Liv POV

The second the door opened, I turned around and my heart stopped.

Why was he here? How did he get here?

I could tell he was surprised to see the state of my face. The bruises were still somewhat fresh and it wasn't something neither of us were expecting. He looked almost as broken as I felt and as much as I wanted him there I wasn't ready for this.

"Fitz…please, don't."

I tried to take a step back but his hands were on mine, squeezing them tightly before one began tracing the cut above my eyebrow.

"Livvie… who…. Why didn't…"

He couldn't seem to find the right words and I began to sob knowing that I was about to possibly ruin everything between us.

"I'm so sorry Fitz… I couldn't… I didn't know how…"

Fitz POV

I cupped her face gently, noticing the way she held her arms out, still trying to keep me at a distance. I couldn't stand seeing her so broken and just wanted to hold her.

"No, no you have nothing to be sorry for, please baby come here."

I moved forward not caring that she didn't want to be held because I knew what she needed. She wasn't pushing me anymore but the tears seemed to pour faster from her eyes as she sobbed telling me how sorry she was. The second my arms wrapped around her and I pulled her closer, she nearly collapsed to the ground but when I held her tightly against me, and my eyes grew wide.

It all made sense now.

Liv POV

Flashback-Week 10/43

Lunch here should probably be considered illegal if fed to people. I sat there staring at it and imagining what CJ would have to say about the slop in front of her. I played this game at every meal and it always brought a smile to my face. One of the women I "got along with" sat across from me and went to town, eating with gusto and seemingly enjoying it. My stomach turned and I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to not throw up.

We both glanced up as "Tavi" stormed into the cafeteria with a guard holding onto her roughly.

"You gonna act civil or not Tavi?"

"Y'all gon get your shit together or not? This shouldn't fuckin happen."

We watched her brush past the guard and walk into the line for food still looking frustrated.

I looked down trying to ignore what was going on because it wasn't my business.

"You hear what went down? Her blood work came back saying she was pregnant but she told them she already know she can't have no fuckin kids but they insisted it's right. She told them to test it again and I saw her go in there just before lunch. Guess we know they fucked up somehow. How you fuck up on a blood test? Or mix up the results? Wonder if she could sue they' ass! I would!"

"Tavi?" I was confused all around.

"Tavi P. She been in 'bout the same amount of time as you. Octavia Pope."

The food was long forgotten and all I could do was go to the nearest guard and beg to go to the infirmary. They ignored me but the second I began to throw up, I was escorted there and collapsed on the thin hospital bed.

"What's going on?"

"She started begging to come here right before she started throwing up. Olivia Pope, cell block D. She's all yours."

"Ms. Pope what's going on?"

"Octavia Pope was just here and someone told her she wasn't pregnant and there was possibly a blood test mix up…. Is that true?"

"I can't share another patient's information with you, I'm sorry."

I stared at her willing the tears to stop spilling down my cheeks. I just needed a bit of help. I needed to know if what my mind had been blocking out was in-fact true after all.

"I don't care about that I just need to know if there was a mix up…. Did they mix the tests up? I need to know! Please!"

"Why Ms. Pope?"

I lifted my shirt, finally acknowledging the firmness and new curve of my lower stomach. I'd ignored the change in my body for the past two weeks, blaming it on the food I was being forced to eat.

"Did they give her my test results by mistake?"

She stared at me with wide eyes, giving me all the answers I needed. She held up one finger before walking out of the room and down the hall. I nearly hyperventilated when I saw her wheel in what looked to be an ultrasound machine. I stayed quiet as she set everything up, blocking out the words she spoke to me, ignoring the cold gel she'd spilled onto my stomach.

She moved the wand around my lower stomach and as soon as a loud swooshing noise filled the air, my head fell back against the table and I sobbed.

"Livvie?"

His voice was broken, hurt, shocked.

"I'm so sorry." I took a step back and wrapped my own arms around my stomach, doing my best to calm down even though I knew it wasn't possible.

"I didn't know Fitz. I promise I didn't know at first…it's all too much… I can't.. I'm so scared… I know you're mad…I.. I just…"

Then I felt him. I was in his arms fully, pressed up tightly against him, his scent enveloping me completely.

"Shhhh stop crying Livvie, I'm here. I'm here okay?"

He removed one of his arms from around me and led us to one of the chairs in the room where he sat down and pulled me into his lap. He held me tightly to him, rocking me, whispering to me that everything would be ok and that he loved me. He allowed me to cry which I was grateful for because I hadn't been able to do that and needed to badly. I couldn't let my guard down without someone being there, without him being there.

"We really were sick…" I finally attempted to speak to him, wanting him to know that I really wanted to tell him and be honest with him. "We were quarantined and couldn't have visitors but when I found out I… I just couldn't… I didn't understand it myself and I felt so lost. I'm so sorry I lied to you. I just was afraid."

"I'm here Livvie. It's okay. Breathe ba-…. Breathe Livvie."

Liv POV

She wasn't speaking at all but I could tell that she was relaxed for the most part. My right arm was wrapped around her waist and my fingers were against the side of her stomach. I was barely touching her but I could feel the difference in her skin. The firmness that was there.

There was a baby in there. My baby. Our baby.

Olivia was pregnant.

I tried to give us both a few moments to digest the news before switching gears. I turned her face towards me, feeling my heartbreak when she wouldn't meet my eyes. She looked so defeated and anxious. Like she really wasn't sure that I would forgive her. I ran my finger across her eye brow, then her cheek needing answers.

"Who did this Livvie?"

"The woman… when they mixed my results up she knew she wasn't pregnant because she couldn't have kids but when she found out it was me that was really pregnant, she was jealous. And angry. She came up to me asking why I looked so disappointed, saying that I should be happy and when I kept ignoring her she claimed that I was being a bitch and rubbing it in her face."

"So she hit you?"

"Not at first. I walked away and then she mumbled something about me not staying pregnant long enough to feel my baby move and I lost it. I went after her."

"She hurt you"

"Barely. You should see her face….. I.. I just got so mad and, and…."

"Protective?"

She finally allowed herself to look at me before she nodded.

"Just the thought of someone hurting... something just clicked. I had this overwhelming need to get her away from me."

I nodded, understanding exactly what she was feeling. The animal instinct you feel as a parent makes you do anything to protect your child.

"They broke it up pretty quickly and I asked them if they could make sure everything was okay and the doctor told me that my blood pressure was really high and if it doesn't go down and things don't change I could hurt the baby. Yesterday she said I'm currently borderline high risk. I was supposed to have an appointment right now. I was so confused when they told me to follow them. I was scared."

I could tell she was relieved that I was the reason she was called away. She took a few deeps breaths and I knew she was content for the moment.

"I'm gonna get you out of here Livvie.. I promise you."

"I'm scared."

"I know baby…"

"No… I just… we never talked about this….we talked about getting married in the future and having kids, but that wasn't supposed to happen this soon… we barely kno…"

"Hey! Don't you dare. I know you and you know me. You do. I love you and regardless of any plan we might have had, all that matters is that you come out of this well. Both of you."

"And what if we don't? What if I lose our baby in here Fitz? I don't know what I'm doing."

She was shaking as new tears spilled down her cheeks and I hated that I didn't have all the answers. I held her tighter, thinking as fast as I could through every option and every thought that had entered my brain since the moment I realized Olivia was carrying our child.

"I'm going to figure this out I promise you. Look at me."

I made sure she was sitting up before guiding our heads together and staring into her eyes. I'd missed looking into her eyes so much.

"Tell me that you love me Livvie."

"You know I do. I love you so much. It doesn't seem real most days. Especially here."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

I leaned up and kissed her forehead several times before my lips touched hers.

"Good."

We sat quiet for a few minutes, holding each other tightly but also relaxing for a minute knowing we had time. It wasn't a lot but it was time. It was Olivia that spoke up first, breaking the silence.

Liv POV

"I'm sorry Fitz."

"For what?"

He kissed my forehead and waited. I was grateful that he wasn't trying to stop me from apologizing before he even knew what for. He had a habit of making sure I didn't feel an ounce of guilt about anything but I had own this mistake.

"For CJ. For what I've put her through."

"Livvie…"

"No." I interrupted, not letting him speak. That's something he needed to work on. "I promised her and no matter what was going on, I shouldn't have done anything to compromise our time. I love her so much and I hate that I've already broken promises and hurt her."

"I don't expect perfection. She might but she understands things happen. Yes she was hurt and it's affecting her but we knew that going into this. You can't go back and change what happened but you can talk with her and let her know how much you love her…"

"And apologize."

"And apologize. I told her where I was going today and that I would find out what was wrong with the phones."

I had to laugh a bit at that. It was such a Fitz thing to do.

"You lied to her?"

"I did."

"Promise you won't make that a habit. Please."

"I promise."

I was crying again and becoming annoyed at myself. I decided to change the subject to something he may want to actually talk about.

"Wanna hear something funny?"

"Always"

"I feel like I'm losing my mind."

Fitz POV

"Livvie.."

"No, not because of being in here… I think I'm hormonal."

A smile tugged at my lips hearing this particular shift in our conversation.

"Really? From the baby?"

She nodded and sat up, and made a bit of room so that we were able to see each other.

"Yea I'm an emotional basket case like eighty-five percent of the time."

"Only eighty-five?"

She pinched my side before lifting her shirt and bringing my hand to rest on her stomach. I was in awe seeing and feeling the her body completely different from the last time I'd seen her and touched her.

"What else is… what changes have happened? How are you feeling? Have you been sick? Are they giving you prenatal vitamins? Feeding you differently?"

"Hey slow down"

She brought her hand up to my face instantly calming me down. I went from curious to concerned in a split second.

"I was sick at first but it wasn't early on because I was with you then."

"What do you mean?"

"My stomach is hardened and round already because I'm sixteen weeks."

"What? How is that possible?"

"That's what I wondered but they measured the baby and that's the timeline they gave me. I remember being sick back then but nothing that would've made me think I was pregnant. I figured I was stressed about the sentencing and being back in Georgia and all the uncertainty."

"Wow.. so this isn't the first time I've held the both of you in my arms."

"Well you've visited before this so.."

"No I mean before here, I've held you both in my arms outside these walls whether we knew it or not."

She nodded and I couldn't stop myself from leaning in and kissing her tenderly. Olivia's fingers moved through my hair and I deepened the kiss, wanting to feel more of her for just a second. She tasted just as I remembered and I smiled when I knew we both needed air.

It was like being home.

I brushed my fingers against her bump thinking holy shit I've got a baby in there. I'm gonna be a dad again.

"What else has changed? Do you feel different besides this? Do you have any cravings?"

Before I could blink, she moved my hands to cup her breasts and my eyes grew wide at the realization of their size. They weren't gigantic or anything but larger than before. I was only able to touch them for a few seconds before she moved my hands to rest against her stomach again.

"Besides these being bigger and … tender, I'm sleeping more. And yes I do have prenatal vitamins and they make sure I get enough calcium and protein. I've been having to get my blood pressure checked by the doctor every day this week and I'm allowed to see an OB every month they said. I've only seen her once so far."

I nodded grateful that she was getting some of the care she needed but knew it wasn't the minimum care she would receive if she were home. I had to suck it up though.

"Oh and cravings are the worst because what I want we don't have so I do my best to ignore them."

"What is it that … our baby wants?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and I dropped my head into her shoulder. I was doing my best to be strong for her but was still overwhelmed with joy and fear at the same time. I felt her hands at the back of my neck and her lips against my head comforting me the only way she did.

"The second you're able to get us out of here, I'll tell you."

I nodded knowing that I needed a minute to pull myself together. We stayed in that position for longer than we both expected. It began as a way to take a moment to compose myself but ended up as being an embrace that calmed both of us. Being able to hold her and our unborn child so closely knowing that I wouldn't be able to for a few days made us both savor the moment.

Saying goodbye was difficult but we kissed and held each other for as long as we could before I knelt down and kissed her bare stomach, promising our baby that they would both be home soon.

I drove to my mother's house feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me and I had won the lottery at the same time. As scared as I was for the well-being of them both, I couldn't help but picture what our life would look like when all this was behind us. CJ would have a little brother or sister to grow up with, something I never thought I'd be able to give her. I tried to push every negative thought from my head and only focused on positive thoughts that entered. My mom and CJ must have had a sixth sense because before I could pull into the driveway, the front door opened and CJ was running towards my suv.

"Daddy you're back! Did you talk to Livia? Is the phone still broken?"

I kissed her face several times before answering her questions.

"I did see Liv and I'm supposed to squeeze you extra, extra tight and give you lots and lots of Eskimo kisses."

I nuzzled her little nose into mine as she giggled happily before pulling back and staring at her. CJ's little thumbs caught a tear that escaped unexpectedly and her little brow furrowed.

"What's wrong Daddy?"

"Nothing Bug I'm just happy. Olivia's very sorry she couldn't talk to you last week but missed you so so much and can't wait to talk to you tonight."

"Really!? She's gonna call me?"

I glanced at my watch before looking at her with wide eyes.

"Yep! She said all the phones are fixed now and she can call. Here, take my phone and plug it into Grandma's charger ok? Do not try to use it Ceej. Just plug it up and wait for me ok? If it rings you can answer it alright?."

She was squirming to get down before I could get my sentence out, and running back into the house.

"Son? What's going on?"

I smiled at my mom before pulling her into a hug, scaring the shit out of her. She knew it took a lot for me to cry and waited patiently until I was able to finally speak.

"We're having a baby."

Liv POV

Two days later

We weren't an overpopulated prison and for that I was grateful. If available, expecting inmates were able to receive an extra mattress and pillow and I suddenly felt like I was staying at the Hilton. I was more relaxed than I had been in the past few weeks and was enjoying a quiet moment to myself. I had my usual appointment with the doctor in two hours to check my blood pressure and was doing my best to just chill beforehand. I was certain it had gone down but wasn't sure if I wanted it to or not. If it was raised then I was putting our baby at risk, but if it was normal there wasn't a greater chance they could fight for me to be on house arrest.

I remained calm, enjoying the extra allotted time for resting while others had yard time. It was the most peaceful part of my day and I'd taken to letting our baby learn my voice.

"Did you enjoy lunch today, Peanut? None of it came back up so I'm assuming so…. I know you don't like the Salisbury steak and mama can't blame you. It tastes like dog food but sometimes that's our only option."

I rubbed my stomach in circles humming softly between my thoughts.

"When we're home with your daddy he'll make sure you like all the food we eat. He's gonna get you those pickles you want and those salt-N-vinegar chips too. Did you hear Daddy a couple days ago? He was with us and holding us. He loves you so much Peanut. And you've got an amazing big sister that will be so excited to hear about you…. At least I hope. I'm sure she will. She just wants us all home together. One thing we gotta work on now Peanut is the whole bladder thing. Right now we're good but as you get bigger.. if we're still here I guess it's not so bad since we've got our own personal toilet but I can't imagine going back and forth to the bathroom all day when we're home. It's gonna take…"

"Pope! Visitation let's go."

I jumped at the noise not expecting someone to be so close without me realizing it and surely not expecting the words they spoke.

"I'm not scheduled for a visit today."

"You are now. Let's go."

"Fitz what are you doing here? You, you can't come as my lawyer and as my … you can't do both."

"I know, Livvie relax baby."

He gave me the quick hug that was allowed before we sat down at the table clutching hands.

"Fitz.."

"No, before all that, how are you? How's the baby? Did they let you go to the doctor yesterday?"

"No I'm going today after this.. Fitz what's going on?"

"You said you trusted me so I was able to have someone else take over the case for me.."

"You what? No! Fitz.."

"Pope, keep it down."

The guard at the end of the room spoke loudly, making us both take a deep breath. I hated being referred to as 'Pope' and couldn't wait until I was out of here. It reminded me of my father's organization and the way they referred to you.

"Livvie I trust this guy, we went to school together, practiced at the same firm that I used to work at.."

"The same firm you quit because of how crooked they were!"

"Yea but he walked away too."

I was fuming. There was no way I was letting anymore criminals into my life, controlling my life. How could he do this without talking it over with me?

Fitz POV

I took a deep breath knowing that she had to understand where I was coming from if she was going to consider and agree to what I was proposing.

"Livvie, I let you into my home, into my daughter's life. I've turned our world completely upside down because I love you and you're worth it. Because you are our future, this baby is our future. I would give up my life for you Olivia so trust me when I say that I wouldn't just do this if I didn't have to. I wouldn't just pick anyone. I worked with him for years and if it's not me, it's gotta be him. He's the only one I trust to fight this and win since I can't. He's clean, he's tough and brilliant. He knows his shit, Liv."

"I know what I mean to you, what we mean to you but I don't understand why you can't represent me anymore. We said we'd only do professional meetings so that you can come more often. What changed?"

I thought back to the conversation I had with Stephen the previous day.

"Fitz you need to hand this case over. This isn't going to end well, mate."

"There's no way in hell I'm letting someone else handle this. I need to be there for her. I .."

"No you need a smart lawyer to be there to win this case and YOU need to be there for your child."

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you thought about what will happen if she isn't granted house arrest? If she had to serve her full sentence?"

"She's high risk and will only get worse staying there, it's not possible. It'll happen."

"Gosh! Fitz you're not thinking like a lawyer! Put everything you feel for her aside and think. If house arrest is denied and Olivia serves the next six months in prison and your baby is born. What then?"

"A lot has changed Livvie. I was able to really think things through and Stephen helped me see some things I hadn't thought of. If I fail you…. If he fails us both and can't get you out on house arrest…. I just…"

"What is it Fitz? Where is this going?"

"Marry me."