At the ball, President Fitz stood shaking the hands of everyone, and smiling. His eyes glance down the line emerging into the room. He spots Olivia, his smile blatantly drops as he sees her arm hooked around Steven's, not his. Her stomach pooched with a baby that should be his, and a flirty smile that had belonged to him for as long as he knew her.
"Honey smile" Millie hinted
He didn't respond,
"Fitz. You're making a fool of yourself." Said Millie.
He completely ignored her and the President of France, who was looking to shake his hand. His focus was on Olivia and he didn't care who saw it, especially her.
Olivia happened to glance over feeling his stare pinned on her. His face was covered with hurt.
A little ashamed, she looked away from him, and whispered in Steven's ear. Steven looked at her with confusion. She shook her head, and he complied, taking her hand and leading her back out. Fitz left the line following them.
"Fitz, Fitz no" Millie called after him, but stayed in place in fear of seeming completely rude.
Fitz chased her into the hallway. "Olivia"
She stopped. Steven looked back .
His eyes traced over her pregnant belly. "Can we talk?"
"No"
"One minute"
"… No"
"Why not?"
"Because, my fiancé and I need to leave."
Fitz looked to Steven. An unsaid beg.
"Liv, give him one minute" he suggested
Olivia took in a deep breath, before "Fine, but only one minute."
"Okay."
The door to a room opens, Olivia enters into the room. Fitz follows.
"So what?"
"You know what. Liv I purposed giving up the Presidency for you, everything I've worked for, for you, and what do you do? Cover up my only escape, leave me again, and get knocked up by some other guy" said Fitz angry "What was I in this alone? Did you ever love me? Or did you just want to sleep with a powerful man?"
"The reason I left was because you were taken."
"You know my wife means nothing to me."
"Not by Millie but by who you are. You are not meant to sit at home, rubbing my feet because their soar, holding me because I'm not feeling good. Mowing the lawn, paying the bills, I love you. I love you enough to know when I'm hurting you." Olivia broke plainly. "You're a great man… meant to do great things, you can't do them with me on your arm… you can't"
Fitz sits down. Warn out by this conversation. He knew she was right, but he also knew that this was not something he could do he couldn't handle not having her. That was way worse.
"I loved you." She said meekly "And I still do"
His eyes shot up at her, as she stood up. Fitz helped her up gently.
"I deserve to be taken to nice restaurants, I deserve the front door, not the back door, I deserve a room with my husband, not a room down the hallway from the man I'm seeing. I deserve a ring, not a list of promises. I deserve to be held, at a park, in day light. I deserve children, not a love child. " Olivia began to slightly cry
Fitz, pulled her into a hug, and held onto her. She cried in to his chest, as he held onto her, and kissed her on the top of the head in a soft loving manner.
"I love you" he whispered, a couple more moments before he finally released her.
She wiped her tears, and smiled. "You might need to clean off." She warned, a small amount of makeup had gotten on his shirt.
"Maybe in the next life." He whispered
"Maybe."
She left. Her heart so heavy she thought she was going to die right then and there.