Hello Darlings! Happy Friday.

Here is your next chapter for this fairly HOT tale. Remember this story is M rated so please keep that in mind.

I saw on tumblr and twitter faithful Olitz followers asking for fluffy Olivia and Fitz after 7.10. Here is my contribution. Please do your best and drop me a #Crumb.

Thank you for reading and have a great weekend…

Me's

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Chapter 25: "I Look At You…And I'm Home…"

"Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Scrapbook of Memories….

"Liv where do you want me to stick in this box," Abby calls out from her kitchen.

"Make sure the cabinets are all empty," Olivia calls out from the Living room.

In the six days Fitz has been gone, Olivia slept in her apartment. She just can't bear to sleep in their bedroom at the White House without him. She tried the first evening calling it a night around 11:00. Miss Ann had stayed with her, warmed some of her special tea, then settled in with her for the night.

After two hours of tossing and turning, and sleeping on Fitz's side of the bed, Miss Ann suggested they go to her apartment to sleep. There was nothing on Olivia's schedule the next day at the White House. So with Agent Washington, and Tom in tow along with her agents, Olivia was driven back to her apartment.

When she opened her door she found Quinn there with a gun pointed at the door. "Quinn it's me," Olivia gasped. She lowered her gun. "Why are you here?"

"Huck and I take turns sleeping here at night. Just in case anyone tries to break in. He's in the back sleeping," she creaks just as he steps out from the spare bedroom into the Living Room. Rowan is out. There is has been no evidence of him in the city. He could be anywhere. Show up at any time.

He could show up at Liv's apartment, which is why Quinn and Huck sleep over there at night. There are also extra cameras in strategic locations in and around her apartment building. If Rowan is in the area, the cameras will pick his image up and send it directly to Fitz, or Stephen.

"We good here Huck. It's just Liv and Miss Ann." Huck nods then goes back to bed in the spare room.

Olivia is relieved to crawl into her own bed with Miss Ann. She's in one of Fitz's shirt. In thirty minutes she falls asleep. However by 6:00 am she was awoken by her husband calling.

"Do you know what time it is," she growls not realizing it is him.

"Well good morning to you also Sunshine," Fitz snickers sitting up in bed. He hears her yawn loudly. She hisses like a cat into the line. "Geez…," he snickers. "Remind me not to call my smoking hot wife before coffee in the morning when I'm away. This is only one morning without morning sex…I hate to see you if this drags out longer than expected."

Olivia hisses a second time then rolls her eyes. "I just had a long night Fitz. That's all. I'm sorry for being a Grumpy pants." He smiles into the line. Then he hears Quinn and Huck informing her they will see her in a couple hours. "Liv did the stay the White House?"

"No," she gulps.

"Olivia where are you?" She does not answer. "Liv?" He hears Miss Ann come into her room stating breakfast will be ready at 7:00 am and to warn her no phone sex due to the thin walls in her apartment. A long sigh is heard through the line. "Are you at your apartment?"

"Yes."

"Olivia we discussed this. I don't want you there without me, nor staying overnight. Christ Liv I'm only been gone for one damn night. The White House cannot be that horrible. The Agents…,"

"You are the White House Fitz. The Agents slept on air mattresses in my Living Room," she explains. "Tom had agents standing guard at my door all night and in plain clothes just outside my building. It is more secure here than Fort Knox Mr. President. So chill will you please," she scolds. "I have a migraine and feel like I drank too last night."

"Livy I don't want something to happen to you. If it did, and I wasn't there to save you. I can't get to you in time because I'm not there," he softly coos. "How could you just…"

Fitz is winding up to question her motives for risking her security. "I came here because I couldn't sleep without you all right." He hears her whimper. "I was on your side of the bed with your Navy shirt and I just couldn't sleep."

"Livy," he croons sighing deeply.

"I am not this person." He utters not a sound. Olivia needs to get this out. "I slept fine until you came along. Then the nights we spent together before the last year I lived for them. Just to be with you – even though it was wrong."

"Liv," he mouths silently.

"Then I left for those two months. I dreamt of you every single night was I was away. Every dream more vivid and real than the previous. Some mornings I swore it was you I pictured on the beach." His eyes sting with unleashed tears. "I know you just left and you're coming home to me but…,"

"I'll always come home to you. Next time we'll go together all right." She whimpers. "I miss you more than anything on this earth. I'll be home as soon as I can. I swear," he promises. "I didn't sleep without you either. I have your Georgetown shirt on."

"What! How!"

"I stole it from your side of the closet before I left," he admits with a sheepish grin appears on his face.

"Fitz it's a medium," she teases. "Your man boobies must be showing."

"Man boobs," he scoffs. "I DO NOT have man boobs," he growls. His eyes glance down at his chest. Every inch of his defined chest is practically bulging out of her shirt.

"Tell me you just did not check yourself out in my shirt," she chastises hearing a "mhm" in the line.

"Uh…,"

"Oh for Christ sakes Fitz! Really," she cackles on the bed.

"What! I'm a-woke man who works hard to keep this hot bod for his smoking hot wife of nearly a year." His comments almost sends her off the bed in a fit of giggles.

"Works hard," she snickers. "Yes your two donut curls in the morning with coffee and OJ really help build muscle mass dearie."

"Oh trust me Mrs. Grant I'll show you my strength when I return," he growls. She gasps loudly. "And when I'm on top of you with your legs on my shoulders pounding into your pus-."

"Fitzgerald Thomas," she grouses.

"Into your shaved hot kitty," he dips his voice even lower.

"Okay goodbye Mr. President. I have to shower," she blurts out before she comes in her panties with her godmother in the other room.

"Wait no," he pleads. "Don't go Sweetheart. I'll behave." She exhales. They sit quietly for a few minutes then begin talking about their respectable days. This becomes their routine every morning and night. Fitz calls Olivia and they speak until one can no longer keep their eyes open.

Fitz is now aware she's at her apartment, but with all the reassurance from Tom and Agent Washington no will get close to her without his approval. Olivia of course is at the White House whenever it's necessary. Andrew has been holding down the fort nicely. Mellie has also been coming by her apartment the help her pack things up to her surprise, which she brings her to her current situation.

Six days and nights, Olivia has been here. And to her pleasant now she is nearly done. Her closet is mostly packed. All of her clothes are out of her bedroom furniture. In the bathroom there are a few needed essentials left. Her Living Room, Dining Room, and Kitchen are practically done except for a few loose ends.

Olivia is extremely pleased but she would not been able to do this on her own. Her entire team helped. Fitz would have insisted on packers, but this was something she had to do on her own. A way of closing her former life, about to embark on the new one that awaits her when Fitz returns home, which cannot be soon enough.

She's stopped finding a scrapbook of Fitz's first campaign and then second. She never realized she had so many pictures of them together. They each looked so happy, young, starry-eyed and to the careful observed so head over heels for the other.

"Yo Madame First Lady," Abby calls out a second time from the kitchen. She's nearly done in there. Olivia still does not respond. She leaves the kitchen to find her sitting on the couch with her head buried in the photo album. "What's up Doc," she calls out to her.

"Sorry Abby I was distracted," she shrugs her shoulders.

"I see," she grins. "May I?"

"Sure," Olivia places the book in her lap. She flips through it in its entirety. Every stop with his speeches, his meeting of the people, memento's (tickets) from his debates – it's all there. The book is painstakingly put together with utmost care and love. "Geez when did you do this?"

"Over time," she wistfully answers graces her fingers over the photos. "If I missed him. Or if we weren't talking. I really worked on in those darkest times when I thought he didn't want me any longer. It helped me get by. These photos gave me hope when I could have lost myself in the grief of not having him in my life."

A tear escapes her eye. Abby wraps an arm around her. "Well you have him now Mrs. Grant," she chastises seeing their wedding album in a nearby box. Abby had made it for her with Quinn's help.

"That I do," she affirms. Abby closes the book giving it back to Olivia to place in the box.

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Change on the Horizon...

Then she has an idea. "Abby?"

"Yah?"

"Do you think you'd be willingly to help me with a special surprise for our First Wedding Anniversary in just over a week? I can't do it alone," she pleads with a smile on her face. "Fitz and I have been talking about it but the time wasn't right until now."

"Liv," she inquires. Olivia lifts out a folder then places it in her lap. Abby opens it reading through the contents. "HOLY SHIT. AHHHH," she screams causing the agents to run into the room with guns.

"It's okay guys. Abby just got over excited," Olivia shoves her arm. "Geez girl if you screamed any louder, the police force would be here."

"Oh shut up," Abby snickers. Her eyes travel down to the items in the folder. "But seriously Liv are you sure?"

"Yes." Abby jumps up. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Calling Stephen to gather the rest of the team," Olivia is so proud of her. "Oh wait I got to call Cyrus too. We are going to need him on this too." Then she stops. "Wait how about…"

"Yes call Mellie and Andrew but up to a point. Andrew may be able to pull some strings for me in the right places without alerting Fitz," Olivia realizes. "Abby do you think this can be ready by new week. It's not a lot of time."

"I learned from the best," she winks. "Consider it handled."

"Oh if the agents are in on it, it help him stay out of my hair. It will be difficult because this the first time we've been apart since we got married," she realizes out loud.

"Yah right," Abby teases. "The moment that sexy ass POTUS husband of yours returns, he'll be so far up your cookies, you won't be able to walk for a month."

"ABIGAIL," Olivia snips shoving her off the sofa onto the floor.

"What it's true. And you know it," Abby winks. "I'm just going to keep waiting." She utters no more. Not needing too. "Liv?"

"Yes I know when the timing is right," Olivia sighs deeply. Abby stands taking Liv with her. She brings her into her arms for a hug. "Come on let's finish up and head to OPA. I miss teasing Stephen about his love life."

Abby giggles.

Both Olivia and Abby finish up her apartment then head over to OPA for lunch. Of course the moment she arrives Stephen is waiting with open arms. "Hey there stranger," he teases kissing her cheek.

"Hey Good Looking," she hugs him tightly.

"Don't let your POTUS husband here you call him that," Quinn yells from the conference room. "He'll get jealous."

Stephen walks in with Olivia tucked under his arm. "I can take him." He lifts his arms to show off his muscles in his shirt.

"Yes but he has agents," Quinn reminds him.

"I feel so unsuccessful," he pouts.

Olivia cups his face. "Not to me." Stephen blushes. They are ready to leave for lunch until Olivia asks them to sit.

"Abby phoned us. We'll get back to you by tomorrow with all the details," Huck speaks.

"No it's not about my Anniversary surprise for Fitz. It's something else." She walks to the board and places a picture of the OPA sign. They all squint. "Just bear with me." A new picture is then placed next to it. "Finch, Whelan, Perkins and Associates."

Stephen, Abby, and Quinn's mouth drop open. Huck and Marcus smile on the sides. Olivia spoke to them weeks ago about changing the name. Huck doesn't want his name on the door and Marcus has not been there long enough. In time it can happen, if that is what he wants.

"Liv," Stephen creeks.

"Liv," Abby and Quinn whimper at the same time.

"We don't…," Abby whimpers.

"As of my First Wedding Anniversary to Fitz next week, the practice will no longer be mine. I can be a silent partner IF that is what you all want, but my name will no longer be on the door. I signed it over equally to you three. All of you have equal shares as of next week. The name on all social media, the door, everywhere will happen next week at midnight. It's handled," she explains with pride and happy tears.

She walks to them. All three stand. "I'm Fitz's wife. First Lady. It's time for me to show the world WHO I am. My place is with Fitz. I have to let this life go so Fitz and I can have our dream. This is not my home office any longer. It's at the White House," now Olivia is crying. Abby, Quinn and Stephen rush to her quickly.

"You CAN have him Liv. Hell you DO have him," Stephen voices with conviction a reminder of a talk they had long ago.

Olivia nods. Abby and Quinn shed tears with their closest friend. Her eyes lift to meet Stephens. "So help me God if you even attend to serve Haggis, it's on."

The entire room breaks out laughing. "Never," he opens his arms to her. Olivia is in them instantly. She cries happy tears into his shirt.

"Liv does he know," Stephen questions holding onto her with only one arm.

"No. Not yet. It's part of my surprise. One of the many. It's time I show the world how much I love my husband," she voices with conviction. "I just wish he was back already."

"When is he do to return Liv," Quinn inquires.

"Not sure. I think after the weekend. Monday night. It's taking longer to get the work he needs to finish. Cyrus says he's fine but I know Cyrus. Fitz is slowly driving him crazy," she snickers. "It won't be soon enough." Abby stifles a laugh. "Abby," she warns.

"I didn't say anything," Abby defends herself.

"But you were thinking it," Olivia chastises. She turns her attention to Huck. "Any word on my Father." He shows her a video. "He was in France?" He nods. "How? Why?"

"Not sure. The President put him on the no fly list but he still managed to get out. If he comes back into the country Liv we'll know. He has to clear customs and immigration." Huck walks over to her. "He will not get to you."

"But I'm sure he knows we know what he did," she reiterates softly. "And then there's the person who really killed Jerry."

"We almost have all the evidence we need Liv to bring them down," Marcus assures her. "We'll show you and The President once we're positive. We just want to be ready because once your husband sees what we gathered, he'll want to open…"

"The fires of hell," Olivia interrupts. She insists on seeing what they have on Jerry's killer but no one will show her anything. It takes Abby to refocus her attention on her anniversary next week and not wanting to take anything away from that moment.

Shortly thereafter they head out the door for lunch. A new restaurant in the area opened. They all have been dying to try it. She sees the cameras outside. "Stephen how does the Press know I'm here?"

"I didn't alert anyone."

"Well how do they find out," she utters confused. They are taking her picture inside the building with her team. "I drove with Abby with the agents following us."

Marcus and Stephen go first through the double doors with Huck in front of her. She cannot see anything. "What is going on…" she utters as then stops in her tracks seeing what all this hoopla is for.

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Whatever We Want…

"Hi," Fitz utters looking incredibly smug and sexy leaning on the open doored motorcade with a huge bouquet of red roses. She does a double take to make sure he's really there.

"Fitz?"

He takes only one step towards her. "Yes?" He's wearing a tight pair of jeans, dark sweater and brown leather jacket with a sexy as hell smirk on his face. She is so surprised, her purse falls onto the ground. Abby bends down quickly to pick up her purse.

She's completely speechless. "Why?"

"I'm here to take my smoking hot girlfriend out on a date," he utters loudly. The press are eating up his every word. "It's why I came back early."

"Seriously," she breathes still frozen in her spot.

The press is going crazy snapping pictures of the scene before their eyes. Questions are shouted;

"Miss Pope did you know the President was coming?"

"Where are you bringing Miss Pope for lunch Mr. President?"

"Who are you wearing Miss Pope? How have you been feeling?"

"Mr. President how long have you been planning this date?"

There were questions shouted as Fitz stood their taking her in. Every morning she dressed impeccably well, but today, she seemed even more beautiful. He sees something different in her eyes. Since going public, she had begun to wear more dresses and skirts. Today was no exception.

Olivia had choose a long dark mermaid denim skirt paired with a red silk button long sleeve blouse. A long gold chain hung between her breasts matched with gold stud earrings. He has no doubt his wedding rings are nestled between. Olivia's feet faltered in her black calf length boots with stacked heels.

"God she's stunning," he mutters clearly out of breath. The press closest to Fitz hears his comment.

"Go you idiot. Knock his socks off," Abby chastises giving her the needed push she literally needs to go to her man.

Then Fitz sees IT in her eyes. "Oh Shit," he mutters just as she makes a bee line for him. She runs across the sidewalk, leaping into his arms. The force of their connection sends them both into the motorcade. This will be all over the news but Olivia could care less. He came back – FOR HER.

All you can see is feet dangling out of the car. The agents quickly block the view of the cameras and prying eyes. Laughs are heard from the press gathered.

Realizing she clearly knocked him off his feet, and they are in the car, she lifts her face to meet his blue shimmering eyes. "Hi," she exhales.

"Hi. Mrs. Grant," he coos as the necklace with her rings falls on his chest. She hears the press calling their names. She slowly slinks off his body. He's right behind her.

"Mr. President," Marcus hands him the roses. Fitz smiles. He hands them to Olivia who blushes.

Her nose ghost over the flowers petals smelling their sweet scent. "Roses?"

"What kind of guy would I be not to bring you flowers on our first date," he announces. "I have to woo you."

"Incorrigible," she sighs deeply shielding her face from his loving gaze. He wiggles his eyes suggestively. Her mouth drops open as he removes the flowers from her hands placing them in the motorcade.

"So what happens now," she questions.

"Anything we want," Fitz answers with unbridled passion in his eyes. She is keenly aware what's coming.

As he stands before her, everyone, every sound disappears. He steps into her space cupping her cheeks with both hands. The tips of his fingers caress her velvety skin then her plush pink lips. It's been way to long since he's kisser her.

"F-iii-tz," she squeals as his face lowers to hers. The anticipation is relentless. Her entire body from the tops of her fingers to her tip-toes are buzzing. How she has missed his kisses but HERE in front of everyone?

"Quiet," he commands just as his lips connect with hers in feathery light kisses. Her legs buckle as Fitz's arms sweep around her, drawing their chests and upper bodies together. They're chest to chest as he kisses her in front of the Press without a care in the world – because HIS world is in his arms.

Olivia hands trace up his arms flying into his hair, gripping and tugging it for support. He moans into her open as she tugs against his matted curls. Her nails dig into his scalp in the hopes to quell the desire brewing in the depths of her stomach. He wasn't gone long, but to her body, it feels like an eternity.

Fitz smiles against her mouth as he continues to kisses her. "Mrs. Grant," he murmurs only for her to hear. He cradles her cheek in his palm. Her hand mirrors his on his face keeping them linked. This last year has been the happiest she's ever been, because of him. The kisses continues until whistles are heard from the press.

"GET A ROOM," Abby cackles from where she is standing.

"I told yah The President was an extremely good kisser," Quinn shouts.

Finally Olivia and Fitz separate. Now both his hands cover her soft cheeks. Her own hands nestle against his. Her eyes flutter open as he quickly moves them into the SUV. He waves to the crowd then takes his seat next to her in the vehicle. The moment they are secure in the vehicle, Fitz has her sitting in his lap.

"Fitz," she protests as his hands slide her jacket off her arms, tossing it across the SUV. His hands untuck her shirt, aching for the feel of her soft caramel skin under his hands. It's been too long since he's touched her. Felt her.

"Wh-at," His fingers cover her lips to silence her.

"Do you have any idea how much I missed you," he groans caressing her soft skin.

"I know," she whimpers holding his face. "I'm sorry." He pulls back unsure of her words. "For not sleeping at the White House."

"Livy," he murmurs.

"I just couldn't," she sniffles. "You weren't there. It not our home without you." Tears escape her eyes. "It was cold. Lonely. I need you."

"My Sweet Baby," he coos the precious nickname he gave her long ago. It's been forever since he uttered those words. He lifts her wedding rings from the inside of her shirt. He kisses them. Fitz wants it on her finger but it'd be too noticeable. He kisses her lips to stop her tears. "I'm not leaving you. Ever."

"Promise?" The uncertainty of her voice breaks him. They married nearly a year ago, and he's never heard her this way. This he did not expect.

"Liv? What's wrong?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Next time I go with you okay? I won't stay behind."

Her words surprise him. She's never been the needy, clingy wife. "I didn't plan on leaving without you. I was thinking Vermont for our Anniversary next week." His words stop her tears. She cannot give him an answer because she too has plans for them.

"Just you." He kisses her.

"Me," his voice dips lower.

"In bed," he suggests.

She bites her bottom lip to stop the smile from appearing on her face.

"Naked," she asks.

He flips her onto her back with him already in between her legs. Her skirt lifts as he pushes his growing erection into her panty covered core. "Oh trust me, there will be NO articles of clothing involved. The only thing you'll have on you, IN YOU, is me," he growls pushing her panties aside locating her now wet folds.

"Fitz," she creaks as he pushes them inside her warmth.

"Not here," she begs.

"Why not," he suggests. His fingers continue to work in and out of her. The driver cannot see them with the shield up. He made sure of it. They have not had sex in a car yet. "No one can see us." His hot lips suck on the pulse points on her neck.

"Oh," she moans as her fluids begin to leak out her.

"I'm past waiting Livy," he croaks. His hand work to unbutton his own jeans. She so lost in Fitz's fingers working her up into a frenzy. She is grinding hard against his hand spreading her legs further apart. He unzips his jeans sliding them and his underwear out of the way. He moves her down the seat.

"Look how wet and tight you are for your husband. Did you miss my touch," she whimpers. He moves his fingers long enough to slide her panties off. "My lips, tongue eating like a ten course meal."

"Yes." She is ready to explode at his naughty words. There is no way she'll stop him now. He is dripping with want. Her mind wants him to stop, but her body betrays her. She is close to giving the desire ready to explode in her body.

"Then do you what I'm going to do to you right here and now," his hisses into her ear. She cannot answer. His hot breath excites her more, "I'm going to seriously FUCK my smoking wife in this car."

"FITZ," she howls as he slams his painfully hard erection into her channel. The force of his penetration into her is enough for her to literally come off the seat. Her hands whip from his hair to the nearby leather seat, and handle on the ceiling. His arms straighten as he pounds into her like they've been separated for seven months instead of almost a week.

Each night he's gone to bed wanting to make love to his wife. She'd be in his dreams, riding him, then sitting on face allowing Fitz to bury his mouth fully in sweetness. Each morning he'd wake painfully aware she was not there in his arms. Fitz did not realize how much his body would crave her in his absence.

THIS is not about scratching an itch, or getting laid

Right here.

Right now.

THIS about reconnection of their bodies; becoming one with the person you love. Your soulmate.

Olivia Pope…wait Grant is his soulmate, better half.

Without her on this trip he was a shell of his man. He got the job done. Fitz did what he had to do to keep the peace. Everyone he met noticed how Olivia had transformed him into a stronger more confident man to lead this great nation. He knew exactly what he wanted and he made it happen.

But he longed to return to her. Fitz was not due to return till after the weekend, but he himself could not endure their separation any longer. In the nights he tossed and turned longing for her touch, sweet kisses, scent, the soothing touch of her body wrapped around his in their bed, or sofa.

In the morning he missed her watching her sleep. Most mornings he'd stir before Olivia. He had grown accustomed to her body nestled to his, her cheek resting over his heart, the scent of her shampoo – body scream wafting into his lungs. Yes Olivia's unique "scent" was on her shirt he "borrowed," but it wasn't enough.

It was NOT her.

By today, he was done. He found Cyrus right after he got out of bed. "I am going home today to my wife Cy. I am done."

Cyrus did not argue. Fitz had finished the work.

"Look at me," he growls. Her eyes meet his dark blue nearly black. Her mouth drops open taking in more of him. He thrusts into her harder hitting her G spot every time. He is making up for lost time. Each accentuated gyration of hips into her slick channel raises her off her the seat.

"I came home to my wife Livy," he voices ready to explode.

"Oh God," she cries.

"I missed you so much," Fitz sighs holding himself back from release.

"I'm here Fitz. Always," she coos. Her hands move to his face bringing their lips together for a searing kiss. Their tongues duel it out until the need for air becomes too much. "I was waiting for you – my husband to come home."

"Liv?"

"Harder," she voices as their lips barely part. He claims her panting mouth in a searing kiss. Every nerve of Olivia's body clenches around Fitz's hardness at once sending them into a powerful orgasm neither are prepared for. His arms slip and he falls on top of her – but not enough to hurt her.

They kiss away each one of the others feverish pants and wails. She unravels underneath his body, melting into him. He rocks them both through their passion. Olivia continues to fall deeper and further apart underneath him clinging to his jacket needing them closer.

Their breathing subsides, he lifts his face to stare into her beautiful brown eyes. His breath literally catches in his throat as their eyes met his. Her hair was a mess, hot and sweaty but in this moment was looked like an angel sent into his life to save him. He begins to slip out but she squeezed her walls around him.

"Not yet," she beseeches. "I'm not ready to let you go."

"Livy," he creaks. He kisses her forehead, cheeks, nose – earning a chuckle, then lips. His eyes meet hers and he sees hers. They are tears. "What Sweetheart?"

"Don't EVER leave me again?"

His breath catches. He removes himself from her body. He cleans them both quickly to get presentable. They are almost at the White House. He cradles her in his arms, holding her head close to his face. His forehead touches hers.

"I won't Livy."

"You swear?" He shifts his body. Her head rests on his chest – over his heart. She arms coil around his torso nuzzling her nose into his scent.

"Yes," he whispers into the top of her head.

"Ah huh." A smirk grows on his face.

"Next time I go, you'll be with me." He lifts her chin slightly to gaze into her shimmering brown eyes. "We're in this together." His words are an echo from their first admission of love I the Rose Garden long ago.

"We're in this together." His smile widens. "Look….,"

She sits up. "Fitz...," she pauses as they enter the grounds of the White House. "I don't understand."

"I brought you home Livy." Her heart beats quickly within her chest hoping he does not know about the packing up of her apartment. He can't know. He senses her apprehension. "We promised each other no more nights apart." Her eyes light up at his words. "You sleep, where I sleep remember."

She nods. "Do you know what I learned while you were away," Olivia utters. She sits up. Her hands cups both his cheeks. "Where we love is home. It's a home that our feet may leave but not our hearts."

He melts into her. His lips kiss hers gently, delicately confirming her words. She has forever been his home since the moment they met and locked eyes. But to hear her utter those precious words is everything to him and more.

"So we're both home Mrs. Grant."

"Yah. We both came home Mr. President…,"

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TBC….

Yes my Sweet Darlings, this is it for this update. I intended it to be longer but after 7.10 I wanted to ensure I posted some Fluffy and Hot Olitz reunion sugars for you all. I trusted my gut it was needed.

So I'm sure you are wondering what Olivia and Fitz have planned for the other for their FIRST wedding anniversary. Well…I could tell you but it spoil all those crumbs and I just can't have it. But it will be worth the wait. If you have any ideas for me please DM, PM or tweet me. I could use it. Anything is possible.

Yes Rowan is not gone, and there is much left to handle in this fic. I'm working on it. Promise.

So please leave me your #Crumbs on your way out. Thank you for your continued support and reading of my work. It means a great deal.

Have a great Super Bowl weekend…

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