So I know i normally update Sundays but I was working ALL weekend and was totally beat by time i got home last night. But today was a Public Holiday where I live so I had some time today to be able to write.

This chapter is a fluffy filler as i feel you guys deserve some happiness at the moment cause I've put you through a lot. So no cliff hangers not twist, nothing like that. and if you think I've lied to you then you can shank me in a review ahah.

Also a huge THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed last chapter. WOW! You guys are amazing.

I hope you enjoy :)

Olivia heard a knock on the door and looked down to her wrist to see it was five minutes to ten. She smiled to herself. He was early. She walked over to the door and opened up the peephole. There he stood, three agents by his side. Fitz's eyes beamed as they caught a small glance of Olivia. Olivia quickly worked each lock before opening the door to let him in. He glided into the apartment and the agents turned in their spot and stayed where they were.

Fitz placed both hands on Liv's stomach and his lips on hers. The kiss was tender and sweet, as if he was greeting her like he'd just gotten home from work. "Hi," he greeted as their lips parted. His hands stayed on her stomach though, because she wasn't the only person he was saying 'hello' to.

"Hi," she replied happily, and glad that she was no longer alone in the apartment. And although it had only been a day since she'd been back and made the decision to lock herself up in her home, she was already get a little antsy to leave. But it was just for two weeks and she knew that two weeks could fly by and she desperately hoped they would.

All Fitz wanted all day was to make his way over to Olivia's apartment, and he hated waiting for it to be late enough to not arise any questions about his whereabouts. Though his day was mostly filled with campaign matters, the day did drag on. Every phone call felt like it took an hour, instead of the more probable five to ten minutes that it would have actually taken. "How was your first day back?" He asked.

Liv didn't know if she should be honest or not. The day was tolerable but it definitely wasn't what she was used to, well not while she was in D.C. anyway. "Abby came over to check up on me, and we had Gettysburger for lunch while we discussed OPA business. She'd restocked my refrigerator yesterday when I told her I was coming back, but I was craving some Freedom Fries," she explained. It was the truth, she just didn't mention the other ten hours of the day where she felt like a prisoner in her own place. But she was glad he was here now, because she'd be able to forget all about that while he was.

Fitz led Olivia over to the sofa and she sat between his legs and used him as back support. After a long day Fitz was glad he got to have her in his hold. Nothing made a particularly difficult day bearable than having Liv with him.

They sat in comfortable silence. They played with each other's fingers as they continually interlocked. They were sitting like that for a long time when Fitz decided to voice his thoughts. "What do you think it is?" He asked, his hand was draped across Olivia's belly. When he thought they'd lost the baby he always wondered if that child was a boy or a girl. And for last two days he couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities of having either gender. If it was a boy, he could see himself playing with both his young sons, and he thought Teddy would enjoy having a brother more his age, and not fifteen years older. But he knew if it's a girl, that she would have him wrapped around her little finger, just like her mother did.

Olivia pulled a face. It was easily readable. She wasn't sure if she should feel guilty about something she'd been hiding, or even if she should tell him or not. "I, um, I already know. I found out at my last ultrasound," she revealed. She couldn't not find out. And even before the technician had finished asking if she wanted to know the sex of the baby she had cut them off with a loud and definite yes. The reason she hadn't told Fitz yet was that she wasn't sure if he wanted to know and she had been waiting for him to bring it up in conversation. She had tried extremely hard not to say any gender specific pronouns around him, and she was fine to keep that up if he so see fit.

"Well tell me," he said quickly his curiosity getting the best of him. And just as Liv opened her mouth to answer, he quickly stopped her, "Wait, I don't want to know. Not yet," he added. Liv hid her smile of amusement. Fitz liked the surprise of not knowing, and usually wasn't able to have that with either Karen or Teddy.

"Then I won't tell you," Liv said. Fitz was glad she wouldn't say a word, and this was the one of the only time he was happy about how well she could keep a secret. Only with his first son was he able to go the whole way until delivery without finding out. When Mellie was pregnant with Karen, she said she would feel closer to the child if she knew, and she did not extend the same level of courtesy that Liv was going to. And with Teddy, he really didn't get a choice. The whole world found out the same time he did, all because of political capital.

"Thank you," he said as he patted her stomach. "Just tell me, are you happy with what it is?" Fitz asked, and Liv shot him a look that said that was the stupidest question he had ever asked.

"I am, but I would have been happy either way. Wouldn't you?" She responded, even though she already knew it to be true. Fitz didn't reply, he just placed a peck on the top of her head, and she knew his answer.

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Fitz stayed the night, but like always had to leave early the next morning. He insisted of Olivia staying in bed, so she not have to get up, but she wouldn't have any of it. She walked him out the living room, and they stopped in the entrance way. "I love you," Fitz said as he placed his lips on Liv's. "And I love you too," he said crouching down halfway to talk to her stomach.

Olivia opened the door for Fitz and watched him as he walked to the elevator, two agents followed him, one did not. "Fitz?" She called out as she looked the third agent up and down. Fitz turned back at the sound of his name. "Why is he not leaving?"

Fitz nodded for his agents to stay as he started the short walk back to the apartment. "He's yours," he answered very matter of fact.

"Excuse me?" Liv asked as she held out her arm and pulled him back into the apartment and shut the door behind them. "I don't need one of your secret service agents protecting me," she stated.

"Don't think of it for you, think of it for the baby," he replied. He knew Olivia wouldn't go for it, but the baby was the child of the President of the United States' and if anyone found out about them and tried to hurt them to get at him he would never forgive himself. This was his way of being a protective father, because he wasn't always able to be with them.

"No, even if I wanted a man outside my door 24/7, it would lead to suspicion and rumours, and that is what we need protecting from," Liv said. She came home on the condition they weren't caught out, and a secret service agent stationed at her door seemed like a big red flashing arrow saying 'Pregnant Mistress'.

"Put it this way Olivia, I will not call him off his post, and I will not be leaving with him," Fitz said adamantly. He could tell by the look she was giving him that she did not believe what he was saying. He also knew she would break before him. Fitz strolled over to the sofa and took a seat to show that he was serious. He would sit there all day and night, but he knew it would not come to that.

Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest and zeroed in on him. Though it was still dark out, she could tell the sun was going to rise any minute. She pursed her lips angrily. She knew the longer he stayed the more likely he was to being caught out on his return to the White House. "Fine," she groaned and Fitz stood up happily he had won.

He made her way back over to where she was standing, kissed her on the cheek and opened the door. He then nodded to Olivia's new secret service agent and made his way back to the elevator, where his own agents were holding the doors open for him. The doors closed but not before he shot a cocky grin in Olivia's direction.

"Ms Pope, I'm-" the agent began, trying to introduce himself, but Olivia just rolled her eyes and shut the door before he could say his name.

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