2 weeks before Election

She woke up slowly rolling over enough just to see her Fitz in a deep slumber. They both lay together completely naked wrapped around each other and sharing the ivory satin sheets. He looked so sexy asleep. He was just lying their unaware of her deep brown eyes locked on his. His chest was rising and falling at a steady soothing pace. She scanned over his head down to the very same strong toned arms that held her the night before. She took a deep breath and sighed. He sighed too. It shocked her once she realized they were now breathing in sync. This wasn't something new but she was in disbelief that they were becoming one so quickly. He was asleep but was still able to make it hard for her to think clearly. Pulling the covers off of her sore aching legs she stood up and began to search for her things. She saw her bra on top of the lamp located adjacent to the counter on the floor. Grabbing the cream colored Victoria secret bra she reluctantly snapped it on and went on a hunt for her shirt, pants and panties. Her shirt and pants were scattered on the left side of the room on the floor by Fitz's suitcases. Tip toeing to the suitcases she scooped up her shirt and began to fasten the buttons. Smoothing out the wrinkles as best as she could, she picked up her pants and noticed that she was missing one more item. Her panties. She searched high and low for the cream laced panties, matching set with her bra. She started to get frustrated glancing at the clock on the night stand and very cautiously settling her eyes on Fitz. Please don't let this man wake up before I leave. She prayed silently. She knew if he woke up, it would all be over. Giving up knowing he would enjoy what she left behind, she slid her pants over her thighs up to her waist. She paused momentarily when she discovered a black circle about 2 inches above her hip bone. Placing her hands on the bruise she giggled to herself knowing exactly how she got it. It was after round two when she tried to head to the shower but Fitz masculine tender hands grabbed her by the arm, trying to get her back to bed. She tripped over the sheets wrapped around her loosely and landed on one of her Jimmy Cho pumps. They laughed it off until she felt the immediate pain in her left side. She zipped and button up her pants, slipped on her shoes, grabbed her suitcase and descended towards the door. She took one quick glance at the man still sound asleep in bed. Fitz. Her Fitz. She smiled and opened the door. Peaking around outside of the room door she made sure no one was in sight. Quickly but quietly she walked to her room sliding the key into the door she looked down the hall to room 143 and stepped into her room closing the door without making a peep.

Beethoven's 6th symphony began to play and Olivia shot up. Good. It was just the first alarm. She wasn't late for breakfast with the others. Today was going to be a crazy day. They had to speak at a rally full of college students eager to see the "smoking hot" governor running for president.

"Good morning sunshine. Sleep well?" Cyrus asked not looking up from his iPad.

"Yea I slept just fine."

"I did too." Fitz said brushing past Olivia. The smell of his Ralph Lauren cologne triggered an electric charge that went throughout her body. Damn. He smells so good. And looks just as good. Fitz stared intensely at Olivia. He was burning hole in her body at the way he was looking at her.

"Olivia, are you ready for today? I was hoping we could talk more about-"

"Hello everyone!" Mellie greeted headed to an empty table facing cy, fitz and Olivia.

"What are you, I mean I thought we were meeting in Birmingham. Why are you back so soon?" Fitz questioned expressing his complete annoyance by Mellie's presence.

"Well Fitzgerald I thought I would come back early and help out her. Denver was great but I missed being around my husband." She said smiling as if she was doing a Dental infomercial.

"Mellie, the cameras aren't around you can drop the happy candidates wife now."

"No shit." Cyrus muttered earning a quick nudge in the ribs by Olivia.

"Excuse me what was that Cy?"

"Oh nothing. Is that bacon I smell? Think I'm going to go get it while its hot." Cy said Turing on his heels making a bee line to the bacon. Olivia followed him with fitz just a few feet behind.

"Excuse me can you put out some more strawberries?" Olivia asked running her hand over her neck. Fitz smiled knowing just what and who made her sore.

As the server delivered a new bowl of freshly cut strawberries on to the table, Olivia nodded and grabbed the utensils to get a few strawberries.

"They look fresh. Very ripe." Fitz said placing his hands in his pockets but it was no use. He was already too close to her.

"What is it governor grant?" He was staring at with his head lowered giving her a mischievous look.

"I think I want that one Livvie. It looks just like your.."

"Governor Grant!" She said just below a whisper shaking her head repeatedly and moving onto where she spotted a banana nut muffin. One more thing and she would go sit at a table far away from horny lover boy.

"I wonder if it tastes like you too." He said quietly biting his bottom lip.

That was it she couldn't take it. She moved past Cyrus and was now headed to a table full of annoying journalist who constantly asked her opinion on everything under the sun.

Sitting down at a table in the corner of the dining hall, Greg and Mena greeted her not wasting time asking her questions about today's events. Greg was about 33 a friend of Carla, another girl working on the campaign who sat with her husband Bradley. He had honey blonde hair with thick brown glasses matching his brown eyes. He was a total geek. He wore a button up shirt with khaki pants. One day she was going to give this kid a few styling tips. Mena was very energetic. Too energetic. The girl could talk all day if you let her. She was 27 and joined the campaign because of her uncle James Novak. She was a pretty brunette with hazel eyes and a curvy frame. Olivia answered a few questions but then very politely excused herself from the conversation. Searching for her iPad buried deep in her coffee brown Michael Kors tote bag, She read a few emails and reached for a strawberry then stopped realizing there was no way she could eat one with Fitz just 10 feet away. Mellie made a disgusting fake laugh which caused Fitz and Cy to look down away from the other campaign staffers curious gazes. She took this as her chance and went to her room. She sent Cy a text saying she felt ill and could not join the festivities for today. She was upset that Mellie was there. That meant she was going to have to settle for her room. It bothered her like a constant headache relentless on stopping. There was only two more weeks left and the campaign would be over. She didn't know what was going to happen and even if she and Fitz could survive. Her face started to heat up and her eyes began to burn. Olivia climbed into her bed and clutched onto her soft sheets. Maybe a nap would help buffer the pain. She closed her eyes tight and drifted to sleep.

"Where is she Cyrus?" Fitz asked pinching the bridge of his nose looking around the room in an effort to spot Olivia.

"She's sick sir. Said she's not feeling well. She sent me some pointers to pass along to you. She said she's sorry and she will see us tomorrow." Cyrus said handing Fitz the iPad with the details of what Olivia expected Fitz to do.

"I'll be back."

"Fitz, she's fine she's probably just really tired."

"I. will. Be. Back. Cyrus." And with that Fitz strolled out of the lobby and into the elevator. Going up.

Knock knock knock

What the hell is wrong with him! She told him she wasn't feeling well and he said it was okay and that she needed the break. She couldn't sleep so she just laid in bed sulking. Stretching a bit Olivia climbed out of bed, dragging her body to the door. Without looking out the peephole, she yanked open the door ready to chew Cy out.

"Ugh Cyrus I told you I'm-"

"Cheating on me with Cy? That really stings Liv." He closed the door behind him and invited himself in.

He noticed immediately something was wrong. Her eyes told him everything. Her eyes looked sad. Vacant.

"So you are sick huh? What's the matter? Need some TLC pretty young thing?" Fitz laughed leaning up against her.

"I'm fine."

"Mmmhm. You can't hide from me Olivia. I know you baby."

"Yeah. Whatever. You know what I'm not fine. You can't just whisper dirty shit in my ear when we are surrounded by the team. You think its funny? Cyrus was right in front of me! What if he would've heard you? I'm done with this. You don't respect me. Why should you! It's not like we are tied together – she pointed to her left hand—or that we have a kid together." She was in his face now. She didn't mean it. She wasn't really mad at him about what happen down stairs. She just needed to say something to through off his suspicions that she was just hurt.

"Livvie. I didn't know that you didn't like it when I do that.

She liked it. She loved it even. It was a turn on for her.

… I am so sorry I didn't know you felt that way. And what do you mean it's not like we have kids? I don't need a baby with you to make me stay. Speaking of babies I would love for you to be the mother of my children. Livvie I want a future with you. Wither you believe it or not. "Olivia stood stiffly against the bathroom door. She thought about her words carefully before responding.

"I'm not too keen on babies. I love children don't get me wrong but I'm too busy and quite frankly I'm more than positive I would raise my child alone giving the fact I am your little mistress. Your Marilyn Monroe."

"Stop it. Stop it right there. One you are not my mistress, two I'm not president yet so that Marilyn comment is dust. Come her Liv. I love you. I am in love with you. No matter what happens. I will always be here. I'm sorry if I scared you with the baby talk. I don't ever want you to feel like a dirty secret. " Fitz held onto her and hugged her tight. Not letting go.

Present day

"Livvie. How... When.. Are you sure?" Fitz heart was pumping loud in his ears now. What if she is pregnant? That's exciting but the look on her face is pure terror.

"I don't know. It started yesterday. That's why I cancelled on you. I couldn't get out of bed. Today I threw up 3 times. Fitz I'm scared. I was never worried about the media storm that is going on, speaking of which Huck drove me here in his jeep I was laying down in the back so no one saw anything. Huck is outside. I want us Fitz. I want to help with the campaign and get you back in here again. I'm just scared that if I am pregnant than things will only get worst. I'm worried about how will this play out. The people will hate you. Divorcing your wife of 23 years for your mis- girlfriend who could be carrying your... Your child." She took a deep breath and fell back onto the couch. Fitz couldn't move his feet. He was stuck in place. It was quite funny. He was literally and physically stuck. He had so much on the line. He knew that everything was going to get crazier from here on out. Mellie complied too quickly for his liking and that left him uneasy. He couldn't worry about that now. His only concern at the moment was his Livvie. He would do anything to protect her. His heart dropped as he looked at her slouched down in the couch twiddling her thumbs. Once again his Livvie was caught in the eye of the storm. And this time there was no "fixing" this crisis.

Hmm so this isn't the first time that they've had "baby talk" poor Liv she's so scared! And Fitz is just as worried! What will he do next? Will Mellie try to turn the media against Fitz and Olivia? How long will they avoided the chaos going on? And is Olivia ready to be a mother and to stand by Fitz side?

Hmmmmmmm

Until next time xoxox