I know many readers enjoyed my Houston one-shot, but I wanted to try something wholesome. And kinda showing Olivia's maternal side a bit. Anyways, enjoy!

I Dream of You

The entire service, Olivia, had been checked out. It was like a nightmare, except she wasn't dreaming. She was wide awake, and so was everyone else who was suffering this loss. Just three days ago, James was smiling and bragging about the joys and adventures of fatherhood. He and Cyrus finally got what they wanted, even if it took a lot of arm twisting on Cyrus' part. They were a family.

Much like her relationship with the president, Cyrus lived in the dark with his soulmate for a long time until he decided he was tired of running. From the moment Cyrus dragged the love of his life onto that dance floor and danced openly, freely. That might not have been where they started, but it sure was when their love was brought to life. And so bad how she wanted that.

But after seeing how quickly James was snatched from Cyrus and their baby. Thoughts of last year floated up and plagued her the rest of the day. It was insensitive to be grateful that she still has Fitz, but does she really have Fitz? So close but still so far away. Many nights she dreamed of waking up to Fitz and getting ready with him. Him running off to draft bills or her diving headfirst into some crisis. It wasn't the big moments she longed for with Fitz; it was the small ones. That she and Fitz could laugh about in 30 years or in 40 years. Today truly shook her.

Olivia glanced across the pew, catching sight of Mellie and Fitz hand in hand. Comforting each for the cameras. Cyrus sitting with a blank expression, unable to actually grasp the day. This dreadful day. The memorial was closed with a prayer from the President. Instead of leading Mellie out, Fitz crouched down to Cyrus, taking his friend by the shoulders.

"Come on, Cy," Fitz said softly.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces. Who would have been there if Fitz hadn't made it? She asked herself. The prospect became too real for her, so she ducked out of the back, hoping to avoid cameras, Mellie, and any other bloodsucker.

When Olivia arrived home. She stripped her clothes and took a shower. She just needed to sleep, to get this day and that night off her mind. As she climbed underneath the giant duvet, there was a knock at the door. She was tempted to just ignore it. Hoping the thumping would fade as she drifted to sleep. But they didn't. They became more persistent until she heard a male voice.

"Ma'am, I've been instructed to open the door if you do not answer," Tom said. The clearness indicated his mouth was pressed to the peephole viewer.

She responded by throwing the blankets back and stomping to the door.

"What!"

But Tom didn't falter under the harshness in her voice. "He wants to see you, Ma'am."

"He doesn't request me; tell him that." She fires back.

"Ma'am, please. I'll give you a minute to get ready," Tom said, then resumed his position at her door. She slammed it and sighed.

When she arrived, they went through the tunnels as if she didn't feel dirty enough. Olivia was walking so fast and fierce, her feet could have caught fire. He had some nerve to summon her and the audacity to send his guard dogs. No doubt he's going to get an ear full when she finds him.

The fire in her eyes fizzled out as they zeroed in on Fitz sitting criss-cross combing the hair of Ella's barbie doll. Teddy playing with a small carriage and Ella plucking out doll clothes, giggling. Whatever annoyance she felt for Fitz died totally.

"Hi, Libia," Teddy screamed, smiling.

"Hello, Teddy, Hi, baby girl." Olivia shifted from one foot to the other. There was warmth coming to her eyes from the presence of tears.

"I didn't think you'd come. I told Tom to just stay with you if you didn't want to be here. Here you go, Ella. She's all ready for the ball. She just needs a gown." Fitz handed Ella the doll. She took it and started adding clothing to it. Then he extended his hand to Olivia, and she took it, joining him on the carpet.

"Cyrus is working, and I didn't want her to be left with the nannies he's already hired. He wants to capitalize off what's happened to rally to get votes from anti-gun voters." Fitz says, almost disappointed. It will work, according to Cyrus and his math. The assassination attempt and having your press secretary gunned down in a carjacking. As president, you can ask for whatever you want. And despite Fitz not being willing to stoop that low. Apparently, his wife and chief of staff are.

Probably out this hour strategizing how they could get their twisted plan, spun into winning the whole election. It disturbs Fitz when he realizes the White House is what made them like this. That crazy hold-on power that they so badly need to feel whole. He's never seen himself as that person, and in four years, the White House has yet to turn him. He's grateful Olivia got out when she did, not that he could survive another two years without her.

"I know. Fitz, this is on us. If he'd never gone looking for that card-" Olivia snapped her mouth shut, frowning as he "shhh-ed" her.

"Little ears around. We can discuss it later." Fitz stretched across the floor, grabbing a doll Olivia could play with. "This is her second favorite."

"What are we doing?" Olivia smiled; she took off her coat and laid it out.

"We're getting ready for the Ball. I'm in charge of hair and makeup; you can be my assistant," Fitz said. "Teddy, here is our prince" Teddy was still driving the carriage on the carpet, making motor noises with his mouth.

Liv and Fitz laughed, knowing it was absurd. Carriages don't have motors. Ella smiled at Olivia and gave her a tiny plastic lipstick and makeup brush.

"Thank you, sweet girl."

By evening the Ball was done, and the kids were sleeping. Before they passed out, Fitz had some food brought up to the residence, and they ate. Since she was a kid, Olivia hasn't eaten Pb & J for dinner, but it was a nice feeling capturing her youth again with Fitz. Although he teased her for peeling the crust. After sandwiches and milk, Ella started yawning and rubbing her little eyes. The next thing Olivia knew, the little girl was curling up in her lap. Teddy was uncouth and fell asleep face-first on the carpet, Jelly and peanut butter on his face.

"Is this what you imagine for us...in Vermont?"

They hadn't discussed Vermont or the house in a while. There hadn't been any room for fantasies and unattainable wants. It was cruel to punish themselves by dreaming when those dreams were so far out of reach. The constant reminder that the American public stood in between them. Only at night, when Olivia couldn't sleep, would she allow her imagination to run free.

She was back in the house; they'd finished it. Everything Fitz had envisioned for the home was there, with a few of her decorative touches. A few minutes would pass, and then she'd hear laughter and feet thudding against the oak floors, Fitz chasing their toddler. Hide and go seek tag. A game she used to play with her parents before everything became complicated. See, it was easy for her to get there, but then she'd see signs of a new day approaching as the sun peeked over the buildings. Realizing she wasn't home with Fitz, the excited toddler she conjured up wasn't giggling. She was alone.

"Exactly like this. Two wonderful kids, us worn out from entertaining them. Then going to bed with you, watching you perform your skincare routine. Straightening and curling your hair, just to wrap it in a bun. It's small but important. I cook breakfast in the morning because you can't cook-" Fitz breaks off laughing as she smacks his arm playfully. "Kidding. We make breakfast. And then we enjoy the day, and at the end of the day, we're always tired but happy."

"I fantasize about something similar," Olivia admits. And for a moment, Fitz looks surprised, then smiles.

"Two babies, or one?"

"One, no older than two or three, but he's laughing and always smiling-"

"It's a boy?" his lips curl upward.

"Every time. And I like to think he takes after me and my good looks." she chuckles.

"Hey!"

"And we're happy, so happy."

Fitz wraps his arm around, pulling closer. He inhales her scent, tears threaten his eyes. He takes a deep breath. "I love you, Livvie."

She lays her head on his shoulder, fighting back the tears. "I love you too," She whispered.

"Are you tired?" Fitz asks; she nods.

He stands, reaching out to take the sleeping girl. When he lifted her, Olivia noticed a puddle of drool on her coat. Fitz looks apprehensive, knowing how critical Olivia is about her clothes, but she brushes it off, pushing off the carpet. She picked up Teddy, and her Fitz walked them to the nursery.

He knew it was a long shot, asking Olivia to stay the night, but he also knew he needed her tonight. Everyone in the white house is paid to worry about Fitz. What he needs. What he wants. And all he can worry about is what Olivia wants and needs.

They have to cut through the residence to get out of the nursery. Fitz slides his hand into hers, savoring the warmth of her palm. He swallowed hard, working up the courage to ask. But before he can get a chance, Olivia drops his hand, and she walks into the bathroom wordless. Seconds later, the water cuts on. Olivia emerges fifteen minutes later wrapped in his terry cloth robe and a small towel in an updo on her head.

"I thought you'd join me," she says with a smirk.

"I- You're staying here, tonight?" his brow furrowed.

"If that's alright."

"That's more than okay," he said quickly.

"Okay." She moved past him and into his closet; she grabbed his gray navy shirt off the shelf and pulled it over her head, the hem touching just the tops of her knees. Then she heard the shower come on, smiling to herself.

Fitz emerged, a towel draped around his waist, chest still wet, hair damp. Olivia was already established under the comforter. Just waiting for him. He turned, going to the closet, throwing on a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and a dark blue t-shirt. Slipping under the covers, Olivia immediately pressed her feet to his legs, stealing his body heat.

"Just hold me for the night," she said tenderly.

"Whatever you want," Fitz nodded as he encircled her in his embrace, smelling his body wash and shampoo on her. He liked it. Olivia threw her leg over his and her arm around his waist; she wanted to be closer. For now, this was the closest they could get.

"Go to sleep. I promise I'll be here in the morning." Fitz kissed her forehead and he felt her body relax into his.

Okay, this has been on my mind forever. I always wanted more of Olivia and Fitz being godparents. And this was what I came up with. Hope you all enjoy it, I know I pop in and out from time to time. But only because I still love and appreciate my readers.

Tell me if yall would have wanted to see this in the show.

Leave a review and I might leave another drabble laying about ;)