"Dad, can Liv have dinner with us?" Karen looked up at him almost begging with her eyes.

"Of course. Liv will you join us for dinner?"

"If you're sure I'm not imposing."

"Not at all. Cy, would you like to join us?" Fitz said extending the invitation to Cyrus as he approached them, knowing that if anyone else with the exception of his children missed her, as much as he did, it was Cyrus.

"I would love to. Hey Kid." Cyrus greeted her with a meaningful hug.

"Hey Cy. It's good to see you. All of you." She reiterated draping an arm over each Grant child and throwing a quick glance at the eldest Grant who hadn't stopped staring at her since he spotted her. Gerry monopolized most of the conversation. Olivia and Karen spoke every few days like clock work and exchanged the long email here and there, there main form of communication was texting and both were careful on content and on what was said and how.

"So Liv, what have you been up to here in Boston." Fitz asked with genuine interest knowing that she kept a low profile these days,

"Family Law, mostly pro bono. Stephen and I always wanted to be able to set up a pro bono office, and we both always loved family law way back when we were idealistic, and everything just fell into place when we both moved here. He and Georgia wanted to start a family and they wanted to do it where they both had families. I wanted to move closer to home. Ellie's growing up so fast, and I never realized just how much I am missing by being so far away, and it's been great being a part of her every day life outside phone calls, text messages, emails and the random weekends here and there." He knew a part of her was trying to absolve him, minimizing his involvement on her decision to up and move as suddenly as she did.

Olivia listened intently as Cyrus and Fitz filled her in on the campaign, all the while devoting a large portion of her attention to the kids. After dinner Gerry had made his way to her lap, snuggling into her as though it was the most natural thing in the world, while Karen leaned against her as she listened to adults talk.

"And how about you Little Miss, how are you finding the campaign?" Olivia asked running her fingers absently through Karen's hair,

"It's okay. Some parts are more boring than others, but it's not all together lame. I like going to the schools and meeting kids my age, hearing Daddy speak. It's only now that I'm really beginning to understand what he's running for, and it's kind of cool to know what he believes in and what he wants for the future of America."

"Forget Fitzgerald Grant for President, Karen Millicent Grant for the whole Universe." Fitz said proudly. The campaign had only brought him closer to his children. Karen often asked him about his campaign and he practiced his speeches on her and she provided him with feedback. She was pretty brutal in her critiquing of his speeches. Liv would be so proud and he knew without a shadow of doubt she was.

"What do you say I give these two a break from Campaign life tomorrow? I have Ellie staying tomorrow night so we were going to be watching movies all night, and eating junk all night? If you're okay with it, I'd love to have them over for the night. Ellie and Karen can get to meet each other, finally after months of talking on the phone and emailing, Ger can kick my butt at whatever game he's currently mastering."

"Please Daddy?" Karen and Gerry looked at him hopeful. As much as they didn't completely hate campaigning, Fitz knew they deserved a night off, and a night of fun with one of their favorite peopke.

"It's fine with me, but you know I have to run it past your mother first." He watched as both their faces fell,

"Hey, she hasn't said no."

"Yet," Karen replied with a grumble.

"Kare, if your Mom says no, I'll bring Ellie tomorrow night and we can have dinner together, that way you two can still meet."

"Okay," she relented appeased for the time being.

"I'm tired. Uncle Cyrus will you take Gerry and I back to our room?" Karen asked sweetly earning a smirk from Fitz who like Olivia saw right through his daughter.

"Sure honey, say goodbye to Liv and we'll head off." Cyrus said chuckling. After hugs and kisses for both Fitz and Olivia, Cyrus left with the Grant kids closing the door behind them. They had been dining in a private room in the hotel room, no windows, just a door where his trusted detail stood guarding.

"Well played Karen. I don't think I could have planned that any better myself." Fitz said in wonder and definitive pride. Olivia rolled her eyes in amusement,

"It's not like we didn't see that coming from a mile away."

"That is true, I just didn't know how she was going to execute it."

"Successfully it seemed. You're looking good Fitz."

"As do you Liv, it looks like Boston agrees with you."

"I do love it here. I have grown very fond of my sudden anonymity." She admitted,

"Ah, one can only imagine how such things exist."

"Oh please, you love it." She teased.

"I've missed you Liv," he confessed.

"I miss you too Fitz."

"Listen, that day at the Forest." He began but she stopped him,

"Fitz, it's water under the bridge."

"It wasn't my proudest moment,"

"No it wasn't, but it's forgiven. We certainly never made it easy for the other. We were so consumed in each other that we plunged without much regard for consequences, so when they began to creep up, it was so hard to ignore. Fitz, I never walked away because I didn't care enough, after Pastor Drake, after seeing his wife, and seeing Anna. I just knew I didn't want to be Anna. I didn't want to love you from afar forever. I didn't want my love for you to be wrong, and for reasons that are obvious, our love wasn't it right."

"It simply wasn't the right time Liv. But our love is real, it's everything, I believe in getting our shot. We will get our shot." He said placing a hand over the hand that sat on the table.

"I wish it were that simple Fitz."

"It's not as complicated as you think. Liv, Mellie and I are divorced."

"Breathe Liv…" he said squeezing her hand.

"You're what?"

"We're divorced. I filed for divorce not long after you left, and she reluctantly agreed. She knew if she fought me on the divorce, her running in future would be lacking in my endorsement."

"Wow,"

"Liv, I'm not telling you this so we can just pick up where we left off. I'm telling you this because I love you, and I want you to know that I am going to make my intentions clear. There will be flowers, there will be corniness, there will be sufficient wooing for your affections."

"After you're re-elected." She bargained,

"If you insist, but I am telling you now, emails into the ether are no longer going to cut it." He pulled out a phone from his pocket that Tom had handed him before they walked into dinner.

"Secure phone, secure line. I have one too."

"Who needs flowers when you get wooed with technology?" she joked taking the phone from him.

"We'll take this as slow as we need to. We're going to do this right. No hiding behind closed doors. We're in this together."

"Okay."

"Okay?" he repeated as though asking for confirmation. Olivia nodded.

"Okay, we're in this together."