Olivia tightened the lid on the jar and put it in her Prada bag. She didn't know if showing up to the Oval with Fitz favorite jam would make him happy or angry. He seemed really upset about the election. It was still his birthday, so maybe he would talk to her. He should be appreciative that she bought a Dutch oven to cook him jam. She thought about telling Fitz the truth about everything. He wouldn't believe any of it, and she didn't have any proof. She was waiting for Lauren's approval when Huck called. Olivia ignored his call. Her team always called after business hours. They didn't have any family or friends. Gladiators in suits. Harrison said that phrase several times throughout the day, and Olivia wondered how they could be happy simply being her subordinates.
"He'll see you now."
Olivia held her breath walking into the Oval. This man was not her husband, and he was somewhat frightening. He seemed to have so much anger. Fitz was sitting at his desk with a glass of scotch.
"Olivia."
"Hi."
"I didn't make myself clear yesterday?"
"I made jam for your birthday."
Fitz lips curved upward into a smile. The smile turned into a laugh. Olivia was taken aback and hurt. Nothing was funny.
"Why are you laughing, Fitz?"
"You bought jam for my birthday?"
"I cooked it in my Dutch oven."
"Come here."
Fitz was still laughing, walking to the window. Olivia took her place next to him being mindful of the cameras. Fitz cupped her cheeks with his palms and pulled her towards him. There was that combination of mint and alcohol that Olivia loathed and was starting to miss. His lips parted hers and Olivia deepened the kiss. Now was not the time to complain about tasting scotch when they kissed. Fitz abruptly broke the kiss.
"Thanks for the jam."
"That's it?"
"Some jam from the bakery across the street will not excuse your betrayal. We are done Olivia."
Olivia's lip trembled and Fitz watched her cry.
"Go home Olivia."