A/N: I wasn't going to continue this but you guys were so nice in the reviews that I felt like I should. This is a one shot of Olitz talking about Vermont because I don't feel like the writers talk about it enough. Anyone, read and review please! XOXO

Olivia was almost asleep when her phone began ringing beneath her pillow. She squinted at the blinding screen, becoming instantly awake when she read the number. She put the phone down and sighed. She couldn't talk to him, couldn't bear the sound of his voice, couldn't cope with the weight of another stolen moment. Within minutes, the phone buzzed again. First ring. He was married. He was the leader of the free world. Second ring. He was someone else's. Third ring. He was not hers. Fourth ring. That was what hurt the most. Fifth ring. She couldn't call him hers in the light of day. He only belonged to her in the dark. Sixth ring. He wasn't going to give up. She clicked the ANSWER icon.

"Hello," she yawned.

"Hi," Fitz replied. It was one syllable, barely a word at all, but he made it hold so many beautiful promises. She could picture his face, a small smile curling his lips, his eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea.

"Hi," she breathed, all her insecurities falling away. There was something about the way he talked to her that made everything okay. His voice slipped inside her, seeking out all the cracks in her heart and filling them instantly.

"You were asleep." She could picture his smirking, his eyebrows raised, his expression smug. "It's only 9:30. You're getting old, kid."

"I'm exhausted, she replied, grinning. "Some of us are trying to win a presidential election,"

"It'd be okay if I lost," he said after a moment. Olivia bolted upright in bed and clumsily reached for the bedside lamp. He wasn't joking.

"What?" She rubbed her left temple, thinking that he had finally snapped.

"It'd be okay if I lost," he repeated. "I could divorce Mellie, and marry you, and we could move to Vermont."

"Vermont?" She had to laugh. They had visited Vermont a few weeks earlier. It was the cleanest, quietest little state, a macrocosm of Small Town, USA.

"Yeah." Ha laughed softly. He could hear Mellie snoring softly from the adjoining bedroom. He could also hear the television coming from Cyrus's room, so he wasn't sure what could be heard from his room. "You get all four seasons. The government is strong. The schools are great. I could run for mayor. And you could make jam."

"Jam?" She laughed. She couldn't picture herself making jam. The idea of her cooking was absolutely ludicrous.

"Yes, jam," he replied, grinning in the darkness. "And cookies, and cupcakes, and Sunday dinners, and Easter eggs, and Halloween costumes, and Christmas cards, and school lunches…"

"I'm guessing from all that that there will be babies."

He laughed. "Yes. Babies. Six babies if we can manage."

She almost choked. "We can't, Fitz."

"We can."

"Three."

"Five."

"Four."

"Deal."

"And dogs."

"One dog."

"Two."

"Fine, Fitz."

"And maybe some ducks. I want our house to have a lake."

"Two ducks and a manmade pond. Take it or leave it."

"It's a deal, baby."

Olivia lay back on her pillow, staring up at the ceiling, the silliest grin on her face. She could see it all. Four kids, two boys with his curls, two girls with his eyes. Two dogs, a big one for him and a little one for her. Two ducks, paddling around a little pond in the backyard. Lacrosse games and tennis matches. Saturdays, peewee games, loading up the SUV. Fitz with a little gray at his temples, going for runs in the morning while she made school lunches. She had never considered herself one for domesticity, but for him she'd make jam every day.

She said it before her brain registered that it was coming out of her mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too." He didn't hesitate. It was the first time they had both said it. They were both quiet for a while. He finally said, "So what are you wearing?"

Olivia laughed until tears streamed down her cheeks, rolling onto her side.

He sighed and said, "God I love you, Liv." What he meant was, I'm sorry I was a coward and married her and didn't wait for you.

She replied, "It's okay." She meant, It'll be alright. Just wait and see. Who you are is not where you've been. You're still an innocent.

They were both quiet again, so many words hanging between them. Sometimes Olivia felt crazy for having fallen in love with someone else's husband—the President of the United States, no less. But other times, times like these, she knew it was out of her hands. In a thousand other times and places, any universe, any reality, she'd have found him and he'd have found her, and they would have fallen for each other no matter what. She slipped out of bed and went to the floor to ceiling windows that made up the east wall of her bedroom. She pulled back the curtain and looked up at the night sky. The moon was so bright, so full, so blue—almost the same color as his eyes. She pressed her forehead to the glass. It was said that airports saw more sincere kisses than wedding halls and hospital walls heard more prayers than churches. Olivia decided to add that full moons heard more wishes than any fountain or falling stars or birthday candles to the adage.

His voice was soft, wistful. "Are you looking at the moon too?"

"How did you know?" she gasped.

"I was just hoping you were looking at it and wishing as hard as I was that we were together right now," he replied. He heard her inhale sharply and knew that she was crying. He would have given up everything to hold her right then. Instead, he just whispered sweet baby over and over until her sobs subsided.

"Goodnight," she finally whispered.

"Goodnight," he whispered back.