| OLIVIA P.O.V.

"Is it my fault?" Fitz asked.

"I didn't mean for him to see. I'm sorry." I really didn't I thought they had left.

"Is it my fault?" He asked again. I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to talk about it.

"No. It's my fault." I whispered.

"Why did you do it?" He got up and walked the little distance to my bed. I sat on the edge next to him.

"I've had depression since I was a little girl. I just haven't got to this point since I was a little girl. After the hospital I just I don't know." I confessed. I didn't look at him but it felt good to tell someone about my past. But I was embarrassed because being mentally ill wasn't one of the things a man look for in a woman.

"So I am the reason you did it."

"No you're the reason I didn't do it. All those times when I was feeling down I survived it because I knew you loved me and that was enough but then you didn't want me you didn't love me anymore and then nobody loved me. I don't know. Your kids tried to destroy me so your wife didn't have me killed then you tell me we aren't meant to be. And I know I didn't say it much but I love you and to see you struggling to walk and trying to be your…your good friend by learning how to take care of you and trying to care for your kids who won't look me in the eye without crying. It got overwhelming and I had no one to turn to."

"First off, I'd like you to look at me. Second, Ex-wife we're divorced. Thirdly, you are loved by many people including your whole entire team. I will always love you forever and always. You had me to turn to. Today after watching my doctor attempt to stick his tongue down your throat. I realized I don't want anyone man or woman touching you the way I did. I wanted to kill him and I wanted to lock you in the highest tower. I love you Olivia. I want you back. I caused you so much pain. I'm sorry sweet baby. We're going to get you some help. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life loving you with all my heart. We're going to get through this together okay?" My tears are streaming down my face rapidly. I don't know if I should tell him or how much to. But I know if we are going to work in have to tell him the whole truth.

"You're going to take back what you said."

"Why would you say that?"

"I lied about going to work today."

"Where did you go?"

"I went to an abortion center." I looked at him. I was terrified.

"Was it mine?"

"It is."

"Olivia how could you kill my child?" His eyes blurred with tears. I stood up and took off my robe.

"I didn't I'm still pregnant." I watched him watch my growing belly. "I'm sorry for even thinking about getting rid of it. The timing is just so bad. I didn't know what else to do. Then I wanted the baby." He just stared at me.

"How far along?" Fitz asked.

"3 months." I responded.

"It's mine." He asked.

"It's yours."

"Come here." I walked to him. He pulled me down next to him and pushed me down against the bed. He then placed soft kisses on my stomach. "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to have a healthy baby."

"Fitz what are we going to do about America?"

"I'm sure you and your Team will figure it out. In the meantime we're going to get a therapist."

"I don't need a therapist."

"We need a therapist that will work one on one with you me and the kids. We need couples therapy and we need family counseling. It's not up for discussion. You do want to fix us?"

"I do but I don't want some nosy woman in my busy. Laughing at my problems and eyeing my family."

"Olivia that's not how therapy work. Let's try it and if they laugh at your problems and eye your family I'll ban them from the country."

"Okay." I would do it for my baby.

"I love you, Olivia."