Author's Note

Sorry to keep you all waiting for the next love letter.. I was waiting for inspiration to strike. Hope you like, and become jealous of Olivia (As always)! The poem in this letter were lyrics by Sam Smith. Can anyone guess from which song? He's my new obsession.

American Thanksgiving is now over, and so is my break. Which means that Christmas is right around the corner, and Christmas break aka two weeks off. As much as I love this time of year, and Christmas (vacation) can we just skip forward to January 29, the REAL holiday? (For those of you who don't know, the date Scandal returns from its mid-season hiatus.)I am freaking out! I can't take not having Scandal on Thursday's nights. Ugh, oh well. This will be the only thing to keep me sane; writing Scandal the way it should be, with Olitz together.

As always,

Happy Olitzing!

Saturday… the best day of the week.

The sun woke me up early, too early. 7 AM too early. I rolled onto my back and sighed, there was no going back to sleep with a bright sun shining into my window. This was my only day to sleep in, but that idea apparently wasn't going to work for the sun. I wanted to throw my pillow at the sun, but it would only bounce back and hit me, or better yet break a window. All in all, would only cause me to be more frustrated, so I didn't.

Wanting to make the most out of my day, I actually got out of bed. Which totally surprised me. I wasn't meeting the girls for lunch until 1:30, I could stay in bed all morning, leave my apartment at 1, and be at work by 2:30-3. But, silly me decided not to waste the day. I got up, rinsed off the sleep sweat, put on my running clothes, and went running. Since my apartment is in DC, I ran all along the National Mall, slowing down to really look at the monuments. Once those few miles were done, I returned back to my apartment and actually showered this time. It was 8:50 when I got out of the shower.

I walked over to my vinyl record player, and put on Fleetwood Mac's Rumours record. One of my favorites. As Stevie Nicks' voice sang throughout my apartment, I started to make myself a fruit smoothie. I mean, 9 AM is too early for a glass of merlot, right? Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, pineapple, milk, ½ teaspoon of sugar.

At 9:30, I entered my favorite nail salon. My nails were long overdue for a manicure, a pedicure could wait. It was still winter, which hopefully would soon, which meant either four choices: black, dark purple, dark red, or a shade of nude. Since one of my mottos is, simple is always best, of course I went with a dark nude shade. I was leaving the nail salon at 10:15, trying to find how to kill three hours? I went window shopping, aka actual shopping. Two shirts and three books later, I knew I had to stop.

I settled on a bench in Potomac Park to go through my emails. With Fitz being away, the media was constantly wondering what was being done with the world leaders, blah blah blah. The thought of Fitz, made Liv instantly smile. The thought of him, also made her think back to the letters. The early wake up and the exercise and everything else made her mind not think of it. It was Saturday, which meant another love letter from Fitz! I was hesitant to bring the letter out in public with me, for obvious reasons. We tried to be careful, but how can someone write a letter without writing a name? I walked home as fast as I could with four shopping bags and purse in hand.

It was 12:15 when I unlocked my apartment door. I shut the door, dropped all of my bags, and ran to my bedroom. I locked my letters in my safe, just to be safe. I dropped to the floor and tried to unlock the safe as fast as my fingers would move. My breathing quickened, anxious and eager. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I was holding all three letters in my hands.

I put the other two back in the safe, and climbed onto my favorite chair. I slipped off my ballet flats, and slowly opened the envelope.

Saturday

"If you ever need me

Just tell me and I'll be there

Cause I was built for you

Yes I was built to carry all your feelings

Just have faith in me."

My Dearest Liv,

We made it another night an ocean apart. I'm not sure I like this feeling. I feel lost and confused. Not something I want to get used to.

As I'm writing these letters before I leave and know what is going to happen, please know this is all very boring. There is no excitement.

Mellie will be complaining about the weather or that she's bored.

I'm sorry I'm talking about her to you. That isn't fair to you, please forgive me.

Cyrus will be directing my move.

On top of those two, I'm spending my day in meetings with world leaders persuading them to maintain the US as an ally, hopefully convincing them not to bomb us. Fingers crossed.

Liv laughed at this, even through a letter, he could make her laugh.

Although I am complaining, I hope this does not make me seem ungrateful. Just another part of being President. These trips always seemed so glamorous from the magazines, but it mainly just means hotel rooms and conference rooms. But, if you were here… these would not be anything less than glamorous.

I sincerely hope you are enjoying your weekend. Pamper yourself, you deserve it so much, Liv. I beg you not to go into the office this weekend, unless there is a national disaster of something of equivalence. If such thing were to happen, please go into work. I pray nothing will happen to you while I am away.

Even thousands of miles away, and an ocean apart, I am thinking of you. Do not disregard that in anyway.

I meant what I said, If I could escape all of this and run away with you… I love you.

Don't think I forgot. I dream of it every day.

Missing you so,

Your Something Special

Fitz

Oh how this man could make her feel. Cloud 9 was real, she decided. She had never felt so loved and appreciated in all her life. No person had ever made her feel so important before, and she was loving it. She loved being missed and adored. Who doesn't?

She wanted to stay and read the letter a dozen more times, but the girls would suspect something if she was later. Another one of her mottos, Never ever be late.

Olivia reapplied her make-up and fixed her hair, and she was out the door. Happy as can be. Who wouldn't be when their boyfriend wrote them a love letter. Ah, Saturdays were the best days of the weekend. She was even more excited for Sunday, just to read his letter.

Olivia was the first of the girls to arrive at the restaurant. Shortly after, so did Quinn and Abby did also. They all sat down and discussed their lives. This was nice, Olivia thought, actually having a real conversation with girls! What a change….

Of course she could never really say what was on her mind, or share anything with them, it was nice to pretend everything was great. Like always, they always asked if she was dating. Since the new job, they rarely ever saw one another. The weekly lunches were the only time they communicated, the exception being a case Olivia stepped in on. Olivia would say no, that she was too busy at the White House to begin anything serious. She knew in the back of her mind though, eventually she would either have to tell them or get a fake boyfriend, just to throw them off. I mean, she couldn't be single another seven years, could she? Could she be single the rest of her twenties and early thirties? The rest of her youth, and her child bearing years? Could she give up all of that for Fitz? Without any promise of them actually having a future? God knows that a politician never divorces his wife for his mistress… Was she making a mistake? Surely there were great guys out there who were available? Right? But could they make her feel, the way Fitz does.

Being with the girls, and being asked about a boyfriend, it made her think. When she was alone, she didn't think about the bad stuff. She was in the happy-beginning-of-the-relationship phase. Being out in the real world, brought up all of the reality based questions they would eventually face. Olivia hated it, but she knew eventually of those questions would need an answer. She hated thinking that she was wasting her time, or that Fitz wouldn't measure up to her needs. He was everything to her, and the thought of him not measuring up, it scared her.

"Olivia! Olivia!" Quinn slightly yelled.

Her voice brought Olivia back into reality, "Sorry, I just zoned out there for a minute. You were saying.."

All this thinking and pretend listening was giving her a headache, a nice glass of red wine was the only thing that would help. A lunch time glass of wine wasn't bad, right?

Could she really give all that up, for a guy that she may or may not have a future with? Was he worth giving up everything for?

Oh God, I love this man, I really do, she thought, but do I love him enough to give up everything for? To give up eight years for? Do I have that much faith in him? In us? Could I really ask him to divorce his wife for me? If I asked, would he say yes? Oh God, I'm screwed. And with that thought, she downed the glass of wine and silently prayed that when Fitz returned home, he would agree.