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AN: And here it is! The next installment in this series. I hope you guys enjoy Long Live. I'm very excited to follow this gang through the White House. I've got quite a wild ride in store for them. ~ XOXO MAS
I said remember this moment in the back of my mind
January 2009 – Washington DC
Watching from the doorway of the Oval Office, Olivia felt her heart actually constrict in her chest as Fitz crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the Resolute Desk looking like the leader of the free world. And he was. They'd done it. She knew early on that Fitz had what it took to win the election, but right up at the end she actually started panicking. She was afraid that somehow Reston was going to pull ahead of them and win. She wasn't sure what it was about Reston that she didn't trust. Clearly he was willing to play dirty, they'd experienced that first hand, but she thought there was something darker playing beneath the surface. He was capable of more than just dirty politics, she just wasn't sure what. It didn't matter though, because Fitz had won. He'd done it honestly, cleanly and he deserved it. The American people were very lucky to have him looking out for them. Because that's what he would do. He would honor the Constitution and protect it and the people.
She only had to stand there a moment before his eyes connected with hers. She knew he felt her presence the moment she arrived. They were so in tune with each other. "Can Olivia and I have the room?" His deep voice drew her from her thoughts of the new adventure to come.
Within moments the White House staffers and photographers who were in the room cleared out and Olivia and Fitz were left alone. "You didn't have to do that." She shook her head, her loose curls swinging back and forth. She was halfway ready for the inauguration that was happening in a few hours. Her hair and make-up was done, but she still had to get dressed. She was fairly certain she couldn't show up in the leggings, top, sweater and ballet flats she was wearing now. "Besides, there's a lot to do for today." Her hands rested on her ever so slight baby bump. It was just barely there, hidden by her clothes since they had yet to make a formal announcement about the pregnancy. They were waiting until after the inauguration. She wanted to get well into her second trimester before announcing.
Shrugging, Fitz ambled his way across the room, his hands moving to rest on her bump before sliding around her middle and pulling her in close, "Doesn't matter. You come first."
"Actually," She started to correct, resting her head on his chest, "the American people come first." Reaching into the pocket of her sweater, she pulled out a small worn box, "Speaking of which, this is for you."
He eyed the box and then Olivia, "Livie, you didn't have to do anything."
Letting out a very unladylike snort, Olivia shook her head, "Fitz, you're the President of the United States of America. You're the most powerful man in the world. Today of all days calls for a celebration. And this is a celebration of you and everything you represent." She held the box out, "Open it."
With a nod and a small smile, Fitz accepted the box from his wife. "Livie." He murmured at the clearly old and well-loved American Flag pin inside, "It's beautiful."
"It was Eisenhower's." She murmured softly, "It only has 48 stars. He wore it for his inauguration."
His head shot up, his blue eyes connecting with hers. Only his Olivia would manage to find a something as incredible as Eisenhower's American Flag pin. It was so simple, but so perfect. He swore she knew him better than he knew himself. Leaning down, Fitz pulled her in for a hard kiss, angling her head back and pulling her body flush against his. Trying to keep up, Olivia wound her body around his, letting herself fall into his kiss. A catcall and wolf whistle followed by, "Get a room!" Broke them apart.
Rolling her eyes, Olivia replied, "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Security didn't stop you guys at the gate?" Looking up at Fitz, she let out a dramatic sigh, "We're really going to have to make sure they tighten that up."
"Haha, very funny." Harrison bopped her on the back of the head as he, Quinn, Abby, David, Stephen, Huck and Cyrus all came into the room.
"And of course they didn't get stopped. They're with me." Cyrus proudly waved around his badge.
Spinning Olivia around so he could wrap his arms around her waist, Fitz held out his fist, "Here's to the most kick ass Chief of Staff ever."
"I don't fist bump." Cyrus deadpanned.
"I think you mean the lamest chief of staff ever." Harrison bumped Fitz's fist for Cyrus, "But whatever man because you are President of the fucking United States of America."
Shaking her head, Quinn smacked Harrison on the back of the head, "And you sound like a frat boy who's excited his buddy is president of a fraternity. Act like a grown up."
"Why? That's no fun." Harrison teased her.
Craning her neck to glance up at Fitz, Olivia asked, "Is it too late to find new friends?"
"I don't know. Maybe if we run really fast they won't be able to keep up and we can lose them." He teased.
"Um, hello, standing right here." Abby waved her hand, "And you'd be lost without us."
"I think she means sane." Olivia quipped with a wink. Turning in her husband's arms, Olivia held her hand out for the box with the pin. "I'll put it on you."
"Oh what's that?" Abby shuffled up to them, peering over Olivia's shoulder, "Oh that's a nice pin. Quinn, come look."
Looking over Olivia's other shoulder, Quinn agreed, "That looks old. How old is it? Where did you get it? Why didn't you tell us?"
"Like omg can we all go try on pins together?" Harrison clapped his hands using a high-pitched voice. "And maybe we can braid our hair and paint our nails and talk about boys!"
Everyone stared at him before Olivia turned back to adjusting the pin on the lapel of Fitz's suit coat, "This was a lot more romantic in my head. When we were supposed to be alone. And I was maybe even going to let you do me on your desk."
"Okay, now I'm going to complain. TMI. So gross!" Stephen put his hands over his ears to block out Olivia's words.
"You know what, none of you are mature enough to be allowed in the White House." David chastised. "I mean doing it on the Resolute Desk? How tacky." He shook his head, "You should fuck her on the seal." He pointed to the floor where the Presidential Seal was.
"Wow, you are all very dirty people." Cyrus shook his head, "Huck is the only not dirty one in this room."
"Thank you." Huck murmured quietly. Olivia quirked a brow at that. Huck wasn't usually a talker, but since her kidnapping he'd barely interacted with anyone other than her parents, which was confusing.
Shaking her head, Olivia reached up to brush a kiss over Fitz's lips, "I have to go get dressed and you need to find Sally. I think I heard she was in her office. I'll see you upstairs."
SCANDAL
Olivia held the Bible Lincoln had used at his inauguration in her hand watching as Fitz was sworn into office. Little Jerry was right at her side, his blue eyes shining up proudly at his father.
I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of the President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God.
SCANDAL
David and Fitz popped the bottles of champagne, grinning at the squeals and shouts around them. They all had to get ready for the first Inaugural Ball. They entire group had gone from the inauguration to parades and parties and now they had thirty minutes to celebrate alone before they had to change.
"I want to make a toast," Cyrus held up the glass David handed to him. When everyone had their own glasses, he grinned, "To President Fitzgerald Grant." He paused, "Fitz, I've known you far longer than you can even imagine. I've known your dad and the world he swims in. I've watched you defy the status quo over and over again." He swallowed hard, "I'm proud of you. I'm proud of your service to our country. I'm proud of you doing law school your way. I'm proud of you for following your heart and marrying Olivia." He tapped his glass lightly against Olivia's glass of seltzer water, "I'm proud you followed your dream and helped keep criminals off the streets. And now I'm proud that you're my President. I'm proud that you ran a clean campaign, no matter what Red and I tried to talk you into. I'm proud that you stood strong against your father and all the donors who wanted to own you. Damn, I'm just proud. So," he raised his glass higher, "To President Fitzgerald Grant. May you always follow your heart and your wife."
The group laughed before agreeing, "To President Fitzgerald Grant."
SCANDAL
"You look beautiful, Livie." Fitz murmured as they spun around the stage. It was their first official dance as the First Couple of the United States and there was something entirely surreal about the entire thing. Fitz still couldn't believe the American people trusted him enough to let him lead them. And he couldn't believe Olivia was willing to uproot their life to follow this crazy path.
Resting her head on chest, Olivia murmured, "I love you, Fitz. I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you for being there through all of this." He whispered in her ear.
She looked up at that, "Where else would I be?"
He shrugged, "It's just a lot to ask anyone. Particularly someone like you." At her quirked brow, he instinctively reached over to smooth it down, "You're not in it for the prestige or the power. You're brilliant and amazing, but you don't do things just be recognized by people. You do things to help people. There's a huge difference. Most people who run for this office want power and control."
She shook her head, "Not you. And I just want you to be happy. And everything we do, we do together. No matter what."
"Always." He agreed. "We're a team."
"We're a team and we're a family." Olivia reminded him, "And I love you. And I even love the crazies down there who helped us get here."
"And boy are they crazy." Fitz agreed with a laugh.
SCANDAL
XOXO
MAF