Hello again. I was suppose to be giving myself time before I start writing again but it looks like I couldn't help myself lol. This story has been stuck in my head for the past two months so I felt like it was time to write it. This is an AU story and Olitz is endgame. I repeat, OLITZ is endgame. I don't own Scandal or the characters. Hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 1: Bittersweet

Six weeks ago.

Olivia felt his arms wrap around her and she slightly titled her head back to let him kiss her on the lips. Their kiss turned into a long passionate one that they both thoroughly enjoyed. His lips soon found their way to Olivia's earlobe where he licked and nibbled on it lightly.

"I love you, Olivia." He told her in between the kisses that he was now leaving along her neck and shoulder.

"I love you too, Travis."

Travis kissed her on the lips again before letting his head fall onto the pillow. He smiled at her and the smile she gave matched his. God, she loved this man. Travis was her husband. There were only married for two years but had been together for five. Those five years had been challenging, stressful, and hectic for them but that was only because of Travis's career. He was in the United States Army which made dating, let alone marriage, a little more difficult. But the loved they shared made it all worth it and Olivia wouldn't have trade it for the world.

Olivia groaned when she thought about what was about to happened. Travis was home for his two week break from his deployment in Afghanistan. Tonight was Olivia's last night with her husband until his deployment was to end in three months. Those three months were going to be hell and Olivia was already dreading it.

"Do you have to go back?" Olivia asked with a pout.

"I do but I don't want to go back either. Unless you would be okay with me going AWOL then I will stay."

"No because you will go to prison."

"Exactly. These last three months will go by fast Liv. This deployment is closer to being over now than it was six months ago. "We are almost there babe," Travis said. He kissed her on the lips again to reassure her that they were going to make it over their latest hurdler in their marriage.

She groaned again. "Why do you have to be so logical about things?"

"It's my job to be that way when you get discouraged. And as your husband I'm suppose to keep you focused on the bigger picture when things are hard. Isn't that why you married me?"

"No, I married you because I thought you looked cute in your uniform," Olivia said. She wanted to laugh but she held it in.

"Oh really? So the truth finally comes out. You only married me for my looks. It's okay though because I only married you for your looks as well." Travis laughed and Olivia playfully hit him on his bare chest.

"Excuse me?"

"Calm down, beautiful. You know it's not true."

"How do I know that?"

Travis propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at his wife. His beautiful wife who meant the world to him. "Because we are two people who are deeply in love with one another. I wanted to marry you since our third date but I knew it wasn't going to happen. So I made it my priority to show you how much you meant to me. How much I loved you and will always love you. He paused briefly before continuing. More importantly, in spite of the circumstances we have to deal with you never wanted to walk away. No matter how hard it got because of your love for me never faltered." Travis brought his hand to Olivia's check and rubbed it with his thumb. "That's why I married you Olivia." He leaned down and kissed her causing her to smile again.

"Now, let's talk about you marrying me because I look good in my uniform."

Olivia grinned before answering him. "I was just kidding about that."

"And how do I know that?"

"Well, I could tell you but I rather show you." Olivia pushed him playfully, causing him to fall back onto the bed. She climbed on top of him but paused before she did anything.

Travis was used to Olivia pausing at times before they made love so he just watched her closely. He actually loved when she did that. He knew she was giving herself a minute to take it all in before they got lost in each other. Their bodies would soon be intertwined, their lips and hands will explore each other, and their moans and heavy breathing will fill the room. Travis lived for moments like this and so did Olivia.

Olivia placed her hands on both of his shoulders and pulled him towards her. Once he sat up straight, Olivia stretch her legs out so she would be able to wrap them around him. He ran his hand up and down her one of her thighs before sliding it underneath the silk nighty she wore. Travis continued to move his hand upward until it reached Olivia's breast and began to message it. Olivia moaned with her eyes closed for a few seconds before covering Travis's mouth with her own. She held onto both sides of his face as she slowly but skillfully explored his mouth with her tongue. Travis began to moan and felt his self getting aroused. When Olivia felt how much her husband had quickly grown between her legs, even with his boxers still on, she stopped kissing him. He stopped messaging her breast and locked eyes with her.

"Travis?"

"Yes?"

"Make love to me."

And Travis did just that. Making love to her as long as he could that night.

Three weeks ago.

Olivia shot up in her bed and frantically looked around. When she realized were she was her breathing began to slow. She looked at the clock near her bed and it read 3:27 am. In a few hours she would have to get ready for work. So she needed all the sleep she could get until then. Olivia pulled the covers up to her neck, turned on her side, and laid back down. She closed her eyes, hoping that a peaceful sleep would come to her. Peaceful sleep was hard to come by because that was the third nightmare she had this week and it was only Tuesday. Even though she couldn't remember the dream vividly she remembered how she felt. That's what really terrified her. She said a quick prayer like her mother always advised her to do when she felt this way and it wasn't long before Olivia was sleeping again.

Her mother, Diane Pope, made it a habit to spend one week with Olivia every month while her son-in-law was deployed. She knew her daughter was more than capable of taking care of herself but that wasn't her concern. Her main concern was that Olivia received the emotional support she needed while Travis was away. As a mother, Diane knew that being there in person helped her daughter tremendously compared to what a simple phone call could have done.

Diane was placing two plates of breakfast food on the table when Olivia walked into the dinning room.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Good morning mom," Olivia said. She took a seat at the table.

"Do you want orange juice or coffee?"

"Orange juice please." He mother nodded and went back into the kitchen.

"How did you sleep last night?" Diane asked from the kitchen.

"I slept fine until I had a nightmare. So I called into work and let Harrison know I wouldn't be in today. I just don't feel like dealing with any clients right now."

"That's understandable." Diane came back into the dining room with a glass of orange juice for Olivia and cup of coffee for herself.

"Thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome." Diane took a closer look at Olivia as sat down and could tell Olivia wasn't get much sleep lately. "It's going to be okay Olivia."

"I know mom. I just really miss my husband."

Olivia thought about her and Travis's last night together as she ate breakfast. That night was perfect just like any other night they were together but it was also bittersweet. She dealt with his absence again with little problems for two weeks but everything began to change. She was having a hard time concentrating at work, continuous nightmares at night, and having a gut feeling that something wasn't right made things worst.

Olivia soon found out why she was feeling the way she was. That Friday two men showed up at her house. She was in her room changing out of work clothes when she heard the doorbell ring. Olivia asked her to mother to answer the door not thinking much of it. She just thought it was a neighbor coming to check on her or something. But when she walked into her living room seeing two men in uniform her heart stopped. No words were needed to be said, she knew her husband was gone.

Two weeks ago.

Planning a funeral was the most heartbreaking thing Olivia ever experienced. Planning one for her late husband made it unbearable to deal with it but somehow she did. While she was never physically alone in the week leading up to Travis's funeral, she felt alone in every other way. Before Olivia knew it, it was the day of the funeral and she was sitting in front of her husband's flag draped casket. She did a lot crying that week and even more as she sat in a church filled with family and friends paying their last respects to Travis.

As Olivia and her family rode in the family car to the grave site she started to emotional shut down. She was aware of what was going on but she no longer showed emotions in response to it. It wasn't long before Olivia was staring at her husband's casket again in silence. The twenty one gun salute came, TAPS were played, and the flag was folded. She was presented the flag that was accompanied by a few words on behalf of the military. She nodded somberly and held onto the flag tightly. The funeral director said a few words, the Preacher prayed for the family, and everyone gave Olivia a hug one at a time while expressing their condole scenes. After that, Olivia went and stood by her husband's casket for a few minutes. When she felt like it was time for her to leave she held the flag close to her. She then placed a final kiss with her hand at the head of his casket. The funeral was now over.

The rest of the day dragged on and Olivia felt herself slip into a state of depression with each passing minute. It was normal for her to feel depressed after just losing her husband but it went beyond that. She wasn't completely aware of that until she cried herself to sleep that night. She was mourning the loss of Travis and mourning the lost of the family she never got to build with him.

Present.

Saying that last two weeks for Olivia was horrible would be an understatement. She was living in the present day physically, but that was it. Olivia was taking time off from work but she hated it. Not because she missed worked that much but because she missed having something to occupied her time. Being left with her thought while grieving was torture. She didn't have anything else to do so she found herself going through the day like a zombie. A bored zombie who stayed in bed all day and only getting of it when it was necessary. Thankfully she had Quinn, Harrison, Abby, and Huck stopping by daily to make sure she was doing okay. They also ran errands for her if she needed it.

Olivia sat up in her bed, pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. But when she stood up she suddenly felt sick. Moments later she was throwing up in her toilet. She flushed the toilet once she was finished and walked over to the sink to clean her face. The idea of being pregnant briefly crossed her mind but she didn't want to get her hopes up. It could have been just wishing thinking or it could be true that she was. Olivia quickly made an appointment with her doctor so she could find out what was going on. Two doctor appointments later, Olivia had an answer. She was pregnant.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I know this chapter was sad but I promise it won't be like this always. Let me know what you think.