A/N: This idea actually came from a friend - JustaFan - who expressed interest in wanting to see Olivia earn Fitz (If you want me, EARN ME). So this is my attempt at that. I chose this AU version of Olitz because it seemed the most fitting for this storyline.

I'm on spring break and in social distancing, so hey I've got some time right now. Who knows what i'll get to upload next. Hope everyone is staying healthy and well.

Enjoy...kinda?


Earn Me, Pt 1.

Olivia didn't consider herself a selfish lover. Showering Fitz with affection was a favorite pastime of hers. He didn't let her often; instead choosing to overwhelm her with the most salacious of touches, but right now, she couldn't help herself. The baby budding in her belly was doing something to her body and brain. It rewired her core, causing Olivia to go fully primal and unleash her most carnal desires.

Her knuckles turned purple from gripping the headboard so hard. Her own moans drowning out the sound of Fitz's beneath her. Every now and then she'd growl out a demand of "tighter" while grounding her pelvis into his. She wanted – no needed – him to grip her ass tighter, force himself in deeper, create more friction for her to work against. None of his usual gentle touches or languid kisses sufficed. She didn't want softness, she wanted rough.

"I don't want to hurt you, Oli—"

"You won't. Me or the baby, just do—" Suddenly she was on her back, her legs over Fitz's shoulders. He slammed into her without warning. His pace was punishing, relentless. Her voice kicked up an octave. A low, raspy moan pulled from throat. Finally. "Harder."

Fitz obliged. The bed creaked beneath their combined weight. Olivia threw her head back, the familiar tightness budding in her belly. She was dizzy. Overwhelmed even as she felt one of Fitz's hands close around her left breast, pinching the nipple to a bud. Suddenly bursts of color exploded behind her eyelids. She yelped and tossed her head back as her legs began to shake. Her hips moved of their own accord and then warmth flooded her lower belly and pelvis. She was boneless. Fitz's sweaty body collapsed on top of hers, but only briefly. Seconds later his weight was gone.

Mustering what strength, she could Olivia opened her eyes to find Fitz next to her. His chest rose and fell. His eyes were closed, and his hair jutted out in several different directions. Olivia worked to regain her breath, closing her legs as the stickiness seeped into her skin. God, she needed that.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Fitz asked. His hand came to rest on the four month and some change swell of her belly.

"Oh baby, no. Not even a little bit. We feel much better." Her hand found his. "Daddy…"

A goofy grin slipped across his face. "Don't call me daddy. You know It does things to me and I have to get back to work."

Ever since finding out that he had a daddy kink on New Year's Eve, she lived to set him off by muttering just that one word. She sighed at his mention of work. Since finding out she was pregnant and leaving her firm, she'd been going crazy. She felt cooped up – caged. If she was wasn't running errands or running after Tommy, she was left to flip through daytime TV.

"The lunch time quickie was worth the midday drive, though. Wasn't it?" Olivia teased. She sat up to see the disaster they'd made of their bed. Well, at least she had laundry to do now, right?

"It was," Fitz agreed. He sat up, too. "I'm going to grab a quick shower and then head back. Am I picking Tommy up from his playdate still?"

"Oh, uhm, my dad actually wants to take him for the weekend, so he offered to pick him up from Nina's. I thought it'd give us some good alone time." She moved to get up but stopped as she felt her stomach flutter. Her brows knotted together.

"You okay, Liv? Everything alright?" Fitz asked, he was in front of her in seconds. Despite being in her second trimester, her endometriosis meant she still wasn't out of possible loss window.

She smiled. "I am – we're good. I think she's kicking."

"She?" Fitz repeated. "We haven't gone for that ultrasound yet. That's next week. Plus, your stepmom was right about Tommy. I think she's right here, too. You are having another Grant man."

Olivia's grin widened. She wasn't going to tell him that she already knew they were having a girl. Her doctor's receptionist had slipped up earlier that morning. Plus, her stepmother's boy prediction was because Olivia had asked the other woman to lie. "Another Grant man… I think the world doesn't need any more of those."

He cut his eyes at her before bending low to kiss her belly. "Daddy's little boxer."

"Go shower babe."

"I'm going, I'm going."

/

The last three months had been good for Olivia. Her pregnancy wasn't smooth but unlike with Tommy, she didn't have her head in the toilet every day. There wasn't any intense swelling of her ankles, legs, or hands; she could eat chocolate still. Yes, it was all good. All except…she couldn't find a firm willing to take her.

Olivia was a damn good lawyer. She was a closer; the juggernaut. But the last few years she'd fallen a couple of pegs in the ranks while trying to balance her son and husband. Doors that she'd kicked down had slowly been put back in place as older, male superiors shifted work away from her desktop in the assumption she needed time to raise her family. Now she was having a hard time getting in more than five words with law firms that once salivated to have her on their team. They'd take one look at her belly tucked beneath her peplum blouse and give her the oldest brush off in the book, 'don't call us, we'll call you.'

Her phone buzzed against the granite countertop dragging her attention away from bubbling electric tea kettle. The afternoon quickie with Fitz was much needed; it'd been a nice kick of adrenaline and serotonin, but reality was quickly setting in again. She'd gotten another rejection from a law firm. This time it came with a congratulations on her pregnancy.

Olivia sighed. Again, her phone buzzed. She picked it up just as the electric kettle stopped. Starring back at her was a text from Ben. 'Got a min?' it read. 'Call me if you do. I think I've got a firm for you.'

It was stupid of her. Completely stupid, but despite Fitz's pleas, she was still talking to Ben. It'd started off as a simple 'hope you're well' text and evolved from there. She'd been sharing her job woes with Ben; saddened by the fact that he blamed himself for her leaving their former firm.

Sighing, she lifted her phone and dialed his number. He answered on the second ring. "Livvie."

"Hey, you think you've got something for me?"

"Hello, Ben, how are you doing today? Just fine, Liv. How about yourself?" His tone was teasing.

Olivia smiled. "Hi, Ben, how are you?"

He chuckled. "Thank you. Now, how are you? How's the baby?"

"She's good." Instinctively, Olivia placed a hand to her belly. "I feel like she's going to be a soccer played with the way she keeps kicking me, though."

"Her? You found out the sex already?"

She frowned, realizing that she'd let the secret slip to Ben when Fitz didn't even know. "Yeah, the nurse called me the other day to schedule another follow up and she let it slip. She didn't know that I didn't know yet."

"Wow, well congrats. I know you were itching to have a little Olivia walking around in this world. I'm certain she'll be beautiful, just like her mother."

Olivia blushed, her cheeks swelling. "Thank you. Now, what about this firm?"

"Oh, right, right. How fast can you be at Gettysburger?"

At the mere thought of her favorite restaurant, Olivia's belly rumbled. "Well, if little miss has anything to say about it, twenty minutes.

"Good. Jessica Pearson of Pearson & Shaw are interested in talking to you."

Olivia leaned against her kitchen counter, suddenly super interested in what Ben had to say. "Jessica Pearson? How'd you get Jessica Pearson to agree to talk to me?"

"I didn't get her to do anything. She's an old friend and I mentioned that you were out on the firm hunt. She asked if I could set you two up and I agreed."

"I could kiss you right now, Ben."

"I'll settle for you buying me a burger after your meeting. I told her you could be there by 3PM. That work?"

Olivia looked at the clock above her stove. It was 1:45PM. She still smelled freshly fucked, doing only the bare minimum of a cleanup job, wanting to drink some peppermint tea before she hoped into a warm bath. "I can be there."

/

Jessica Pearson was a tall woman. Statuesque and commanding. Olivia Pope knew of her from different whispers in the legal world but had never come across the woman on her own. Sitting across from her in a lively gimmick restaurant in the heart of DC.

"So," Jessica smiled, "Ben tells me that you left his firm for personal reasons?"

Olivia's smile dimmed. "Yes."

"Would those reasons be the belly under that gorgeous blouse or other ones?"

Jessica's directness caused Olivia to pause. She tilted her head, running through the last few months, and wondered how much she should say. Were the reasons she left any of Jessica's business? Briefly, her thoughts fluttered to Fitz. Again, she frowned before clearing her face. Blank eyed, Olivia answered Jessica's question. "Other ones. I can do my job while pregnant."

"Good to hear that. I think Max will find you a great addition to the team. Ben was right about you," Jessica said. She pushed away her half eaten Gettysburger.

"What'd Ben have to say?" Olivia asked. Her eyes drifted behind Jessica, to Ben, who smiled back at her.

"That you were smart, a closer. Unrelenting. Stubborn as hell and might make me regret hiring you one of these days when we're at each other's throats."

"So, I'm a ball busting harpy to him?"

Jessica swiveled in her seat and looked back at Ben. "I think. . . I think I'll leave my comments there to myself." She turned back around and sat. "I think it's safe to say that this deal is a go. I just need you to come in next Tuesday to meet Max. We never fully hire until we've both approved."

Olivia raised a brow, somewhat confused by Jessica's words but quickly recovered. She offered the older woman a small smile. "I can definitely do next Tuesday."

"We're a smaller firm – new – but we punch up. We're going to need you on your toes."

"I can do it," Olivia repeated. "I can."

Jessica smiled and stood, grabbing her tray. "I'll see you Tuesday, Mrs. Grant."

"Please, call me Olivia."

"Olivia."

They exchanged smiles. Olivia thanked Jessica for her time, and they parted ways. Once Jessica was gone, Ben stood from his table and walked over to join Olivia.

"Did you get the job?" he asked.

"I did not."

He frowned.

"I got another interview. This time with Shaw. She has to approve before I can be hired on."

"I'm glad. I hope this is a go for you. I think you'll enjoy working with she and Max."

"She said they weren't exactly hiring but you made such a strong case for me that she couldn't refuse. Why are you helping me out like this? After how we ended? After how I treated you?"

"I told you, there's no hard feelings about that."

Olivia didn't believe him. Her eyes met his and she studied his face. She looked for any sign – a quiver of the lip, a twitch of the eye – to see how he really felt. Without thinking, she set her hands on the table and began to toy with her bridal set. "You're a good man, Ben, and I wish—" her words trailed off; she didn't know how to finish them.

"I wish that I'd met you before him."

His words nearly knock Olivia's breath out of her body. They unsettled her and she gave him a small, strained smile. "Ben, my husband and I…we're good."

"I know. And that's life and I'm okay with that. I know you were having a hard time finding a position and Jessica is a good friend. I think you'll thrive at her firm. It won't be the corporate big bucks you're used to – well, not yet at least – but you'll I think you'll love it. Just think, a little Black Girl Magic in your firm every day."

Olivia laughed. "I think I still owe you a sandwich."

"I think you do."

/

Five months into Olivia's second pregnancy and Fitz straddled the line between nervous and elated. They still weren't out of danger, yet. Olivia was heading into her sixth month which just meant instead of a miscarriage, there could be a stillbirth. He'd been trying everything to keep Olivia calm and away from stress. He could see, however, that being out of job was starting to drive her insane. Despite the warnings from her doctor, Olivia needed to work, and Fitz stopped trying to talk her out of it. He knew that Olivia needed something to focus on, so he played her champion. He kept in her corner and cheered her on as firm after firm passed her over. Each rejection broke her heart a little more than the last and Fitz was determined to find her a pick-me-up. Which is why he was heading to Gettysburger before he headed home. When she was pregnant with Tommy milkshakes were Olivia's guilty pleasure. Now, with the new baby, burgers seemed to be her go-to. In the last week alone, she'd had at least six. She was a burger fiend and Fitz was more than happy to oblige.

He pulled into the Gettysburger parking lot, taking a double look at the pearl white Mercedes c300 he'd pull alongside. For a second he thought the car might belong to his wife but shrugged it off. He headed into the restaurant, towards the front counter. His eyes glimpsed the menu as he looked for something for himself to eat. He'd had enough of burgers and was in the mood for something lighter. As the counter girl asked him if he was ready to order, an all too familiar laugh caught his attention. Fitz's head turned at the sound to find Olivia sitting across from Ben. Flames filled his eyes. His fingers flexed and he saw red.

Anger and rage pumping through his blood, Fitz made a beeline for his wife and Ben. The two seemed so caught up in one another that they didn't see him coming. Fitz watched as Ben reached out a hand beneath the table, the man's hand grazing Olivia's belly. Unable to reel in his anger, Fitz imploded. His vision blurred and his body moved on its own accord. He didn't hear his wife call his name or the counter girl scream for him to stop until he'd already dragged Ben from the booth, down onto the floor. He pulled back his fist to strike but was stopped by a male restaurant worker.

He was still seething as Olivia came into focus. Tears streamed down her face and Fitz immediately went into high alert, somehow finding his calm.

"Fitz, what the hell are you doing?" she screamed.

Caught between anger and worry, he yanked his way out of the pimple faced teenager that'd somehow managed to pull him away from Ben. Aside from some dust bunnies stuck to his blazer, Ben was okay, too. Clearly shaken but okay, nonetheless.

"What am I doing?" He asked, incredulous. "Me? I came to get my wife and our baby a goddamn burger just to find her here with a man she swore she wouldn't call, see, even say hi to."

"It's not like that, Fitz. It's not like that at all," Olivia said, "he set me up on an interview for a job. That's it."

"That's all, man," Ben spoke, standing and brushing off his jacket. "I knew Olivia was still looking for a job and I had a friend who owed me a favor. I—"

Fitz lunged at Ben again but was stopped by the teenager still holding his arm back. "And what the hell do you want from her for that favor, huh?"

"Fitz!" Olivia hissed.

"Don't you fucking Fitz, me!" he growled. "He's in love with you. I see the way he looks at you and you can't seem to get that through your thick head."

"That's not fair, Fit—"

"Save your sanctimonious bullshit for someone else, Olivia." There was far more venom in Fitz's voice than he originally intended. His anger even shocked him. Olivia's mouth dropped open and she seemed to be at a loss for words. A harsh silence fell between the couple, interrupted only by the arrival of footsteps and a foreign voice.

"Sir, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask all of you to leave or I will be forced to call the police."

Fitz turned to find a middle-aged gentleman in a navy-blue button up and black slacks. The man's tag read 'manager.' He nodded, chuckled humorlessly to himself, and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He wasn't doing this. Not again. His eyes moved from Olivia to Ben. His throat tightened and he could feel tears swell behind his eyes. How could she do this again?

Taking a deep breath, Fitz spoke, "You know what, Ben, she's all yours." Fitz raised his hands in surrender before backing out of the restaurant and to the parking lot. He could hear her footsteps behind him, following him. She was calling his name, but it didn't matter anymore.

/

The sun had long set by the time Fitz got home. He'd been spinning his wheels in the D.C streets since breaking from the restaurant, needing a break from it all. He'd gone by Eli's to check on his son, happy to find the boy elbow deep in dinosaur "fossils" with his grandfather. Now it was time to face the music. He'd done a lot of think on his drive and he was ready to lay it all out with his wife.

He found her on the stairs that led to the second level of their home. She'd changed into a pair of sweatpants and his old navy t-shirt. Any other night and the look of her in his clothes would've caused him to sweep her off her feet and to bed. Right now, though, he almost couldn't bear the sight of her.

"I've been calling you," she said.

"I turned my phone off." He tossed his keys into the glass bowl by the front door.

"We need to talk," she continued, standing. His shirt stuck to her swelling belly. "What you saw this afternoon…"

He shook his head. "No. You don't get to explain it. You don't get to tell me that I didn't see what I saw."

"Fitz."

"No. I don't know what it is with you and this man but I'm tired of wondering whether or not you're lying to me about seeing him. When did you two start speaking again?"

She didn't respond, prompting Fitz to chortle. He smiled to himself. "That's what I thought."

Tears swelled her eyes and her bottom lip quivered. "I don't want him, I don't. I don't love him."

"You might not love him, but there's something there you need to sort out with him. Something I can't help you with." It was a stark realization he came to on his drive but one he stood behind.

"I don't want him, Fitz, I want you. You're my husband. You're the father of my children. It's you, baby. Please. I just needed help finding a firm and Ben…"

"If you want me as much as you say you do, Olivia, then earn me. If not, let me go." He challenged, bypassing her on the steps. "I'll be in Tommy's room."