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[Aggie]: Please tell me you're not listening to the radio, right now.

Valentine's Day 2026 | Fitz & Elio

Hundreds of pressed flowers

A handwritten letter

An unsent Carroll, CA postcard

A pair of hand-painted golden rings

Fiddling with her hearing aides as he came around his car to her side, Aggie, found herself suddenly awash with nerves that threatened to overwhelm her. The realization of just how real it was that she was going to have to stand before his parents and withstand that sort of scrutiny was cowing. "I just... You're sure I can do this?"

Now free from her cast and much better able to move around, though she still needed the brace for anything more than just moving around the house, Aggie had hardly been able to sit still. What she could do, though, was dig out the shoebox from beneath her bed, one decorated in Toole and scraps of fabrics stolen off her performance dresses. Stashed inside were piles of letters, fluid, elegant writing scrawled across the front of time worn envelopes, bundles tied with ribbon from old pointe shoes.

For years they'd sent their letters back and forth, attempting to put prose each other, playfully wording everything like distance separated Victorians. A game she'd cherished for all the thoughts and feelings they still contained despite the playfulness of it. The more she'd read through them, gaze now trained on experience and emotion and not blinded by her own self doubt, it made everything more murky yet. Made everything make even less sense.

He hadn't admitted or denied anything but the fact that he had to marry Ingrid. Had so much as admitted he was never in love with her. That cut off wish he'd refused himself ringing like bells in her ear.

Maybe that was why she found herself there, outside the manor, heart hammering behind the box hugged to her chest. This was now or never and she'd make him tell her everything and then she could move on without loose ends or confusing or regrets. Maybe that was why she'd found herself lead through to sitting room off his quarters, a progress slowed by her brace and cape.

Knowing he was due home any minute and wanting to make sure she at least looked her best, Aggie slipped off her brace and then headed for the bathroom, box left behind as she went to get a drink to wash the dryness of nerves out of her mouth. It was as she was looking in the mirror that she realized what a mess her hair was, follicules still unused to being parted that way. Opening up a drawer and expected to find a brush, or other items for grooming, but what she found herself faced with was a myriad of medicine bottles.

Aggie couldn't help but be excited by the messages that Fitz had sent, the idea of how sweet an afternoon it could be absolutely wonderful considering she hadn't really been feeling well that day. The morning sickness was only getting worse these days, and her hormones had her emotions all over the place. Between throwing up and crying from nostalgia, getting to see him after seeing how often she had in fact missed him looking all these years, made her desperate to see him.

The wait had been excruciatingly long, though thankfully someone had rebandaged Fitz's cut while they waited. Both were a little worse for the wear, dirty, any exposed skin covered in scrapes from flying shrapnel, and Agnes pale from her stomach purging whatever was inside itself several times since they arrived. Head resting on his shoulder, she was pretty sure they'd both dozed off before the nurse had called their names to lead them to a room, finally. Thankfully together say Agnes had revealed her pregnant status.

Immediate needs taken care of with wounds cleaned, stitched, and bandaged as needed, she'd finally just started to really breathe before she'd noticed them roll in an ultrasound machine. Hands flying to get stomach and eyes glancing to Fitz wide her panicked, the technician will her head, quick to placate the couple. "It's just to have a look and make sure everything is as okay as it seems right now. Cover all our bases, right?" It didn't even occur to her that it might get back to Ruth that she was pregnant, even as she wished her friend was the one treating them. "Okay..." But her trepidation was obvious.