"So you're telling me that you told him you were pregnant and he completely just walked away?"
"Yes Abby, that's what just happened."
"But you're pregnant!"
"I am very well aware that I'm pregnant. Six weeks pregnant to be exact."
Abby got off of the couch across from Olivia and grabbed her purse heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To yell at the President. Where else would I be going?"
"Let it go, Abby. He doesn't want anything to do with me or this baby. I don't even know what I want to do with this baby yet."
"You don't know if you want to keep it?"
"I'm not sure yet. I could get an abortion. I could keep the baby or give it up for adoption. I don't know what to do, Abby!"
"Your mood swings are driving me crazy lately. You do have some time to make a decision. You're only six weeks pregnant."
"I know. I will keep thinking about it. I'm going to head to bed for a nap, you can stay around if you want."
Once Olivia was laying down in bed, Abby ran out of the apartment getting to the White House as fast as she could.
Abby showed her guest pass to the security guard going to the Oval.
"Ma'am you can't go in there!" his secretary called after her trying to get in the Oval.
Abby went passed her and slammed the door open to his office finding Fitz with Cyrus and several other people.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!" she yelled at him.
"Excuse you, I'm a bit busy here. How did you get onto the grounds anyway?" Fitz called back. Seeing that Abby wasn't going to back down, "would you excuse us please?" Fitz sent everyone in the room out still leaving Cyrus with him. "What the hell do you think you're doing coming in here, in the Oval Office, in the middle of the day, while I'm in a very important meeting?"
"I think you owe someone a very sincere apology."
"And who would I need to do that to?"
"Olivia, you ass hole! What is wrong with you? You get her pregnant and then you leave her alone at the funeral. You don't care that you knocked her up?"
"Wait," Cyrus jumped in between them, "Olivia is pregnant? Olivia Pope is pregnant?"
"Unless you know of another Olivia he's been banging, which really wouldn't surprise me."
"Enough! Yes, Cyrus, Olivia is pregnant. Who cares?"
"Really, Fitz?" Cyrus nearly screamed at him. "Who cares? You damn well better care. This could ruin everything. This could ruin your presidency."
"It's Olivia. This is nothing. She's probably getting an abortion anyway and it won't make any difference."
"Do something!" Abby shouted at him. "You pick up that damn phone and call her and tell her how sorry you are that you're a complete ass hole. And that you want to be there for her because she needs you. You got her pregnant and she needs help!"
"Olivia doesn't need any help, she's Olivia Pope. And I don't want anything to do with her. As a matter of fact, I hope I never see her again. I don't want her anywhere near me, this presidency, or this White House. You tell her that if she comes anywhere near here, I will have her arrested for treason."
Fitz slammed the door leaving Cyrus and Abby in the Oval alone.
"She's really pregnant?"
"Six weeks. She doesn't know what she wants to do yet. But I highly doubt she will get an abortion. She's already calling it her baby."
"I don't know what to do about this then. All I can do is protect him."