Chapter 3: Have Some Faith

Faith: (n) confidence or trust in a person or thing

OPOV

Olivia awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. She slightly stretched and pushed the covers off her body. It was a new day and for the first time in her pregnancy she didn't wake up running to the toilet. The bed next to her was empty and she couldn't help but smile. She knew Fitz was serious about "three meals a day" and the thought of him slaving away in the kitchen nearly made her heart explode.

She quickly freshened up in the bathroom before making her way into the kitchen. Fitz was wearing black shorts and t-shirt and looked as if he had just returned from the gym. She quickly checked the time and saw it was nearly 9:30.

"Morning, baby."

"Did you run this morning?" She replied, gently caressing his back. He smelled of sweat and the outdoors and the imagine of him working out sent her libido into overdrive.

"5 miles...it will be ready soon."

He was hovered over a stove cooking bacon and the sight of it made Olivia's stomach growl. She decided to fix herself a glass of juice and set the table for two as yesterday's events returned to the forefront of her mind. She was soon headed back into the kitchen when her telephone rang.

The caller ID flashed a Washington area code.

She picked up the phone and was warmly greeted by a gentleman's voice. He explained he was from the DC police department and also a friend of her fathers. They needed to ask her some follow up questions and wanted to arrange a meeting. They offered to fly to Chicago and meet her in person.

Olivia glanced at Fitz who was watching her from the kitchen. She decided to be honest with the officer and explain she was pregnant and not feeling well, requesting a phone conference instead. She knew this would be the only way Fitz could safely be present. By the end of the conversation they agreed to speak again later that evening at 6:00. This would give her time to make arrangements if she wanted a lawyer or her father to be present.

When she hung up the phone she met a piercing set of blue eyes behind her.

"They're moving fast, Livvie. I wonder if there's a suspect..."

They walked back into the dining room and sat down. Fitz had prepared two plates for them and although he kept talking, all she could think about were bacon and eggs.

She was starving.

FPOV

Fitz watched Olivia take a big bite of food. She was wearing the same robe from the night before except her hair was now curly and she looked well rested. They had showered last night together before going to bed and he was pleased to see her feeling so well.

"They just have some more questions. Don't worry...I'm a fairly good lawyer. I think I will be able to handle them," she said between mouthfuls. He couldn't help but smile at her confidence.

"Are you going to call your dad?"

He watched Olivia ponder the question while she continued to eat. A thousands thoughts were going through his head, predominately the one that dealt with his inevitable trip to California.

"I'll give him a call later. But I'm sure he'll already know about the meeting. Have you decided when your heading to the east coast?"

"I wanted to talk to you about that. I'd like to ask Reed to stay here while I'm gone. It will be an overnight trip...at the most. Secret Service will be with me and I'm not comfortable leaving you here with just Huck." His tone was serious and he silently prayed she didn't argue with him over this.

"You know Huck's background, Fitz. He's probably the person I'M MOST safest with," she replied, nearly laughing.

"I don't disagree, Olivia but he's one person and needs to sleep. He can't stay awake 24 hours on his own. I won't take the risk." He wasn't going to back down and he could tell Olivia sensed it.

"When's the last time you've spoken to him? I didn't even realize you two still kept in touch." She was now finished eating and he nearly mentioned how impressed he was that she cleaned her plate but finally thought against it.

"He's been my best friend since grade-school. Of course we do."

Morgan Winston Reed had been Fitzgerald's best friend since the sixth grade. His father was an oil man and was considered to be 'new money', which meant he worked his way up the ladder the old fashion way to become a financial success. He attended private school with Fitz until college and then met up again when they both joined the navy. Fitz's specialty was planes and Reed's specialty was combat, which is why he was later chosen into the Seal Academy. He discharged from the military after the war and took over his fathers oil business. Fitz knew he could handle anything that threatened Olivia...but more importantly he was someone that could be trusted.

It was a little after 1:00 when Fitz decided to give his friend a call.

"Get your ass on a plane to Chicago. I need your help," Fitz immediately told the voice on the other end. A long pause followed before his friend eventually responded.

"Fitzy? It's been a long time brother!" He replied. Fitz rolled his eyes at the nickname. Reed heard his mother call him that one time and never let him forget it.

The men exchanged small talk before Fitz finally explained the purpose of him calling. He didn't want to get into specifics over the phone but made it clear it was an urgent matter and he truly needed his assistance. After a few more details were hashed out, Reed agreed to fly in the next morning and stay for a few days.

Fitz couldn't have been more relieved.

Olivia came into the bedroom just as Fitz ended the call with his friend. She sat next to him on the bed and wrapped her hand around his left bicep. He immediately kissed the top of her head.

"He'll be on the first flight tomorrow. I'll fly out early afternoon and hopefully back by dinner on Thursday."

"I have a check up Friday...there's a chance we could find out the gender. Is that something you even want to know?" He noticed apprehension in her voice and hoped nothing was bothering her.

"Do you want me to be there?" He asked instead of answering her question.

She remained quiet for a moment and he studied her profile. She seemed to stare at nothing in particular and it was at that moment he knew something was bothering her.

"Hey"...he spoke softly, turning her face towards his. "What's wrong?"

OPOV

Olivia looked into Fitz's eyes and felt overwhelmed. It hadn't even been a week since his resignation and major decisions were needing to be made. Fitz was on his way to California and didn't even feel safe leaving her alone. Not to mention a decision needed to be made regarding the next doctors appointment. It was a time when they should be rejoicing but instead she was worried about someone finding the real reason why the President of the United States stepped down from office.

It was a lot to digest.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, her subconscious taking over asking him what she was most afraid of. "This has to be an adjustment..."

Fitz turned her entire body towards him, pulling her legs around to straddle his waist. Her personal space had been invaded and they were now nose to nose. He smelled freshly showered and she nuzzled the stubble growing on his cheek.

"Don't do this. I'm not looking backwards, Livvie...the decisions been made."

His words sank in and she tried to push her deepest fear down inside. What if he ended up resenting her- later down the road. Could their love survive it?

"Have some faith in me, Olivia...in us...please." He kissed her softly on the cheek several times as he spoke and like a switch an internal flame turned on inside and took over. Everything became gray and the craving for him uncontrollable. She began to kiss him down his neck line, slowly licking his skin until she reached his chest.

You've been so gentle with me, Fitz...too gentle. I can handle more."

"Jesus, Livvie..." She could hear the turmoil in his voice and knew she was asking a lot from him. There was no rationale to her wanting him this way; yet she couldn't shake the feeling. She wasn't made of glass and knew he was being overly cautious with her.

They began to undress one another and before too much thought could be given, she turned herself around to him, somehow trying to mentally tell him she wanted more. She felt him grab her hair, pulling her backwards against his chest. And she immediately closed her eyes at the contact.

It was exactly what she wanted.

"You know I can't be the way I want to..." He spoke deeply into her temple. "But maybe we can compromise."

He parted her legs with his knees, bending her over so she was on all fours. Her breathing quickened and she felt herself slightly trembling at his touch. He was caressing her back lightly in no particular pattern when he suddenly bent down behind her and forcefully entered his tongue into her pussy. It took her so off guard he had to steady her hips so she wouldn't fall.

She screamed his name loudly begging him not to stop. He continued the tortuous rhythm until she climaxed, her arms rapidly growing weak. He instantly pulled out of her not allowing her orgasm to fully last- much to her disappointment.

His penis was suddenly inside her and she nearly collapsed onto the bed. Every thrust was long and exquisitely perfected yet gentle and somehow nurturing. The sensation was more than she could bare and her body was on overdrive. Her arms now on fire were about to give when she felt him pull her hair backwards again, now matching every thrust.

It was of course his way of compromising.

All sense of surroundings left Olivia and her desire to climax took on a life of it's own. She couldn't yell or scream or even make a sound- yet her insides felt the opposite. Her scalp tingled as wave after wave of warmth covered her from head to toe.

Somehow Fitz sensed her limit and pulled her up by the waist eventually emptying himself into her. They were now both on their knees, each of them panting heavily. Fitz kissed her softly on the ear, nuzzling the base of her neck. He held onto her until she calmed for a some time and eventually asked her what she already knew weighed heavily on his mind.

"Are you alright, baby? Was it enough?"

Olivia reached behind her and cupped his cheek before turning around to face him. He readjusted himself from the bed and pulled her closer in, her legs once again straddling his waist.

"You will always be enough."

FPOV

Fitz and Olivia sat on the couch snuggled next to one another. It was a little after 4:00 in the afternoon and both were trying not to think about the 6:00 phone call that would be taking place soon. Olivia lay against his chest, her legs crossed long ways in front of her. She was reading the book, What to Expect When Your Expecting, that Abby bought her a few weeks ago and also discussing possible baby names.

"Does she seriously think we'd name a baby that?" Fitz asked nearly spitting his drink out. Olivia was sharing the conversation she had with her mother about baby names and he was enjoying making Olivia laugh with his commentary.

When Olivia's cell phone rang they at first didn't hear it. The laughter in the living room was contagious and they were too busy enjoying the moment. After several minutes of no answer the land line rang, startling them both.

"It's the office," Olivia said looking at the caller ID. She pressed a button before answering placing it on speaker.

"It's Olivia...you have us on speaker." They listened intently to Abby share the following information.

"Liv, we have some information. The woman who was pushed used a fake name at the hospital. We got a hold of her fingerprints and finally found a match. Her name is Susan Dansberry."

Fitz froze trying to jog his memory. The name sounded extremely familiar but he couldn't place it for the life of him. Before he could give it more thought Abby continued giving them more information.

"Olivia, there's more. Susan supposedly died over ten years ago."

Fitz remained quiet for the duration of the phone call, trying to recall why the name sounded so familiar. Olivia told them about the phone conference at 6:00 and Fitz's plan to leave for California the next afternoon. Before they hung up, Fitz spoke requesting two things: a list of donors that donated to his campaign and where in California the woman was living before her death.

"She was living in Santa Barbara." Abby replied also telling him the list would be faxed over within the hour. Olivia ended the call and immediately looked at him.

"She's from your hometown." Olivia said, her voice in disbelief. "That can't be a coincidence."

No baby, it's definitely not."

A/N: I apologize for such a short chapter :( and cannot thank you enough for supporting this story. To answer some questions- there will be no SL or character after season one mentioned in this story. However, I will be exploring Fitz having friends as well as his relationship with his parents.