Author's Note: Hi, everybody. Alas, the end. It has been a damned good time writing Road and embracing the SCANDAL fandom with both hands. I want to thank all of you out there for your reviews and encouragement and remind you that even though this story is done, Shattering's still going strong and I've got a new Olitz plot bunny brewing in my head already. There are some dormant fics that I want to tend to first but…more from the Gladiator in a Hoodie is guaranteed, especially as we get into Season 3.
Thank you all so much for reading and enjoying! With love, ~*CMW2*~
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
The familiar rapid rhythm of a baby's heartbeat filled his ears and tears sprang to his eyes at the look on her face. Her face was soft, tender, and near overwhelmed with awe. Unconsciously, her free hand went towards the monitor and the 4D image of their child. She always did that at the ultrasounds.
"Is it supposed to be that fast? The heartbeat?" she inquired softly, another common element.
"142 bpm is well within the healthy range and developmentally the baby is right on time for 20 weeks. And they've still got daddy's nose…"
"Poor kid." Fitz quipped wryly.
Olivia smiled and sniffled a little, her eyes still riveted to the monitor. He raised their entwined left hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. She was trembling a little and Fitz carefully put his jacket over her shoulders to warm her. She'd skin him alive for saying it but she was utterly adorable in her pregnancy. If she wasn't on the job, she pretty much existed in his clothes, cuffed and rolled up to accommodate her 5'4 form. Instead of deep mood swings, Olivia's hormones made her even more tactile, wanting to touch him and be touched by him, even if was just a hand on the small of her back...
"Oh. Well, it seems that the little one's eager to show off a bit. Do you want to know the sex?"
"Livvie?"
"Yes, please."
"All right, then…and you two are going to be having a beautiful little girl."
The tears finally fell and Fitz laughed at the goofy smile on her face. She swatted him and then pulled him into a deep kiss, both of their hands going to her still gel covered bump.
A girl.
A daughter.
A little sister for Karen and Gerry.
A girl.
A daughter with his nose and her eyes.
A daughter running around in whatever clothes she preferred, exploring the world, maybe even conquering the world…
Their daughter…he and Olivia Pope were going to have a daughter, a little girl to love and cherish just as much as their other children.
Olivia Pope was having his child, a daughter, and was ecstatic about the whole matter.
A girl.
A daughter.
A little sister for Karen and Gerry.
A daughter.
Their daughter.
…wow.
FIN.