven't been thinking about her. I saw her the night we took the kids trick or treating and I just…It hit me badly, Mel. I'm sorry. I don't think about her when I'm with you, so I don't know why that came out of my mouth…"

Mellie just shook her head, letting out a quiet sigh. "Go to hell, Fitz."

"Is that all that you have to say to me? Is that all that you can come up with?" Fitz shot back, looking at his wife.

She shook her head once more. "No. How about you go screw yourself?"

"How about you come up with something better to say instead of hiding how you're feeling and being a bitch?"

"How about you don't call the mother of your children a bitch?" Mellie glared at him, fire in her eyes.

"How about you actually tell me how you're feeling?"

"How I'm feeling?" Mellie's mouth dropped and she shook her head. "How I'm feeling? I'm feeling like a failure. I'm feeling like a failure as a wife and as a lover. I'm feeling like an all-around failure because I can't even pleasure my husband better than his mistress can…could. I'm feeling like a failure because I can't get my husband to focus on me when we're sleeping together…" She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Fitz, I am hurt. I am beyond hurt. I can't even begin to explain how hurt I am. Maybe you weren't thinking about her, maybe you haven't thought about her…But I thought we were over this. I thought that maybe I was never going to have to hear another word about her again. But instead, I'm hearing her name while my husband is coming inside of me…And that's the absolute worst time to be hearing her name." She paused for a moment.

"It would be bad enough to hear you talk about her again, to hear you say her name. It's worse to have to hear you call me her name. It's the absolute worst shot to the heart to have you call me her name while we're having sex. That's how I'm feeling, Fitz…"

Fitz didn't know whether to hold her or just continue sitting there, but he figured it was best to stay where he was. He didn't want to wrap his arms around her and scare her away, especially when she had just opened up to him. She never did that. "Mellie, baby…I didn't mean to. I told you that. And I know that's the biggest, most shittiest excuse ever. And I wish that I had a reason. I wish that I had an excuse to give you, but I don't, Mel. It just came out. But you are the one that I want. You are my wife. You are my everything. You're the only one that I ever want to be close to like that again. You're the one that I want to fall asleep next to every night and wake up with every morning. You are my world. And I hope that I can convince you of that."

He sighed. "I know I've given you no good reason to believe me…I know that you've doubted me in the past and that I've given you more than enough reason to, but don't give up on me…I hate that I said that. I hate that I hurt you. I hate that I made you think that you're not good enough for me, that you can't please me like she can. Because God, Mel…That's so far from true. You are better than her in each and every way possible. You are who I want. You are who I love. And I'm sorry that I screwed up all those years. I'm sorry that I made you believe that you weren't good enough. I'm sorry that I did this to you, and I'm sorry that I've hurt you so badly…"

"You have no idea how bad it hurts, Fitz…How bad it hurts me physically and emotionally, every single time that I have to hear her name. I know that she helped us and I know that she is the main reason that we're in this house, but she's done more bad that good…I almost lost you because of her. And to even hear you, or anyone for that matter, to hear anyone speaking of her, it hurts me. And I know it's my own insecurities, and I know it's my jealousy issues, but I can't help it…I can't help being insecure when I think about her because you nearly divorced me. You nearly left me for her. You nearly left me for a house in Vermont with her and a bunch of beautiful babies…"

Fitz nodded, sighing slightly as he listened to her. "I know, Mel…And I hate that I did that to you. I hate that I turned you into a person that can't even hear her name without feeling insecure. I hate that I've belittled you so much that you have to worry every time that anyone mentions her." He reached over and softly rubbed her back, surprised when she didn't move away from his touch. "We've obviously got a lot to keep working on, Mellie. But it's worth it. Anything is worth it for you. And I don't ever want you to think that there's any chance in the world that I will ever leave you. You're stuck with me, Mellie Grant…" He reached for her hand with his free hand and squeezed it softly. "You are my world, you're my everything. You and our children, you six are the most important things to me. And it kills me to think that I didn't realize that sooner. Mellie, Liv clouded my judgment. No, I wasn't 100% happy with our marriage before she came along, but that was my father's fault…That was my fault. That had nothing to do with you. I should've noticed that something was wrong a hell of a long time before you had to tell me what happened. I should've realized that you had changed before you had Jerry, that your 'having a baby changed me' excuse was invalid because you had changed before that…I should have paid more attention to you."

Mellie just nodded, resting her head against Fitz's shoulder and gently squeezing his hand. "It's okay. That's the past. My insecurities are just something that I'm going to have to learn to deal with. I'll get over it eventually. I know that you're mine. I know that nothing's going to come between us. I'm just always going to be worried in the back of my mind." She sighed and Fitz nodded, leaning over and kissing the top of her head.

"I know. And I'm sorry. But I promise you, I swear to you that it's gonna be okay. We're going to be okay, Mels." He whispered, continuing to rub her back as he spoke to her. "I love you more than the world, baby. It's you and me. You and me and our beautiful children." Fitz smiled. "And our beautiful children are more beautiful than any children could ever be."

Mellie smiled, closing her eyes. "I love you too. And you're right. They really are, aren't they?"

"So we're good?"

She nodded and squeezed his hand tight, her thumb running over his wedding ring. "We're good."