Chapter Twelve: Confirmation

The next morning Fitz woke up before Olivia did. She was still lying on her stomach in his bed with the sheet around her waist and a halo of bed hair around her shoulders. Fitz didn't know whether or not to wake her. Did her make her breakfast? Would that be weird? Well things were already going to be weird when she woke up, he already knew that. This would be the second time the two of them woke up in a situation like this. And if the first reaction was any indication on the second, this wasn't going to be pretty.

Fitz finally decided to let Olivia sleep, since he wasn't ready to be yelled at, although she was the one who had come onto him the night before. Fitz made a mental note to not bring that up when Olivia was yelling at him later. It would only make matters worse.

Fitz picked his boxers up from the ground and slid them back on. He quietly made his way into the kitchen, making sure not to make too much noise and wake Olivia up. He started the coffee pot, and opened his fridge to make breakfast. Upon further inspection of his fridge, Fitz realized he had no food to make anything. All that was in his fridge was a loaf of bread, one peach, jelly and a jug of milk that Fitz was sure had expired. Fitz took the bread out the fridge, knowing how much Olivia hated when he put bread in the fridge. He popped a couple of pieces in his toaster and took out a stick of butter. Olivia would have to settle for some toast and grape jelly for breakfast this morning.

Fitz was giving Olivia's toast one last swipe of jelly when she came walking through his bedroom door. She was holding the sheet up to her body with a small, tentative smile on her face. Fitz was unsure about that smile, but this morning was already better than the first.

"Have you seen my dress?" Olivia asked quietly, trying to smooth her tangled hair down. She'd curse herself later for letting her hair get like this.

Fitz smiled and pointed to where he'd taken it off last night on the couch. Olivia offered him a quick thanks, before walking over to the couch to get her dress. Fitz got a quick peek of Olivia in her bra and panties when she dropped the sheet to put her dress back on. When she was finished, she walked back to Fitz in the kitchen and turned with her back to him. Fitz granted her silent plea and zipped her dress up.

"What's that?" Olivia pointed over to the small mess he was making on the counter top.

"Well I was contemplating whether or not I should make you breakfast. Then I realized I haven't gone grocery shopping. So we have toast with grape jelly and a peach in the fridge."

Olivia picked up one of the pieces of toast and took a bite. "Was this bread in the fridge?" Olivia asked mid chew.

Fitz shrugged. "So what if it was."

Olivia stared at him before asking. "Why'd you leave?" Olivia didn't have to elaborate anymore, Fitz knew she was speaking of the bed this morning.

Fitz shrugged again, and looked away from Olivia, swiping some jelly on a piece of bread for himself. "Because the last time we woke sleeping in the same bed together, you kind of freaked out on me."

Olivia nodded, he had a point. "Right. So how'd I do this time?"

Fitz mimicked Olivia's head nod, "Better."

"So…"

"So." Fitz mimicked again.

"What are we doing Fitz?" Olivia asked. She honestly needed to know, because she didn't know what to make of the two of them right now. This would be the second time they'd spent the night together and the third occasion they'd had sex. What were they doing?

"I don't know Olivia. Honestly, I thought you'd be the one to tell me."

"Well I don't know either. I'm just as confused as you are." Olivia played with her toast for a while. "I… I think last night we were both just… emotional. And I didn't plan that last night, just so you know, I was just trying to comfort you. It seems even after all this time, I still feel the need to make you feel better when you're upset."

"Do you regret what happened between us last night?" That was the only question in Fitz's mind. If Olivia had asked him that same question, he'd know his answer right away. No, He didn't regret one thing last night. It felt good, it felt amazing. He felt alive for the first time in weeks. Having his wife back in his arms was the greatest feeling in the world. "Do you regret it Liv?"

Olivia shook her head before she answered. "No. I don't." Fitz silently breathe a sigh of relief when she answered him. He'd honestly thought she was going to say yes. Fitz was about to say something, but he was cut off by Olivia's ringing phone.

"Shoot. Where's my purse." Fitz pointed again over to the chair in the living room. "Hello?" Olivia answered the phone when she saw it was her mother calling. "No, ma it's just her eczema. Her cream is at the house... Yeah, it's in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom… Okay, I'll be home soon."

"Hey Fitz, I'm sorry, I have to go."

"I heard."

"Are we…"

"We'll talk later."

"Yeah, okay… um bye." Olivia slipped her heels on, grabbed her purse and walked to the door. Before she left, she stopped in the kitchen intending on giving Fitz a simple kiss on the lips. Instead, Fitz traps her between himself and the bar and gives her a more aggressive sendoff.

X

Two Months Later…

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, Olivia wasn't at work and really had nothing to do that day. So she sat on her front porch swing watching Erika play with Sophia and Belle on the front lawn. They were sitting on a big sparkling pink blanket having a tea party, but Sophia clearly didn't know how to play. Every time Belle would setup the plates, Sophia would knock them over or throw them somewhere in the grass. Belle finally gave up and settled for just playing dolls. It was cute to watch, because as many dolls as Belle had, she still liked to pretend that Sophia was her baby too. And Erika was being a big sport too, wearing the dress up boas and hats and gloves Belle picked out for them.

Quinn sat beside Olivia on the same porch swing with Jackson sleeping in a bouncer at their feet. Olivia hadn't invited any of them over this morning, they just came by, like they always did. Not that Olivia cared. She loved having people around the house. And it was good for Sophia to play with some kids every once in a while. Abby was busy making sure a wedding she planned went off without a hitch, to come to the impromptu girls day.

"So where is Javi today?" Olivia asked, taking a sip of her lemonade.

"With his father on a camping retreat with the boys in his cub scouts." Quinn answered. "Huck managed to get some time off to chaperone the kids. They left Friday morning and won't be back until late Sunday."

"I bet Huck is having a better time than the boys are. Sleeping in tents beneath the stars, camp fires, hiking. This must be the vacation of a lifetime, the only thing that would make it better for him is if he was alone."

"Right. And I know he's really enjoying fishing right now too. He was looking forward to teaching Javi how to fish. And I hope he learns quick, because whatever they catch that day is for breakfast, lunch and dinner that day."

"Ew, now that's just too much fish."

"Huck says its part if the camping experience. Honestly I wish Belle would join a club like that."

"Why."

"She's too much of a prissy, can't get dirty, has to wear dresses and ruffled socks every day princess." Olivia laughed, because that was the perfect description of Belle. "I mean I love my daughter, but sometimes I just want her to go outside and play and not come screaming to me when she gets a little dirt on her dress. She had a complete meltdown yesterday because she sat down on a chair and got her dress dirty."

"She's a true girly girl. Nothing wrong with that." Olivia laughed. She looked over to the girls, and noticed how Erika and Sophia were half on and half off of the blanket they were sitting on, but Belle made sure to stay all the way on the blanket. She was wearing one of her princess dress up dresses, no way she was getting that dirty.

"The other day I caught her trying to put on my makeup. She had on my jewelry and perfume and a blouse of mine that fit her like a dress. And to be honest, the makeup didn't look that bad for a five year old. But Huck had a fit when he saw all that makeup on her face."

"I can imagine."

"I don't know what he's going to do when Belle gets older and actually starts wearing that stuff. A teenage Belle is going to be hard to swallow, I can already tell."

"Hey I'm not going to talk, because I know I'll probably be the same way with Sophia, when she gets older."

"How does it feel now that the adoption is finalized?" Quinn asked.

"I feel so great." Sophia's adoption had been finalized or a couple of weeks now. Olivia had her final court date where a judge signed off on her adoption papers, Sophia was officially Olivia's. Olivia had been worried for a while, because she felt it was taking too long for the adoption to be finalized. To her, she was convinced that meant something was wrong.

"Sometimes I still worry that something is still going to go wrong, and I get a call saying they mad a mistake. But Ms. Hannigan assured me things were fine. And honestly I'm just glad it's all over with. I was tired of being worried that someone was going to come take my daughter away from me. Tired of people having unscheduled visits to my house to make sure I'm taking care of my daughter properly. Sophia is a happy and healthy baby, I'm taking good care of her."

"We know that, and so did that judge. No one is taking Sophia anywhere." Quinn squeezed Olivia's had affectionately. Olivia would like to feel as assured as everyone else was, but even though the judge signed off and the adoption as finalized, Olivia still couldn't fully relax. She was still worried that Sophia's birth mother or anyone would come back into their lives wanting Sophia back.

Sensing Olivia's discomfort, Quinn changed the topic of conversation, "Have you spoken with Carol lately? How is she doing? I haven't seen her since the funeral. Huck mentioned he ran into her at the grocery store and she look a bit off."

Olivia sighed. "Yeah, Gerry mention that she wasn't doing too well. He said Carol had started sleeping in Verna's old room. He has to remind her to take baths and to eat. He told me she barely gets out the house, and when she does, it's because he has to make her. I told Gerry she was just grieving, and that there is no real time limit on when a person has to stop grieving and it's only been two months since Verna passed. But he seemed real worried about her, so I recommended therapist to her. She has experience as a grief counselor as well, so maybe it'll help."

"How's Fitz doing?" Quinn asked. Olivia's face instantly changed and Quinn noticed. She looked nervous for whatever reason. Olivia wouldn't make eye contact with her.

"Why would you ask me that?"

Quinn scrunched her eyebrows, confused. "For the same reason I asked about Carol… What's wrong with you?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You just got like supper weird on me." Quinn chuckled.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did. The second I mentioned Fitz's name, your entire demeanor changed." Quinn eyed Olivia suspiciously, she knew something was up. Olivia was just acting too weird all of a sudden. "Did something happen with the two of you?"

"No." Olivia still wouldn't look at Quinn. Olivia had an excellent poker face, but sometimes she slipped and this was one of those times. Quinn saw right through her.

"You're lying." Quinn sat up, turning towards Olivia on the swing. "What are you hiding miss thing? What happened between you and Fitz?"

"Nothing Quinn."

"Don't tell me it's nothing, it's something." Quinn shoved Olivia's side, prodding her to speak, but she didn't. "Something happened with you and Fitz, you are acting way to strange. Spill."

"Erika is right there Quinn." Olivia pointed over to the girls on the front lawn.

"She can't hear us." Quinn waved it off. "Spill."

Olivia sighed, she knew she would tell someone eventually, but she didn't think it would be now. Especially not in front of Erika. But Olivia needed to get this off her chest, she needed to tell someone.

"I slept with Fitz again." Olivia finally admitted.

"I knew it!" Quinn shouted.

"Shut the hell up!" Olivia returned Quinn's shove from earlier.

Quinn slapped her hand over her mouth. "I fucking knew it." She spoke against her hand. "When did this happen?"

"Verna's funeral."

"You fucked at Verna's funeral?!"

"No! It happened later."

"How much later?"

"That night. After everyone started going home. Mom had Sophia, and I gave Fitz a ride home."

"I bet you did." Quinn snickered. "So what he do, invite you up?"

"No, I barely had the car parked, when he got out. I could tell he was upset and I didn't want to leave him alone."

"Mhm, so you followed him up and…"

"And he had a bottle out like he was about to just drink the entire night. I swear I only went up there to comfort him."

"With your vagina?"

"No Quinn." Olivia smacked Quin's arm, but couldn't help but laugh at her friend. "I was just going to talk to him. But he just looked so sad, and then he started crying. And I don't know what it is about big, strong men crying but…"

"You got turned on."

"No… Okay maybe a little, but no. But he just looked so upset and I don't like to see people upset. So I hugged him. And he just cried on my chest for… I don't know how long. Next thing I know, I'm on my knees between his legs kissing him. And the next, I'm on his lap and he's taking off my dress."

"What happened to not going there with him again?"

"Well Quinn I didn't plan it. I didn't plan the other times either. It just keeps happening."

"Did you spend the night with him?"

"Yeah. And the strange thing is, all the other times, in the back of the head I was telling myself I needed to stop. Asking myself what the hell was I doing and why. But that night… there was none of that. I wanted to be there, with him. And I wanted him to do everything he did to me. It felt… I felt like we were married again and in love. It felt like to first time we ever had sex. He was slow and gentle, the way he kissed me and caressed me. The way he starred into my eyes when he-"

"Okay bitch I need you to shut up, before I have to excuse myself to the bathroom."

Olivia laughed. "I'm sorry. It was just a great night. And when we were finally finished, he held me all night long. And I could feel him pulling me back to him whenever we would separate in our sleep. That was the best night's sleep I've had in a while."

"What happened that morning? What'd he say?"

"He wasn't in the bed when I woke up. I could hear him in the kitchen."

"You went through his things didn't you." Quinn accused.

"I didn't even say that."

"I know you Liv. You're nosy, you can't help yourself."

"Okay fine, I might have went through his things, but just the nightstand."

Quinn shook her head. "What'd you find?"

"Nothing really, just a typical male nightstand, a bunch of junk. Some magazines, Vaseline, tissue."

"Ew."

"Yeah. But then I found this framed picture of the two of us."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was a picture of the two of us on our honeymoon. I remember him saying it was his favorite picture of the two of us. And I also remembered looking for that picture after we divorced and couldn't find it anywhere. Turns out he's had it this whole time."

"And he keeps it in his nightstand, something he uses every day. He didn't just put it in a box in his closet, he made it a point to keep it close by."

"Quinn stop reading too much into things, it's just a picture."

"His favorite picture of his ex-wife. And he keeps it close for a reason Liv. Why else would he keep a picture of his ex-wife in his nightstand drawer?"

Olivia shrugged. "I don't know."

"Yes you do know. You just don't want to admit it."

"Admit what?

"That there is a chance that Fitz misses you. That maybe he actually regrets divorcing you. That maybe he wants to get back together. You don't want to admit it, because then you have to admit your feelings too. That you miss him too, that you regret divorcing him as well and you want to get back together with your ex."

"You got all that from one picture in his nightstand? Besides, I didn't say any of that."

"You didn't have to. It's my job as best friend to read between the lines. And you my friend miss him." Olivia looked at her with the saddest pair of eyes. "I know we all give you grief about this, Abby more so than anyone, but honey there's nothing wrong with you missing him. And there's nothing wrong with the two of you getting back together, if that's what you want."

"I don't know what I want." Olivia said honestly. "I've been so confused since that night. I haven't spoken to him since. He tried calling me a few times after that night, but I didn't answer any of them."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I don't know what to say to him. What am I supposed to say to him?"

"Tell him how you feel dummy. For all you know, he might feel the exact same way."

"And what if he doesn't? I don't handle rejection well Quinn. And it's not just me I have to worry about, I have Sophia now. The reason we divorced in the first place, was because he wants kids of his own. Am I to believe that he just suddenly changed his mind and will have no problem raising a child that isn't biologically his."

"It's been close to three years now Olivia. It's not so hard to believe that his views could've changed."

"And what if they haven't?"

"Well you'll never know if you never talk to the man. Damn, practice what you preach 'communication is key'. Isn't that what you tell all your patients."

That was what she always told her patients. Because although she could and did, she didn't like to always prescribe medication to her patients. She was one of the few psychiatrist that still believed in the power of communication.

"It might not matter anyway." Olivia said, staring out to the road in front of her home.

"Why do you say that?"

Olivia was quiet for a while, gazing out to the front lawn, until she finally answered. "I think I might be pregnant Quinn."

"WHAT?!" Quinn shouted, and this time she got the attention from Erika and the girls. They were all looking at her like she'd lost her mind.

"Will you please shut the hell up." Olivia growled through clenched teeth.

"You okay?" Erika called out from her spot on the blanket.

"She's fine." Olivia answered. "We're gonna take Jack in for a little while." Olivia got up from the swing, taking Jackson out the bouncer on her way inside. Quinn followed close behind her. Olivia felt that Jackson's diaper was mushy and needed to be changed. She sat down in her living room where the diaper bag was a changed him on her lap. She could feel Quinn's eyes on her as she changed the baby, but she ignored her. Olivia had just dropped an atomic bomb and left like nothing happened.

"Olivia don't act like you don't see me sitting here." Quinn said. "And don't act like you didn't say what you just said. Explain yourself."

"I think I might be pregnant."

"Yeah I got that. But what the fuck?"

"I've missed my period two months in a row. I'm the most regular woman ever, I'm never late and I'm never early. It comes the second week of every month like clockwork. But I missed last month and the month before. And in all my other pregnancies, I got morning sickness real early on, it was how I always knew I was pregnant. I've been throwing up a lot lately. Yesterday I almost threw up on Soph when I was changing her diaper."

"Okay, that could've just been Soph, her shit is explosive."

"I have that metallic taste in my mouth again. I got it with all my pregnancies. I've been eating peppermints like ice chips trying to get that taste out my mouth."

"Okay, that's a bit harder to discredit." Quinn sunk down in her seat. "Shit Liv." That was all she could think to say. "What are you going to do?" Quinn asked.

"What do you mean?" Olivia laid Jackson down on his back in Sophia's playpen, he quickly got distracted by the stars and moon mobile hanging above him.

"What do you mean what do I mean? You just told me you might be pregnant. When are you going to take a test to find out for sure? When are you going to tell Fitz?"

"Why should I tell him?"

"Because this would be his baby too… wouldn't it?"

"Of course it would, but what's that point in telling him?" Quinn was confused.

"Olivia-"

"I've been pregnant four times Quinn, possibly five now. And the first four ended the same way every time. What makes this time different?"

"Olivia you can't go into this thinking like that."

"Why not? Four pregnancies, four miscarriages. It only makes sense that this one would end that way too."

"Okay Olivia, I know you're only saying this, because you really think you're pregnant and you're trying to not get too excited."

How was it that Quinn knew her so well? "I really think I'm pregnant Quinn." Olivia whispered sadly. "I want to be happy, I want to get excited but… I just don't want to get my hopes up, just to have them all shattered when…" Olivia didn't finish. Quinn draped her arm around Olivia's shoulder and gave her a side hug. Olivia put her head on Quinn shoulder and let her friend comfort her.

"Let's just take this one step at a time okay. First things first, we need to find out for sure if you're pregnant or not Liv. Depending on what the home test says, we need to get you an appointment to confirm it. And depending on what the doctor says, you need to then tell Fitz." Olivia didn't like that part of the plan. "You may not want to, but you know you have to. I can go with you to your first appointment, but you still need to tell him."

"What if he's not happy by the news?"

"Are you kidding? That man loves kids, he'll be more than excited."

"His excitement about us having kids kind of died after my second miscarriage. The last two times I told him I was pregnant, he just said okay and went back to whatever he was doing. And now we're not even together anymore."

"He just might surprise you Liv."

Olivia groaned, and lay her head in Quinn's lap. "I can't believe this. What the fuck is going on with my life? It feels like some lifetime movie and I can't change the damn channel. Why the hell can't I get a handle on my love life?"

"I don't know babe, but I do know that the plot to this movie is about to get a whole lot thicker."

X

"Good game." Stephen said, taking his seat at the table. He, Fitz and Harrison had just finished a few rounds of golf and were now enjoying a drink and maybe some food at the club's bar.

"Yeah, how'd you get so good?" Fitz asked. Stephen wasn't a terrible golf player, but he wasn't a decent one either.

"Abby's uncle. She made me take a few lessons to kiss up to him. Son of a bitch still hates me." The guys laughed, they knew which Uncle Stephen was talking about. He did seem like a real ball buster at the wedding. "And he's not even her real uncle. He was just an old friend of her dad's and she grew up calling him her uncle."

"Well you know what they say, 'Happy wife…'"

"Happy life, I know." Stephen said. "And speaking of happy lives, how's things going with you and Erika?" Stephen asked Harrison.

Harrison got nervous all of a sudden. Erika was Fitz's sister, and he was right there. Harrison knew he wouldn't want to hear another man talk about dating his sister to his face, and he didn't think Fitz would either.

"It's uh… its fine, things are going great."

Fitz laughed, sensing Harrison's discomfort and knowing he was the cause. "Dude relax alright. You're dating my sister, I'm cool. You don't have to make it weird. You just better make sure you're good to her. I'd hate for our friendship to turn sour."

"Oh you don't have to tell me that. Olivia already threatened to cut off my balls if I ever even made Erika sad." Harrison nervously chuckled remembering their conversation. "And oddly enough, I actually think she would cut off my balls."

"Oh she would." Fitz laughed. "Olivia is fiercely protective of her family. And Erika has been tucked under Liv's wing for over ten years now. She'd do anything for her."

"And she also went to med school." Stephen added. "She'd know how to get the job done and make sure you're still breathing by the end of it."

"Gee thanks Stephen. That's what I needed to hear." Harrison smiled.

Stephen smiled. "Speaking of Liv, how is she Fitz?"

"What would make you think I know?"

"Well after you told me about what happened between the two of you, I would think you two were spending a lot of time together."

"What do you mean what happened?" Harrison asked out of the loop.

"Fitz and Liv." Stephen spoke with a high eyebrow and a drawn out speech. Harrison finally caught on.

"Oh! Damn, can't say I'm surprised."

"No one is. It was bound to happen." Stephen said. "So there's been no more hanky panky since then huh?"

Fitz shook his head. "You gossip more than a female, I swear."

"Whatever."

"And no, there hasn't. I haven't even talked to her since that night. I tried calling her a few times after that night, but she didn't answer."

"So are you two back together now?" Harrison asked.

"No. It was a one-time thing."

"A one-time thing that happened three times?" Stephen said.

"Fuck off." The guys laughed, and ordered their food. Fitz and Harrison ordered burgers, but Stephen got a grilled chicken Caesar salad. Abby was on some new health fad, so that meant Stephen was too.

While Harrison and Stephen were talking back and forth about any and everything, Fitz was in his own head. Ever since the mention of Olivia's name, that was all he could think about. She'd really been on his mind ever since that night in his apartment. For some reason, that time they were together was different than the other two times. It felt like it did when they were happily married. That night took him all the way back to the first time he ever had Olivia in his bed. That first time in Olivia's bed and the second in that closet was sex, wild animalistic sex. It was great, but it wasn't the intimate love making that they shared in Fitz's apartment that night.

Fitz fantasied about that night every day since then. He could still feel Olivia's dainty hands on his back, gripping his shoulders. Smell the scent of her shampoo and perfume. The way her kisses felt on his neck, hear her soft whimpers and moans in his ear.

"Hey Fitz, what's got you so quiet over there?" Stephen asked.

"She told me she loved me." Fitz answered.

"What?"

"Olivia. That night we were together, she told me she loved me."

"Holy shit, what'd you say?"

"Nothing. We were in the middle of… you know. I don't even think she remembers saying it, she didn't mention it the next morning. I don't even know if she meant it."

"Well you know what they say, 'a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts'."

"She wasn't drunk."

"Might as well have been." Harrison said. "You've never said something when you were with a female that you didn't meant to say, but it was the truth."

"That's how I first told Abby I loved her." Stephen admitted. "I didn't mean to say it like that, but I did mean it."

"Well I don't think she did, so I didn't mention it the next morning."

"So do you want to get back with her?"

"I don't know."

"Well whatever you two are doing, you need to figure it out. And you need to decide what you want as well. You can't keep jerking her around, especially now that she had Sophia. Kids need stability."

"Yeah I know, but I don't know what the hell we're doing either."

X

Tuesday afternoon, Olivia sat in a doctor's office twisting her fingers around, waiting for her appointment. Tuesday was the earliest day she could get an appointment scheduled, after taking a home pregnancy test. She'd taken five just to make sure she got the same result every time. And all five times, the results were the same positive, pregnant, plus sign, happy face, and two distinct lines. After she took the home test, Olivia made herself an appointment with her doctor to confirm and here she was now. Olivia was glad Quinn was able to come with her today. Javier and Belle were both in school and Jackson and Sophia were with Olivia's parents.

Olivia was glad to have some type of support system right now. She didn't want to tell her family yet, because it might've been a false alarm. And she didn't want to tell Fitz, because A she didn't want him to be upset at her about being pregnant, and B she didn't want him to get his hopes up. If she were to tell him about the baby, and then end up having another miscarriage, it would kill him. Olivia would have no choice but to suffer through, but she could keep Fitz from suffering the same pain.

"Olivia." Quinn's voice broke through Olivia's thoughts. "They're calling you back, let's go."

Olivia and Quinn followed the nurse out of the waiting room and into a room. The nurse checked Olivia's weight, vitals, gave her a gown and told her the doctor would be in with her shortly.

"Olivia relax, I can hear you breathing from here." Quinn was sitting in a single chair by the door, flipping through a magazine.

"I can't relax."

"Look we're just here so your doctor can confirm what we already know. After that will take it a step at a time."

"And exactly what steps are those?"

"Well first, you talk to your doctor. You two discuss the best treatment plans to help you carry and deliver a healthy baby. And I know the number one thing she's going to tell you is you need to take it easy, which means no stress, which means calm the hell down."

Olivia laid back on the bed and took a few deep breaths, trying to take Quinn's advice and relax. But it was understandably hard to accomplish.

About ten minutes later, Olivia's doctor walked through the door. Olivia had started seeing Doctor Milroy about a year ago. Dr. Milroy was smart, graduating top of her class in med school, she was compassionate towards all her patients and really cared for them.

"Olivia, how are you dear." Dr. Milroy gave Olivia a hug.

"I'm fine, for now."

"Uh oh." Dr. Milroy sat down on the rolling stool in front of Olivia's bed. "Oh, hello." Dr. Milroy noticed Quinn in the room.

"Sorry, this is Quinn a good friend of mine."

Quinn and Dr. Milroy exchanged pleasantries.

"So, Olivia is see you're here to find out if you're pregnant." Dr. Milroy quickly skimmed Olivia's file.

"Yeah, I took some home pregnancy test, and I just want to make sure they were correct."

"I assume they all came back positive."

"Yep."

"I didn't know you were trying again."

"I'm not." Olivia corrected. "I was… it was a one-time thing." Olivia spoke with embarrassment, not wanting to talk to her doctor about a one night stand, even if it was with her ex-husband and not a complete stranger.

"I'm not here to judge you Olivia. Now you told the nurse your last sexual encounter was in February. If you are pregnant, that would make you roughly eight to ten weeks which is too early to perform a normal ultrasound, so I need you to lose the undies." Dr. Milroy patted Olivia's legs and went to wash her hands and put on gloves.

Olivia took off her underwear and lay back down on the bed and put her feet in the stirrups. She winced only slightly, when Dr. Milroy began the examination. She always hated going to see her OB or to the gynecologist. Although she was comfortable with her doctor, she still hated having someone all in her business in such an intimate way.

"Alright, here we are and Olivia you are definitely pregnant." Dr. Milroy announced, and Olivia finally looked at the screen. There it was plain as day, the little flutter in the middle of the screen, her baby's heartbeat. Quinn vacated her own seat, to stand beside the bed to get a better view.

"Oh my God Liv!" Quinn was obviously excited, but Olivia couldn't get excited, not yet.

"Is it… is it okay?"

"Well there's not much to see right now, but the heartbeat is strong and steady." Dr. Milroy pushed a button and a second later, the sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the room. Olivia still didn't want to get too excited, but she couldn't stop the smile from forming at the sound of that heart beating.

"Looks like you're about nine to ten weeks along, so two and a half months." Dr. Milroy took a couple of still shots of the ultrasound and let Olivia get dressed. "So first off congratulations. And as you know, we need to discuss a few things." Olivia nodded. "I'll let you get dressed and you meet me in my office when you're finished." The doctor left, so Olivia could get dressed.

"You okay?" Quinn asked. She noticed how Quiet Olivia had gotten and the little to no emotion on Olivia's face when the doctor showed her the heartbeat. "You nervous."

"Yeah." Liv answered. Pulling her dress over her head.

"Let's just see what she says okay. You want me come in with you or to wait in the lobby?"

"No, can you come in with me?"

"Of course."

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A few minutes later, Olivia sat in Dr. Milroy's office, holding some pamphlets

"So Olivia, I am well aware of your medical history. I know you've had complications with your last four pregnancies, so this will be considered a high risk pregnancy. You were briefed about your conditions by Dr. Rousey and I assume he explained to you what a cerclage is and how and when it's performed."

"Yeah."

"Great. So right now that is our best option to help you carry this baby to term, or at least to a point where the baby has a chance to make it outside the womb. As you know a cerclage is performed around week 14, you're only at week 10. I need you to get to week fourteen, at least thirteen before we can safely perform the cerclage. After that, the chances of you carrying this baby to term are greatly increased. Of course there are complications that can arise in any pregnancy, but your odds are better if we are able to get the cerclage done."

"Okay, so how do I make it to week fourteen? Only my first pregnancy lasted that long."

"There's not much I can tell you to do, other than to take care of yourself. No extraneous activity. I won't suggest you take off from work, considering your work doesn't involve you overexerting yourself. But still, work and go home. Don't overexert yourself. I need you to eat right, get plenty of rest. And most importantly, I need you to stay stress free. Stress in any pregnancy is never a good thing and in your case it would be worse. And I would hate to put you on bed rest, I know how important your job is and you have a little one in the house now."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she takes it easy." Quinn assured the doctor. "Is there anything else we need to do?"

"Well since this is a high-risk pregnancy, and you've had history of miscarriage and delivering early, I want to see you more often. Every two weeks to be exact, and then once you move into your third trimester I'll want to see you every week." Olivia was pleased the doctor seemed to think she would make it to a third trimester.

"There is also a shot we could discuss. It's called hydroxyprogesterone caproate or Makena. It's simply a hormone prescribed to help lower the risk of having a preterm baby. It would be a weekly injection in the hip that I would administer starting at week sixteen until week thirty-seven or until you give birth, whichever happens first." Doctor Milroy could tell Olivia was nervous and overwhelmed by all of this. This was not the highlight to Doctor Milroy's day either. She hated giving bad news to expectant mothers, this was supposed to be a happy and wonderful moment in their life. They should be thinking about baby showers and painting nurseries, not strategizing the best ways to keep their unborn children alive.

"Olivia I know this is a lot. I can't tell you I know how you feel right now, nor can I promise you that everything will be okay. But I can tell you that I will be here with you every step of the way, and that I will do everything in my power to ensure that you deliver a healthy baby. Okay?"

Olivia seldomly nodded. It was nice to have someone thinking positive right now. She would love to feel the same way, but it just wasn't a reality for her right now. She felt Quinn take her hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze, and she'd never been more grateful for her friends. And she knew that even if she didn't have Fitz, she wouldn't be alone in this.

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Okay, so obviously I am not a doctor. I didn't go to med school to write this chapter, but I did do some online searches. So if any of you happen to be pre-med or a doctor. Don't chew my head off if this stuff isn't accurate, blame the internet. I tried to make it as realistic as possible, but this is fiction and my story, so I made it work for me.

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