~ Baby Boy ~
Scandal is not mine. And this hiatus is killing me softly.
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"Harrison."
Fitz and Olivia are snuggled up on their couch. She lies in between his legs, her back resting warmly against his chest. And his hands are on her pregnant belly, his lips pressing the softest of kisses to her shoulder, her neck, her ear. Whenever he feels like it.
Fitz pulls her a bit closer, holds her a little bit tighter. He knows how important Harrison is to her, even now, years after he's been gone. He's a best friend. A brother. A gladiator. He knows she misses him. Wishes he was here. He knows it still hurts. And that hurts him, too.
"Harrison?" He asks gently.
"We're having a baby boy," Olivia brings Fitz's fingers to her lips and kisses his palm before placing them back on her stomach, smiling softly, "And I want to name him Harrison."
They hadn't discussed names yet, not really. Fitz had a few in mind, some he was considering, but – Harrison.
"It's perfect, Livy," he kisses her hair, "Perfect."
His hands run over her stomach, slipping under her t-shirt. Her skin's so warm, so soft, and he feels their baby boy kicking. They're having a baby boy.
They're quiet. No words are needed – not when they're so close, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Not when their hearts are so full and happy and complete. Not when they're going to have a family, a little boy. He won't be perfect, of course. But he'll be theirs.
"Sit up," Fitz whispers, a hint of a smile on his lips, placing just one more kiss to her shoulder, one that makes her toes curl.
She does, and he ignores the sudden chill now that they're not pressed together, and gets down on the floor. Now he's on his knees, in between her legs, looking up at her, at his best friend, at his wife, at his Livy, and he smiles, brighter than all of the stars in the sky.
"Hi," he says.
She laughs. Rolls her eyes – fondly. Adoringly. In love. She strokes his cheek. And she mumurs back to him, "Hi."
He kisses her belly, eyes filled with so much love that Olivia's heart hurts, in the best way, just from watching him.
"Hi, Harrison," he coos.
"He's gonna be a handsome one," Olivia says, interlacing their fingers so effortlessly, like it's second nature. "Just like his Daddy."
Fitz shakes his head, eyes closed, grinning. Sometimes it just – hits him. How much he adores her.
"Your mommy is beautiful, Harrison," he tells their little boy, still looking at Olivia's stomach. Then, he his wife – he looks at his wife. Falls in love all over again, "Absolutely gorgeous."
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A/N
Seriously. I need olitz babies. And I need their son to be named Harrison. Pleasepleaseplease.
Sorry it's been so long. And this is embarrassingly short, but – hope you liked! :)