"This house is ours."
"We don't need this much space. The baby will get lost in here."
"This house was built for us."
"Fitz, this place is a mansion. It's not a house."
"It's our dream house."
Olivia crossed her arms and Fitz kept walking. He smiled and pointed towards the fireplace.
"This is where we had our first conversation."
"I was looking for clues, and you came downstairs."
"We are really here Livvie."
"Are you sure we aren't dreaming?"
"If we are, I hope this dream never ends."
Olivia held her stomach and leaned forward when a sharp kick brought her back to reality.
"Nope, it's not a dream."
"Are the kicks getting stronger?"
"Yeah."
"Do you need you need to sit down?"
"We don't have any chairs."
Fitz took off his jacket and helped Olivia lower herself to the floor. The house was beautiful and huge.
"We could come to Vermont every weekend."
"Fitz, do you want a second term?"
"Honestly, I don't know. Before we met, I was sure I wanted to be President."
"I don't think we'll ever know for sure that we aren't dreaming."
"Livvie."
"Think about it Fitz. How can a man and a woman from two different worlds cross paths in a dream. Sometimes...I think it's all a twisted joke and I'm waiting to wake up to reality. In the real world, I'm a burger flipper."
"Are your contractions real?"
Olivia didn't answer him. She closed her eyes and opened them. Still in Vermont and still pregnant.
"I want you to achieve your dreams Olivia. I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you get everything you want. You will never be a burger flipper again."