"I thought you quit."

Olivia stood in the foyer balancing her purse and a car seat. She was tired and overwhelmed. She didn't want to listen to Fitz sarcasm.

"You asked me to bring Abigail."

"Thank you. I don't know why you're leaving the baby at daycare when you can bring her to work."

"Where's Natalie?"

"Waiting for you."

Olivia put the baby carrier on the floor and her purse on the coffee table. Natalie dropped the sippy cup and grinned when Olivia cooed.

"Good morning. Is Daddy giving you juice for breakfast?"

"She wouldn't drink milk."

"I missed you too." Olivia cooed when Natalie slapped her cheek.

"It's nice to meet you Abigail." Fitz whispered, lifting the sleeping infant and inhaling her scent. He begged Olivia to bring the newborn to the White House. She was six weeks and he didn't want to put her down.

"Careful, she drools." Olivia said.

"Can I take her to the oval for a few hours?"

Olivia laughed, "How are you going to get any work done with a baby?"

"Who said anything about work? I want to daydream. This was supposed to be us Olivia. You weren't supposed to be a nanny. I can still have you and our family in my daydreams."

"Put my baby down and go run the country."

Abigail opened her eyes and yawned. Fitz stared intently into her greyish-blue eyes and sleek brown hair covered in a pink headband.

"She looks like Natalie."

"You think so?"

"You don't see it?"

"They both have gray eyes and brown hair. I don't see any other similarities."

"Here you go. I guess I should get to work."

Fitz gave Abigail to Olivia. Natalie whined on her hip and Abigail snuggled into her neck. Could she handle both babies at the same time?

"It's going to be a very long day." Olivia said.