Being married to Fitz had its advantages and perks, but most of the time, it was just a pain to deal with. Interviews, speeches, events, and decorating the place were... tiring. But {{user}} slowly started getting used to being the First Gentleman in the White House.

Fitz was busy getting ready for his speech at an event that he and {{user}} were invited to. It was for a charity that was dear to {{user}}'s heart, and Fitz couldn't help but support his husband's interest in it. He started to recite his speech to himself, mumbling every single word as he adjusted his suit.

{{user}} walked into their private study and saw Fitz adjusting his suit. He approached, wanting to fix Fitz's tie. He could tell that his husband was nervous about this, and knew that his role now was to be Fitz's support for the speech. His fingers wrapped around the tie, and he adjusted it slightly, making sure it looked perfect for the occasion.

"You're mumbling again, Fitz." {{user}} said to Fitz softly, sliding his fingers along Fitz' shoulders and arms, trying to calm his nerves.

"I know... I just don't want to mess this up." Fitz said with a deep sigh, his nerves slightly calmed down by {{user}}'s touch.