(Present)

Fitz stood in front of the window in his office, taking in the scene before him. He holds a glass of scotch in his hand, and asks himself how he got to this point in his life. As if on cue, there is a knock at the door, and his secretary Lauren pops her head inside.

"Sir, she's here."

"Send her in Lauren. And please hold my calls until she leaves."

"Yes sir." She says as she steps to the side and allows Liv to enter.

"Hi" he says breathlessly as his eyes drink in her beauty.

"Hi" she responds, equally breathless. Liv walks behind Fitz's desk and wraps her around his waist.

"I've missed you." He acknowledges as her fragrance fills his nostrils.

"I've missed you too." She responds as she rests her head against his chest. She pauses a beat before adding "So, everything is set up for Houston. From what I've heard, the owner of the Ritz Carlton still speaks fondly of all the Grant Campaign had done during that ice storm of '09."

Fitz simply nods and reflects on not only the ice storm, but everything that occurred immediately after.

November 2, 2009 (Election Day)

Fitz sat in his makeshift office, participating in a phone call he would have never believed he would have. Of course as a child, he wondered about being president but he was never serious. All it took was one question to his father about being president, and Big Gerry placed him on the path to the oval.

Fitz originally thought he wanted the job, but that knowledge became doubt when he met Liv. Now he wasn't so sure. When the polls were closed and the winner of the official winner of the election had been announced, realization sank in. On this very day, only one of his two dreams could be possible. With that in mind , Fitz took a deep breath and focused on the conversation at hand, knowing that the other dream would have to wait, just a little while longer.

"Congratulations Mr. President."

"Thank you. It seriously was an amazing race. I look forward to sitting down with you in the near future."

"Same here. Now go enjoy the rest of your evening."

"I like the sound of that."

Fitz hung up the phone, quickly downed his scotch and refilled his glass. He went and collected Mellie, and they left with Cyrus and made their way to address the nation. When the speech was over, Fitz smiled at the thunderous applause that filled the stadium, and had never felt more alive in his life.

When they returned to the hotel, Fitz walked into his office and poured himself a glass of champagne. He took another sip,and realized he only liked champagne when he was licking it off of Liv's body, but she wasn't here, so he didn't want it.

Fitz knew there was one reporter from Good Day San Francisco that he had granted an election night interview as regardless of win or lose, Liv wanted Fitz to address his state and thank them separately from the rest of the nation, for their continued support. Had already given his interview, but the camera crew as well as camera crews from the local news stations were waiting for footage of him and Mellie.

Fitz reluctantly stood and looked in the mirror and smoothed his tie. When his look was what he thought would be "Livvie approved" he left his office and went in search of Mellie with a genuine smile on his face. Yes that surprised even him. Could've been the alcohol or the election, but he just couldn't stop smiling even after he was going to pretend with his wife once again.

The children had been with them long enough to see the results of the election before they were whisked back home to prepare for bed. This angered Fitz tremendously, but he wasn't going to let Mellie put a damper on his night.

No matter how hard he tried to hide his smile in this moment, Fitz was grinning wider than the Cheshire cat. After searching from room to room, he finally found her mingling with a group of staffers in the far corner of the campaign's situation room. He took a deep breath before crossing the room with his eyes set solely on Mellie.

It's showtime... Smile Fitz, the whole world is watching...

Fitz felt the cameras all pointed on him as he had after all just learned his fate for the next four or more years. Honestly nothing even matter. Between Liv leaving, and the scotch he had consumed to lessen the pain of her absence, Fitz had decided that right here, right now, in front of the entire nation, it was now or never. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and prayed his scotch wouldn't be revisiting him as he did what he was about to do.

When he finally reached her, Fitz swooped Mellie up, and crushed his lips against hers. There was no tongue, but it was a kiss that most definitely shocked everyone in the room. Fitz figured America would love it, for now.

He held her tightly and spun her around, causing Cyrus to do a double take. Shocked at what he was seeing, Cyrus made his way over to the staffer who was doubling as bartender, and had him cut Fitz off for the remainder of the night. He was definitely drunk.

When Fitz finally set Mellie down on her feet, he looked into her eyes, noting the flustered look on her face. He knew he hadn't kissed her like that in years, but this moment definitely called for it. Optics after all, are everything, right? Fitz looked into Mellie's eyes and hands slowly moved up to cup her face. He couldn't help but replay their marriage over and over in his head. He thought of their wedding and their children. He thought of everything they had shared by force, not choice. The couple they were supposed to be for the sake of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. But Fitz noticed the credits began before they reach that point. As he saw the final credits on their marriage begin to play, Fitz's smile returned with a vengeance as he tilted his head and said "Mellie, I want a divorce." Fitz reached into his suit pocket, and pulled out a stack of folded papers which he placed in Mellie's hand.

It took a few minutes for Mellie to fully grasp what Fitz had just said. She refused to unfold the papers as she was afraid to see what was inside. As realization settled in, Mellie's face fell, but she quickly recovered. The panic in her eyes however, remained.

"Oh Fitz, you are quite the jokester this evening!" Mellie said with the fakest laugh she could muster.

Internally she was panicking. And as she realized no one was laughing with her, she knew that he was serious. Mellie opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead, she just stood there stunned.

This can't be happening.

Mellie and Big Gerry had a deal. She would marry Fitz and bear his offspring, and she in return would become first lady of the united states.

Damn that man for dying too soon.

Mellie knew she had to think and think fast. If she didn't play her cards right, she'd never see the interior walls of the East Wing, and she'd die before she let that happen.

Fitz didn't think ill of Mellie, at least not in the beginning. She was beautiful, awe inspiringly intelligent, and he knew she could one day hold her own office. Mellie was meant to be a senator, not a housewife. She was meant to walk thr halls of congress. Not watering roses and picking turnips in the White House garden. He cared for her as the mother of his children, and at maybe one point he felt love for her. But he was never in love with her. She wasn't the one for him, and based on the way they fought day after day, night after night, he knew he wasn't the one for her either.

He hoped one day she'd find the one, and he had suspected that she already had, but Fitz knew that he was not him. He knew Mellie and his lieutenant governor Andrew Nichols were close, he just wasn't sure how close. He had a hunch, but he honestly couldn't find it in himself to care.

Fitz watched as Mellie's false operatic laugh slowly dwindled into an uncomfortable chuckle. Her eyes were pleading with him to rethink, but his mind was made up, and there would be no going back.

"I'm not joking Mellie. We've played this game long enough. We've suffered, our children have suffered from our unwillingness to call it quits. I'm done. I'm done subjecting us both to a life of misery, all in the name of politics. Now it's time for us to stand in our truths. It's time for us to stop lying to ourselves, and to the American public. I am filing for divorce." Before she had a chance to respond, Fitz had turned on his heels, and made his way out of the room.

Mellie stood there for a few moments as she processed the fact that her husband had just asked for a divorce in front of the entire nation. Why would he do something so personal, in such a public way? Had her not showing up to comfort him during Gerry's funeral been the final nail in their dead marriage's coffin? Had her blatant neglect of him caused him to...

Mellie was mortified as she never thought Fitz would do this. She never truly thought he'd be so public about it. Needing an escape, Mellie did all she could think of doing at the moment. She scanned the room for the nearest exit, and fled the hotel silently, thinking of ways to make Fitz pay for his actions.

Mellie made her way into the parking lot and fumbled with the remote of her brand new Mercedes. She had bought it for herself a few days before as a "Congratulations on becoming FLOTUS" present. She finally got the car open, and threw her body behind the wheel. "There will be no divorce! Do you hear me Fitzgerald! THERE WILL BE NO DIVORCE!" she screamed as she slammed her car door and sped out of the parking lot, towards what would no longer be her home. Their Santa Barbara ranch belonged to Fitz's mother before she passed. She wasn't entitled to it by definition of the pre-nup.

Fitz heard Mellie screaming in the parking lot, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything other than minor guilt for announcing his plans on national television. Aside from that, he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. When he saw Mellie was finally gone, Fitz couldn't help but smile again as he thought of all the amazing changes that he was about to make happen. It was most definitely a new world.

If Fitz couldn't hide his smile before, he definitely couldn't now as he returned to the conference room, and bid his staffers a good night. He made his way towards the elevator, and waited. The longer he stood there waiting for the elevator, the more he didn't want to go upstairs just yet. He needed to think a little first.

As happy as he was with his choice, Fitz was far from dumb. He knew Mellie wouldn't go quietly. The divorce could take months, years even if Mellie decided to be difficult. He sighed as he realized he had just started a war. His shoulders began to slouch as he realized what Mellie could possibly try to do. He wanted things to go smoothly, but there was no way in hell Mellie would allow that to happen. He knew she would try to take everything from him.

Financially he was fine. He had wisely forced Mellie to sign a pre-nup as he had stocks and shares in his mother's family company, better known as Maybach. He also owned homes and thousands of acres of land that he had inherited from her family as well well. There was no way, he would risk having to give Mellie any percentage of his maternal family's assets. But finances aren't the only thing one has to worry about in a divorce. Fitz had to consider Karen and Jerry as well. Karen and Jerry were his everything, his world. Karen, Jerry, and now Liv were his kryptonite.

Mellie had never been maternal towards the kids, and Fitz knew she only had them for him. Half of the staff knew as she constantly screamed that fact at him during every single argument. He hoped she wouldn't contest his petition for full custody, but he had a feeling she'd do anything to make him suffer for his actions.

He'd have to find a way to get Mellie to sign the divorce papers, and soon. He didn't want Mellie, he didn't love her. Not the way he was supposed to as a husband and the father of her children.

Fitz never thought he'd fall in love, but he had. He had fallen in love with Olivia Pope. The woman he loved however, had packed her things and left. Could he really wait for the moment he could see her again in DC? He knew he couldn't wait to see her, so he decided to arrange a trip to DC for that weekend. Fitz knew he had a lot to prepare for, but for right now, he needed to clear his mind. Still wearing the goofiest smile on his face, Fitz walked towards the hotel's lounge, and decided to have a drink.

Normally a glass of scotch could easily turn into two, then five or more for Fitz. That night however, as his thoughts were consumed with Liv and what their life could be like together, he managed to stop at one. For some reason, he had no real desire to drink since Liv had entered his life. Deciding he had had enough for the evening, Fitz paid his tab and made his way upstairs.

As he approached his suite, Fitz hesitated for a moment as his thoughts once again drifted to Liv. He honestly wished she could be there with him in this moment. He understood why she left, but he really wanted her to be there with him on this special night. The night his life would change forever. Missing Liv seemed to be the only thing that managed to wipe the smile from his face all evening. With a heavy sigh, Fitz slid his keycard into the door, and entered his suite.

Once inside, Fitz kicked off his shoes, and began to undress. He decided to hop into the shower, before heading to bed for the night. As he stood under the steaming hot water, flashes filled his mind of the many ways he and Liv had made love in not only this room, but every room they had occupied since Georgia. Thoughts of her silky toned legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into her, filled his mind. He chuckled when he recalled how they seemed to have broken a lamp in every single room, in the last eight states.

Fitz felt himself hardening as thoughts of her slamming him against the wall filled his mind. The way she raked her nails across his chest as her eyes never left his. The way she seductively licked her lips as she lowered herself to her knees, preparing to take him into her mouth. He loved how she was always so willing to hand over control, but every once in a while she was wild and demanding.

He was now standing at full attention, and cursing himself for the problem he'd have to handle on his own. He thought about taking a cold shower, but he was tired and a cold shower in November, even in California, was the last thing he wanted. Especially when he didn't have his Livvie to snuggle up with. Fitz turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, deciding to handle his "situation" once he climbed into bed. Wanting nothing more than a quick orgasm and eight hours of shut eye, Fitz walked towards his room, not bothering to turn on a single light.

"Took you long enough."

Fitz froze in the doorway as he heard a voice, her voice, calling out to him from inside of his room. He shook his head as he thought he was dreaming, or had way more to drink than he initially thought. He didn't feel like fumbling for the switch on the wall, so Fitz made his way across the room and turned on the lamp.

The moment he saw the face that matched the voice, Fitz's eyes widened as he took in the love of his life laying across his bed. She was dressed in only in a red corset with a matching laced thong, and a pair of silver stilettos. Her hair framed her face in it's natural curly state, her only makeup was the lip gloss on her lips. It took Fitz a moment to process his thoughts as he felt as if he were going to explode at any minute.

"Livvie, Tom said you left." Fitz whimpered as his eyes and brain were trying to communicate that what he was seeing was real.

"Well, technically I did leave my room. I still don't see why you felt the need to rent two rooms everywhere we went. So, I brought all of my things here. Then, I stepped out for a minute and got a little surprise. Something for your eyes only."

Fitz growled as he loved the idea of going to sleep and waking up with Liv wherever they were. He was already one step closer to making that dream a reality. He walked over to the side of the bed and allowed his hand to graze her thigh. Liv looked down and bit on her bottom lip as she noticed the tent that had been created under Fitz's towel.

"Looks like someone is happy to see me." she said as her hand reached for the towel and ripped it off of his body.

"More than you'll ever know." Fitz moaned as he began to move to join Liv on the bed. She put her hand on his chest, and licked her lips as Fitz halted all movements.

"Hmmm, good boy." she said in the sexiest voice Fitz had ever heard. She honestly had no clue what she did to him. Maybe she did and simply didn't care that she was going to be the death of him.

Liv slowly raised herself up, and propped herself up on her knees. She pulled Fitz closer to her body, and took her time allowing her hands to glide over his toned chest, back, and arms. Fitz's breathing began to quicken as she began trailing wet, open mouth kisses on his throat and collarbone. Feeling the sensation of her being everywhere at once was forcing Fitz to grow even harder. A growl erupted from his throat as her nails gently raked down his chest, before her hand wrapped around his hardened length. His head fell onto her shoulders and he mumbled something unintelligible as his face nuzzled into her neck.

"Fitz baby, you have to use your words. Now, tell me Fitz, did you... Miss me? Even a little?"

Fitz's head was becoming foggy and he barely managed to croak out "I did... Miss you Livvie... I did.. Oh yeah" as he watched Liv lower herself onto her stomach in front of him. Her hand gripped tightly around the bottom of his length, making him grow even harder still.

Liv licked her lips, and looked up at Fitz as her tongue traced the pulsing vein of his length.

"Fuck!" he cried out as Liv swirled her tongue around the tip of his erection. She moaned as she tasted the saltiness of his essences gathering on her tongue. Fitz wanted to stop her, he wanted to talk about the election and Mellie and what all of this meant for them. He wanted to know her thoughts of them dating before his divorce was final. He wanted... the moment Liv took him as far as she could into her mouth, all thoughts flew out the window.

Liv wasn't sure what it was about Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III that made her crave him in every way. Before Fitz, she had never really given oral. She had only done it twice for Edison after they were engaged, and the last time she refused to ever do it again as he came without warning. She had already been repulsed by the act, but that was definitely a deal breaker. She swore that day, she'd never go down on another man, ever again. That all changed when Fitz entered her life.

With Fitz, she craved the feeling of her tongue pressing against his vein as it slides up and down his length. She welcomed the slight jaw pain that comes from taking someone of his size fully into her mouth as she creates a vacuum around him. She loved the way his hands grip her hair and he would switch between massaging her scalp and tugging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. She desired the way he moans and grunts when her free hand massages his balls, then squeezes them slightly. But, out of all of that, as she felt his trembles begin and the tightening of his balls, she knew her favorite part was on the way. She needed this part the most. But she wasn't prepared for what this particular time would do to her. As Fitz threw his head back and thrust himself gently into the back of her throat, Liv came hard, just from the feeling of his seed coating the back of her throat, and the sound of him crying out her name.

Once his body finished trembling, Liv released Fitz from her mouth, and kissed her way back up his body. Her hands lovingly stroked his face as she pushed back his hair that was clinging to his forehead. Her corners of her mouth curved upward, as she took in the satisfied look of her man. If given the chance, Liv would spend every possible moment for the rest of her life, making and keeping this man happy and satisfied.

The moment Fitz felt the blood return to his brain, he lifted Liv in his arms and kissed her thoroughly before he laid her down on the bed. He slowly spread her legs, and licked his lips when he saw her arousal soaking through her thong. He climbed between her legs, and began kissing his way up her body.

Liv's head was spinning and she was having trouble forming a coherent thought as Fitz was covering every inch of her flesh with his mouth. She wanted him to finish, she wanted him buried between her thighs with whichever head he wanted to use in the moment. But they needed to talk first. She silently cursed herself for being the caring type as she gently grasped Fitz's hair, and pushed him off of her body.

Fitz knew what Liv wanted, but he wanted to help her relax before this conversation, the same way she had helped him. Ok, that was a lie. He wanted to taste her, he wanted to pin her down and feast hungrily on her sex as she writhed and screamed and clawed beneath him. He wanted to make her gasp and moan as his tongue expertly brought her to an explosive climax. But, they had to talk first. They needed to talk first. So, like a good Fitz, he rolled off of Liv and got them both under the covers. Once he was comfortable on his back, Fitz pulled Liv into his side, and wrapped his arms around her. He sighed and relaxed when he felt her snuggle into further him.

"Did you see the results?"

"I did."

"What about what happened after?"

"No, I saw the results and knew all I needed to know. Nothing else really mattered."

"Your thoughts?"

"Hmmm.. Let me hear yours first."

Liv sat up and pulled the covers around her as she turned to face Fitz. She wanted to look into his eyes as they had this conversation. She needed to be able to look into his soul as he shared feelings. Fitz on the other hand had other plans as he pulled Liv back to a laying position, causing her to fall into a fit of laughter.

When her laughter subsided, Fitz positioned himself between her thighs and playfully pinned her hands on the pillow above her head. He looked down at the woman who was gazing up at him lovingly. He knew he'd be in for the battle of the century when it came to Mellie and the divorce, but a lifetime with the woman currently pinned to the bed underneath him was worth whatever he had to endure.

"Well, after the results came in and I addressed the nation, I went back to the situation room to find Mellie. I knew we still had footage and with everything happening so fast, I just allowed my heart to guide me. I walked across the room and gave her a huge kiss as I was trained to, then... Then I asked Mellie for a divorce." Fitz stated matter-of-factly.

He watched carefully as Liv's eyes widened in shock. He knew she had never believed he would actually leave his wife. Fitz had to admit that whether he had met Liv or not, and regardless of the outcome of the election, he planned on leaving Mellie. Finding Liv just gave him that extra spark of motivation to act now rather than later. Fitz released one of Liv's hands and cupped the side of her face. She reached up and did the same, and they nuzzled their faces into the others palm for a moment, just letting the significance of the situation wash over them. "I can't do it anymore Liv. I can't go through life living in a dead marriage. I need to do this, for myself, and for my children."

"So what happens now?" Liv asked as she searched his eyes for any reservations. Fitz had spent the better part of two decades with Mellie. They had two children together. One doesn't just walk away from that without feeling something. As much as she wanted, longed for Fitz to say those words one day, she also couldn't help but wonder what this would do to his political career.

"Well, that's easy. I am going to divorce Mellie. I'm filing for full custody of Karen and Jerry, so I hope you like kids."

"I love Karen and Jerry."

"Good, because they love you too. Now, back to answering your question. Once I file for full custody, I'm taking them out of that God awful boarding school, and placing them in a normal private school. One where they'll be home every day. But that's not all."

"Oh no?"

"Definitely not. Then, here's the best part, so listen carefully. Then, I am going to date the most brilliant" Fitz kissed her wrist "gorgeous" he kissed her opposite wrist "inspirational" He nipped softly at her neck "sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on." Fitz slowly bent down and traced Liv's lips with his tongue. "Then I'm going to propose to her."

"Do you think she'll say yes?"

"I know she'll say yes."

"You're very cocky."

"Its ok. She loves it." Fitz said as he began grinding his hips into hers. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, and pressed his lips against hers before continuing. "Now, Depending how big of a wedding she wants, we'll get married 6 months to a year after I propose."

"Hmm, so what else do you have planned for this lucky woman?" Liv asked as she couldn't believe Fitz was talking about them getting married. She honestly didn't think he'd want to get married again. But here he was, speaking so vividly about their future with a fire she had never seen before, burning in his eyes.

"Well, after we are married, maybe even before considering how insatiable we are, I'm going to get her pregnant. We are going to have 3, maybe 4 children. From this moment on, all of my babies are growing here." Fitz slowly began placing sloppy kisses across her abdomen. "And finally, with the love of my life by my side, we are going to take over the world."

"Hmmm, sounds like a plan." Liv responded huskily. "So tell me, you aren't at all upset about losing the election?" She asked as Fitz had somehow avoided what was her initial question completely.

Fitz looked directly into Liv's eyes when he responded. "The only regret that I have is that I didn't have you running by my side. If I had to choose either you or the white house, I'd choose you again and again until the day I die." Fitz noticed the guilty look that crossed Liv's face and knew she blamed herself for him losing the election. She had said it before as they argued on the debate floor the night before one of his final debates against now President Elect Samuel Reston. Those thoughts would be banished tonight.

"Livvie, Cyrus ran a poll. I have learned one thing from all of this."

"What's that?"

"Never listen to pollsters. They were certain I was going to win. You should've seen them scurrying like mice when they heard the final results pour in."

"Really? I can't imagine them being that inaccurate."

"I apparently lost the election due to some town in Ohio called... Get this, Defiance. It was weird because when Cyrus had taken a poll, I had won by a landslide in Ohio. I lost Defiance, and somehow that was enough to make me lose the election. Go figure... But it wasn't just Defiance. People seemed to warm up to me once you came along, but they were too accepting of Mellie. They said she seemed standoffish, like she wasn't interested in the campaign or standing by my side. No matter how hard we tried to create the vision of a perfect marriage, the nation still didn't think Mellie was warm and receptive enough to be first lady." Liv made a mental note to reach out to Huck as something just didn't sit well with her in this moment. She needed to find out what Huck thought before she told Fitz her thoughts.

Fitz chuckled as he realized that Mellie's ice queen persona was part of the reason they had lost. His father had definitely chosen the wrong woman. "I personally, am glad I lost. Do you know how hard it would have been to file for divorce as president. You know, no president has ever successfully divorced his wife while in office."

"That's because no president has ever been either bold enough, or dumb enough to try." Liv responded with a smile. Fitz looked into her eyes, and couldn't believe the woman that he was lucky enough to have in his life, in his arms... in his bed. It was time. Now was the time.

Fitz ran the tips of his fingers across Liv's jawbone as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. "I love you Livvie, I'm in love with you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were it for me. Our time together these past 10 months have done nothing but confirm this. You, Olivia Carolyn Pope, are the love of my life."

Liv felt the tears begin to swell as she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. "I love you too. I'm in love with you too, Fitz."

The look of shock, thankfulness, and desire that crossed Fitz's face as her words sank in, was one that she would never forget. She reached up and cupped Fitz's face in her hands, and simply nodded so he'd know she was serious.

"You. Love. Me?" He struggled to get out as this moment was one he had been dreaming of for months.

"I. Love. You." Liv responded, emphasizing each word with a kiss.

Fitz's hand slid down Liv's arm until their fingers were able to intertwine. He placed a kiss on each finger, and then on her lips. Fitz could feel Liv smiling against his lips, and he knew his smile matched her perfectly. They stayed perfectly still for a moment, just looking into each others eyes.

They both knew there were no words that could describe exactly how they felt, so they let their eyes do the talking. After what seemed like hours, Fitz kissed Liv one more time before asking "So we're in this together?"

Liv wrapped her legs around Fitz's waist, pulled him closer to her body. "We're in this together." she replied as she watched his face light up.

Fitz's mouth crashed down on Liv's as his hands made quick work of her bra and her thong. He thought about removing her shoes, but they were too fucking sexy to not be a part of this moment. Their tongues thrashed against each others and moans filled the room as they took turns nipping on each other's bottom lip. They parted for a few seconds and stared at one another with their chest heaving.

Unable to tolerate the separation any longer, their mouths came together once again, even hungrier than before. Liv's hand slid into Fitz's hair, while the other roamed his chest. When she tilted her head to the side, Fitz grabbed the opportunity to snake his tongue back into her mouth. He groaned when Liv accepted his tongue into her mouth and began to suck on it hard. They kissed with everything they had, until their lungs were void of oxygen. As they came apart, both of their chests rising and falling dramatically, Liv bit her bottom lip as she realized that this was real. This was really happening. Not knowing what else to say, Liv simply said what she needed in the moment.

"Make love to me Fitz." her voice came out as a whimper as she reached between them and lined Fitz up with her core.

Fitz slowly pushed himself into her, allowing her body to adjust to his size once again. No matter how many times they had been intimate, Liv's body always seemed to fit him like a glove.

They took their time and whispered words of praise and loving to one another. They selflessly worked together thrust for thrust, as their hands rested intertwined over Liv's head. When they finally reached their climax, their bodies trembled together as their souls forever became one.

Even though few words were spoken, the moment spoke volumes. From this moment forward, they would begin their lives together. From this moment forward, they'd have the ability to do the things they had always dreamed of. From this moment forward, they would begin preparing for Fitz's run in 2013. From this moment forward, they had been blessed with a new life, a life they wanted, a life they always wanted, with the person they love.

From this moment forward they would have to do execute every move flawless. As they made love into the early hours of the morning, they were both thankful that the reset button had been pushed.

Hey everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Like I've said before, I'm not sure how long this story will go on, but I will update it as frequently as I can. I know I have quite a few stories open, but Run to You and Exhale are my main ones, so they will continue to get my utmost attention. So, Fitz lost the election and asked Mellie for a divorce. I will tell you all now that Mellie will not be a problem that I am focusing on. I also want to warn you that there is a twist coming up in a few chapters and I am so excited to see how you all will react. There will also be minimal angst, if any. We get enough of that on the show. Anyways, leave me your thoughts because they make me smile. XO