By mid-afternoon, Olivia had mostly calmed down, which she hated because calming down meant Fitz had won somehow. He was sitting on her couch, holding Ellie on his lap while she attempted to comb his hair with a plastic fork she'd pulled from her toy kitchen set.

"Looking good, Fitz," Olivia said dryly as she walked into the living room, her arms crossed. "Very avant-garde. Is this your look for your next terrible Tinder date?"

"Hey," Fitz said, pretending to be offended. "First of all, it's called being a supportive father. Second, my Tinder dates aren't terrible."

"Sure," Olivia said, sitting down across from him. "Remind me again how the last one ended? Was it before or after she called you 'Fritz' the whole night?"

Fitz frowned. "Okay, that one was a fluke. She was French!"

"Oh, that explains it," Olivia said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure 'Fritz' is just French for 'man who can't commit.'"

Fitz grinned, unfazed as always. "You know, you're extra spicy today. Is it because of the kiss?"

Olivia groaned and buried her face in her hands. "For the last time, I don't want to talk about it."

"Because you liked it," Fitz said, looking smug as Ellie gave him a fork-stabbed side part.

"Because I don't want to throw up on the couch," Olivia snapped.

"Denial," Fitz sing-songed. "It's okay, Liv. You're not the first person to find me irresistible."

"I'll resist you all the way to the morgue," Olivia said, grabbing a throw pillow and aiming it at his head.

"Violence is not the answer," Fitz said, catching the pillow before it smacked him. "But it's a cute look for you."

She was about to fire back with something scathing when Ellie chimed in.

"Daddy's hair!" she said, giggling as she twirled the fork in his hair like she was spinning spaghetti.

Fitz feigned offense, gasping dramatically. "Funny? No way. This is high fashion. I'll have you know your mom loves it."

Ellie turned to Olivia, wide-eyed. "Mommy, like Daddy's hair?"

Olivia hesitated, caught between her default response of absolutely not and the fact that Ellie was looking at her like the fate of the world depended on her answer.

"It's… unique," Olivia said finally, which made Ellie laugh even harder and Fitz smirk like he'd just won a gold medal.

"Unique," Fitz repeated, nodding. "I'll take it. That's practically a compliment coming from you."

"Don't get used to it," Olivia muttered.

A few hours later, after Ellie was down for her nap, Fitz managed to find Olivia in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a cup of tea. He wandered in, clearly trying to look casual, which only made him look more suspicious.

"What do you want now?" she asked, not even looking up.

"Can't a guy just hang out with the mother of his child?" Fitz said, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and tossing it in the air like he was auditioning for Douchebag Juggler Weekly.

"Not when that guy is you," Olivia replied.

"Fair," Fitz said, taking a bite of the apple. "But seriously, I was just thinking—"

"Uh-oh," Olivia interrupted. "Should I call an ambulance? Thinking isn't your strong suit."

"Ha, ha," Fitz said, rolling his eyes. "I was just thinking… we actually make a pretty good team, you know? Like, co-parenting and stuff."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Are you about to ask me to do something stupid, or is this an actual compliment?"

"Maybe both," Fitz said with a grin. "But mostly a compliment. Don't let it go to your head."

Olivia sighed, but a tiny smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"You know," she said, looking at him, "you're actually not the worst sometimes."

Fitz looked genuinely touched for about two seconds before his grin turned into something more mischievous.

"Careful, Liv," he said. "If you keep this up, I might think you're softening up to me."

"Don't push your luck," Olivia said, shoving him lightly toward the door.

I saw someone ask why did they break up and I think I might write a flash back on why! Idk, bare with me, I'm getting lazy but I'm loving the reviews so far! Here's an update!