AN: Hello all! I'm a reader turned writer. I started reading fanfic around February this year, and I'm not ashamed to admit I'm slightly addicted. I'm trying my hand at this for the first time. This isn't a full time job, but like many of you this Scandal hiatus is driving me insane. I'm not sure how good I'll be at this bc I usually write poetry as a form of therapeutic expression. I initially wanted to get at least 10 chapters written before I posted, but I paused halfway through and decided I should at least make sure you guys like it first before I get too carried away. One important thing: OLITZ IS ENDGAME!

Oh yeah, by the way, Scandal and all characters unfortunately do not belong to me. Instead, they are owned and operated by Shonda Rhimes.

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Chapter 1

"Olivia, how many times do we have to have this conversation?" he shouted angrily.

"Edison, baby, I just want you to try to understand what I'm saying. This can bring our family full circle. Don't you want that?" she pleaded, her large brown eyes burning with tears that she tried her hardest to hold back.

"I have told you time and time again, I DO NOT want children. They are ridiculously needy, they cry all night which will disturb my sleep, and…..oh, I see what this is," he said in a humorous tone laced with sarcasm, "you want this so I will be forced to portray myself as the upstanding husband and father. You want this so I will be here with you and a crying, puking baby rather than taking over the reins of my father's company. You don't want me to become COO, you don't want me to gain ownership of the company," he said matter-of-factly.

"Edison, that's not….," she could tell he'd had too much to drink and this conversation was taking a dangerous turn.

"SHUT UP Olivia. There's one reason you don't need a child, because you behave as one yourself. As I was saying, you can forget this notion of me impregnating you, thereby all-but slaughtering my dreams of going on to own and run a multi-million dollar company passed down three generations of my family. What would make you stupid enough to believe that now is the time for us to have a baby? My father and I have already discussed this—I will gain ownership of the company first, and then, when there is a reason to have a little spitting, whining creature around here, you will become pregnant, quit this little job of yours, and raise my son for him to go on to follow in my footsteps. You could only hope that he has more common sense than his mother," he said storming out of the master bedroom of their 4 bedroom house, slamming the door behind him.

Olivia walked off to their bathroom suite to hurriedly wipe the few tears she had allowed to fall from her eyes. She sat at her vanity and began brushing her hair. How in the hell did I end up here? A question she had asked herself often in the last 2 years of her marriage, and at 28 years old she'd always thought she and her husband would be excitedly preparing to start a family. This is not the Edison I married. Things had definitely changed drastically from their college days when she first met Edison. Her sophomore year at USC Olivia Pope met Edison Davis and after weeks of him begging her she agreed to go out with him. Edison was 2 years her senior and was obtaining a business degree while Olivia studied graphic design and marketing.

On their first date, Edison was the upstanding gentleman and welcomed company for Olivia, and they continued dating for the following two years as Edison studied to earn his master's degree. During those two years, Olivia received from Edison more attention than she had ever received from any man in her life, including her father, and she quickly fell in love. Edison became her best friend, her first love, and her first lover. After graduating, Edison proposed and Olivia readily accepted. She could never remember being happier in her life.

Their first three years of marriage, they had established their careers—Olivia working as a freelance graphic designer partnering with her best friend Abigail Whelan and Edison went on to work for his father's multi-million dollar software company Davis Software, Inc.—they traveled regularly and enjoyed sharing the love they had found with each other. Olivia would be the first to agree that marriage had its ups and downs, but she was generally happy and satisfied in her marriage. She wouldn't have changed anything about her life.

That was until 2 years ago when Edison's father began grooming him for the chief operating officer-position at the company and soon to be the owner and operator of the company. Edison's father had come up with a 5 year plan for Olivia and Edison's life that would be what he considered "appropriate" for his son's promotion. He began educating Edison on his role as a "Davis man", as a millionaire, and, most irritatingly to Olivia, as a no-nonsense husband and man of the house. Edison began spending much less time at home, and when he was there, his attitude seemed to take on one of authority and he became much more demanding. He was often rude speaking to her in a demeaning manner and he consistently felt the need to point out her flaws and go on to tell her how to fix them and was continuously changing the way she did everything.

The intimacy in their relationship became nonexistent and Olivia had begun to feel like she was much less a wife and more of a servant to her husband in more ways than one. The man who would once come home with flowers and have her dress for a romantic evening out had become the man who came home drunk looking for quick, unsatisfying sex, the man who rolled over after sex and went to sleep without so much as a "goodnight," the man who stood her up for their date night time and time again, and that was exactly what had happened again tonight.

Olivia had come home from a long day of work where she and Abby spent the majority of their day working on layouts for a contract they had obtained roughly six months ago with Willbrooks Marketing, Inc. They had previously worked on smaller projects for the company and always had very pleasant experiences; however, recently the marketing agent now responsible for approving the designs and layouts had become anal about minor details—and today was another one of those days.

Olivia and Abby met their freshman year at Piedmont High School and instantly became best friends going on to be roommates at USC. A year after graduating Olivia and Abby started a graphic design company, Desired Graphics, Inc., that was frequently sought after by various advertising and marketing agencies. Between the two of them they had done exceptionally well and were quickly climbing the ladder in marketing America.

They had obtained several contracts and were recently forced to turn some down due to a lack of secretarial help, so to say Olivia was exhausted by the time she got home from the office was the understatement of the year. However, tonight was date night and Edison had been upset with her for falling asleep while cooking dinner after working late Wednesday night. Tonight was her night to make it up to him. She was tired of feeling like she could never please or satisfy her husband anymore regardless of how hard she tried, so tonight at 10 pm—their regularly scheduled date night—she was pulling out all the stops.

By 9:30, Olivia had cleaned, set the table for a romantic candlelight dinner, and played soft music through her home's surround sound system. Olivia showered and dressed in a rose pink silk and lace nightgown accompanied by the matching lace thong. On her feet she wore her favorite pair of nude Louboutin heels that she chose specifically to elongate her legs. Her hair was in soft curls framing her face the way she knew Edison loved, and she had chosen to wear very little makeup. By 9:45 everything was set up and Olivia called Edison to find out his ETA to be sure his food was hot, plated, and waiting when he walked through the door. She didn't receive an answer but thought nothing much of it. At 10:00 Olivia lit the candles and waited at the dining room table for Edison to arrive, enjoying the music flowing through the speakers of their family room.

Two hours later, Olivia was still sitting, still waiting and the candles she lit two hours ago were almost nonexistent now. She became worried as she called him several times to no avail. She decided to try calling Edison once more before she would allow full blown panic to set in, and this time he answered saying he was just leaving the office and on his way home. When he arrived home, 30 minutes later, Olivia was famished, and beyond tired. He had come in with nothing more than a few words to say and not so much as a second glance in Olivia's direction. She began to feel her insecurities setting in and she decided maybe she should try a little harder. They finished eating and as Olivia moved around the table to massage Edison's shoulders in an attempt to relieve some of his stress, he stopped her and retreated to the bedroom saying he was tired and just wanted to get some sleep. He went into the kitchen and poured himself his fourth drink of the night and retreated to the bedroom.

Olivia cleared the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and by the time she made it to their bedroom he was already in bed, so she climbed in on her side and turned her back to him preparing to go to sleep. No sooner than she began to drift off to sleep did Edison reach his hand out and begin caressing her side down her thigh and back up again. His ass CANNOT seriously want to have sex right now after he barely even looked at me tonight. Olivia knew he was aroused and knew she would get no sleep or peace unless she gave in, so like the dutiful wife she prided herself on being, she rolled over onto her back, spread her thighs, and gave her husband what he wanted.

The sex was less than satisfying for her to say the least, but she hoped it would at least improve his mood. After, he held her loosely in his arms and they spoke briefly about their days; he excused his behavior and reasoning behind not calling earlier explaining the pressures of his upcoming promotion to COO which she accepted, dismissing his behavior, and for a moment it seemed everything was ok. That was until she mentioned a bout of nausea and dizziness she had experienced that morning before breakfast. He immediately tensed and removed his arm from around her waist, prepared for the conversation of the family Olivia wanted to start—that was when all hell broke loose. They had gone back and forth arguing about this for at least an hour and Olivia had become exhausted. She was tired of trying to explain why she wanted a family, and she was tired of trying to understand why now all of a sudden Edison no longer wanted the family they had discussed having even before getting married. If she was being completely honest, the argument was getting old, very fast.

Now, at 3:15 a.m., Olivia found herself sitting in her bathroom fighting off tears yet again. Tears that she refused to let fall. Tears that held her fears, her insecurities, her hopes and dreams of a family shattered by a plan that her husband's father had deemed suitable for their life. She married Edison, not his father, so shouldn't the two of them be able to decide if and when they would start a family? They had discussed children before they were married and Edison had always wanted them, he had even seemed excited about a family, but now, the children they talked about having did not fit into his father's 5-year plan. Does he think I'm not good enough the bear his children? Maybe I would make a terrible parent, I mean I can barely keep my husband happy, so how would I be able to hold a family together?

As Olivia continued to brush her hair she tried her best to clear her mind of the negative thoughts floating around. There had to be something she could do to help her marriage, but would helping her marriage mean giving up on her dreams of having a happy family, complete with smiling children spoiled with love? And if it did mean giving up those things would she be willing to do just that? Or, would it continue to eat away at her like it had been for the last year and a half as she struggled to ignore the emptiness and discontent she felt within her marriage and with her life?

Deciding she needed to relax a little more, Olivia placed her hair into a high bun and walked over to turn on her shower, stepping in once the water was warm enough. She stood under the flow of water trying to rinse away all the stress and sadness of the day and week and decided she wouldn't feel sorry for herself anymore. She had a lunch date with Abby planned for tomorrow since they were off, although they would likely spend a good portion of the day discussing layouts and designs for some of their contracts, and she needed to be in a better mind frame than she was now because Abby could read her like a book. She would know something was wrong, so Olivia worked hard to convince herself now that she was ok and content with her life.

As Olivia turned her back to the stream of water and held her head down to allow the water to hit her tense shoulders, she opened her eyes and noticed what appeared to be several long strands of jet black hair in her shower. What the fuck? I know this bastard didn't have some bitch….. She took a deep breath and quickly dismissed the thoughts that started developing in her head. There's no way that's another woman's hair in your shower. Liv, you're overreacting. You're just tired and you need to rest. Maybe Edison's sister was here and needed to shower. She wouldn't let this erase all the relaxing she had just done. Yes, Jennifer was here and took a shower and she just didn't have time to clean the shower after. That was the story she told herself and she was sticking to it.

Olivia stepped out of the shower, dried and walked into her bedroom as Edison walked out of the room. She assumed he was going to pour himself another drink for the night. She walked over to her dresser to pull out a pair of her silk pajama shorts and matching tank to wear to sleep. As she pulled out her pajamas, Edison returned to the room with a glass of what appeared to be water, and just as he sat down his phone began to ring. Who the fuck is calling him at 4:00 in the morning?

"Aren't you going to answer that?" she asked nonchalantly.

"No," he said as the phone he had yet to even look at stopped ringing, only to ring again a few moments later. She stood frozen, staring at him, waiting to see if he would in fact answer. He sighed heavily and picked up his phone.

"Hello," he answered walking out of their bedroom, closing the door behind him.

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