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Olivia and Fitz's arrival at Dulles Airport had been purposefully leaked ahead of time to the press. The eager group swarmed the tarmac and got busy setting up sound equipment and looking for perfect spots to situate their cameras to cover the return of Olitz. They had been told that the happy couple had gone on a mini vacation, but hadn't been privy to the details. The not knowing had practically driven them crazy. Their goal was to get as many tidbits of information as possible about the President and Mr. Grant's time away together, including where they had gone and what they had done. They didn't know it yet, but they were going to get more than they hoped for.
The President stepped out of the plane and waved excitedly to the small crowd from her spot at the top of the steps with a huge smile on her face. Her left thumb rubbed against the underside of her ring finger. It felt odd only feeling one band there. She had just gotten used to the feel of rings on that finger again. Before they had exited the plane, Fitz had tucked her wedding band safely in his pocket along with his own. They were being careful not to have slip ups about already being married. Especially to the press.
Numerous shutters clicked as the press captured every nanosecond of their fearless leader greeting them. A moment later, Mr. Grant exited the plane and stood beside her, waving in like manner with a big smile on his face.
They were the most photogenic couple the nation had ever seen and the people taking the pictures knew the public couldn't get enough of them. They were photographed from every angle as the journalists erupted in a cacophony of loud voices shouting numerous questions at them. They smiled at each other before Olivia and Fitz made their way down the steps side by side. There was a sleek black car parked several yards away from the bottom of the stairs, but Olivia veered to the left to purposefully go talk to the press for a few minutes. The shouting got even louder.
"Madam President! Where did you and Mr. Grant go on your trip?"
"Was the trip for business or pleasure?"
"Welcome back, Madam President."
Olivia stepped closer to them, as cameras continued to click. "Hello everyone. First of all, thank you for the lovely welcome home. I would say that I missed you, but this is not the group of people that politicians should ever lie to."
That earned her a chuckle from the news hungry group.
Once they quieted, she told them a little more. "Mr. Grant and I took a little time to get away together. An impromptu vacation, if you will."
"Where did the two of you go?"
"We went to beautiful Bora Bora. If you haven't gone, I highly suggest it. The weather was absolutely gorgeous." She gestured to Fitz and continued. "We have never seen water that clear or that shade of blue before. The French Polynesian people were very gracious to us on our stay. I bought this gorgeous yellow and white dress in a beautiful boutique there."
Olivia smiled as numerous shutters clicked to document the dress in question.
"And don't even get me started on the food. Oh my goodness it was all so delicious!" She added.
"Why Bora Bora?" Someone asked.
Olivia smiled at her husband. "You'll have to ask Mr. Grant that question because he was the one to arrange the entire trip."
Fitz winked at her before stepping closer to the microphones. "I wanted to take the President somewhere tropical for a change of scenery. Somewhere we could do mundane things all of you probably have done at one time or another, like swim and go on nature hikes, without...well, the press following us around everywhere. The scenery at Bora Bora is fairly unbeatable."
"How did you refrain from being recognized there?"
Olivia took this question and went with the truth. "I used my Georgetown University ball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses."
"And that actually worked?" Someone asked in disbelief.
The tiny President smiled at the doubting Thomas in the crowd before leaning closer to the microphones. "It certainly did. In fact, on my very first date with Mr. Grant I wore the same thing and wasn't recognized by anyone at all."
"I don't recall that being your outfit of choice when we caught the two of you going into a restaurant in Ohio?" The reporter asked. The confusion was written all over his face.
"That's because that dinner in Ohio wasn't our first date, Hal."
The loud voices were back in full force. Fitz and Olivia grinned at each other before she cleared the matter up for them. "You all are a little behind on the news front. I hate to break it to all of you, but our official first date was at the State Fair back in the spring, and I wore my dark sunglasses and GU ball cap. I even wore a pair of jeans if you can imagine."
All of their noisy voices turned to murmurs. The President had just let them all know how long she and Mr. Grant had been dating. Olivia could care less what they thought of her timeline now. She was married to Fitz and she didn't give a damn what they thought about her dating life.
"Oh! There is one more thing I wanted to share with you all about our time in Bora Bora before we make our way to the White House. Back to the grind and all that." She glanced at the handsome man standing beside her and asked, "do you want to do the honors?"
He thought it over for a quick moment before nodding slightly and taking a step forward. "While we were away, I proposed to the President."
"What did he just say?"
"Holy shit!"
"A Presidential wedding!"
"And she said yes." Fitz added proudly. The happy couple almost went blind from the nonstop camera flashes that sparkled in their faces, and almost deaf from the loudly shouted questions.
"Olitz is getting married?"
"Did you get down on one knee?"
"How many carats is the ring?"
"Where did you propose?"
"How long have you had the ring, Mr. Grant?"
"Where will the wedding be held?"
"Show us your ring, Madam President!"
Olivia was having a hard time keeping up with the rapid fire questions being shouted at her, but she happily complied with the last request and displayed her left hand for all to see. She was momentarily thankful that she and Fitz had gotten married the evening before they had left Bora Bora. Being married in Bora Bora and being in the sun any longer would have resulted in a tan line where her wedding band had been. That would have been impossible to explain. As they took countless photos of her ring, she gave Fitz's hand a little squeeze. "Isn't it beautiful? Fitz got the stone from my home state of Ohio. I think I'm marrying a hopeless romantic here."
Fitz glanced at his wife and smiled. Being careful not to say bride to be and lie to the American people, he said, "nothing but the best for the woman I love."
Someone murmured something about how Will Swann had been the complete opposite. Light sounds of agreement rustled through the group before one of the reporters veered the conversation back on course. "Have the two of you set a date yet?"
"It will be a relatively short engagement. Fitz and I plan to get married three months from now at the White House. It doesn't give us a lot of time to plan, but a December wedding will be so beautiful. Besides, we don't want to wait to be married." Olivia explained. "I'm very sorry for making this a short conversation, ladies and gentlemen, but the vacation is over and I have to head back to the White House to get caught up on things. It's time to get back to running the country. Have a wonderful evening."
They were still shouting questions as Olivia and Fitz slid onto the back seat of the town car. "That went relatively well."
"Relatively well?" Olivia scoffed.
"Better than I expected actually." He corrected.
"What exactly did you think was going to happen?"
"I don't know. But they like and admire you. They look up to you as their President. I don't want their opinion of you to be different because I'm changing the dynamic."
"You're not changing anything. You are my husband and I love you. Our family is the most important thing in my life." She put a hand on her non existent belly, leaned against his side, and added, "you did great, by the way."
"I'm a fixer, Liv. I've talked to the press quite a bit in my line of work." He reminded her before kissing her temple. "But I know what you mean, and I love you too."
Once they arrived at the White House, they were met by her Chief of Staff. The older man silently eyed them both with a scowl for a full twenty seconds before breaking into a huge grin and congratulating them both. "Welcome back you two."
"You had me going there, Cy." Fitz said, breathing a little easier. He shook hands with his wife's Chief of Staff.
"I'm happy for you, Madam President" he admitted. It was a strange feeling to not want to nitpick everything to death. He was beginning to enjoy it though.
"Good, because besides Secret Service we want you to be the only other person who knows that we are, in fact, already married." Olivia told him.
The scowl came back as he turned his head to the side. His white eyebrows sank low on his face, causing his eyes to look like two angry blue marbles. The scowl quickly turned venomous and the peaceful feeling was long gone. "I beg your pardon?!"
"We got married in Bora Bora." Fitz told him with a grin.
"Are the two of you out of your minds?" He demanded loudly.
"There he is." Olivia chirped with a grin as big as her husbands.
"Relax, Cy. It's too late to freak out now. It's done. We are married. Oh!" He paused his explanation and dug into his pocket for Olivia's wedding band they were hiding from the press. "Here you go, Mrs. Grant."
"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Olivia turned her face upward and waited for her husband to kiss her. It felt good to be able to kiss him openly. To not have to hide it.
"Ohhh- kay! You're married. I get it. Stop with all the unnecessary displays of affection." The older man grumbled.
Olivia waited for the angry tirade she knew was coming.
Instead, Cyrus took a minute to think about the situation. Taking a deep breath, then letting it out, he nodded a few times before flicking his gaze back to the newlyweds. "Thisss is a good thing."
"Whoa!" Olivia glanced up at Fitz, whose mouth was hanging open. "Did he just say what I think he said?"
"If I hadn't been here, I wouldn't have believed it." Fitz leaned closer to Liv and loudly whispered, "see if he's got a fever."
Cyrus ignored their sarcasm and explained himself. "The country adores the two of you. Can't get enough of this asinine...Olitz business. When they find out the two of you are married..."
"No." Fitz stated firmly.
"...they will go nuts. It'll bring in tons of political capital too. You really should have done this a long time ago."
"Cyrus!" Fitz was putting his foot down, knowing Olivia's Chief of Staff was plotting how to take them out of their happy little newlywed bubble before they were ready. "We are not telling the public that we are already married."
"Why not?" The older man asked as he absently slapped at the air in front of him.
"Because we don't want them to know yet. We want to enjoy it before it's discussed on every television and used as click bait on every website. It's strictly ours for as long as we can keep it that way."
Cyrus pounced on the word yet. "You do plan to tell them at some point?"
"After our big wedding for the nation." Fitz explained. "Then we'll share the information with the world. It'll be a fun surprise. I'm already staying here most of the time anyways. Nothing much will change."
"The two of you are a couple of buzzkills." He replied with a defeated tone. "Fine. If it means that much to you. Is there anything else I should know about? Did you come back with matching tattoos on your ass?"
"Nothing like that." Olivia told him with a chuckle. She refrained from touching her belly lovingly, but she wanted to. "While my handsome husband goes to see his co-workers, why don't you catch me up on everything that happened here while I was away."
"I won't be gone too long, Liv." He assured her.
"Are you going to do the thing?"
He leaned forward and pecked her lips. "Yes ma'am."
"Don't call me that. It's weird. But tell me what Huck says."
He shook his head back and forth before gazing down at his new watch. "We lasted a whole fifty one minutes home before his name came up."
Olivia chuckled at him. "Go. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye, Cyrus."
Fitz returned to Grant and Associates with the thing Liv had referred to. He stepped off the elevator with a pep in his step and a smile on his face. Stopping at Huck's door, he poked his head in and said, "conference room. Two minutes."
"Oh hell. You're back already?" The tough guy put on a fake sulking expression. Huck knew the moment Fitz and Liv had touched down on American soil, but screwing with his boss was a lot more fun than having the upper hand.
"I missed you too, honey." he replied with a grin.
"Did you have fun?"
"Ohhh yea!" Fitz said with a nod and knowing grin.
"Gross." Huck replied flatly.
Fitz chuckled at the tough guy.
"Did you bring me back something nice?"
He waved the papers in his hands and nodded again. "As if I could forget to bring back souvenirs."
"That looks like work. Work isn't a souvenir you asshole." Huck said with a grimace. Leave it to him to show up fresh from vacation with work. Fucking jerk.
"Be in the conference room in two minutes to find out exactly what it is that I have." Fitz cheerily called out before heading to Harrison's office. Not even Huck's smart ass could bring him down today. He made the same announcements to Harrison and Abby before heading to the conference room himself.
Since he got there first, he slid the thing his wife had referred to across the large wooden table in front of the three chairs opposite him. He set a pen beside each as well. All there was left to do was sit back and wait for the associates to wrap up whatever they were doing and join him.
"Welcome back, boss." Abby told him as she entered the conference room.
"Thanks, Abby. It's...well, it's not good to be back. Does anyone say it's good to be back when returning from somewhere as beautiful as Bora Bora?"
"I'm sure I wouldn't know." She wanted to hate him for rubbing it in, but Abby realized she would have done the same thing if she had just come back from there.
"Heyyyyyy!" Harrison chirped. "It's good to have you back, man."
"Thanks, Harrison. It was a great trip. Very needed."
"Where's your tan?"
"I got some sun, but I didn't overdo it. We wore a lot of sunscreen to protect against too much sun exposure. How did Huck do while I was gone?"
"Did you want some coffee?" Abby asked, getting to her feet.
"I'll help." Harrison offered, getting to his feet too.
"No thank you. Sit down and tell me what he did. Now."
They exchanged a nervous glance before reluctantly taking their seats again.
"Spill it!"
They both broke into grins. "We're just kidding. It was completely fine."
"Yea, Huck was great."
"We barely remembered that you work here." Huck said standing in the doorway. The truth was, he had learned a lot of leadership from watching Fitz and he used most of it when he was left in charge. He'd never tell Fitz that of course.
"Would the three of you like me to hold your paychecks for a few weeks? Maybe then you'd remember that I work here." Fitz offered with a grin.
"Nah, we're good."
"Thanks though."
"What's with the contracts?" Harrison asked from his seat.
"They are non disclosures. Ironclad ones."
"Cool. For what?" Abby asked.
"Before I tell you what they are for, I need each of you to sign the one in front of you."
"What? Why?"
"Who would we tell whatever it is you don't want us to tell?"
Fitz folded his arms behind his neck, sat back in his chair, and gave a smile but said nothing.
"For fucks sake. You are so dramatic." Huck grumbled. He leaned over the chair and signed his name. Looking at the other two he simply said, "sign it. Then he'll tell us what it's all about."
Harrison and Abby signed their names on the black lines provided and the redhead passed all three across the table to their smug looking boss. "Tell us!"
"What I'm about to tell you can never leave this room."
"We get that." Harrison said with an eyeroll.
"Shut the hell up, Harrison. This isn't a joke. This is serious. If this is ever leaked to anyone anywhere at any time, you will be sued and your life will be worthless until the day you die."
"In other words, it's a big deal." Huck told them.
"Exactly."
"So, tell us exactly what it is that we are never supposed to talk about."
"While Liv and I were in Bora Bora, we got married." His three co workers stared at him in silence for a long minute, but once their brains caught up and processed the information he had just shared with them, they all started talking at the same time. And loudly. With lots of animated hand gestures. He just grinned at them all and waited for them to settle down.
"Shut the hell up! Both of you!" Huck demanded. Pointing a finger at Fitz he said, "you turned that amazing woman into a Grant? Are you kidding me?"
Huck had been waiting to hear that Fitz and the President had gotten married. They were perfect for each other in every way and when they eventually got around to having babies, they would be perfect too. But...he had expected to be invited to the damned wedding at the very least. The President liked Huck, and he worked with Fitz. It was expected for him to garner an invite.
He wondered what the rush was all about? Huck knew the two of them were deeply in love. Being in a romantic place, and having waited to be together publicly had been a bitch for both of them. Still, he wondered. Was the President already pregnant? Finding that out if that was the situation would give him nine months to fuck with Fitz about a shotgun wedding. He grinned and sat down in a chair at the table.
"I don't know what the hell you are grinning about but never do it again in my presence. It's really fucking creepy!" Fitz said with a grimace.
"Shut up." Huck shot back, as his grin fell a bit. "Did you guys really get married?"
"Yea, I beat you to that punch. Sorry I married your sweetie, Huck but she's my woman now. Legally mine."
Huck's grin disappeared completely. "You're an asshole."
"Shut up, Huck!" Abby declared.
Huck stared at her in complete shock. Abby had never spoken out loud like that to any of them. Especially the scariest of all of them. It was more than a bit surprising to the ex-CIA operative.
Fitz grinned at his only female associate. "Look at Abby with a backbone."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't ruin this perfect moment, Abs." Fitz told her, still grinning proudly.
"I just...need details. Females love to hear stories about two things – weddings and babies. What you both wore and where it was and...everything."
Fitz smiled at the redhead. "What would you like to know?"
Once he had explained everything to his three associates, Abby had a soft smile on her face that Fitz doubted would ever leave her. Huck and Harrison shrugged and took turns saying, "congratulations."
"Right now, we aren't telling the American public about our secret wedding. But we are getting married publicly in December, and that's when we'll break the news to them that we are already married. Until then, the three of you don't say shit to anyone."
"Like we would break the hearts of Americans everywhere." Huck said. "We have no reason to tell anyone anything."
"Well, now, Huck. Don't be so quick to let this moment pass you by without taking full advantage of everything it has to offer us." Harrison said, as the wheels in his head started moving. The grin on his face grew exponentially.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Huck asked with mild irritation.
"What is there for us to take advantage of?"
"My man." Harrison clapped his hands together once and turned to Huck. "What is the one rite of passage all men look forward to the most when a friend, family member, or colleague has lost their damn mind and plans to tie the knot?"
"Bachelor party!" Huck excitedly answered with grin.
Huck's excitement freaked Fitz out more than a little bit. His creepy ass grin was back too. Holding his hands up towards the other two men, he thought up a way to diffuse this completely stupid thought before it had the chance to grow any bigger. "Gentlemen. I really don't think my wife would like the idea of the three of us going out on the town before our public wedding. It wouldn't look good if the soon to be First Gentleman was caught partying until all hours of the night. I'm not looking to get myself compared to William Swann. No!"
"The President just text me and said she loves that idea!" Huck informed his boss with a maniacal little laugh.
"She said what?" Fitz asked. Damn Huck for texting Liv about all of this. Of course she would take his side. It was too damn bad though. He was not going out with the guys he worked with to celebrate the end of his status as a bachelor. It would be weird.
"She said she hates that I couldn't be at the wedding, but she wants you to enjoy every part of the prewedding rituals. That's my President!" Huck chuckled. Oh, the thoughts that were taking over his brain right now. He was going to get Fitz all kinds of fucked up.
Dammit. It looked like a weird night out would be on his schedule soon. "You really didn't need to bother her about all this, Huck."
"Yea I did. Now that she knows, she'll make sure you follow through with us. She might be your wife, but she likes me."
"Shut the hell up, Huck." Fitz warned. "Why do you want to do a night out on the town with me anyways?"
"Payback for not letting me be at the first wedding."
"I'm sorry that you weren't in Bora Bora last week with us. To be clear, I'm really not sorry. It was the most peaceful I've been in a really long time."
"Hang onto that peaceful feeling for as long as you can because we are going to ruin it." He high fived Harrison. "We have three months to arrange the perfect bachelor party."
"Men are disgusting." Abby scoffed.
"My man!" Harrison said nodding.
"Why did I tell them anything?" Fitz muttered to himself.
The next morning, Olivia had her first appointment with the White House doctor for something other than a common cold or her yearly check up. Fitz had insisted on going with her to all of her appointments. He had gotten up earlier than usual and was practically vibrating with excitement watching the time pass until Olivia's appointment. It was cute to see him shift from boyfriend mode to husband and daddy mode.
"Madam President, how are you today?"
"Very good, doctor Lane. And you?"
"I'm keeping busy. What can I do for you today?" she asked with a smile.
Olivia smiled enthusiastically back. "I'm here to confirm my pregnancy."
"That's wonderful news, Madam President. Congratulations!" Doctor Lane gushed.
Olivia held her hand out to her secret husband. "We couldn't be happier with the news. Right, Fitz?"
"Absolutely. We are thrilled about becoming parents."
"That's great. Did you take a home pregnancy test?"
"I did. Almost two weeks ago."
Olivia was weighed and her blood pressure was taken. The good doctor informed the President that everything was normal, and then a urine sample was given. Shortly afterwards, doctor Lane confirmed the news that the President was in fact pregnant. Olivia and Fitz shared happy smiles, thrilled to have their news officially real. Of course, that meant it was officially worrisome too, based on how things had gone the last time she had conceived.
"There are some things that we need to discuss, Madam President."
"I'm glad you feel that way because I have my own list of things on my mind."
"First of all, let's figure out when your due date will be. What was the first day of your last period, ma'am?"
Olivia had been prepared for this question and after looking it up on her personal calendar, she memorized the information. "It was August second."
"Perfect. Counting forty weeks from that date bring us tooooo..." She tapped the information on her computer before giving the answer. "May ninth."
"That's less than two weeks from my birthday." Fitz interjected excitedly.
Olivia squeezed his hand excitedly. Two of her favorite people would share a birthday month.
"The next thing, which I'm sure is equally important to you is, this isn't your first pregnancy." Now Fitz squeezed Liv's hand in support.
"No, it isn't. And while I know losing that baby wasn't my fault, I want to do everything possible to make sure that doesn't happen again."
Doctor Lane spread her hands palms up between them. "There are no guarantees, Madam President. It's as you said though, ma'am and important to remember. It wasn't your fault. You had just been through an extremely stressful situation. The circumstances were much different then."
"That's true. Thank you for saying that. It does ease my mind a little more."
"With that being said, you may find yourself on bed rest toward the end of your pregnancy. You have an intensely stressful job. Keeping this baby happy and thriving until May might mean a lot of rest. I just want you to be warned and ready if it comes to that."
Olivia put her hand protectively on her belly. "Whatever it takes, doctor Lane. All I want is a healthy baby."
"Good. Then we are in complete agreement there. I'm going to need you to remind her of this happy consensus, Mr. Grant."
"I'm becoming increasingly good at getting the President to take care of herself. I don't mind being the bad guy when I need to be." Fitz informed her.
"Is there anything I need to change about my personal life now that I'm pregnant?" Olivia asked.
"I assume you are referring to sex." Olivia nodded.
"You don't have to change anything when it comes to that. As you go along in your pregnancy, you could discover that in the beginning you might feel less inclined for intimacy. Morning sickness and exhaustion can wreak havoc on an expecting mommy. Once you're over the first three months, you will probably feel more comfortable with the idea of intimacy. Usually, the morning sickness is gone by then and your appetite is back in full force. You are feeling more like yourself. The only downfall is some expecting mothers feel that physical intimacy will harm the unborn baby. That is absolutely not true. For some though, it's a mental worry that is difficult to overcome. I would encourage the two of you to talk openly about how you are both feeling during the entire pregnancy. It will only strengthen your bond as a couple and as parents."
"That is a lot of information I wouldn't have thought of myself."
"It comes with years of experience with expecting parents. What other questions do you have for me?"
"When can we find out the sex of the baby?"
"I like your excitement, Madam President. Unfortunately, that has to wait until around the halfway mark of your pregnancy. There is a blood test that can determine it a little earlier than halfway, but I prefer the picture proof of an ultrasound. Since you have already suffered a loss, we will keep a close eye on this little one to make sure everything is as it should be. Please don't worry, Madam President. I will take very good care of both of you."
"What if I experience bleeding? That was..." Olivia cleared her throat to continue, but couldn't.
Fitz held her hand and took over when Liv couldn't speak the words. "That was what happened the last time. We would like to know what to do should it happen again."
"I understand completely. During the first three months, bleeding is common and usually doesn't mean anything is wrong. But sometimes it can be a sign of something serious and for that reason, along with your history, if you experience any bleeding, you should get in touch with me immediately just to make sure you and your baby are fine." She handed Olivia a card. "This has my work number and personal cell number as well. Don't hesitate to call me day or night."
"Thank you. I feel so much better already."
"That's how I want you to feel, Madam President. A happy mommy is a happy baby."
Doctor Lane paused for a moment to choose her words carefully. "Madam President? I noticed that when you returned from your vacation, that you didn't tell the press about your pregnancy."
"We weren't ready to let anyone into our happy little bubble just yet. We still aren't."
"I understand that completely and I respect it. It's a personal choice, and since you are in the public eye with your job, I don't think anyone would hold against you the fact that you don't want to share your news with the world yet."
"Since everything discussed here is covered by patient doctor privilege, I will also tell you that Mr. Grant and I are already married. We got married while away together."
"Congratulations to both of you." Doctor Lane said smiling at them.
"Thank you. I wanted you to know, should the need arise, that Fitz can make the medical decisions for the baby and myself if I'm ever incapacitated."
"Liv." Fitz said quietly. "Don't."
"It's important, Fitz. I want someone else to know that." Olivia pressed.
"You will need to get legal documents drawn up that state those are your wishes, Madam President."
"It is being taken care of today." Olivia assured her. "We are having a public wedding here in December. Until then though, we are keeping our marital status under wraps too. We appreciate your discretion with this information."
"Of course, ma'am." She smiled at the newlyweds. "I'd like to add something personal, if I may?"
Olivia nodded.
"I can't imagine your job is an easy one. It wasn't easy for any of the men who came before you, but at least they had other men to look to as an example. I would like to say that as a woman, you represent us well, Madam President. I'm sure you are aware that all eyes are on you at all times. Please know that most of those eyes are women who are in absolute awe of you. We stand a little taller each day because of you and the job you do so flawlessly. Thank you for making that possible."
Olivia was taken aback by the doctor's statement, and humbled by it at the same time. She felt on the verge of tears, but kept it together. Smiling at the doctor she said, "thank you for saying that. It honestly means so much to me."
Fitz kept quiet, knowing this wasn't a moment for a man's voice to be heard. He too was in awe of his wife and how fearlessly well she represented the country. He was more proud to be her husband.
"You are quite welcome, Madam President. I will see you in a month to see how things are progressing. Take care of them, Mr. Grant."
"Yes, ma'am." Fitz said with pride. He took Olivia's hand and together they walked to the residence, discussing everything they had just heard, and tossing out baby names too.