Thank you to all who have been supporting me and reviewing, i know the last few chapters have been hard, but we're close.
This is a short chapter, and i'm sorry for that, but i do hope you enjoy.
With just two weeks to the election Fitz had been worked crazy, barely having a free moment to himself. He was glad to finally be getting that chance, even if it was just for one night. There was a conference in New York starting tomorrow evening, and he was the keynote speaker. In the last couple of weeks, he'd had a surge of energy, and he was actually excited about the election and the prospect of staying in this house for another four years. He was more than ten points up in the polls, and he thought he deserved one night to himself, even if others didn't agree.
He stood in his Chief-of-Staff's office while Cyrus and Abby tried to convince him that leaving tonight wasn't necessary and why it was a bad idea, but everything they tried to throw at him he ignored. He had already made up his mind and he was sticking to it.
"I am leaving. Tonight," Fitz said definitively, as he walked out the room. He could hear to tapping of heels coming after him.
"Sir, another night to work on your speech, could be very beneficial," he heard coming from behind him. He didn't know why Abby was making such a big deal out of this, if she wasn't Olivia's friend and colleague he would have told her to mind her own business a month ago.
"This trip has nothing to do with the campaign, you don't get to have input in what I do," he said turning to red-haired petite woman who was now only a half of dozen paces behind him.
"There's two weeks until the election, everything has to do with the campaign, sir," Abby reminded him as they came to a stop.
"We are up in the polls, there's two weeks left. How is one night away from the White House going to hurt the campaign?" He asked but didn't really expect a legitimate answer, because at this point the election was a slam dunk. Sally's campaign didn't even seem competitive anymore. "That's what I thought," Fitz said when Abby didn't respond.
Seeing Cyrus coming towards him, Fitz decided to make a quick exit before he had to deal with another tag team telling him to stay. He motioned for his Secret Service agents before they led him outside.
"He's a stubborn man, Red," Cyrus said and Abby knew the nickname wasn't a term of endearment, but because he forgot her name. The pair watched on as Fitz made his way across the lawn to Marine One, and only turned away when he was out of view.
Fitz climbed into the helicopter and the doors were pulled shut, trapping him in, and closing everything else out. "Change of plans," he informed the pilot.
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It had been a while since Fitz had made the journey up to Vermont. But it was something that he needed. For the last month and a half, he was focussing all his time on the campaign, and what, although probably wouldn't, could be the last few months of his Presidency. He needed the fresh air, he needed an escape. He needed a night away from the White House, and a hotel room in New York didn't seem far enough away.
He hadn't been up to the Vermont house since he brought Olivia up over half a year ago. It had seemed like a lifetime had passed since then. Maybe just being in the house he could go back to that night, think of nothing but the bliss of waking up from the floor with her there. About how after that night everything seemed to start falling into place, even if it was only for a short amount of time. This was their future. The house he built for her. For them. For the family they were meant to have.
Up here he wasn't the President. Up here felt freeing. Up here he felt he could find the solace that Olivia said was helping her. And tonight that was all that he needed. One night off would get him ready for the last round of fights before the election. There was no Cyrus, no Abby, no Mellie, no White House up here, and that was what really felt freeing. As they flew into the property's airspace he could already feel a wave of relief wash over him. It was what he needed.
Fitz could see the lights on in the house as the helicopter descended on to the grass. Though he couldn't be too sure, he was certain he'd turned the lights off the last time he was here. His secret service agents told him to stay back while they investigated, but he took that as a suggestion not an order and followed them across the yard.
"Wait," he commanded, and they all came to a halt.
Through the glass panelling he saw her. He could see her reading on the sofa with headphones in her ears and a spoon hanging from her mouth. There was a carton of ice-cream on the coffee table next to her. She looked different, the time away really had changed her. Fitz thought he should turn around, get back in the helicopter and leave, let her have the time she wanted. But knowing where she was, knowing that she was so close, meant there was no way he couldn't go in and see her.
He expected her to look up when he opened the door, but her attention was glued to her book, or her music was too loud, for her to notice his presence. He cautiously stepped closer, only when she went to scoop a mouthful of ice-cream did she notice him.
"Fitz?" Olivia gasped, the spoon dropped to the floor, and she took the earbuds out. Her eyes were full of bewilderment, as if she couldn't believe she'd been caught out. "What are you doing here?"
"I think I should be the one asking the questions," he said looking down at her now swollen belly.
Oh Liv's got some explaining to do.
So this is Olivia officially being back.
Also well done to the two people who did guess she was still pregnant, Guilty Pleasures (Guest) and Jennkyle.
You all have no idea how hard this was to write and keep secret, but i did it, and im so happy that we're up to here. now you can all stop hating me for killing the baby ahaha.
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