Liv POV

God I hope I don't ruin this. There were too many things going through my mind right now.

Will I do this right?

Will he like it?

Am I doing this for him or me?

I always said it was something I'd never be caught doing but somehow he made me want to.

Will I hate it?

Shut up and just...feel.

I focused on his face for a beat. His gorgeous features that instantly made me want to touch him. His jaw was my favorite. Strong and chiseled. I laid a few soft kisses against it before moving down his throat and settling into his neck.

He moved a bit in his sleep and I lightened my touches. I was okay if he woke up, but didn't prefer it to be just yet. Something told me he'd do his best to talk me out of what I wanted and I didn't want that.

I was anxious but I wanted this.

I moved my hand to the waistband of his boxers, continuing to kiss down his chest, smiling when the fine hairs tickled my nose. His abs tensed when my hand gripped him, and I paused for a second watching him closely. The second my hand began rhythmically tugging him, the softness went away and was replaced by a hardness I had only felt inside of me.

I felt my own insides began to lather knowing that he was reacting to my touch alone. I moved my hand a bit faster, shutting my mind off and allowing myself to just feel.

The second my lips reached his stomach, I felt his hand against my hair and looked up. He let out a grown but from what I could tell he was still dead to the world.

I smiled, feeling like a million bucks that he was responding to me even in his sleep.

I looked down at the work of art in my grasp and before I lost my nerve, I kissed the tip softly a few times, testing the waters. The way he was growing made me think he was awake but his eyes were still shut tightly. He groaned again and I smiled, opening my mouth and fully tasting him. He jerked his hips and when in glanced up, his eyes were boring into mine.

"Livvie"

I had been dripping from his responses, but his eyes right now made me clench up, wishing he was touching me as intimately as I was him.

I ran my tongue from the base of his dick to the very top as slowly as I could, watching him carefully to see if he seemed to enjoy it. His eyes closed and his breathing was suddenly deeper. I did the same to the opposite side before taking him into my mouth, accepting more of him this time.

"God, Livvie." He groaned, causing me to do the same with my mouth surrounding him. "Shit." His fingers gripped the ends of my hair tightly before they immediately loosened.

I glanced up at him and noticed the pained expression on his face just before my tastebuds were hit with a salty cream that shocked me. I pulled back and saw what I knew was pre-cum continue to slowly drip down his thick length.

"I'm... god I'm sorry Liv.. I can't.."

"Shhh, I like it."

I smiled realizing just how much I did like it and dove back in, sucking him harder. I felt him sit up and with his head back against my heads I could tell that I was driving him crazy. I held still, pulling in a deep breath through my nose before sucking his tip just as feverishly. His free hand grabbed mine and began to move it up and down his dick, showing me exactly what he wanted.

The way he was panting my name made me whimper and I relaxed my jaw before lowering my head and taking him down my throat.

"Fuck! Livvie Stop! Stop!"

I was terrified that I had done something wrong until he pulled me into his lap, crashing his lips against mine. He kissed me so hungrily and I did my best to keep up with him, shuddering when his hand was ripping the small strap of lace I had on. His fingers began to massage my sopping flesh but I had other plans at the moment and guided his dick into my opening, whimpering at the contact.

"Baby...oh god you feel so good."

I attached my mouth to the patch of skin just below his ear, panting at the way he was thrusting into me. It was new and I loved it. It didn't feel like he was making love to me. He was fucking me and I loved it.

He gripped my hips before his mouth found my breast and worked them over one at a time as he continued to drive into me. It was minutes later that Fitz's fingers pushed me over the edge and I came fast, crying out his name before going limp against him.

His fingers dug into my flesh as he spilled inside me. We were both out of breath, feeling the aftershocks of our orgasms and feeling spent.

"Oh!"

I yelped and laughed feeling him lower us back onto the bed. I felt him slip out of me just as his lips connected to mine in a series of slow, wet kisses. We only came up for air when it became necessary.

"Hi"

I laughed at his greeting, knowing he was about to bring up what I initiated.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked him timidly.

"Don't get shy on me now. And I've gotta say although I did sleep well, I much preferred the waking up part this morning."

I blushed but continued staring at him. It was like he was daring me to hide from him but I didn't want to.

"I've never done that before."

"No we haven't. And as much as I ..."

"No, Fitz... I've never done that with anyone before."

"Oh. Livvie you didn't have..."

I silenced him by kissing him, wanting to speak before him.

"I wanted to.. I mean I was up looking at you and wanted to. I just hope that it was ok."

He leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth several times before nipping lightly at my bottom lip.

"It was more than okay. It was perfect."

His hand traveled down and began massaging my folds making me gasp. I was still so sensitive and nearly cried at the touch.

"I... I wanna learn wh.. what you like."

"I like exactly what you did. Anything involving your lips is what I like."

It was seconds later that I was cumming on his hand and burying my face in his chest while I caught my breath.

Fitz POV

An hour later we were showered and Olivia was stirring her cup of tea while I did the same to my coffee. I was worried about her. Wondering how she was feeling about everything but she wouldn't talk about it. She'd gone near silent after we showered and I knew she was doing her best to not let tomorrow overshadow today.

Today, I was seeing my daughter.

CJ POV

My head popped up when I heard Ms. Ramsey call my name. We were supposed to be finishing up our collages on things that live in the wild. Some of the other kids were cutting out pictures and gluing them right away, but I was cutting all of mine out first before I glued them. It was easier that way. I thought maybe I was getting in trouble because I was the only person doing it this way, and I was really nervous when my teacher told me to get my backpack and to go to the office.

I obeyed but moved slowly so I could think about what I might have done. If I had to bring my backpack, that meant I was probably going home. But Daddy only picked me up early when I had to go to the doctors and he always told me first. Plus Daddy was gone so he couldn't pick me up.

My stomach started hurting when I remembered that Daddy wasn't home. I missed him a lot and Livia too. But especially Daddy. It was taking too long for him to come back home but I knew I would get to talk to him later.

I waved goodbye as I walked out of my classroom and down to the front office. I peaked my head into the office cautiously and relaxed a little when I saw my Grandma sitting down.

"Hi Grandma, how come you're picking me up early? Do I have to go to the doctors? Daddy always takes me."

She didn't answer my question and waved goodbye to Ms. Green at the front desk before holding out her hand for me to take. I asked her another question but she refused to answer and just kept walking.

"Where's your truck?"

When my daddy picked me up early from school he always parked right in front of the pick up line but I guess she didn't know she could do that.

"Grandma you parked really far."

She led me towards the back row of cars and I still didn't see her car.

All I saw was my Daddy.

Fitz POV

I felt the biggest rush hit me the second her eyes locked on mine and realization hit.

"Daddy!"

Music to my ears. She dropped my mother's hand immediately and sprinted towards me until she was launched herself into my arms

"Daddy! You're back! You came back!"

I could feel her little body shake as her emotions got the best of her and she began to cry. I think they were happy tears possibly mixed with a few tears of sadness she had bottled up.

"I'm here, Bug. I promised I'd come back and I did."

I kissed her cheek several times, waiting patiently as she caught her breath and calmed down.

"I won't ever break any of my promises, Ceej. Ever."

She nodded, still pressed up against me and I smiled at my mom before subtly glancing inside of the car and nodding.

Liv POV

I moved to stand next to Fitz and cautiously put my hand on CJ's back.

She knew that wasn't her father's touch and turned immediately to look at me. Her steel blue eyes bore into mine and I could only hold my breath, unsure if she was happy to see me or not. It wasn't until she reached her hand out and held mine that I knew she was happy to see me as well. She might have wanted to stay wrapped in her father's embrace, but she was happy I was here and that's all that mattered.

"Hi Livia."

"Hi CJ."

Fitz POV

Two days. We'd only really been gone two official days. But that was long enough. Two days was long enough to make my daughter cling. It was new territory and for the most part, welcomed. My mom dropped us off at that hotel with CJ and took a much needed afternoon and evening to herself. We bid her goodbye knowing she'd be making the hour long drive home to check up on things.

From the moment I carried her inside, CJ stayed within arms reach of me. She was either perched high on my hip, in my lap, or standing next to me with one thin arm wrapped around my leg. It reminded me of when she was three and I would have my mom or Abby come watch her for a couple hours. She'd hold on to my leg, stretch her neck back so she could look up at me and hit me with a constant string of "No Daddy."

It also reminded me of when she'd finally seen Olivia after a few weeks. She was enamored with her.

"Ceej, what do you want to eat for lunch? You want what Grandma packed you or something else?"

My mom had insisted we wait until after lunch to pick her up, but I couldn't. Our early morning check in with Judge Bridges had gone smoothly and we were placed on the docket for the following afternoon. There was no way I could sit and wait hours for her to be done with lunch and insisted we head straight to the school to take her out.

She shrugged and looked up at me for a few seconds before speaking.

"Can I come home now?"

"Not just yet, Bug. Soon but not yet."

"Okay Daddy."

Liv POV

She was smiling. She was laughing. That was all that mattered right now. We were making cookies the easy way. Not being in our own home didn't allow for us to make the kind of cookies I wanted, but it was fun and we had to work with what we had.

"Can I break them all apart?"

"Yes, you break them apart and your daddy and I will space them out the way the instructions say."

I smiled at her excited. She was perched atop the table with two cookies sheets in front of her. Fitz and I sat in the chairs waiting as she broke the chocolate chip squares, simply happy that she was in a better mood.

"How long do they take to cook?"

"Only a few minutes."

"Can we make the special hot chocolate, Livia?"

"Of course we can. As a matter of fact, why don't you and your dad work on these, and I'll start on that."

I smiled watching her eyes light up, her little finger working faster to break the squares up.

Fitz POV

It didn't take long for the three of us to cocoon ourselves under a pile of blankets on the couch, indulging in hot chocolate and warm cookies. CJ chose the movie we were watching, which was an Olsen Christmas movie.

"They are so freaky looking."

"Are not!"

I could feel her small fingers pinch at my skin, attempting to hurt me but failing nonetheless. She was cuddled in my lap and playing with my fingers, acting the complete opposite of my independent six year old. I hadn't turned a blind eye to the fact that she'd asked for my help with every simple task we'd ask of her. She first wanted help strapping herself in and out of her car seat. After that, she needed help opening her snack and picking out her clothes for the next day. Bath time was the nail in the coffin. I couldn't remember the last time I didn't have to fight with CJ about helping her in the tub and she seemed happy to have me washing her hair. She even complied with wearing her fleece pajamas and insisted that I helped her get dressed.

When the credits began, we both glanced down at CJ and I dreaded the thought of having to separate from her. We'd made sure CJ knew we'd be going back to the house tonight and she'd stay here with her grandmother. She wasn't happy about it, but after some explaining, she accepted it. Still, her small fists clenched my shirt tightly, metaphorically showing what the day had consisted of.

"You think she'll actually let go?" Olivia's voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake my sleeping daughter up.

I sighed before leaning in to kiss her head. She smelled like her berry two-in-one shampoo/conditioner and I smiled.

"I'll probably lay down with her for a while whether she forces me to or not. I missed her, a lot."

I looked at Olivia to see her response and appreciated her look of understanding.

"Mom should be here any minute. I'm gonna go put her down if you wanna say goodnight."

Olivia nodded before moving closer to the both of us. She kissed CJ's cheek softly before kissing my lips tenderly. She removed the blanket that was covering us and I carried my sleeping girl into her temporary bedroom.

CJ clung tighter to me the second I stood up and carried her into the room. Before I could lay down next to her on my own accord, CJ was pulling me down onto the queen- sized bed with her.

"Daddy?"

"Yea Bug?"

"Song."

"Alright Bug."

I turned on my side so that I mirrored her sleeping position, and gently rubbed her back. Then I sang our song, The Luckiest.

She had fallen right asleep but I couldn't make myself stop singing to her. Stop rubbing her back. I couldn't stop myself from inching closer to her and kissing her forehead, silently apologizing to her for everything. I was feeling guilty and although I explained to her days ago why I was leaving I felt I owed her more.

"I'm sorry I had to leave you, Bug. You're Daddy's favorite person and if I could be with you every second of every single day, I would. In a heartbeat, Ceej."

I moved down until I was eye level with her and ran my thumb across her brow, down the bridge of her nose, a replica of my own. I stroked her cheek thinking back to the way she'd clung to my shirt as though she expected that I'd disappear any second.

"I promise that if I...when I have to leave you again, whether that's this week, next month, next year, whenever. I promise that I will always come back to you CJ. Always. You matter the most out of everyone. I love you baby girl."

Liv POV

"I'd like to call Nathaniel Sanders to the stand."

My head snapped up at the footsteps that approached from the back of the courtroom. He looked good. Better than the last time I saw him and for that I was glad. I knew he'd be testifying but I wouldn't be able to see him before or after the hearing.

I watched as he sat down and Fitz began to question him, establishing his credibility for the jurors and judge. He spoke of working for my father and the capacity in which he knew me. Fitz stopped questioning him and gestured for the room to consider a large tv screen which played evidence he'd entered with Huck's help.

I closed my eyes barely seconds into the video unable to watch. The video ran a near ninety seconds before it ended.

"Can you tell us about what was happening in that video we just witnessed Mr. Sanders?"

He nodded once before speaking clearly.

"Yes, Ms. Pope was being taught to use a gun by Mr. Russell Jackson. It was terrible."

"I object!"

I looked at the the lawyer representing the State of Georgia not understanding why he really cared. It was his job but it wasn't as if his life was on the line.

"Sustained. Mr. Sanders, please just answer the question you're asked. Mr. Grant, continue."

He nodded once and Fitz nodded once at Judge Bridges before continuing.

"Were you and Ms. Pope in the video Mr. Sanders?"

"Yes I was."

"Can you point yourself out and describe what's happening to you."

He leaned out of his chair and pointed to the figure on the floor before he began.

"Russell had told me to come into the room they were in. I had been making my normal rounds, cleaning the offices and I walked in to see Ms. Pope with a gun. There was a target in front of her and he was telling her to shoot but she refused and so he aimed a gun at me and told her each time she refused, he'd shoot me."

"Did she end up firing the gun?"

"She did. She was shaking and crying but was yelling at them to stop."

Nathaniel became choked up any heart broke for him. It may have happened months ago but it wasn't right.

"Did you have any injuries?"

"Multiple. They released me but anytime something went wrong and she was to blame, is pay. Once my jaw was broken, I had several cracked ribs, a concussion, and that's just the physical injuries."

"What injuries do you have that aren't physical, Mr. Sanders?"

"Emotional ones. I've been afraid to leave my house most days. I'm not working anymore because although I was demanded to return the next day I haven't been able to set foot in that place. As much as I wanted to go back, it's too painful."

"Why would you have wanted to go back?"

"Olivia. I know her father and his employees didn't exactly do lawful business but she was there. She was always so kind to me around the office, asking about my family and making sure I didn't need anything. She was innocent in all of this and didn't deserve to be dragged into this mess. She still doesn't."

The other lawyer didn't have much to question Nathaniel about and he was dismissed from the stand. Next was the one of the guards from the bank. He never saw what transpired that day on the side that I was covering but his statement I felt worked in my favor. He spoke about the three men that called the shots, about not remembering seeing me but hearing a woman telling the police after the fact about a woman that saved her son's life. He was the only other physical witness that made the drive to North Carolina to testify and I was grateful for that.

Then I was called to the stand.

Of course I swore to tell the truth. Some days I felt that was all I had left. I did my best to stop my hands from shaking and to focus on Fitz. As usual he slowly paced the courtroom as he spoke, and I found that it helps me stay calm. Watching his movements and hearing his voice calmed me.

It was already agreed upon that I would be allowed to first and foremost tell my side of the story from start to finish before official questioning would begin. I had already given a written statement and was allowed to keep a copy and simply read from it if I wanted. I technically wasn't supposed to add any additional information until questions were asked and I responded.

"I was never very close with my father. My mom had left so long ago and the older I got, the more distant he became. I saw my childhood as normal, cold, but normal. I umm, attended great schools and went to college and got my dream job. I was doing something that mattered not only because I was interested in it but I felt like I was making up for whatever my father was doing. I had no idea what his line of work entailed and I still don't fully know. When he became sick, he told me that it had spread and he only had months to live. I never felt like he loved me but I was all he had so I took a small leave of absence and took care of him."

I don't know why I was getting choked up. It was stupid. He was dead and that was that.

"Ms. Pope are you okay?"

I nodded before looking up, tears coating my eyes.

"He ruined my life. Even in death. He told me that all his assets, the little bit of dirty money and property went to me and it's that reason alone that I was dragged into this. Russell Jackson always worshipped my father and wanted to be the son he never had and it was as if he took it all out on me when he received nothing from him. He forced me to work with them and I basically became the getaway vehicle. He'd force me to shoot guns until my hands were bruise and tired, telling me I'd learn to follow orders one way or another. One of their men followed me day in and day out and I had to quit my job. I hated being a part of their world and after the bank... I just had to run. I knew they'd kill me and I left."

Fitz POV

She had done great. It was hard to it there and watch her get questioned and even harder to watch her cry, begging to take a break only to be denied. At one point I was able to catch her eyes and did my best to convince her to hold on for just a few moments longer.

They berated her. Wanting her to confess to being a part of the entire operation, running so she wouldn't be caught. Badgering her about having no real reason to not go directly to the police if things were so hard for her. They had broken her and she was exhausted but did her best to hold it together. I wasn't opposed to the emotion she showed because it was real and the jurors were able to see the anguish she truly felt.

Time flew by and we opted out of a recess and took our turns giving our closing arguments and I stared each of them down, strategically stating my compelling argument.

"... I'm asking you to look at who Mr. Jackson is, a man capable of ordering murderous acts, forcing an innocent woman to become apart of his lifestyle, and at this very moment, a wanted man. How can anyone blame Ms. Pope for fearing for her life and running. She did all she could to keep herself safe and the fact this case was extradited to North Carolina to protect Ms. Pope speaks volumes. Give Olivia Pope her life back because she deserves it."

Liv POV

"I'm scared."

"I know but you did great. They saw you, Livvie. They saw your truth."

We were standing in one of the offices Fitz was granted access to for the trial. I was burrowed into his chest as deep as I could go and he held me just as I wanted him to. Tight with just the perfect amount of pressure.

"Livvie?"

"Yea?"

"Let me feed you."

I immediately removed myself from his embrace and shook my head at the thought alone.

"Yes, you need something or you're gonna be sick."

"I already feel sick and I'm sure eating won't help."

"I know that it feels like that, but .."

"No."

My eyes were pleading with him to let it go.

"I feel sick enough as it is, Fitz. Please just let it go this time. I'll eat something later but I can't eat right now. Not until I hear the verdict. Whether it's good or bad."

"It's going to be good."

"You don't know that. I may get off on Accessory but jumping bail..."

"Stop. If you don't wanna eat fine, but until they're done we are gonna sit here and think about something else other than the verdict until they call us back. Come here."

So we sat.

We sat still, looking at pictures from our Thanksgiving in D.C. that Fitz had on his phone. Videos too. I was able to laugh. He'd captured so many moments of us being together. Loads of CJ being extremely silly and playful at the ice skating rink we'd gone to. I laughed loudly seeing the video I'd taken of him falling on the ice, my punishment was him playfully biting at my neck. The last ones we saw were quiet seconds he'd recorded of us together in bed. The sun has barely come up and we were wrapped in each other's arms, fresh from sleep and kissing lazily. I found it weird that at the time that he was recording us, but now it was something I cherished. A memory that would always be there for the both of us to look back on, to escape to.

"I love you Fitz. No matter what happens, I want to thank you for everything. These past four months have the been the scariest but also the best time of my life because of you and CJ."

"Livvie, you don't need.."

"We don't know that. I just want you to know that. I'm grateful that you took a chance on me."

"Best decision I've ever made."

Not only were his words sincere, but the look in his eyes let me know that he meant it. I leaned up to connect our lips but froze when his phone began to ring. We both sat up as he pulled it out to answer, barely muttering a reply before hanging up.

"They're ready."

We were back in the courtroom, standing as the judge took his seat and the head Juror stood with a notepad in hand, prepared to speak to the courtroom. Not being able to stop myself, I grabbed a hold of Fitz's hand and held my breath as he began.

"On the charge of Accessory, we find the defendant….."