LIV'S POV

I Shot up realizing i fell asleep again but i was in a hospital room now and i had a head ache even though it was just the sun that was shining through. The doctor came in and i could see i was in a private section of a hospital.

"Mrs. Grant" she smiled "i see you're awake" she closed the curtains and dimmed the light on leaving us almost in the dark

"Where's my daughter?! My baby...i have to go home" i started fumbling with the wires in my arm, trying to remove the oxygen tube from under my nose. The doctor walked over towards me and i screamed

"don't touch me! Where's my daughter?! My baby"

"I DON'T CARE IF I CAN'T BE BACK HERE! SHE NEEDS TO SEE HER. SHE'LL CALM DOWN!" Fitz yelled as he walked down the hallway. I stopped yelling and watched as he came into the room with Emmy. She was sad and they both looked so tired. I reached out for her and watched as she curled up against my chest crying.

"It's okay" i was avoiding looking Fitz in the eye. He must be so angry with me.

"Mrs. Grant, the baby was well taken care of but you suffered a lot of stress this past few weeks. You came close to loosing him. You need to keep your blood pressure down"

"The baby is okay?!"

"The baby is fine" she nodded and left the room with Fitz. It was just Emmy and i. She was skinnier, even after 3 weeks.

"Tell me about school" i started as she calmed down sucking her thumb. She always did that when she was sad

"Daddy pulled me out, Kate tutors me"

"How's that?"

"It's okay, Charlie's in my class"

I laughed for the first time in weeks as she told me stories about her and Charlie's daily adventures. She fell asleep next to me and somewhere in between the silence and watching her i fell back asleep

(Break)

"Hi" Fitz started as i sat up. The blinds were open a little which hurt my eyes a bit but it wasn't as painful as yesterday.

"Hi"

"What were you thinking?! Slipping your detail!" He said concerned

"I needed a break"

"You are the first lady, you don't get breaks!" He yelled making me jump.

"Well maybe if you hadn't left pissed off i wouldn't have left the white house"

He stopped pacing and came to sit down beside me "You're saying this is my fault" he stated.

I didn't answer because i saw the way i had just hurt him. I kept my mouth shut and rolled away from him.

FITZ'S POV

"She blames me for what happened" i said when came to visit her.

"She needs someone to blame, this is PTSD. She needs to work through it. The darkness isn't helping her situation either"

"She has migraines when it's too bright"

"Here" he hands me a pair of sunglasses "she can't fight, you have to fight for her"

I nodded and walked into the room making Olivia flicker her eyes over to me. Her bruise was fading around her eye and her lip was getting better but she looked exhausted.

"Put these on" i handed them to her "please Livvie"

She nodded and put them on as i walked over towards the window and pulled the curtain open slowly. She turned away from the light but didn't dismiss it.

"You are a stubborn woman" i whispered as i sat down in the hospital chair. I had been sleeping there for the past 3 days even if she wasn't speaking to me, or anyone other than Emmy. I kicked my feet up and rested them on her lap.

"This is worst than the silent treatment, or sleeping on the couch" i rambled on hoping eventually she would yell at me or tell me to shut up, just talk.

I laughed at the last time i slept on the couch. She had told the staff to lock every spare bedroom off so i ended up on the couch in the living room.

"We can talk about what happened to you Livvie, we can get through this. You are strong and i love you and i am NOT letting you just give up"

I watched as she looked over at me but said nothing

"What colour are we painting the nursery? Yellow?" I started on a new subject

Her eyebrows rose and for a split second it was like she came back.

"It's a boy.. I had an ultrasound.. It's a boy" she smiled faintly.

"A boy?"

She nodded "i don't want to talk anymore, can you just sleep with me"

"Okay" i nodded and folded my arms trying to get comfortable

"I meant with me" she pouted and moved over lifting the covers of the bed.

"Are you sure?" She nodded as i climbed in with her. She laid down against my chest, her 5 month old stomach pressing against my side.

"I'm sorry" she whispered as i played with her hair "i'm sorry"

She tilted her head up and pressed her lips against mine.

She was released a week later and went straight into our bedroom. Smiling politely as the staff greeted her but once she was in my navy t-shirt she knocked out.

"Hello?" I answered my cell in one morning.

"Fitz?"

"Anna" i said softly. She had refused to believe her mother did this. Maya pope was now in a holding cell in super max.

"How is she?"

"Physically she's fine"

"And mentally?"

"She's not speaking, she's sleeping or she's staring into space"

"Give her time"

"2 weeks without talking is plenty"

"Then fight for her Fitz"

(Break)

"Maybe Emmy should go back to a new school" i said as i rubbed her stomach. Something she still let me do, she was growing quickly.

"What? Why? I like her being here" she had grown over protective needing an update every hour of the status of our daughter

"Like boarding school, just for a bit" her eyes lit up with fire as she was about to rip me a new one.

"EMMY IS NOT GOING TO BOARDING SCHOOL, you can't just ship her off like that"

"She needs a fresh start"

"We all do doesn't mean she's leaving, no" she crossed her arms and turned away from me