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Olivia looked through the peep hole out into the hallway, and even though Fitz was usually the only person to knock on her door this late in the evening she was still surprised to see him. That was mostly because the last time she had talked to him she was told he would be in Europe for another day at least. Fitz stepped passed Olivia as she acknowledged his secret service agents before closing the door to her apartment.

Within a few seconds Fitz was pushing her up against the door and pressing his lips onto hers. He had longed to feel her lips again. The wait had felt almost excruciating. Even the elevator felt like it took longer to get to her floor than normal. Every night he was alone in his hotel room he wished for her to be with him, and he remembered that each night she wasn't was one night closer to being able to share a bed again. And finally, as she closed the door shutting them off from the outside world, she was his.

Olivia could taste the salt from the peanuts he had undoubtedly consumed on Air Force One. Pulling away from him, Olivia placed her palm on Fitz's chest and pushed him away from the door. No matter how often she tried not to, she could always imagine the secret service agent having their ear pressed up against the door listening in.

Fitz sat on the arm of her white sofa, he spread his legs a little and Olivia came to stand in the gap. Fitz's arms wrapped around Liv bringing her even more into his reach. "How are you here? I thought you were in Germany until tomorrow," Olivia asked placing her arms at the tops of his.

"I convinced Cyrus to leave tonight instead of in the morning like planned, wasn't too hard to do, gave him some spiel about being able to get back to work quicker, but I know he saw through that," Fitz explained.

"I'm sure he did," Olivia agreed, though she was surprised Cyrus was accommodating them.

"Fortunately the press doesn't know I'm back in, so we've got all night before they're any the wiser," Fitz added, there was lax a time where they could spend a whole night together truly worry free. The plan was to drive back to the air hanger and then Marine One would land him on the lawn and no one would know he had been in the States all night, except a select few.

"Then we should make the most of it," Olivia said placing her lips back on his.

"And we will," he said smiling about their upcoming night. "But first, how are you? Everything still good?" he asked. They hadn't the chance to speak for the last couple of days, and although he couldn't see anything too drastic changing in that time, there was always a chance something could and he wanted to know.

"I told Abby," Olivia said, it was all that came to mind.

"Woah, that's big," Fitz said a little taken a back, he didn't think they were going to tell anyone until they could no longer hide it, but maybe Olivia had a change of mind and he couldn't be happier about that. The sooner they could shout it to the world the happier he would be.

"Not really, she guessed and I didn't want to lie to her," Liv answered honestly.

"So we're still not telling anyone," Fitz said a little dejected. Even if it was just for a brief second he could picture a world where everyone knew they were expecting a child and he couldn't want that life more.

"I can trust Abby, she promised to not tell a soul, and also help out in any way I need. She, like Cyrus, understands the importance of keeping it between us," Olivia explained. She could read Fitz though and could see he was a little disappointed. "You want to tell people," she stated more than asked.

"I want people to know," he said truthfully. Hiding the pregnancy made sense but that didn't mean that it felt right or was what he really wanted to do.

"Who do you want to tell?" Liv asked. Maybe if those people could be trusted she would let him have this, but that was a big 'if'.

"America," he answered and Olivia chuckled, she should have expected that response.

"Individually. Is there anyone individually that you want to tell?" She asked again, hoping this time he would give a legitimate answer and not something like 'The Post'.

"Karen, Gerry and Teddy, tell them they're going to have a little baby brother or sister," he answered, he really wanted his kids to know, and share in his joy of having a new family member. "But they'd surely run to Mellie and I don't want her to know yet. So no, individually there's no one I want to tell," he said disheartened, he couldn't believe that there was no one he could tell and trust to keep it secret.

Fitz brushed at Olivia's fingers as they intertwined with his, her head rested on his shoulder. Olivia had quickly covered herself with Fitz dress shirt that had been lying on the floor, it was the only thing that would cover her up in arms reach. She wouldn't mention it to anyone but she was becoming a little body conscious, even if she had nothing to worry about. She knew her belly wasn't noticeable yet, and probably wouldn't be for another couple of months.

Fitz's free hand snaked up under the shirt and he placed his hand on her stomach, he wasn't going to let a piece of fabric stop him from properly holding her. He needed this, it was nights like this that made nights in that white prison bearable. Fitz looked down at Olivia, he wished he could read her thoughts, he always had wished for that. Though recently they'd been so open with each other it was hard to believe she'd keep anything secret from him, it wasn't the old days.

"I wish it could be like this every night," Fitz said breaking the silence with his musings.

"Yeah," Olivia added quietly. It would be nice to be able to fall asleep in his arms and not have to worry about him getting back to the White House in time or worry about them being caught out and being made public before they were ready, but all that seemed so far off that it was only achievable in dreams and wishes.

"Who knows, maybe soon we can," he said making Liv raise her head to look at him.

"What?" She asked confused.

"If I lose the election," he added clarifying what he meant.

"Don't say that," Olivia scowled. If he didn't 100% believe he would win, he would lose the faith in himself that he needed. And she had already made him lose that once, she wasn't going to let that happen again. "You are going to win. Everyone believes in you, so you need to believe in you," she said caressing his cheek.

"I know I can win," he said making Liv smile. It wasn't long ago that he wasn't so sure about that. "But would it be so bad if I didn't?" He asked and Olivia was taken aback. They had talked about this so much when they first found out she was pregnant, and she thought they agreed that he had to win. "We wouldn't be scrutinized by the public, I could divorce Mellie without worry about losing political capital, we could move into the Vermont house, and raise this baby together straight away," he said rubbing he stomach.

Olivia went silent and Fitz could only hope she was thinking it all over. But as soon as her face when cold he could tell he was in for a famous Olivia Pope ass-whooping. "You are running, you are winning, and you will be the President of the United States for another four years. You and I both agreed that this was how it was going to happen, you are not changing it or backing out now, I won't let you," she said looking him dead in the eye.

"Alright," he said trying to warm her back up. Though no matter what he said, it didn't mean he had to stop picturing the life they could have if he wasn't President. And what he saw, he liked, because it was a good life.

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