"How'd your day go?" Fitz asked her when she answered the phone that night after dinner with Jake.

"It was fine. You made it back safe, that's good. Anything major I should know about?" Liv answered.

"If there was something for you to know, I'd tell you. Everything is fine."

Olivia could tell by his abruptness that he was either tired or pissed. "What's wrong? I haven't talked to you in two weeks and you sound upset. Did Mellie do something?"

"Olivia, not everything is about my wife!"

"You're right; I'm going to hang up now. Goodnight Mr. President."

She hung up the phone, slamming it in the cradle. If Fitz was pissed, he could at least tell her about what was making him that way. Or just say he didn't want to talk about it. Just before she rolled over on her side after turning the light off the phone rang again.

"What?"

"First, don't ever slam a phone on me again. Second, goodnight."

Fitz hung up gently so he wasn't to piss her off. He'd had enough dealing with Cyrus's drama when he returned, then adding Mellie to the mix was punishment enough. He didn't feel like dealing with Olivia's attitude as well. Fitz got up and poured himself a glass of Scotch before making a bed on the couch in the Oval for the night. This way he'd have some quiet from his wife.

Olivia hit her alarm to quiet it as she sat up in bed the next morning. Once she stepped out of the shower back into her bedroom she saw her phone light up signaling a call.

"Did you wake up in a better mood?" she asked Fitz.

"And if I didn't?"

"Then I pity everyone at 1600 today. Especially Lauren since she has to deal with your cranky ass all day. I'm assuming since it's only six in the morning, you spent the night in your office and are still wearing the clothes you came off the plane with from yesterday. Also, there's been no coffee delivered because you're still a grouch and I can practically smell the Scotch through the phone."

"Such a smart ass."

"What is so wrong that you're being a prick to ME? Of all people?"

Fitz laughed at her question before he answered. "What makes you think that you are immune to me being an ass? You honestly think that you're better than all of us and are to be treated like a princess? I have a damn country to run, thanks to you, your highness. So I better get off the phone and make shit happen. Have a nice day."

Olivia stared at the phone for several minutes working through what she had done to him recently that would have him angry at her. After looking at the clock she realized she needed to get going.

When she got to work there were a dozen red roses left on her desk for her. She picked up the note attached and read it. I'm sorry for being an ass. FTG3. Of course he was sorry, he's always sorry, she thought.

"He won't do it," Huck stated from her doorway. "He'll tell you he will all year but you know he won't."

"Huck, how do you know?"

"Thomas didn't leave for Sally. They never leave their wives. You've done a hundred cases in the same situation. Remember they stay with their wives. I want you to be happy, Liv. Cut the string before it gets any uglier."

"I can't Huck. I can't leave him. He's got…"

"He's having you followed. His agent came in to deliver those personally and spilled when I pulled a gun. That's why he's pissed. You had dinner with Jake last night and he's angry about it."

Olivia closed her eyes realizing how stupid it was that she didn't notice surveillance on her. With Fitz out of the country for two weeks, of course she would have an agent following her.

"Thanks, I'll handle it."

After a few hours alone in her office, Abby came in with the paperwork for their latest case.

"Huck told us about… him. What are you going to do?" Abby asked her.

"I'm not going to do anything. I can't change anything about the situation. So I am going to sit here and wait patiently. He calls every night and every morning. When he wants to talk about what's bothering him, he'll tell me. I'm not his wife; I'm not going to push."

"That's exactly it, Liv," Abby said taking a seat. "You aren't his wife. You have no claim to him. He's not going to leave Mellie for you. There's not going to be a happily ever after here for the two of you. There won't be kids, a house, and a dog, with a white picket fence. Or whatever it is he tells you he wants with you. None of that is real, it's all made up. You just handled a crisis exactly this way. He paid that woman millions of dollars. Is that what you're after? Are you after his money?"

"That is ridiculous and you know it. I love Fitz and I want to be with him. Even if he didn't have any money and wasn't the President, I'd still want to be with him. He loves me and we are going to have Vermont, and our kids, and make jam. That's the plan, I just have to wait."

"Is that fair to you? Olivia, is that really what you want? To wait for him? You have phone calls and flowers and notes, but that's it. You don't get the pictures with him or the bed with him. You get those spare moments he has and is willing to give you when he isn't spending them with his kids. The only thing you're going to get when this is over is hush money. There's nothing else you get out of this. Realize that soon, Liv. He's the President, it's going to end badly. You work for the White House a lot, so what are you going to do when the shit hits the fan and the two of you are over?"

"Abby, he's not going to break up with me. We're just having a little fight. And I'm not even fighting."

"No, you aren't using your head. Fitz needs to figure out where he stands with you. And you need to either let him go or make him decide between you and her. You are worth so much more than standing on the sideline for the next four years."

Abby stood from the chair heading to the door as Olivia thanked her.

Liv went through her situation in her mind for hours that afternoon. Before she knew it, 8:00 came around and she hadn't done a thing all day. She said goodnight to Quinn and Huck who were the only ones there before she left. Still thinking, Liv went home and got ready for bed. Within minutes of her head hitting the pillow, Fitz called.

"Hi," he greeted their normal way when she answered.

"Hi."

"Did you get the roses?"

"I did. Thank you but you didn't have to do that."

"I was a jerk, Livie. I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Okay," she whispered. For a second, Fitz thought she hung up it was so quiet.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired, so I'm going to bed."

Fitz looked at the clock on his desk. 9:05. "You aren't watching the news. Are you sick?" he asked half joking but more serious.

"I'm not sick, Fitz. I'm just tired. I had a long day, I guess."

"Olivia, if you're sick I'll come over and take care of you. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I promise, I've just been thinking," she said using her tone.

With the tone and the way she said the words, Fitz knew it was bad and was about them. "Don't Olivia. Don't think about whatever it is about us. Just stop thinking about it right now."

"Fitz, what if…"

"NO! Damn it Olivia! Just stop. There's nothing about us that we don't already know or can't handle. Stop thinking and just… just sleep. You just said you had a long day, so get some sleep. Please sweet baby, stop thinking."

"Fine. I'm just tired Fitz. I'll talk to you tomorrow."