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Olivia woke to the smell of pine throughout the room, and although she wasn't too fond of the smell, she was fond of where she was laying, and whom she was with. It had been hard to believe that she and Fitz actually got a chance to have some proper private time together, but as the night went on it started to feel more believable. And now waking up in the same bed as him, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

"Good morning," Fitz said when he saw Olivia's eyes open. He'd been watching her sleep. He loved seeing her so peaceful and carefree. There wasn't many times while she was awake that he could see that, so he took every opportunity he could while she was asleep.

"Morning," Olivia smiled back, and closed the distance between their mouths.

"So I was thinking we could have breakfast, after which I'll have to do a little bit of work, and once that's done, we can spend the rest of the day together," Fitz suggested for the days itinerary.

"Sounds good," Liv replied, it wasn't a surprise that Fitz had to work. You couldn't run a country and have a full day off.

"Do you want to go eat?" Fitz asked.

"Not yet," Liv whispered seductively and their lips met for the second time that day.

...

Fitz sat on the sofa, while Olivia sat in between his legs and reclined into him. They decided to just have a lazy day enjoying the time together while they had it. "We should talk about names," Liv said. She'd been ready to broach the subject for a while, and thought this was a good time to do it. She wanted to know what Fitz thought. She wanted to make the decision as partners. And knew that the time they spent together was going to be limited after they left Camp David. She didn't want to be sitting in a hospital bed with a baby in her arms wishing she had had this conversation sooner.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Fitz said as his hand brushed up and down Olivia's arm.

"Why's that?" She asked a little confused. There was only a little over two months until her due date, and there was never going to be a better moment. She wanted time to have this discussion, so they both could think about what the other suggested, and not just throw around names at the birth.

"Firstly, you know the baby's gender. I don't. You fight too hard for one name and you'll unintentionally let it slip," he explained. He could only see that discussion going one way and it what not a direction he wanted to take.

"And secondly?" Liv asked, wanting to know the other reason he was using to rebut having the conversation.

"Just firstly," Fitz replied. This was the only reason he could really think of why they shouldn't have the conversation. But he did feel strongly about his first and only point. "Look Liv, you would have obviously thought about the name more for a girl if we're having a girl, same thing for a boy. If you come in with one name weaker than the other, then I'll know," he added. It wasn't that he didn't want to have this conversation, there was a time where he could only dream about picking out baby names with Olivia. But they were in agreement that he wouldn't find out the gender, and he was going to keep her to that.

"Fitz, there was a time when I, like you, didn't know what we were having. And in that time I came up with names for either outcome," Liv replied

"But you'd be more attached to the gender specific one," Fitz accused. There was no way she couldn't have been.

"Maybe a little. But I can hide that," Olivia said, and Fitz nodded. Olivia was definitely good at keeping her feelings hidden from him, when she needed to.

"Okay, what if I suggest something completely outrageous, that you know we will never have to use, so you just agree?" Fitz asked.

"What do you mean?" Liv questioned as she sat up to face him.

"Say I suggested something like, I don't know, Petunia, and you didn't immediately cringe at the thought of naming our daughter that, I'd know that was because we were having a son," Fitz said expressing his thoughts.

"I wouldn't do that. I want to have an open and honest conversation about this," Liv said trying to console his worries.

"If you agreed to my horrible girl name, you would be free to name the boy whatever you wanted, without making me feel as if I didn't have some real input in the decision. It would work out perfectly for you," Fitz explained the situation as he saw it.

"I'm not here to play mind games, Fitz," Olivia said and stood up. "I thought it would be nice to pretend we're a normal couple for a moment, and pick out the name for our child. But obviously I was wrong," she said and turned and walked away.

"Hey, when did this turn into a fight?" Fitz asked as he quickly stood up to follow her.

"Maybe when you accused me of manipulating you," Liv yelled as she turned around to answer him.

"You're always manipulating me," Fitz spat back, and Olivia's mouth dropped.

"Excuse me?" Liv questioned. She couldn't believe what she just heard, and wanted to give Fitz a chance to take back what he said.

Her eyes zeroed in on Fitz and he almost shivered under her death stare, but he decided not to back down. "You heard me right. You're always manipulating me. I don't think you can go any extended period of time without trying to manipulate me. So it's not too hard to believe that you would be trying to do that now, after all you manipulated me into thinking my child was dead so you could get what you wanted," he replied, and shocked himself. He didn't think he would be so honest, but was glad he said it. It had to be put out there.

"Are you serious?" Olivia asked completely dumbfounded that they were talking about this again. It had been a month, and Fitz hadn't brought it up since they left Vermont. She really thought he understood and had forgiven her. When Fitz didn't immediately take back what he had just said, Liv knew he was. "I can't believe you just said that to me. You know why I did that. I did that for you. I did that for me. And I did that for the baby," Liv added.

"You manipulated me. You put me through hell. You broke me. And you expect me to thank you because you I'm going to be President for another four year?" He questioned.

"Why haven't you bought this up earlier?" She would have thought that if this was still bothering him, he would have talked to her sooner.

"When? In the very limited time we've had together? Because thanks to you, there isn't much of it these days," he continued,

"Thanks to me? You think I like hiding this, that I liked holding a press conference and implying that this child wasn't yours? Do you think that when I pictured having a child I'd be in this situation. That the father would be a married man, or a man going through a divorce. Do you think I like being the other woman, the hidden second family? Do you think anyone would truly want this? What am I saying? Of course you do. Because you believe I manipulated you into this situation," Liv ranted, her words getting stronger and louder with each sentence she finished. She had worked herself up, well actually Fitz had. She hated feeling like this. She hated fighting with him. She hated knowing he hated her for doing the wrong thing for the right reason. And she hated the shooting feeling that was going through her stomach.

"Oh, and you think I like this? If we did it my way, we wouldn't have to be hiding out at Camp David," Fitz began getting geared up to match Olivia's attack.

"Stop," Liv breathed. Fitz examined her, thinking that she was just trying to cut him off so she could start again. But when he noticed Olivia's hand placed on her lower stomach, he knew that wasn't the case. "Ow," she said as she folded in on the pain. This wasn't some extreme form of kicking, this signified something out of the norm. She didn't know all that much, but she knew that.

"Livvie?" Fitz said as he rushed over to where she was standing.

"Something's wrong," she said as she tried to breathe through the pain. Fitz placed a hand on the small of her back and led her over to the sofa that had been sitting on not that long ago.

"Okay, you need to breathe," he said. He knew Olivia was stressed and that there was a chance if she calmed down the pain would go away. He hated that he had worked her up. If something major happened to either of Olivia or the baby, he wouldn't ever forgive himself. He continued rubbing he back, not knowing what else to do.

"It shouldn't hurt this much," Liv said and the pain was evident on her face. "You need to get someone. A doctor," Liv said as a tear rolled down her cheek. She had no ide what was happening. She was fine just a minute ago. The thought of what this could be frightened her, and although she didn't want to think about it, it was all she could do.

"Right," Fitz said as he stood up, and rushed over to the door. "I need a doctor," he said to the secret service agent that stood on the other side. "Now!" Fitz exclaimed and watched as the agent started talking into his head piece. When given the nod, he quickly went back to Olivia's side. "It's alright. Everything's going to be alright."

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