Olivia stands frozen in her spot, looking at the tv then at Fitz. Fitz standing now and looking at her.
"Is that what you were doing last night? You were our handling business with Ballard? That business was murdering the Vice President of the United States. Oh wait, no she died of a heart attack." Fitz snaps, his body closed off and his face tense. His voice gaining volume with each word.
Olivia swallows hard, she made a mistake last night and she can't get out of it now. She cannot lie to the man she loved any longer.
"Fitz-
He cuts her off, "I do not want to hear your bullshit excuse Olivia! You never truly left Washington or the darkness. This is all B613! So what is Jake Command now?" He asks, he stops suddenly - able to read Olivia like a children's book.
"Oh no. You are Command. Command Pope. Like father like daughter, eh? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, now does it?" Fitz yells, his emotions so tangled inside he doesn't know what to feel. Sadness, anger, betrayal, hopelessness.
Tears prickle Olivia's eyes. Last night was her way out. She was trying to get out of B613 last night but Jake kept threatening Fitz's life if she didn't do what they had planned. She is command but she let him walk all over her. She did not do the direct killing, that was Jake. He told Luna to take the pill and Olivia was there to force her to that point and then she left.
Fitz looks at her, his mouth hanging open slightly. A frown lining his gorgeous, handsome face.
"Fitz-
"I do not want to hear it! You went back into the darkness and you went back in it with Jake. I was sitting here waiting for you last night with dinner made. You make me feel like an idiot for having hope in you when all you do is lie to me. You really are command." Fitz yells, his voice breaking at the end as tears fill his eyes, "You killed a woman. Not only a woman but a mother. Her children are orphans now, Olivia. I don't care why you did it, but you killed someone." He whispers, grabbing his coat and heading out the door with his car keys.
His chest twisted with emotional pain and distraught. He didn't know what to do or how to deal with this. He thought this was their fresh start in their home. She said she wanted to dream.
Tears rush down Olivia's cheeks as she rushes to the front door, Fitz already driving down the long driveway with secret service in an unmarked SUV behind him.
She made a mistake last night. She was trying to fight for freedom. She was trying to leave.
Olivia begins to sob as she sits down on the couch, her tiny body rattled with sobs and trembling. The only man she ever loved just left. She lied to him.
XX
Fitz sits quietly in his SUV with secret service all around him. He is parked outside a frozen lake with a beautiful view of the Vermont scenery. It is too cold of a winter day to get out so now it's just him, the frozen lake and his thoughts.
What now?
XX
The day passes by without Fitz coming home. Olivia curled up in bed, her stomach twisted into knots with her unknown future staring her in the face. Her eyes swollen from tears, she wants him to come home so she can talk to him. Explain herself. She did a horrible thing but she just wanted out.
She grabs her phone off the nightstand, clearing the notification that her period is 10 days late and sending Fitz a text.
To: Fitz
Come home so we can talk. Please.
She sighs, putting her phone down as her stomach flops again. She rushes out of bed, making it to the toilet just in time and heading into the bowl. Her stomach empty by the time she is done, wiping her mouth with toilet paper and rinsing her mouth out.
Olivia stares at herself in the mirror, her body and eyes tired. Her heart aching. She did this to them. She should've thought before she acted. She rubs her unsettled stomach, freezing in the mirror as she sees her hand on her stomach.
No. It's not possible.
"Olivia." She whispers to herself, remembering the last time she was pregnant. Her sickness was just like this. She shakes her head, her hands trembling as she opens the medicine cabinet in the washroom. Fitz has unpacked most of her things from her apartment and placed them in the places he knew she would want them.
She stares at the pregnancy test in her hand, "I can't be." She whispers, tears prickling her eyes once again. A piece of her heart begins to swell with the thought of being pregnant. Carrying a little Grant.
She aborted her last pregnancy because they weren't ready and she was not going to bring a child into the environment. Yet again a topic her and Fitz have not spoke about. She has always wanted children with Fitzgerald Grant but nobody else. It was their dream. Not just his dream but theirs.
She opens up the box and the packaging, uncapping the end of the test and settling down on the toilet.
"It's okay." She whispers, her hands shaking as she takes the test and sets it on the counter. Setting a timer on her phone after she washes her hands.
It will be okay, right?
XX
The bedroom door opens to flood in the light from the hallway as Fitz walks in the door that night. Olivia groans, lifting her head and looking at the clock.
1:03am
"Fitz." She whispers, sitting up and turning on the lamp on her nightstand.
Olivia looks at him, his handsome face tired and eyes puffy with tears. He takes off his jacket as he walks into the closet. Not saying a word.
"You aren't going to say anything? You've been running away all day." She says with anger, looking at him as he gets changed. Her eyes wondering his sculpted, hot body as he tears off his shirt and pants.
He doesn't answer, putting his clothes in the laundry and walking out in his boxers. His eyes catching hers - his blue eyes holding anger and frustration.
"Fitz. We need to talk." She whimpers, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I made a mistake. I know. But we can't let it destroy us." She gasps, feeling their future begin to slip away.
Fitz stops, "What would you like me to say, Olivia?" He snaps. His voice ice cold. Her full name. He never uses her full name when they are together.
Olivia swallows, pulling up the covers, "Tell me you will listen and there's hope. Tell me you will understand." She whimpers out, flooded with emotion, "because I'm pregnant and you can't walk away like this."