"What do you say? Do you want Vermont with me? With me and Karen and Teddy? And all the other children we will have? I want you to have anything you want. Let me give it to you. Please, Livy."

She stared at Fitz for several minutes, considering her answer. "It's not that simple, Fitz. I know you divorced Mellie months ago. But you are still the President and have a million more important things to do."

"Nothing in this world is more important than you and my children. We can move you into the White House now. Tell everyone later that we are together and spend Christmas in Vermont. Hell, we can be married by Christmas. On Christmas, I don't care. Olivia, I can't breathe when you aren't around."

"Fitzgerald, it is not that simple!"

"Why did you have the pilot turn the plane back?"

"Because."

"That is not an answer. You had to have your reasons. You have a reason for doing everything. Why Olivia?"

Liv knew the reason she had turned around. She just didn't want to really admit it out loud. Fitz kept repeating his question until she gave in. "Because you own me! You control me. I can't breathe without you. Or sleep without you. You control my every feeling. Because I love you. You are the love of my life! Because I eat, breathe, and sleep Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third every minute of every day. You're in my head and I can't get you out. Because your voice rang through my head the very second I thought of leaving, begging me to stay and work through it. That we would get through this together. My gut told me not to go."

"And you mistrusted your gut. Livy, we breathe in sync. I cannot breathe without you. You are my air I need. We belong together. It's you and me against the world."

"I know. But we…"

"No but. Either you want to be with me or you don't."

"I do."

Fitz stood up and walked back to her bedroom leaving her in the living room. When he didn't come back after a few minutes she went looking for him. She went to her bedroom and saw Fitz going through her closet and dresser putting things into a suitcase.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you pack. You aren't as observant are you?" he smirked.

"I can see that you are packing. I don't understand why. So why are you packing for me?"

"You are going with me to the White House. Right now."

"It's 8:30 in the morning. You are already late for your briefing. We cannot just show up at the White House."

"I'm calling in sick today."

"You are the PRESIDENT. You cannot call in sick."

"Watch me." Fitz turned and watched Olivia stand in the doorway, with her hands on her hips staring at him. "Are you going to stand there and watch me or are you going to finish helping me pack?"

Olivia pulled Fitz by the hand to the bed. "What's the plan?"

"I want you to move into the White House with me. And we can live in Vermont when my term is up."

"Fitz, that's what you want. That's not a plan."

"Fine, you come up with the plan."

Olivia thought for several minutes. "I will move into the White House this weekend. You can even help me pack it up. You can make a statement about us dating. Engaged even if you want. We can spend Christmas in Vermont and we will get married there on Christmas Eve."

"Livy, you are saying that you are going to marry me, right?"

"Yes, Fitz. We will get married on Christmas Eve this year at our Vermont home. If that is what you want."

"That is definitely what I want." Fitz leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. Sealing the deal with a kiss.