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I do not own Scandal or any of its characters.

A.N.: I chose the name Aimee cos it's French - like Doux Bebe. And it means "Dearly loved, Beloved". I thought it would be an appropriate name for Olivia to choose for their baby because she'd want to choose a name that symbolizes love while having a connection to Fitz's roots.

When I wrote the first chapter I was not aware of the name most people in the fandom use for an Olitz babygirl - Lia. It's also a very sweet name, perhaps we could go with Aimee Lia :), what do you all think?

"Why do you still love me?" Olivia asked.

He loosened his grip on her so he could look at her face. He put his hand under her chin and raised her head, and waited until they were eye to eye. He then caressed her face gently and replied, "It was never even a choice, Olivia. It has never been a choice. You took my heart the moment I laid eyes on you, and I've been in love with you ever since. I will always, always love you."

Fitz woke up to the coos of Aimee that morning. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his Livvie laying on her side on the bed, and Aimee lying in between them. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him was real at first. He thought he was dreaming, and he was in awe of how beautiful a dream it was. He wanted to reach over and touch them, but he was too scared to lose that image so he stayed still.

It was a few moments later that he realized it was no dream, it was reality. He exhaled sharply, drawing Olivia's gaze to his face. She smiled sweetly at him, and his eyes watered.

Finally he reached his Livvie and ran his hand gently on her cheek. Then his hand slid over her shoulder, down her arm and over her hand, landing on Aimee's belly. He moved closer to them, and held his baby's little hand. Her fingers wrapped around his forefinger. Fitz looked at Liv once more, and moved even closer to put a kiss on her hairline.

After a while, he sat up against the headboard and cradled Aimee in his arms. When his daughter was comfortable, he pulled Liv towards himself, wrapping her with his right arm while holding Aimee with his left. Olivia put her head on his chest, putting her right hand on Aimee.

At that moment, those three were the definition of love, peace, and happiness.

After their daughter fell asleep, Fitz and Olivia prepared breakfast together. At the table, Fitz sat next to Liv instead of across from her. He turned on his chair to face her, and pulled her chair closer to himself. She squealed and was silenced by his lips on hers. After their long, deep kiss, they fed each other while talking.

After the breakfast they were standing in front of the living room window. Olivia was standing in front of him, with his arms wrapped around her body and her arms wrapped around his arms. "I cannot leave, Livvie" Fitz whispered. "Fitz you have to" said Olivia turning towards him. "You are the President. You cant just disappear, you cant not be in the White House for any longer."

"Yes. I can." He responded. "I'll go back, just not now, not today. I need to be here with you Liv, and with our baby."

Fitz held her cheeks within his palms and leaned his face towards hers. He brushed his lips against hers, softly. Olivia trembled and whimpered, at the touch.

They heard Aimee's cries right at that moment and giggled while letting go of each other. Olivia went to check on her and Fitz called Cyrus to let him know that he should handle things for the day because he would not be coming to the White House. Despite Cyrus' rants and the fact that it indeed was a reckless move, he could not leave his Livvie and his baby yet. He needed them. He needed to be with them. In the end he hung up by saying this was what was happening so Cyrus needed to find a way of taking care of the situation.

After hanging up, Fitz went to find Olivia and Aimee. He found them in the nursery, Liv sitting on the sofa, breastfeeding their babygirl. Fitz went and sat right next to her. He was in awe of the two of them. The way Olivia was holding their baby - protective, loving, with absolute care - was absolutely awe-inspiring. Even in his dreams of them, he hadn't imagined it being this beautiful. And he definitely had never experienced this with Mellie, Olivia was an amazing mother.

Looking at the love of his life intently, he felt a warmth he never felt before. He was consumed by his love for her.

After a while Aimee fell asleep and Liv put her into her crib. As soon as she put the baby down, Fitz grabbed her and pulled her towards the sofa, situating her on his lap so she ended up straddling him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and hands dove into his hair while he held her tightly around the waist.

"Liv" he whispered after a few minutes. "I love you Liv. We belong together. We should never be apart anymore."

This was her undoing. Her tears started to flow and she couldnt control her sobs. "Fitz" she spoke through the tears. "Fitz, please dont leave me anymore. I need you. Our baby needs you. I cant be happy without you. Please Fitz, please don't ever let me leave again."

"I wont Liv. I promise you we will never be apart anymore. We will figure out what to do for the next two months, I will come here every night if that's what it takes. If you have another idea, tell me how you want to do it and we will do it. We will never be apart from now on. Never ever. You are mine, and I am yours. Do you understand me? Do you, Liv?" he asked tilting her face towards his with one hand. She just nodded frantically with tears all over her face.

"Don't cry baby. Not anymore." Fitz said while wiping her tears with his fingers. But as he wiped them, new ones were forming and falling down her cheeks. He put his lips on her cheeks and kissed her tears - kissed all over her face, ending up at her lips.

Her tears slowed and she hugged him tighter and tighter. "I love you Livvie" Fitz whispered as he caressed her back.

Olivia's hands traveled to the hem of his t-shirt and she pulled it off. Their eyes met and she said "I missed you, Fitz. I want you..." She whispered, looking at him with hooded eyes.

Their mouths collided with passion. There was no stopping until they were both sweaty, spent, and asleep in each other's arms.

My babies made a baby... Shonda aborted that baby. She will never be able to touch this one.