A/N: Hey guys. Sooo, this chapter is a little longer but mostly transitional with some frustrating parts. And I assure you the end game is still Olake. It's just that I had to take the Shonda route with the giving and taking of wonderful Olake moments, but we'll get through them...in this story at least. Hope you enjoy.


"Well I'm just saying, Liv. You're going to need it either way. I mean you have a big head, and Jake's isn't necessarily small," Anna stated.

"You know, you're right," Olivia started sarcastically as she dipped a piece of the pita bread into the spicy humus they were having. "This prenatal yoga class is just going to make it so much easier for my hips to slip out of place in order to pass a tiny human through it. I just don't know why it's not mandatory. Every woman should be required to do this at least once weakly to lessen the pains of child birth."

Quinn and Abby glanced at each other and smiled. They were having lunch at on one of the outside patios of one of their favorite Greek restaurants. They had just come from a prenatal yoga class, which thankfully the instructor had allowed Olivia more than one non pregnant guest to take the class with her. At first it was just her, Anna, and Abby taking the class. But then Quinn found out about it and voiced how she didn't appreciate being the last to find out about the pregnancy and not being invited to attend the yoga class. This was followed by an invitation from Olivia to come to class with them, which was followed by Anna's statement that she thought that murder was the way she balanced her Qi, not yoga. She had then asked Huck if he would like to join them, to which he politely declined.

Anna gave Olivia a look. "Don't be sarcastic, Olivia. I'm just trying to help you out. Rather you like it or not. Shit is going to get real in the next two and half months when you are trying to pass the baby equivalent of your head through your pelvic ring."

Abby couldn't help the snicker that escaped her. "I'm sorry," she stated, still laughing. "But she does have a point, and the look on your face when she said that," Abby continued to laugh as Quinn let out a short laugh before beginning to sip from her mimosa.

Olivia took a look around the table. They were all tipsy. "Okay, that's it. No more drinks other than coffee or water for any of you. You guys have to help me unpack later."

"Yeah, when are those moving people going to be there anyways?" Anna asked, taking another sip from her mimosa.

"They should be there now," she stated, drinking from her lemon flavored water. "I just need you guys for the unpacking part of it."

She had strategically gone to the yoga class with them and left Jake and Huck at the apartment to deal with the movers. She had left Jake with a specific set of instructions on what to take and what to leave behind as some of the stuff would be staying behind. Anna was going to rent her old apartment out, which was the reason why the landlord had let her change the lease so easily. The building she was moving into was similar to her old apartment as it was owned by the same people. It was just a larger apartment a few blocks over. Anna not wanting to hear anymore of Olivia's sexual escapades, and Olivia not really ecstatic about baring auditory witness to hers, had decided to get her own apartment. At this declaration, Olivia had asked just how long Anna planned on staying in DC. Anna replied that she had grown comfortable there and didn't really see a reason to leave at the time as she had steady work and was closer to New York, which had always been Anna's dream location, not LA. LA represented more fame and television where New York was more theater, music, and dance, which was more of Anna's place in life. She was happy that Anna was there for the foreseeable future.

"You guys figure out what you're going to do yet?" Quinn asked. "I means as far as living arrangements and everything."

Abby turned to Olivia at this question. Olivia had convinced her to take her job back as press secretary at the white house as well as convinced Fitz and Cyrus that she should have the position. Point blank, Abby at the podium meant Olivia's presence in the white house even if not directly. The main reason why Olivia had wanted this was because a lot of the cases she got from the clients required at least some knowledge of what was going on in the white house. This was how she had convinced Abby to take the job back. Her role was vital in keeping OPA as successful as it had always been. To which Abby had replied that it would be fun to actually spy on the white house, as long as she didn't have to go full B6-13 and kill someone, save for Charles. She would gladly put an end to that bastard.

After they had eaten, Olivia announced that she had to run to oversee the moving process. Anna stated she was due at the studio and Olivia had taken the chance to remind them that they had all agreed to show up at her apartment in about three hours to help her unpack and reorganize, through which they had all confirmed. She didn't blame them for not wanting to be there for the moving part. Moving was stressful, especially when you were the one that was moving. Which was the reason she had decided to leave Jake in charge after she had had a scare the week prior with cramping. Her doctor had reinforced the avoidance of stress and had threatened her with bed rest if she continued to have cramps. Not really sure if less stress would do anything for her or her cramping uterus but not wanting to have to spend another night or more in the hospital, she had tried to avoid work even more than she already had been, leaving her employees to deal with the major issues and trying not to insert herself as much into the investigations, and surprisingly she had felt a lot better and hadn't had anymore cramps. She had offered Jake to oversee the moving given these findings to which he had gladly accepted, but being the person that she was, she had to at least oversee the final move.


"Oh good," Olivia stated as they pulled up behind the moving truck. "The furniture for the nursery is here?"

"What?" Jake asked as his head snapped towards her. "You mean there's even more stuff."

She looked at him for a second before replying, "Yeah. It didn't make any sense to have them deliver it to the old apartment just to move it here." With that she got out of the car and began giving orders to all of the movers.

Jake looked at the chaos going on in front of him. It had taken them a few hours to move the stuff from the old apartment between him, Huck, and the two movers. Now there was another almost full sized moving truck waiting to unload at the new place and he had to wonder how much furniture and whatever else was packed on that truck could a newborn need to carry it through infancy.

"At lease we have two more people to help us move everything," Huck said quietly from the back seat before exiting the car.

Jake sighed before doing the same. It didn't make any sense to put off the work in front of them. He was sure that he could talk the nursery deliverers into helping them to unload the other truck after they had unloaded theirs.

She had opted to go inside to make sure that every box was going in the right room or at least near it. They didn't finish until later that evening, and now the sun was starting to set. Thankfully they had been very efficient movers with two extra helpers she didn't need to pay. The first thing she had done after the last boxed had been placed inside of the apartment was get Jake and Huck to start assembling the nursery furniture, while she, Anna, Abby and Quinn, unpacked the most of the kitchen. Jake and Huck had then moved to her bedroom to reassemble her bedroom furniture while they had moved to hang pictures in the nursery and unpack some decorative ornaments and a few baby clothes she had bought. She had gotten some professional painters to paint the nursery and a few other places in the apartment the week before, and she had tried to put off buying anything until she moved making it less work but she had been unable to help herself. Now she could buy freely since the move was over. In some ways she hated moving because it was stressful, and she had to leave her place of familiarity. But at the same time moving for her in the past usually meant getting away from something hurtful, which had been one of the ways she had dealt with her emotions.

She sat in the rocking chair next to the nursery window, sipping on her cup of tea, and admiring her layout design for the nursery. The wall across from her that held the entrance to the nursery was a warm beige color while the other four walls were painted what she could only describe as a mixture of a neutral pink color and a sparkling like violet mixed together strategically on a deep mauve background. It was a very mature color scheme she thought for a nursery and came out a little dark but artsy, but Anna liked the color scheme and had convinced her that they could make it work, especially after finding this apartment had had built in wall shelves covering almost half of one of the walls. They had had the embedded shelving case painted the same warm beige as the other wall, and that along with the windows and small chandelier they had replaced the central light fixture with had served to brighten the room. The floors were a dark wood but they had placed a large beige carpet in the middle of the room that had various shades of bright pink and pastel purple circular flour designs in it. The other sky lights also served to brighten up the room as they reflected off of the beige furniture with a reflective finishing giving the furniture and almost satin look. The lilac theater styled curtains also served to help brighten the room and were swooped dramatically to the side of the each window to allow some light in and and to the allure of the room. She had also bought a lot of bright ornaments and accessories helping to brighten up the room and make it seem more fit for an infant as well as add to the elegance of the room. Overall, it looked like a uniquely designed baby nursery fit for a princess.

She rested the mug and her hands on her stomach as she began admiring the different works of art she had chosen for the room. She had never realized that child art was such a creative thing that real artists actually worked on until she started looking.

Then her phone rang. She could hear it from her bag which she had placed on one of the shelves. She stared at it, trying to decide if she should answer it given she didn't want to leave the peaceful place she was in at the time. She guessed she'd deliberated too long when the ringing stop, but it only started back up a few seconds later. She huffed to herself before deciding to get up and answer it. She searched through her bag, moving her first phone aside, knowing that it was not the source of the ringing and vibration. She grabbed the phone that he usually called on and hit answer. She didn't say anything.

He waited a moment before talking. "How are you?"

She tried to stop the tears from coming to her eyes at the sound of his voice. He sounded so broken, and it hurt her knowing that she was the one doing this to him. But this also made her upset with him though she wasn't sure why, though she had a strong suspicion that it was because any interaction with him tore down the fantasy walls of the somewhat normal life as a somewhat normal expectant mother she had been enjoying. And she was so angry with him for that. He couldn't give her the life that she wanted and here she was trying to decide if she should continue to wait for him all at the expense of her happiness.

"Olivia," he tried, but she cut him off.

"I'm fine," she said a little more harshly than she had intended to. She felt him pause on the other side of the phone. "I'm fine, Fitz," she managed to get out a little more softly this time.

He paused again. "I've missed you."

She felt the tears welling up again. "Fitz, I…" she tried but she couldn't find the words. What would she say to him? I'm pregnant with someone else's kid, which he already knew. But I still want to be with you because I love you, but I also think that I'm in love with Jake, but I might still want to wait for you to find a good time to divorce your wife. Yeah, because that created the ideal situation where she and Fitz where married while she continued to try to successfully co-parent with Jake, who hated Fitz right now and she didn't really see him getting over it enough in the next eighteen years to sit next to him at a high school graduation or even in the next twenty-five or so years to have him sitting on the front row as he walked their daughter down the aisle. "I have to go," she heard herself say without really thinking about it. She figured it was her brain's way of protecting her from continuing to think these thoughts as she felt herself getting stressed out.

"I still want you to come away with me, Liv," he ignored her.

"Fitz," she tried redirecting the conversation once again, but he continued.

"I don't care about Jake," he told her. "I know you had something with him, and …we'll get over that."

Her brows furrowed, and she couldn't decide if she was angry from the fact that he thought her baby was something that they needed to get over or saddened by the fact that he again sounded so broken.

"My baby is not something I'm going to get over Fitz," she told him calmly as she wiped away some fallen tears. "She is not some betrayal of your trust or some mistake that I got stuck with. She is a result of a choice that I made. I chose to have her because I wanted her. I chose her."

"I didn't mean it like that, Olivia. I just meant that I'm willing to make whatever adjustments I need to make to have the both of you."

Okay, so now she was really going to start crying. She took a shuttered breath and fought back more tears. "Fitz," she started trying to hold her voice steady, "I have to go."

"I'm never going to sell the house in Vermont, Liv." He stated matter of factly.

She smiled to herself through her tears. "Don't sell the house in Vermont."

With that she hung up. She wiped away a few more tears, but more slowly crept their way down her face as she smiled warmly at the phone. This was the reason why she couldn't let go of him. Every time she tried, he did something like this to remind her how much she loved him and wanted to be with him. That was short lived though.

"Hey," she heard a voice coming from the door way. She turned to see Jake looking at her less than impressed and somewhat hurt. She knew immediately with not doubt that he had heard at least some part of the conversation and knew that she had been talking to Fitz.

But in typical Jake fashion, he didn't say anything about it, but still managed to make her rethink everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "Food's here," he told her before disappearing from the doorway.

She took a few minutes to gather herself and let her emotions stabilize before going into the living room to join everyone else for pizza and Chinese since they couldn't decide on one thing between all of them. Jake was quieter than he had been earlier, and she made a mental note to probe him about what he had heard earlier. Unfortunately she wouldn't get that chance though as he was the first to excuse himself saying that he had something to go check on. She had figured that she would get a chance to talk to him later that night, but she ended up falling asleep before he returned.


He hadn't planned on staying out so long. He had honestly just wanted to get out and have a few beers alone and clear his head. The thing that had been hard to get out of his head though was Olivia's last few words from that conversation. 'Don't sell the house in Vermont.'Her voice kept replaying that phrase through his mind. He hadn't meant to spy and the only thing had had hears was when she said his name and told him not to sell the house. He was hurt and upset, but he had no one to be angry with but himself. He had known, as he had told her when he had been locked inside the pentagon, that she wouldn't choose him. But he had gotten so caught up in the whole becoming a father thing and combine that with the fact that he was in love with her, well he had allowed himself to start to think that she was beginning to choose him. How wrong was he?

'Don't sell the house in Vermont.' It echoed through his head again, just as his thoughts were starting to wander somewhere else. What was she planning to do? Take his daughter and run of with her to Fitz's mansion in Vermont. The sad part about that was that if she decided to, he knew that he couldn't really stop her and that he would be forced to co-parent from afar while a man he had come to hate got to actually in-house raise his little girl with her mother who, if he hadn't mentioned it before, was in love with. 'Yeah, that'll be fun,' he thought as he downed the rest of the beer in one gulp before tapping it on the bar signaling to the bartender he was ready for his next.

He hadn't meant to stay out so late or have so many beers, but it had taken a lot of them to get Olivia's voice reciting those words out of his head. Thankfully, he had still managed to slightly stumble his way back to her place a few blocks away. And tired and exhausted after moving boxes and setting up furniture all day, as well as not trusting his slightly tipsy self to not wake her, he had crashed on the couch, which had seemed to be a good idea until he was woken up a few hours later by a firm blow to his chest.

His eyes popped open and both his hands immediately went to protect the area that had just been assaulted. It took a few seconds for her blurry form to come into focus, and he just looked at her confused. She was either angry or sad, quite possibly both.

"What?" he grumbled, which earned him a firm blow to the stomach since he was covering his chest.

"Where were you last night?" she asked him.

"At the bar," he said, still confused as to why she was upset.

Thankfully he was a little more awake and his hands had drifted down to his stomach, which was closer to his groin, causing him to be able to effectively block her next hit which was aimed directly at that area.

"You couldn't answer my calls because you were at a bar?" she half yelled a him.

He hadn't remembered her calling him. He thought about it and began digging around in his pockets until he found his phone. When he did he pulled it out, looked at it, then held it up for her to see. "It's dead." He really needed to get a new battery. She had told him to get a new phone all together, an upgrade one, but those were harder to take off of the grid. Not that he couldn't, he just didn't feel the need to go through all of the work when he had a perfectly good off grid phone, minus the battery of course.

Even more confusing to him now, tears started to form in her eyes as she walked away. This caused him to get up from the couch and follow her into the kitchen.

"Sorry about that Liv," he stated. "I think I need to get a new battery. It was fully charged when I left."

She ignored him and continued about the kitchen and the rest of apartment completing her morning routines more aggressively than normal. He watched her looking for an in to either apologize again or delve further into the conversation, and deciding if he should even take it. Maybe it would just be better to shut the hell up and let her passive aggressively hash this thing out. It was funny, he had initially thought Olivia not one to do passive aggression well, but that was before he had seen her get angry at him. She didn't do it to anyone else, everyone else got the up front "I'm pissed at you because of whatever reason", or the "Do this or I'll destroy you." But nope, not him. He got the "Figure out why you're and idiot who's face I want to punch."

He took a full assessment. She seemed physically fine. He figured he'd try his luck. "Did something happen last night?" he tried as she went around the bedroom, going through some of the clothes she had unpacked.

"You would know that if you had answered your phone," she told him without looking at him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but paused before continuing. "Yeah," he agreed, before reminding her, "but we've already established that my phone was dead, Liv. What do you want me to do?"

"Do you have any idea, how worried I was?" she yelled, finally stopping to look at him.

Okay, so now he felt like a jerk and he was kicking himself for it. "Liv, I was just down the street."

He tried, knowing that now it wasn't a good excuse anymore, and still trying to quell the fear he knew she had felt.

"Every time you disappear," she continued to yell at him, "every time you don't answer your phone, it's because something bad has happened to you. Someone has taken you and put you in a hole or in a jail cell to torture you to death!" She was upset, because this was literally the only times she would ever have trouble getting in contact with him. He would always answer even if it was just to say he couldn't talk at the time and if he didn't answer he would text her letting her know the same. "And you think that saying you're sorry is okay after you decided not to answer you damn phone."

Okay, clearly she didn't care about the phone and it's lack of a working battery at this time or she had just gone deaf. "Look, I just needed to get out and clear my head," he tried to explain without apologizing since that only seemed to be pissing her off even more. "I heard you on the phone with Fitz and," he was cut off.

"Is that what this is about?" she asked. "Fitz?"

"What?" he asked growing confused again. "No. It's about the phone. Isn't it?... Wait, why exactly are you mad again?" It was one thing to argue with Olivia when she was trying to pull one over on him, he would usually just call her out on her bullshit, but it was a completely different story trying to argue with her when she actually had a leg to stand on. He understood, she had every right to be upset with him, she really did, but she also needed to be rational about it and understand that he had not done it on purpose.

"You getting pissy about me talking on the phone with someone does not justify you running out in the middle of the night and not answering your phone," she told him.

"Okay, I'm not even going to address the phone thing again," he told her, "and you weren't just talking on the phone Liv you were making plans to run away to Vermont with the guy."

"I was not making plans to run away with him," she stated, feeling like she was on the defense for the first time since the argument started. Though she didn't care that he had a point. She did too.

"Really because that's what it sounded like. Tell me, what's the plan for that? How exactly is that going to work? Because Fitz doesn't even want his own kids around I'm pretty sure he doesn't want anyone having to do with me running around messing up his domestic fantasy."

"Yeah, well you're wrong," she stated before she could stop the words. The anger and defiance immediately fell from her face replaced by regret and uncertainty.

Okay, so all those crazy thoughts running through his mind had a valid base. He stood there staring at her a little longer. He wanted to say something, something to convince her to change her mind. But he knew that would only make things worse. If he continued to pursue this, things would only get messier and he did not want that. It was already messy enough, and becoming more screwed up by the second. They needed to step away from each other, least they run the risk of screwing themselves up more and their kid's life up before it even got started.

She didn't even realize that she was holding her breath as she stood waiting for him to say something. But he didn't. He just turned and walked away as confusion overcame her.

"Jake," she called after him as she followed him into the front of the apartment. He didn't answer as she entered into the living area to see him gathering his things. "Where are you going?"

She asked him. His only reply was, "We need some space, apart." That was not a satisfactory answer. He made a B line for door after placing his shoes on, his jacket in his hand.

"Where are you going?" she asked him. She had crossed the line. She knew that. And know she was scrambling because she didn't want to be the one that was in the wrong last when this argument ended, especially seeing as how it had just gone so badly, so quickly. She hadn't meant to accidentally threaten to insinuate that she was taking their baby and hauling it to Vermont the first chance she got therefore indicating that she wanted to raise this baby with Fitz and not him.

He took a deep breath and let it out. He needed to leave. The more words that were said the worst things were becoming. But not wanting to leave her again without letting her know that he was okay and where she could find him, he answered. "I'm going to get another room, at the hotel," he told her. "I'm gonna go talk to my old land lord, see if he has any apartments for lease."

He side stepped her but she wasn't going to let him go so easily.

"You can't," she informed him. He couldn't leave. How the hell was he going to just leave her when she was about to give birth in less than ten weeks? "You can't just leave."

"Liv, if you need me you can just call me at," she cut him off.

"Yeah, because you always answer your phone," she said sarcastically.

He looked in her face and saw the hurt and panic. Okay, this was what he was trying to avoid but it looked to be too late. No matter what he did, this was going to get even messier. If he left, than Olivia would never trust him again. He would become just another one of those people who hurt and abandoned her when she needed him, and that would definitely affect their relationship going forward. Not to mention he didn't think he would be able to live with himself if he walked out on her while she was clearly asking him to stay in her own way. But if he stayed, well then that would just serve to make it messier in the long run as she was sure to continue doing things to hurt him and she had made it clear that she had no intentions of giving up Fitz any time soon. And staying would just make it harder for him to accept the fact that she had chosen Fitz over him when that time came. "What do you want me to do Liv?" he asked her sounding dejected.

Again, the anger drained from her at the sound of his voice. He just sounded so defeated, and she knew she was hurting him. He was trying to leave because he was trying to protect himself. He should protect himself from her. She was screwed up and only capable of inflicting pain on the people she cared about, just like Abby had said. She was poison.

She hadn't even realized that she was crying until he raised his hand to her face, the pad of his thumb gently wiping away a few of the fallen tears. And he decided, it would be better for him to just take the brunt of the pain in the long run rather than cause her any unnecessary pain, "I'll stay," he said in a defeated tone. He stared at her a little while longer before side stepping her and walking back into the apartment.

She turned around and watched as he disappeared into her kitchen. She had gotten what she wanted, so why was she becoming even more upset. Honestly, the more rational part of her mind tried to stop her, but that part of her mind had been having trouble making contact with the rest of her brain lately, particularly the parts that controlled her body and the words that came out of her mouth. The rest of her brain, the irrational part mostly was telling her that the tone he had used to let her know he would stay indicated he was only doing it because he either felt sorry for her or guilty about leaving or both. She stalked after him, following him into the kitchen.

"What the hell was that?" she yelled at him.

He turned around, eyes wide as if he was witnessing some type of demonic possession. He didn't say anything, he couldn't, and he was at a loss for words. He was trying to keep her calm. She had asked him to do something he didn't necessarily agree with and got upset when he voiced his disagreement, so he had agreed to do what she wanted him to do, but somehow that still made her upset.

"What was what?" he managed to get out.

"You agreeing to stay here," she told him.

"You asked me to stay, so I'm staying," he told her. "Why are you upset?"

"Because," she started, "I don't want to make you stay here Jake. I want you to be here because you want to be here, not because you feel obligated to."

"I'm not doing it because I feel obligated to Liv," he told her, maintaining a calm demeanor. He was seriously trying his hardest to not get into an argument with her, but he knew Olivia. This one sided argument was not going to end until she got some answers she deemed satisfactory. So he figured the best he could do was keep calm while having the discussion, especially since she now had her arms folded signaling she had gone into one of her defensive modes. "I want to be here."

"Then why were you going to leave?" she asked him, still not satisfied with his answers

"Because you don't want me here," he told her simply.

This caused her shoulders to drop a little, and her armor faltered for a second before she responded. "What do you mean by that? I asked you to stay, of course I want you here."

"No, you want to want me here," he told her, "but you don't really want me here."

She stared at him for a little while, her arms falling to her side. He was right, well partially. She did want him there, it was no doubt about it, but she also wanted to be with Fitz. She was confused, utterly and completely. She had been madly in love with Fitz by the time Jake showed up on the scene, but that didn't necessarily mean that things were good at the time. They were far from it. She had experience more pain, humiliation, and self-loathing during that time than she experienced happiness she got from being with him. And she had tried to break free, but for one reason or another she had always gone back to him. Sometimes she didn't even have a good reason for climbing back into that situation. But the thing that had ultimately kept her going back was the prospect of having more of those good times more often if not all the time. She had held on to the fact that one day she and him would be able to be together in the way that they wanted to, but she was starting to wonder if they ever would and if everything she had gone through and given up for it would be worth it.

Then Jake had arrived on the scene, and even though she wouldn't admit it to the more conscious part of her brain, she had been intrigued from the time she laid eyes on him. And it did not help that every time the man opened his mouth he was either being charming, funny, or supportive of her in ways she had rarely if ever experienced. And sure they had had their disagreements but usually that was because one was telling the other one something that they needed to hear but didn't necessarily want to hear at that time, like now for instance. And eventually she had grown to care about him. So much that she knew there wasn't much that she would give up his presence in her life for, and that included a relationship with Fitz. Which with recent events, he would have no other choice but to accept if he wanted to be with her. So yes, she really wanted Jake to stay, but she knew he had a point. She didn't know to what extent she wanted him to stay or for how long.

"Liv, tell me you want me to stay," he told her. "Tell me you've made a choice and that you want me to stay, and I will sell all of my things and move in here with you and never think about leaving again." He knew he was asking for too much, for something she couldn't truthfully give him, but he had to make a point and make her see things from his perspective.

She stared into his eyes, the same eyes that Anna had stated were too bright and adorable to belong to a killer, and she had been right. Jake's eyes were one of the things she loved and hated about him. Anytime she needed reassurance and comfort all she had to do was look into his eyes and she could tell that he truly cared about her and that all of his words were genuine and that he was willing to continue to back them up with his actions. But there were times when she looked into those eyes and it made her sad. One reason being because she could see all of the pain housed there, and even more so the pain that she caused him. But she could also see how he genuinely wanted her to be happy, sometimes even more so than she would allow herself to be. She felt tears coming to her eyes and knew that trying to fight them back would be a lost cause, but she tried anyway.

She looked down to the floor and nodded her head gently. She couldn't give him what he had asked for. She wanted to so badly, but she knew that if she changed her mind later down the road that it would cause even more pain for him and she would be the reason for it. "I'm sorry," she stated almost silently.

This prompted him to take a few steps towards her and pull her into him and she buried her face into his chest where she continued to let the tears flow silently, wetting his shirt a little. She felt his lips press against the crown of her head before he responded, "Don't be sorry, Liv." He held her a few more moments, and after the tears slowed he stated that he would find an apartment close by. He then reluctantly let go of her and made his way out of the apartment.

She passed her hand over her stomach a few times as she made her way to the bar stool to have a seat. A new fleet of tears sprang forward and she continued to cry silently. Where the hell was Anna when she needed her?


A/N: Hope you liked. Leave a review and tell me what about the story works and doesn't work (pacing, detail, etc.). Also what's you guys' prediction on the rest of the season. There are some spoilers that Fitz finally divorces Mellie for Liv, which I'm not sure if that means to marry Liv or to be in a more monogamous relationship not as adulterous or heavy on commitment as marriage. The thing is I can't decide if that is actually a legit spoiler or if that subsection of crazed Olitz stans put this out there and harped on it so much that it somehow got based in some type of fact because it was repeated so many times with so much certainty (shoulder shrug). Buuuuuttt...also heard that there was going to be a new love interest for Jake...yay! (don't get mad at me for being happy about that, I am genuinely pro both these characters even is not together, I just don't want Liv to end up with Fitz, but it will be interesting to see how Liv deals with Jake's new bae, whether Fitz is divorced or not. Something tells me we may get to see a little more catty Olivia even if it's just her vetting his date just to make sure she's worthy of him, lol, which would still be the cutest thing ever...well maybe not cuter than this Olake baby I'm writing but still. You get the picture.