A/N: Thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me. I truly enjoyed writing about this version of Olitz. This story has inspired me to write some one shots and has given me other ideas for new stories. I know some do not want this to end, neither do I, but in order to move forward, I need to complete this. I have left it open for a sequel and hope to one day work on that.

I am working on the next few chapters of "Love Beyond the Scars" and I am deleting "Out of the Shadows" to create a better version of that story.

I do hope you enjoy the ending here and never forget, it may take a while to get there, but Olitz will always be end game.

Happy reading.

Chapter 35—The Finale-Our Forever

Fletcher Guthrie and Olivia Grant both hit the floor at the same time. When Fletcher charged from the door, he did so with such determination and force, he was able to get to Olivia, despite being shot three times. His mission was clear in his mind and if he was going to die, he was going to die a legend.

Fletcher's weapon of choice was not a gun. A gun was for amateurs. No one was impressed with guns anymore. He lined himself up at the right time, and even though one bullet hit him in the side, one in is upper left arm, and the other point blank in the chest, he got one swing off and hit his target.

Fletcher was wielding a Spyderco Moran 4-inch blade knife. The sharpness of the knife was distinct and when he took a slash, it cut right across Olivia's upper chest just above her heart. Fletcher, as he was going down in his line of fires pushed in deep and brought the knife across her as he went down. The slash went from her shoulder and across to the middle of her sternum.

Olivia, however, got her wish. It would be her bullet that killed Fletcher, having been able to hit him point blank in the heart. With his arm outstretched to slice Olivia, he gave Liv open access to his chest, and she didn't hesitate. Now, they both lay there in a pool of undetermined blood.

Huck kicked the knife away from Guthrie's body as Santiago checked his body for any other weapons. The guy was dead, it was clear, but just in case. Huck turned to Liv and cradled her head in his arms. He had taken his shirt off and was applying pressure to the wound while the EMT's were scrambling to get back into the building.

In the briefing room, Lauren, being out of character for her, barged in swinging the door open to get everyone to turn heads towards her. Fitz's eyes showed the shock, for this was his quiet secretary doing something out of the ordinary. She ignored everyone in the room and walked around Cyrus who tried to stop her.

She leaned over and whispered something in Fitz's ear. He immediately jumped up and headed towards the door much to the astonishment of the others in the meeting. "Cyrus come with me. Lauren as soon as Burns arrives with Mellie contact me. Have them wait in the Oval for further instructions." His voice got louder in a frantic, "Where the hell is my son."

"Sir, he is with Abby Whelan in her office with six agents." Lauren said with a nervous swallow.

"Make sure she stays there, no leaving. Bring her anything she needs." Fitz instructed.

"Yes, sir, the First Lady has already taken care of that." Lauren said nervously as Fitz stopped and squinted at her.

"Olivia was in contact with the White House? Why wasn't I notified?"

Cyrus chimed in, very confused. "Sir, may I ask….

"She was stabbed Cyrus. Guthrie lured her to Morris's place, and she was stabbed that's all I know. Get the motorcade ready to head to James Madison. How the hell did this happen?"

Lauren continued. "She called asking for you and when I told her the circumstances of the meeting you were in, she just said to send more agents to Morris's building, which I did. I am…."

Fitz just put his hand up, "it's fine Lauren, go check on Abby and Garrison, send me a text and let me know. Don't forget what I said about Burns and Mellie."

Fitz and Cyrus got in the car heading full speed towards James Madison. Fitz was withdrawn looking out the window and rubbing his hand through his hair. What the hell was she thinking? Why ask? She's Olivia Pope, she didn't have to think. Damn it, Olivia why do you think you can save the world. Fitz pounded his fist on the seat, startling Cyrus.

Cyrus was on the line with James Madison, when Fitz's cell phone rang, identifying the caller as Huck. "Talk to me Huck, and this better be good."

"Olivia had been slashed in an ambush that took down Fletcher. She was currently two minutes from James Madison. She has a six-inch knife wound going across her chest somewhat deep. She woke up for a few seconds entering the ambulance asking for you and G. They sedated her though because of the pain. "

Fitz slammed the phone down and matched stories with Cyrus who just hung up with James Madison. There was a team waiting for Olivia upon entry to the hospital. "No press yet Cyrus, right now there's an investigation of a shooting going on, that's all, keep Olivia and Fletcher out of the press right now. I am briefing them on this one, no one else. "

"Yes sir." Cyrus dialed the press secretary to relay the message and to go over what she is to say at the podium. He clearly stated no mention of names and especially no mention of the First Lady being injured.

Within an hour, Olivia was resting in recovery. The laceration required 36 internal stitches that would dissolve on their own and another 36 to close the wound. One of the best plastic surgeons worked on the wound, it would leave little or no scar. She, luckily, did not lose enough blood to need a transfusion.

Fitz did not leave her side, holding her hand and Little G asleep in his other arm. As Olivia opened her eyes, she turned to Fitz, whose head was down. She mouthed in a whisper "Fitz."

He looked up, tears filling his eyes. "Livvie. You ok, you need anything."

"Just some water." Fitz signaled to Eriks who went to get the water.

"Livvie, what were you thinking?" He caressed her face and looked lovingly at her. As angry as he was, he couldn't take it out on her. It was just her instincts she was following.

Olivia blinked as tears fell from her eyes. She just didn't have the strength right now to go into this with Fitz. Her mouth was dry, and she really welcomed the water. Fitz held the cup and the straw in place as she sipped the cool liquid. It was very refreshing. She put her head back on the pillow and looked at Fitz.

Her big brown eyes melting his heart, Fitz reached out and caressed her cheek. "Livvie, I almost lost you."

She reached his hand on her face. "But you didn't. Can I hold Little G, please?" She attempted to sit up but the pain in her upper body pierced her and she winced. She looked down to see her arm in a sling. She hadn't even realized. "What happened?"

Fitz went through the whole scenario to her as it was told to him from Santiago and Huck. Guthrie was dead by her bullet. The other two bullets wouldn't have done significant damage. "You are still a sure shot no matter what."

Liv closed her eyes. For a moment she saw her father. "That's my girl, always on target." Then the sternness of her mother. "You are a wife and mother now baby, you have to stop this."

She felt Fitz put Little G up against Liv's chest and she was able to hold him with her one arm. He snuggled his nose into the crook of his mother's neck. Certain it was her; he rested his little head on her chest and fell back asleep. Liv was able to give him a kiss on his head filled with curls.

"Fitz, I am not sorry for doing what I did. It was for the good of the country to kill that man. This is who I am, what I was trained to do. I will do better though to stop putting myself in situations of danger, for the sake of G and for you. I love the two of you so much." She broke down into a sob as Fitz picked up Garrison.

There was a knock at the door and Huck and Abby asked if they could come in. Fitz walked towards the window with Garrison asleep in his arms and let Olivia have time with her friends. Huck would not stop apologizing and Olivia knew he was blaming himself.

"Huck, you did what we trained each other to do. There is nothing to feel guilty about. You were there and that's what matters. I would never hold you responsible for my actions." Huck nodded, but Olivia didn't seem like she convinced him.

"Olivia the Brave," Abby said shaking her head with a smirk. "David was in a frantic because I was in lockdown with six agents and a baby. He thinks I am ruined from ever wanting kids now. He's not getting off the hook that easily. I am glad you're ok Liv. Guess trying on Matron of Honor dresses will have to wait."

After a few more minutes of talking and going over what happened again, Abby assured Olivia she would take care of any communication regarding the incident. Before Huck turned to leave, Fitz called him over.

"You applied pressure to her wound immediately, stopping the loss of more blood. I know you would never put Liv in harm's way, and I am grateful you were there for her." He reached out his hand and Huck shook it. Thank you for looking out for her."

Olivia was sure those few words were the confidence Huck needed to be convinced he did what he could. Huck rubbed Little G's head and headed out, leaving Fitz to Olivia again.

Fitz stared smirking at her. "What", Liv asked cautiously. "I don't like that look, Mr. President."

"Well, I have Mellie sweating it out in a bunker again. From what I hear she has taken a few temper tantrums. You're going to be discharged soon. You think….."

"Your wife, the First Lady is lying in bed with dozens of stitches closing her chest and all you can think of is your ex-wife?"

"Correction all I can think of is my current wife arresting my ex-wife and handing her over to the feds, that is, of course, if the tough Olivia Pope Grant is up for the job."

"Oh, I am up for the job, Mister."

He sat on the bed, with G now squirming and waking up. He put him back on to Olivia's chest and leaned down to kiss his wife. As his lips met hers, he pulled her a bit closer, gently, but used his passion in the kiss. Olivia needed this kiss, and she didn't want it to end, but they did need air. He pulled back. "I love you Livvie Grant." For the next hour while waiting for the doctor and to be discharged they sat reflecting as a family and Fitz was still determined to take that trip, even if it would be cut short by a day.

Jake Ballard and Fletcher Guthrie were holding on to Fitz. They wouldn't let him go, but Fitz was putting up a fight. Olivia had a clear shot to Jake's head and to Guthrie's head, but Fitz wouldn't let her pull the trigger. He was too cautious and told Liv to look down.

On the floor, in his seat was Garrison. Liv knew she couldn't take the chance on shooting in fear of hitting her son, but she had to do something to save Fitz as she saw Fletcher pull out a knife and Jake pull out a gun. "Fitz, I have to save you." She heard herself scream and she took two quick shots and jolted out of her dream.

She felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder and remembered her stitches. Fitz had already gone, having to brief the press and Liv took a deep breath. Her dreams for the next few weeks would not be inviting. She noticed G's crib in the room and walked over to it. He was awake just rolling in his crib. He was such a good baby. When his eyes focused on Liv, he smiled, and Liv started talking to him, caressing his cheek as he listened contently.

It was 6 am and she had no idea what the plans were for the day. She called in Eriks who was outside the bedroom asking where Fitz had gone. He was meeting with the press and would be on a press conference in about an hour. Olivia called in the nurse for Garrison while she got herself dressed.

She picked an outfit out for Garrison and asked the nurse to get him ready, after his feeding. She didn't like being so dependent on someone else taking care of her child but having one arm to use didn't help the situation and Liv had to suck it up.

Finding Fitz, briefing the press with Abby by his side, Olivia approached them both. They talked about addressing the press. The truth would be told, the First Lady couldn't walk around with an arm sling and no explanation. As Abby went to alert the press to form in the press room, Fitz pulled Olivia aside.

"We'll be heading to the bunker after the conference. Burns will be there along with the director of the FBI. You sure you up to it?"

"Not only am I up to I, but I am also looking forward to it. Then, after that we head to the motorcade right."

Fitz looked at her smiling. "Yes, the motorcade and we are off. Now, you get extra spoiled," he said as he gently rubbed her shoulder.

Fitz stepped up to the podium. Cameras flashing, as Olivia stood next to him. His arm was around her and, without caring about the cameras, she rested her head on his shoulder as he spoke.

"Last night, Fletcher Guthrie was pursued and taken down in a gun ambush by Secret Service Agents. Fletcher had used one of my wife's closest family friends to lure her into danger. Even though, and thankfully, she was surrounded by Secret Service Agents, including herself, Olivia still fell victim to the serial monster killer of what was Fletcher Guthrie. While attempting to attack the First Lady, Fletcher was taken down in a spray of bullets, one which pierced his heart. His weapon of choice, his knife, was able to reach the First Lady.

Currently, she has a total of 72 stitches, but, as you can see, her training as a Metro PD officer and Secret Service agent prepared her for situations such as these. She is expecting to make a full recovery and we look forward to getting away for a few days with our son. We will be happy to take a few questions."

"Mrs. Grant, were you the target of Fletcher Guthrie? It has been reported you were the one who originally arrested him."

"I worked on a team with the Metro PD that collaboratively worked together to apprehend Mr. Guthrie, I am sure hearing my name as First Lady must have ignited a spark. To say I was his intended target would be premature."

"It is said you were armed at the scene. Did you shoot Mr. Guthrie?" Olivia nodded.

"I did. I was on high alert, not as First Lady, but as an agent. My concern was for my good friend, Morris, whom had already been attacked by Fletcher. Fletcher made his move as we were escorting Morris to the ambulance, and we were able to stop him. I am not aware of where my bullet hit him", she lied.

"Mrs. Grant, he was pierced directly in the heart, you are a skilled, awarded sharpshooter, don't you think that was your bullet?"

Olivia ignored the question and said, "one final question please."

"Do you plan on serving as First Lady or Secret Service Agent? America should know who stands at the side of the President, his agent or his wife?"

Fitz stepped up to speak and Liv stopped him. "I am the First Lady of the United States, wife of Fitzgerald Grant the Third. I am the mother to Garrison Fitzgerald Grant. I plan to continue my duties as First Lady, but I also plan on protecting my family as any wife and mother would do. To ask what my job is, it is to protect my family and serve my country. So, yes to both. I am the First Lady, but my training and my skills will always be instilled, and I will be an agent. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some getaway time with my husband and son. I expect the American people to have continued faith in their leader and reelect him for another four years. That will be our focus when we get back."

Abby stood to the side, smiling in awe at her best friend. She expected nothing less of her, and she made Abby's job a bit easier being so straightforward. Abby gave her a gentle hug, as she approached the podium to direct the press for further questions on the developments in the investigation to be brought to her.

Mellie's head turned around when the door opened. It was like déjà vu all over again as she saw Olivia and Burns walk into the bunker. She noticed the sling on Olivia's arm. "What happened to you? Fitz a bit too rough for you."

Olivia gave a slight, sarcastic laugh. "Quite the opposite, but you could never satisfy him like I can, now, could you?" She moved her slinged arm in the direction of Mellie. "No, this is a result of a knife wielding serial killer that came after the First Lady of the United States. Too bad, huh, since that could have been you. As a result, the guy is dead with a bullet through his heart, compliments of me." Olivia fully smiled now at Mellie, who was clearly not amused.

"What do you want Olivia? Where is Fitz, and how long is this charade going on?" She turned to Burns. "Mike, enough of this, just tell her what Fitz said, the deal we have, and I'll be gone."

Burns shook his head. "Not this time Mellie. I am afraid it's over. The days of Fitz helping you, feeling sympathy for you are gone. Agent Grant is here on official business, I am just overseeing the transfer."

Mellie turned to Liv and back to Burns. "The transfer of what?"

Olivia chimed in, "the transfer of you over to the feds." With that, and with one hand, she spun Mellie so Mellie's back was to her and she hooked her hands into cuffs. "This is getting somewhat of a habit, me putting you into cuffs, but this will be the last time, I assure you.", the cuffs clicked locked, and Mellie's tears started.

The FBI director walked in, and Olivia gave Mellie a slight shove. "She is all yours director, goodbye Mellie."

"MIKE, MIKE, Pleeeeease get Fitz for me, PLEEEASE." She pleaded with Burns.

Burns didn't say a word and walked out of the bunker with Olivia. Once they were outside Olivia took a deep breath.

"You did great, held your cool, nice work."

Olivia nodded a thanks. "Time for me to get away, Burns, I was never one to slow down, but if I don't, I will go down."

Fitz walked over and hugged her. "That was hot. She had no idea what was coming. She thought I would rescue her yet again." Fitz turned to Burns. "Thanks for everything, Mike."

"I got this from here. Go, be with your family. I'll be waiting for you on the campaign trail to get our man back in. Then, four more years of this fun starts all over again."

Olivia stepped in and gave Burns a one-armed hug. She looked at Fitz and Fitz nodded. "Thank you for always being there for us, for him, he truly loves you. After the election, after everything, clear your calendar, Godfather, because you are who we choose for Little G."

Burns saluted, "Yes Ma'am, it would be my honor."

It was clear 15 minutes into the car ride they were not going to Camp David. Olivia looked out the tinted windows of the limo. "Fitz, where are we going?" Garrison was kicking his feet in his car seat, amusing himself at the movements. Fitz looked out the same window as Liv and shrugged. "Maybe it's a presidential kidnapping", he said with such dry humor. Soon they were in front of Air Force One, and boarding, much to Olivia's confusion.

"It's not going to be a long trip. Don't get too comfortable. It's our destination where you can relax." Fitz shook hands with the pilot and soon they were in the air. The altitude was pinging pain in Olivia's arm, so she sat back to try to rest it out.

She felt something on her face, a light touch. At first, she swatted at the feeling then realized it was Fitz's hand. He was caressing her cheek slowly waking her out of the sleep she fell into. "Livvie, we just landed, wake up."

Liv woke up and looked around, but it was just an airport, with no visible signs of the destination. "What are you up to Mister?"

The drive in the motorcade didn't prove much as it was dark and the windows tinted, but then it didn't take long to realize. Olivia looked at Fitz. Her eyebrows folded down. "Are we in Vermont?"

"I had them speed up on the house," Fitz nodded with a smile. It's not completely finished. The downstairs is, with the nursery for G done. We have a bed to sleep on, and a few pieces of temporary living room furniture. Just the three of us, on our property in our house."

Olivia entered the home first carrying Garrison. She was amazed at what had been done in so little time. There were stone walls, and stain glassed windows and doors. The kitchen was already completed. The fireplace was completed, and tons of wood piled on either side. She walked up the hall and found G's room, fully stocked with a crib, diapers, clothes and a baby monitor. She put him in the crib, and he rolled around, feeling comfortable as home. Liv started his musical mobile, and soon he would be asleep.

She walked into the temporary bedroom, and Fitz was right, it was just a bed and a chair. It wasn't fancy, but for two more nights, it was theirs and that's what mattered. Fitz came in and wrapped his arms around her waist. He gave a kiss to her neck as she leaned to the kiss and put her hand behind his head. "You surprised Livvie?"

She turned and kissed him. She pulled him into a hug. "Just when I think I can't love you anymore, you prove me wrong." She sat him on the bed, straddling over him, and kissing him more passionately this time. Hearing the groan come from him, she wanted him, now. Injury be damned she was making love to her husband, in their home, all night if she had her wish.

"Livvie, your arm, this is not going to be easy." Fitz said, clearly out of breath, but filled with desire to be inside his wife.

Liv looked around the room. There was a chair in there. She pointed to the chair. They both stood up, lips never parting until Liv said, "take off your clothes."

Fitz looked at her. "Hey, isn't that my line?" She smiled as she began to undress. They walked, bodies connected, still kissing, towards the chair. Liv's one hand pulling at Fitz's curls. She wanted him so much, in that moment.

Fitz sat down, and placed his hand on her stomach, stopping her. "I just want to look at you, baby. I want every part of you." He began kissing her stomach as she stood in front of him. He continued up to her breast where he took one in his mouth as he caressed the other. His tongue doing circular motions on her nipple, causing her to moan. He continued his onslaught of kisses to her neck where he gave her a few love bites until he met her lips again.

Her body, not being able to stand much longer, bit his bottom lip, and he grabbed her ass and guided her above his erection. Looking in each other's eyes, she lowered herself on to him, and he fit perfectly inside. Guiding her with her ass, he slowly let her ride him up and down, and watched her every move.

He pulled her down to his lips, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth. He couldn't believe how wet she was, and he watched as her breasts moved to the movement he was feeling on his organ. He was so far deep in her and now Olivia was using his neck as an anchor, as she rode a bit faster.

"Livvie, please, come for me, I want to feel you. I want to hear you, in our home, come for me."

Liv moved up and a down a bit faster. She could feel the numbness begin in her toes as it raised up through her body. "Fitz, this is…."and a moan like no other escaped her body. Fitz had to hold her back up, as she shook, still grasping his neck and breathing in between moans.

She bent down and gently bit his earlobe. "Fitz, so good," as she hit her climax, throwing her head back. He put his lips around her neck and watching his wife become undone on top of him, he pushed harder into her, grunting as he hit his climax. "Livvie," as he buried his face in her neck.

Liv was so weak; her head fell limp onto his shoulder. Still inside her, he stood up, holding her carefully and lay her on the bed, as he gently pulled out, with a moan escaping Olivia. He was holding his head up with his elbow staring down at her.

"I love you, Mr. President." She turned her head into his chest, and fell asleep, genuinely spent from the events of the past few days. Fitz just stared at her for several minutes, making sure she was ok. She was naked, except for the sling, sound asleep on the bed. He covered her up with the blanket and went to check on G.

His son had tired himself to sleep in his crib, and Fitz did not want to disturb him by changing him. He made a few phone calls to make sure the plans were set for them tomorrow, and he joined his wife in bed. Gently raising her head and setting it down on his chest. Olivia never moved, and he was able to hold her right where he wanted, in his arms through the night.

Before falling asleep, he looked cautiously at her sling. He thought of his presidency and, if he won, what the next four years would bring. Could Olivia really put her skills to the side and focus on family? He thought of the losses these past few years, Lance, Jake, Andrew, Simms, all done is his name. Olivia killing the threats without remorse. Could she ever stop being an agent?

He thought of Fletcher charging at her. How quick were her reflexes to get him point blank in his heart. "His heart was shattered", that's what the medical examiner told Fitz when he made his report. "It was a remarkable hit." Was he taking away from Olivia what she worked so hard for in life? He was hoping this weekend would help her decision and she could get a taste of normal in their home.

This home would be their forever, whether it be in four months or in four years. They had just made love and their son resting comfortably. There wasn't anything else on Earth Fitz could ask for, even it was selfish to want Liv to hand up her enforcement shoes. He fell asleep, in a deep sleep for the first time in days, holding his wife and hearing the low sound of his son breathing in the monitor.

When Olivia woke up, she felt Fitz's breath on her cheek. Despite the sling, she was comfortable lying on his chest, as his arms gave her comfort. She looked towards the window, and she noticed it was still dark out. Not knowing the time, she heard a whimper coming from the baby monitor. She figured G was hungry. She was able to get up, not disturbing Fitz's sleep.

She located her cell phone to look at the time. 4 am, G wasn't too far off from his feeding, but being in an unfamiliar room set him out of routine. She walked to the kitchen. She couldn't believe this would be hers, theirs, it seemed so surreal. She made a bottle for G, rubbing her hands on the island and taking in the smell of everything new before returning to his nursery.

Realizing she wouldn't be able to lift him out of his crib and feed him with one arm, Olivia became frustrated. She didn't want to wake Fitz, knowing he needed his sleep. It wouldn't be long, though, for the hunger to G's stomach and his cries would begin. "Could I be of help, Ma'am?" Liv turned to see Santiago there. How thankful was she to see him.

He lifted G out of the crib and placed him on her good arm as her hand, despite the sling, was able to get the bottle to his mouth. As he guzzled down, Santiago turned to walk away. "Thank you", Liv said, catching him off guard, "not just for this right now, for being there for me yesterday and for us every day. You're a good agent Santiago, we are lucky to have you."

Santiago nodded, "ma'am, that is an honor and a compliment coming from you. You are exceptional, a legend in the field. Your work should be commended in many ways, and you have shaped the way trainees enter the agency."

Liv was confused as to what he was saying. "What are you talking about? I am just as new to this as…

"Ma'am, the talk of you jumping in front of the motorcade, the takedown of the Russian counterfeit ring, Jake Ballard, Andrew Nichols. You have done more in a year than most agents do in a lifetime. Plus, you have opened a world for girls, women, to enter this workforce. You have done more than you can imagine for the agency. So, I thank you Madam First Lady." He turned and left the room.

Olivia had so much to think about in that moment, not realizing the impact she had on the agency. She was consumed in thinking it was all about protecting Fitz, when, in reality, she was creating a legacy of her own. Isn't that what she started out to do? Wasn't it her mission to get the girls and women into this field of a man-controlled workforce? She had done this without even knowing, and perhaps that's what Fitz had been trying to tell her all along. She had to focus on the Academy and being First Lady. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to hang up her Secret Service shoes and begin planning a future with her husband and child.

The next day and night in Vermont were as magical as the first. Fitz had planned a trip to the Inn where they were married. The owner was so happy to see them, offering them a private lunch. Garrison left with a foam ax, and the wood Fitz had chopped for the owner still stood proudly in the lobby. He looked forward to the day they became residents of Vermont and said they always would have a special table at his place.

Heading back to DC was bittersweet. The two of them realized this would be the calm before the storm of campaigning and being away from each other for days, maybe weeks, on the campaign trail. Would it all be worth it in the end?

Before they departed Air Force One, Liv made a promise to Fitz, to back down on being consumed with the Secret Service. Her focus after the campaign would be raising their child, the Academy, and completing her First Lady responsibilities.

Over the next few months, Liv's wounds healed without any problems. Callie took care of the Academy while the Grant for the People campaign was in full swing. Without much surprise, the women's groups and veteran's groups pulled Fitzgerald Grant over the top with votes and he beat Governor Reston in a landslide.

Gearing up for the next four years in the White House, Olivia called in all her personal staff and went over the duties they would have come January. Garrison was growing quickly, and they were all eager to have him around, especially when he would begin to walk.

Two Years Later

Abby Rosen came barging into Liv's office crying tears of joy. Her and David had found out they were pregnant and would be expecting their first child in six months.

Liv had been sidetracked with a bullying scandal going on at the Academy and had to expel some girls, much to her disappointment. It was the first problem she had with the Academy which was set to graduate it's first class of women in late May. She had been so overwhelmed with speaking gigs, Garrison, and the Academy the past three months, she hadn't even thought of Abby and David as newlyweds. She was happy for her best friend.

There were problems overseas with Thailand, the American Embassy being a target of a coop. Fitz had been busy dealing with that and various domestic issues. The past three months for him had been a whirlwind, and he was missing time with his wife.

Garrison was a vibrant two-year-old now, almost three running around the White House, but making the staff happy to have a child around, amidst all the adult problems that building brought in each day.

After three months of non-stop work and barely seeing one another, Fitz "kidnapped" Liv and took her away. This time it really was to Camp David. It was in the cabin where they had first kissed, where he had proposed to her. Garrison was staying at "Nanny Loretta's" place with her two-year-old grandson.

There was a storm that night, at Camp David, bringing unending thunder and lightening . Power was lost. The officers asked Fitz if he would like to head back to the White House, but Liv insisted they stay. She wanted, needed this time with Fitz.

Liv and Fitz made love endlessly all night by the fire. It started after Fitz had the fire going for a bit, tried to get a signal on his phone and was overjoyed there would be no interruptions.

He crept up behind his wife, who was admiring the fire and gently kissed her neck. The heat of the fire only added to the heat of passion both their bodies felt for one another. Liv lifted her shirt off without hesitation and turned towards Fitz. Pulling him down into a kiss they both longed for, she couldn't fight the urge her body had for him any longer.

No words were spoken as they both undressed fully, not to get dressed again for another 24 hours. They made love through the storm, Fitz entering her with such desire, as if it were his first time and her accepting him each time reaching her climax and making her body weak. They slept during the day wrapped as one in each other's arms.

For a brief time they were awake, they talked about what the past months had brought and how busy they both had been. They had to promise each other to always make time for them. Cuddling next to Fitz, he asked about food, but Liv had no desire at all to eat. She just wanted to stay there with Fitz, nothing to interrupt them.

The night fell again, another storm, power never being restored, and they continued their love making, like newlyweds on their wedding night.

It was several weeks later when Liv realized she hadn't been taking her pill and she had missed her period. Not wanting to second guess a store-bought pregnancy test, she went straight to the doctor who confirmed her pregnancy.

Much to Fitz's delight, they were to be parents again, adding another Grant to the family and to the White House. Abby and Olivia would have children very close in age, both girls, and they were both looking forward to having their children being best friends in their lifetime.

Soraya Carolyn Grant was born without the excitement that her brother had come into the world. Her birth was quiet, and Fitz was over the moon to be a father to a little girl. When the time would come, they would leave the White House with a four-year-old boy and a two-year-old daughter. Their family complete and ready to move to Vermont.

Until that time came, they lived as a First Family serving the American People. Liv looked forward to the day she could take her children to the shooting range and Huck could begin teaching them Martial Arts. She wanted them to be as skilled in everything they did as she was. They had their choosing of life, and that would never be something she would let them take for granted.

One night, in her dreams, she saw her mother and father. They were walking hand in hand into a bright light and a feeling of peace fell through Olivia's body. She reached out for them, but they continued to walk to the light, never letting each other's hand's part. They waved to Olivia as they disappeared into the light.

Fitz was watching his wife as she slept and wept in her sleep. She opened her eyes. "Hi" he said gently. "You ok, Liv?" he asked, "you're crying."

She pulled him into a strong hug. "My parents are at peace now Fitz. They know I will be safe with you, and we can live our forever together soon. I love you Mr. President."

"I love you too, Livvie, and our forever awaits us."

The End