"CYRUS!" Olivia screamed coming down the hall to his office, scaring the shit out of everyone around. "You make his damn schedule, you maintain the schedule. Why has it been a damn week since I asked you for five minutes and I still have yet to see Fitz?"

Cyrus scurried to close the door to his office. "The Syrian government has made threats to explode New York, Iraq is on the edge of taking us to war again, the Vice President has the flu, we have three bills being despised by Congress, and we have a health care budget that isn't working out too well. It's been a hell of a week to find five minutes for the President to even take a piss outside the Oval. So excuse me for not having the hour it takes to find five minutes for you to speak with him."

Olivia clenched her teeth ready to strangle Cyrus. Beyond pissed off she wanted to scream. "I have not seen my husband in person in ten days, four hours and forty five minutes. THAT is unacceptable. I am not Mellie and I will not be treated as if I was her. Why the hell do I have to do everything myself!" She stomped down to the Oval moving Lauren out of her way with Cyrus following behind her. She looked at his schedule and pointed it out to Cyrus. "I want him in the Residence at ten tonight and not a minute later, are we understood Cyrus?"

"Liv, it doesn't work like that. I can't just…"

"Are we understood? I may be the First Lady but I am still Olivia Pope and I will bring you to your knees if necessary. Fitzgerald is to be in the Residence at ten tonight or so help me God you will all wish that you never worked here."

"Yes ma'am," Cyrus responded as she went out of the room.

Olivia went to her office attempting to calm down. She was being given the run around by everyone in Fitz's office. He'd been so busy each time she went down to see him and she understood that. As President he was always going to be busy. But she had to tell him she was pregnant before she couldn't hide it anymore. Lately she'd been noticing the little bump in her stomach but was able to cover it with oversized shirts and jackets. Pretty soon though, she'd have to tell everyone that she was pregnant and she couldn't hide it. Her hormones were everywhere on the chart. One second she was content and happy and the next she was screaming at someone. People in her office had begun to fear her more than just the Olivia Pope that they knew.

Liv got herself ready to go to the school that she was supposed to read to the children at. Honestly, she wasn't feeling too well but knew that she couldn't cancel. Being sick was not an option for her. Liv pulled herself together and went on her way to the car ready to go.

When they arrived the principal of the school greeted her at the front doors.

"Madam First Lady it's an honor to meet you. We're so glad you were able to join us today," he told her.

"I'm glad I was able to make it today. Let's not keep these kids waiting any longer for story time," she smiled.

Olivia spent an hour reading a few books to the students and telling them how important it was to read every day. She answered a few questions from the kids about what she liked to read and how she liked living in the White House, simple things a child would ask. As they were about to leave her assistant and staff came towards her bringing her more problems to solve.

"Ma'am, Teddy's nurse has to leave, she has a cold and is at risk of giving it to him. His back up nanny is on vacation," Nikki told her.

"Alright, I'll take him soon as I get back," Liv replied.

"Your associate Quinn called and said something was wrong with Huck. Also, Congressman Shaw is dying for your services. Karen asked if you would be able to pick her up from school today, she's having a bad day I guess. Mr. Beene called and said that he was sorry but the President would not make it up to the Residence before one in the morning. The State of the Union address is waiting on your desk when you arrive, you have to finalize it because the President does not trust his speech writers. Dr. Wilson says that you are due for your exam today. The chef would also like to finalize your plan for the State Dinner and the band team would like your input on some key music during the dinner. You are also supposed to speak at a charity fundraiser tomorrow afternoon and the speech writers insist that you write your own speech first. As well, the Communications Director would like your input on a few things since you are the best." Olivia stood against the wall trying to wrap her head around everything she needed to do. "Ma'am are you alright?"

Nikki looked at her face turning ill. Before she could say anything, Olivia fell to the floor with a pool of blood coming from between her legs.