Chapter 2: Sleepless Nights

Maryland

"No. Please. Don't. Cyrus!" Olivia sat up in her bed. She looks around her oversize bedroom, than over the two babies in the crib. She walks over to them, check their breathing and gently rubs their backs. She took a deep breath and went into the bathroom to start her day. Olivia text and call Fitz a week ago informing him of Cyrus' death and his wish for them to plan his funeral together, but she has not heard from him. She assume that he change his number and would ask Marcus to call him about Cyrus today.

California

Fitz stood on the shore barefoot, his pants leg rolled up watching the sun rise. He had to leave tonight for Washington, D.C. and haven't to told Cynthia his fiancé. They had just came back from Vermont a few days ago after spending a week there with the Walkers, Marcus and Mellie. Marcus and Mellie had heard news of Cyrus' death while they were there and left immediately. Marcus told him why they were leaving, but he didn't mention the details of Cyrus' death. Until Olivia's text He want him and Olivia to plan his funeral together. Hmmmm, Even in his death, Cyrus finds a way to stir up trouble where trouble isn't needed. He hasn't contacted Oliva yet and let her know that he was coming. The truth is he wasn't sure he was going. It has only been a year since he left Olivia and hw was already engaged to be married. Granted he just proposed to her in Vermont, last week and there wasn't a date set yet. And honestly, he still hated Olivia until the email. Yes, Fitzgerald Jefferson Grant, III, got the email he has been waiting for. "You are 100% the father of Elijah Fitzgerald Pope-Grant and Victoria Maya Pope-Grant. Mother Olivia Carolyn Pope, if you have any questions called…" He did he called that number and they confront it. He continue to read the letter. Birthdate May 6, 2019. He wanted to confront Liv about it. But how, how would he tell Cindy, that Liv kept his babies after all. That she didn't get an abortion. And even through him and Cynthia agreed on not having any more children, they did not want their children to be involved in a messy divorce, like their children of their previous marriage were, if for some reason it didn't work out. So how was he going to tell her? What the hell is he going to say? Especially when he wanted so much to be part of their lives, even if it meant being civil with their mother. "Fitz." Fitz look to see Cynthia.

"Hi, Baby." He said putting his arms around her waist and kissing her.

"What's wrong?" She asked. Fitz knew he had to tell her. The only time he come out there the first thing in the morning is if something was on his mind and he didn't sleep well all night. So he decided to tell her the truth.

"Cyrus died."

"Cyrus Beene. You're frienemy?"

"Well, I wouldn't call him that. But yes. I have to go to Washington, D.C. tonight to plan his funeral."

Oh." She pause. "OOOOH. By all means go."

"With Olivia."

"Pope?"

"Yes,"

"Your ex."
"There is only one Olivia Pope."

"Actually there are several. I meant a couple of them."
"Ok, only one Olivia Pope, my …" He took a deep breathe. "The one that Cyrus and I know. Yes."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Cynthia, she aborted my baby again, without consideration for me. How do you think I feel?"

"Do you want me to go with you?"

He pull her close. "I want to love you too. But you just got off of vacation. You have patients and it could take a few weeks."

"You say that as if you don't have obligations here."

"I do have an amazing VP for the California's institute. She should be able to hold down the fort with no issues."

He said putting his arms around Cynthia and pulling her close to him.

"Is he as good as Marcus?"
"No one is as good as Marcus and there no one I trust as much as him, but Grace would do."

"It's just that, Olivia really hurt you and…"

"I want you to come, Cindy. More than anything, but I didn't buy another ticket."
"It's fine. I'll take care of some things here and should be there in a couple of days." She kisses Fitz and go inside.

He took a deep breath and called Olivia. "Hello."

"Hi, Liv."

"Hi, Fitz. Look you don't have to come down I can arrange things for Cyrus myself."

"He request both of us to do it."

"Yeah, but he probably thought we would be together." Olivia said fighting her tears.

Fitz heard the sadness in her voice and had a feeling it was because he broke her heart, but he wasn't sure if he can forgive her, so he ignored her feelings and said, "My flight is at 4 pm today. I should be there around 11 am tomorrow. We can met for lunch, to discuss Cyrus' funeral."

"Ok. Anywhere particularly?
"Gettyburger is fine at noon." He said trying to think of the least romantic place possible at noon.

"Ok, but you will be just getting in good, are you sure you don't want to rest up and do dinner?"
"Ms. Pope , I want to get seeing you over with, so lunch is good." He said coldly.

Olivia bite her lip. "It's Mrs. Ballard now."

"Bye, Mrs. Ballard."
"Bye, Mr. Grant." They hang up.

He threw his phone in the sand. "Damn it, Olivia! You can fucking married Jake but couldn't married me! You bitch!" He screamed to the air.

Olivia look at a picture of the twins and at Fitz that were on her desk, she begins to remember what happen the night Fitz left her. He found it. The test. He was so excited.

1 year ago

"We're going to have a baby." Fitz said when Olivia came home.

"What?"

"This pregnancy test, it's positive, we're going to have a baby!" He said, picking her up and turning her around.

"I'm having an abortion."

Fitz put her down. "What?"

"I don't want any children, Fitz."

"Why not?"
"I have hopes and dreams. I want to be president one day."

"You can be president and have kids."

"You couldn't."

"Excuse me."

"You send them away, Fitz. And I will not send our child off to boarding school like my dad done me."
"I didn't send them to boarding school, Mellie did."

"You didn't stop her."

"Liv, then have the baby and give me custody."
"We can't be together if you raise our child."
"Fine, I just be a single dad."
"You said that as if you had a good role model for a dad. He sold you into slavery, remember!"

"To settle a debt."

"And that suppose to make it better! And my mom was so into her boyfriend that she wasn't paying any mind to me and I got kidnapped! You were abused and torture. How in the hell are you going to make a good parent?"

"I never done anything remotely what was done to me to any of my children and I had more than enough opportunities."

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"No. Have you?"

Tears filled her eyes. "I can't have this baby, Fitz. And you can't raise it."

"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to be a mother. Ever!"
"Then there is no point of us being together." He went upstairs.

I follow him. He took a duffle bag out and begin stuffing it. "Are you leaving me because I don't want to have a baby?"
"No I am leaving you so I can be with my girlfriend."

"What?"

"Cindy wants a lasting relationship. Cindy wants to get married. Cindy wants children."
"And you had all of that, Fitz and look how that turn out."

"Fuck you, Liv!" He said still packing. Fitz is having the same memory as Olivia, but he thought about what he was thinking when he told Olivia, Fuck you… He thought about when he found out Mellie was raped by his father, it was years after, but it scarred her so badly that she did not want him to touch her for years and destroy their marriage. He looked at Olivia. "Do you hate me for what I've done to you? Is that why you don't want a lasting relationship with me? Is that why you don't want our child?"
"Yes. All the above."

"Then you're right, it is best you get abortion and its best if I leave and we break up forever. Maybe than you can have a healthy relationship and finally be happy." And with that, Fitz threw his duffle bag over his shoulders and went downstairs. Olivia stayed up the stairs. "I'll be best for the rest of my stuff when you're not home. I'll leave the key than!" He called upstairs. Olivia didn't say anything or move. She just stood still until she heard the door slammed. Then she busted into tears and fell to her knees. Fitz closed the door behind him and stood there starring at the door. He too begin to cry, wiping his face and left.

Writer's Note: Sorry it took so long for this. I tried not to take so long for the next one.