"Ms. Pope is in the dining room waiting for you, sir."

Fitz pushed aside the files on his desk and followed Tom back to the dining room of the Residence. Olivia had spent the week at the White House with Fitz while she tried to find an apartment to move into. Her apartment had been sold rather quickly when it went on the market. The majority of her things had been moved into Abby's spare bedroom and some into her office.

"What are you doing up here? It's only lunch time," Fitz asked her when he walked in.

"You skipped breakfast this morning and you should eat something."

Fitz kissed her cheek and sat beside her at the table starting to eat. "Are you alright?"

"I wanted to talk to you. Do you hate me for killing Jake?"

Putting his fork down mid bite, Fitz stared at her not sure how to respond to her question. "Why would you ask that?"

"I'm concerned that you knowing what I did puts us in a different situation in whatever we have going on here. And if you can handle that I killed someone myself, instead of having someone do it for me. I think that changed how you look at me how we are together."

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you are saying you are worried that I now hate you for killing the bastard that raped you and put you in the hospital for a month?"

"Yes."

"You're out of your mind. I told you I would kill him myself but you are the one who wanted to do it. How could I hate you for doing something I would have done?"

"So you aren't mad at me for killing a man?"

"Are you mad at me for blowing up a plane still?"

"That's different."

"As is this. Jake deserved what he got. I might not have agreed with your tactics of it but I don't hate you for it. I told you we could dump him in the ocean on the way back from Zanzibar but you insisted on him being put in the hole. That was your choice. Can you live with that?"

"I have to. It's done."

"Then there is no point in rehashing that. On another note, how are you doing finding a new apartment?"

Liv played with her fork against her plate as they talked. When he asked about the apartment search she stilled and took a drink. "I've got a couple that I'm looking at later this week. I'll be out of your hair soon."

Fitz laughed and took her hand. "I don't want you out of my hair, Livie. I want you to move in here. And don't even think about trying to say it's a bad idea because everyone knows that you've been staying here."

"We need to discuss this further but we both need to get back to work. How about tonight, we can talk and I'll think about moving in."

"At least give it some real thought, I like having you here."

Once they both were finished with lunch, she walked him back to the Oval before roaming around the West Wing and running into Cyrus.

"I thought you were supposed to be in some meeting with Fitz," he asked.

"We had lunch instead. How's he doing anyway?"

"He's concerned about you. But he's doing fine."

"He asked me to move in."

"I know, we discussed it. I think you should. You practically live here already; might as well make it official."

"I need to give it some thought. How does everyone know that I've been staying here?"

"Other than you haven't left the grounds in over a week? They've seen you coming down the elevator with him, you go up to the Residence alone when he's in the Oval or sometimes not even here. They can put two and two together. It's actually put him up a couple points. He's more likeable with a girlfriend."

"I'm not his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend, lover, mistress, whatever. He has you on his side and that's what makes him more likeable."

Leaving Cyrus by himself in the hallway, Liv went back to her office and grabbed a few things before going up to the Residence. She gave herself several hours to work alone in the living room and get her mind ready to discuss with Fitz. Surely, moving into the White House wouldn't be a terrible idea. They'd both been sleeping great since she was there, they hadn't had a fight, work was getting done, things were great.

Fitz finished his meetings earlier than he planned and was able to end the day before five. Checking Liv's office, he didn't see any of her things and went upstairs. Going into the living room he found Liv sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn beside her and papers on her lap. Watching her in her element always amazed him. She was zoned into whatever she was doing and wouldn't let up until she was finished. After a few minutes he saw her put the pen down on the table and lean her head back, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in without disrupting her process.

"What has your attention?" he asked as he sat beside her.

"Your numbers."

"They're great, aren't they. All thanks to you." He took a handful of popcorn and saw her eyes. "What?"

"They're really good. Best they've ever been since the shooting."

"I'm hearing a silent 'but' in there."

"It's because they think we're sleeping together."

"Aren't we?"

She saw the smirk on his face and threw popcorn at him. "You know what I mean."

"We share a bed. I'd say we're sleeping together." Liv threw another piece of popcorn at him and he caught it in his mouth. "So we aren't 'sleeping together' but we're sleeping together."

"How are you the President when you are this childish?"

"I had a very successful fixer on my side."

"Who is starting to rethink what she's done." Liv sat up and crossed her legs on the couch facing him. "What are we?"

"Humans, i think."

"Fitz, come on, be serious for a minute. What are we? How do we define us to the outside?"

"We're Fitz and Liv."

"That's to us. To the outside world, we're the President and his mistress. And no matter what, thanks to you, I don't see that label falling off."

"Me? What did I do?"

"You had Tom tell that reporter that we were sleeping together. You made me the headline. So now whenever anyone sees us together it's the President and his mistress. It doesn't matter if you've been divorced for a day or over a year. Because that's what pops back into anyone's mind when they see us together, the old photos and the headlines."

"Livie, you know I did that for you. Hate me all you want but I did what was best for you, and I won't apologize for it. I'm not going to let anyone use you against me or try to hurt you because we're together. And if anyone were to look further, they'd see pictures of us spending time together, my visit to the hospital, our dates. They wouldn't just see you as my mistress. They would see how much I love you."

"But that doesn't answer the question. Are we dating? Are we together? Are we engaged? Are we friends? What are we?"

"I think we are way passed friends, Liv. I think I'm too old to be your boyfriend, and we've been dating. I think for now though we are between dating and engaged. Which I am ready to be engaged, what about you? Are you ready to be engaged to the President?"

"Are you ready to be married to me?"

"I have been since I first met you." He ate a bit more popcorn and leaned over to kiss her. "Well, maybe a month after I first met you."

Laughing, she pushed him away and stood up going to their bedroom. When she didn't come back out immediately, he followed after her. Seeing her going through his dresser drawers and through the closet he smiled at her. "You won't find it."

"You don't know what I'm looking for." Liv tossed several of his favorite shirts to the floor trying to find her goal.

"I'm serious, you aren't going to find it there. It's not even in here."

"Fitzgerald, you don't have a clue what I'm looking for. I will find it, you never hide things that are that difficult for me to find."

"It's not in there, because it's right here." Liv stopped and turned back towards him, seeing him down on one knee with a ring box in his hand. "I told you it wasn't in there. When Cyrus told me that you talked with him this afternoon I came up here to get it. I figured you'd try to find it while I wasn't here and I wanted to make sure I did this correctly this time." She stood at the entrance of the closet just in front of him and smiled. "Livie, I know it's been difficult for both of us since the beginning and I want to fix that. You've stood by my side the whole time even after I'd fucked up so bad on multiple occasions but you still come back to me. I don't know how, but you still love me even when I've done the stupidest things, some even unforgivable but you come back; you come back to us. I want to show you that I'm in this for the long haul; I'm in this forever. I love you with everything I have in me, I want to be with you. Will you marry me?"

Olivia stood frozen while he talked, when he finally finished she bent down and kissed him hard. Putting her entire answer into their kiss, he knew her answer already. When they broke apart, she held out her hand and let him put the ring on her finger.

"Yes, I'll marry you."