"What took you so long to come downstairs?"

"You know the answer to that." Fitz said with a smirk.

"Where is Olivia?"

"Sleeping."

"What? It's our first day in Vermont and she can't come downstairs to say hello."

The president hugged Veronica and kissed her cheek. "She's tired. We can see her tomorrow."

"She's coming downstairs now."

"Veronica." The President tried to keep her from going upstairs.

"If she can call me crying about onion rings before dawn, she can come downstairs and greet us right now."

Fitz laughed. He wasn't getting in the middle of two pregnant women. The President wasn't following Veronica upstairs. He was being respectful to Fitz.

"I'm sorry about her being so demanding." The President said.

"You don't need to apologize for Veronica. My house is yours for as long as you're in Vermont."

"I really appreciate your kindness. Our home in California needs a lot of repairs. I'm thinking about building a second home here."

Veronica climbed the steps and yelled at the top of the stairs. "Get down here now Olivia!"

It was almost dark and Olivia was falling asleep when she heard the high pitch yelling. She groaned and covered her face with a pillow. She had to get up. Olivia threw her legs over the side of the bed and slipped back into her gown. She stepped in the hall and walked to the landing.

"I'm not dressed, and I need to shower."

"You've got 20 minutes to get down here!"

The president waited for Veronica to come downstairs and gently pulled her arm whispering in her ear. "You can't be so bossy in their house."

She pulled her arm out of his hand. "How about you make yourself useful. Find out what is taking Fitz so long with our food. I'm starving, and it's your fault I'm pregnant."

The President was getting used to her mood swings. He missed the goofy woman that stole his heart. He was getting a vasectomy after this pregnancy.

Fitz poured a scotch for himself and the President and offered Veronica sparkling cider. Olivia came downstairs 20 minutes later in her lounge clothes.

"Hello." She greeted Fitz and Veronica with a smile.

"How do you like the real Vermont?" The President asked.

"It's perfect. I don't ever want to leave this house."

"You can always quit your job." Fitz said.

"And disappoint my fans" Olivia said.

"You are going back to work. My shrine was destroyed in the earthquake. I have to buy everything again."

Olivia laughed "You are still my biggest fan."

"Of course I'm still an Olitz fan. I don't like my soon to be husband in real life right now, but I will always be a scandal fan."

"I don't know what to say about that." The President said.

"I didn't ask for your comment."

"You have to stop being so damn moody Veronica. I'm the same person at work and at home."

"No, Fitzgerald Grant my fiance got me pregnant, not the President who's dating Olivia Pope."

"It's only a few more months. Olivia is handling pregnancy better than you." The President said.

"Why are you comparing us?" Veronica asked.

"Okay, what are we having for dinner?" Fitz asked.

Olivia smiled, their house would be very lively with Veronica and the President. She would keep them entertained a few more hours, and then she was going upstairs. Fitz would follow her, and their friends would have to find something to do without them.

"How about burgers and onion rings." Olivia said.

"I want fries." Veronica said.

"It doesn't matter. I just want another scotch." The President said.

"There's an extra chair on my porch." Fitz said.

"Great."

Both men left their women in the kitchen. Fitz placed the order while they were walking outside.

"It will get better. I can promise you that. These woods have a way of calming mood swings." Fitz said to the President.

"I hope so. I'm really thinking about living here when Scandal is finished. I'm tired of California."

"What about Veronica's career?"

"She can start over here. She doesn't need the money."

"Olivia is staying on the East Coast after Scandal. She might do Broadway. I want her to quit working for a few years."

"I want the same for Veronica. They're not giving up their careers."

"You're probably right. Cheers to feminism." Fitz said, drinking the scotch in one gulp.