Chapter Twenty-Six: What The F* #

One Month Later…
July

Olivia had never driven a car so fast in all her life. She disregarded every traffic sign and warning. The cars in front of her just weren't going fast enough for even as she weaved through them from lane to lane. Olivia was on a mission, a purpose. She needed to get to New York city, she needed to get to her sister.

Hours before, Olivia had been relaxing at home after a long day at work. The gallery had been busy that particular morning. Ever since Olivia appeared on the cover of both Elle and Vogue magazine, business had really picked up. Olivia didn't even think this many people were still interested in fine art these days. How many people do you know that regularly went to art galleries and shopped and not just looked.

She had gotten home that day and decided to clean up a bit. Her house wasn't a mess, but it was slightly cluttered. She cleaned the living room first, then her kitchen and downstairs bathroom. When she was done with downstairs, she went upstairs to clean. Her room was really the only room that needed to be cleaned. Since Fitz hadn't been to visit her in a while, she hadn't been tidying up like she normally did in preparation for his visits.

Now her room had clothes thrown everywhere, the bed hadn't been made in days and she'd brought some of her work from her office to her bedroom. Olivia went to work picking the clothes up off the floor and getting them to the laundry room along with her bed sheets. She organized her work and took it back to her office. Dusted a bit, organized her shelves and closet and finally vacuumed. By time she was done, she was beyond tired, but she as determined to finish, because she knew if she stopped now, it would be a couple of days before she started again.

Cleaning her bathroom was the worst. Olivia didn't realize just how many hair care products she had, until she spent half an hour trying to get them all organized in her cabinets. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the floor, organizing under her sink, when something caught her attention. She picked up a box of tampons to check if she needed to buy another box soon. She was shocked to find the box practically still full. She didn't remember buying any knew boxes recently, so this box shouldn't be almost full.

Olivia put the tampons close to the back of her cabinet, and kept on organizing. But even as she kept cleaning, something didn't feel quite right. And whenever she tried to think about what could possibly be wrong, she kept going back to that full box of tampons, but she kept dismissing it.

Then, just as she finished organizing her cabinet and was closing the doors, her brain just went off. She stopped dead in her tracks. She moved like the speed of light snatching that same box of tampons back out the cabinet. A full box of tampons. Why haven't I been using them? Carrying the box with her, Olivia hurried to her bedroom. She raced to her dresser and snatched her phone off its charger. She pulled up her calendar and began counting the days. She was trying to remember her last menstrual cycle, but she couldn't remember.

She vaguely remembered, or thought, she got her period right before her birthday. She remembered being glad Fitz wasn't with her, so she didn't have to explain why they couldn't have sex. But that was before May. We're in July now. I haven't had a period in three months? No that can't be right. Olivia was really beginning to panic, all sorts of reasons were floating in her head and she didn't like any of them.

Her menstrual cycle has never been regular, for as long as she could remember. It was normal for her to go a month, maybe two, without getting her period. But she's never gone three months without getting her period.

"No. No. No." Olivia repeated, walking in circles around her room. She was going to the worst case scenarios, one of them being she was pregnant. It may not be devastating news, but it certainly wasn't something she wanted to hear right now. And the more she thought about it, the more she thought she could be right. She's been nauseous a lot lately.

"But that was just from work." Olivia spoke out loud to herself. In fact, Olivia hadn't thrown up in a couple of weeks, which was about the same amount of time since she finished her hotel project. That little discovery was comforting, but not enough. "Oh my God. Olivia what is wrong with you? How could you not notice this before?" She was still talking to herself, and still walking in circles.

She didn't know what to do now. Does she go get a pregnancy test or was she overreacting. Her periods have never been regular, maybe this was all it was. Could she really have been pregnant for months and not know?

X

"This is a nice place."

"Thanks." Don't get comfortable. Is what Alex really wanted to tell her current guest. Alex had picked up some girl in a bar she'd just left. Her name was Ashley, she thinks, couldn't really be sure. Alex didn't bother learning it, because she wasn't going to see this woman again, at least that's how she planned it. That's typically how all one night stands worked out.

"Is there like, anymore to this house?" Ashley asked, twirling her hair around her finger. Yes, Ashley was a bit on the dumb side. Alex had learned that, when Ashley told her about her hellish experience of getting stuck on an escalator for hours. But hey, Alex didn't judge, because after all, you don't have to be an A+ student to have sex. Plus, Ashley was cute. That's what attracted Alex to her in the first place, that and her fishnet stockings.

"Yes, those are stairs. For going upstairs." Alex said, pouring herself a drink to get through the night.

"Cool." Ashley took off her jacket, and tossed it on the kitchen bar. "So are we gonna do this or what?"

"Give me a minute." Alex downed the rest of her drink, before walking over to where Ashley stood by the doorway.

"Just so you know, I don't do rough stuff. And no biting, scratching, smacking or leaving any visible marks on my body. It's a temple, and I intend to keep it pure."

"Pure? Really? You were knocking back vodka shots when I met you."

"Whatever."

Alex had just backed Ashley into a wall, kissing her, when they both jumped at someone loudly banging on the front door. It scared Alex so much she bit Ashley's lip.

"What the hell?!" Ashley yelled out in pain, holding her bottom lip.

"Shut up." Alex tentatively made her way to the door. She didn't want to answer it, no having any idea who could be banging on her door like this at eleven o'clock at night. She grabbed the baseball bat she now kept near the door ever since Quinn moved out and she was by herself. She was about to ask who it was, when the person on the other side yelled out.

"Alex it's Olivia! I don't have my key, let me in!"

"Uh, who the fuck is Olivia?" Ashley asked with a hand on her hip.

"My sister."

"She better be. I'll cut her."

So Ashley was a little crazy too. And that weirdly turned Alex on. Putting the bat away, Alex unlocked the door and opened it for Olivia. Liv came in like a blur, rushing straight passed her and into the living room.

"Alex I'm freaking out, I'm freaking out!" Olivia passed around in rapid circles in the living room.

"Olivia what's wrong?" Alex questioned her sister, she hadn't seen her this anxious in years. Not since middle school, when she froze up on stage at their seventh grade talent show. They were supposed to sing a song they'd wrote together, but Olivia got a sudden case of stage fright and ran off. When Alex caught up to her, she was throwing up her lunch in the trash bin. She'd only had two more panic attacks since then, and Alex hoped she wasn't having one now. She really didn't feel like cleaning vomit out of her carpet.

"I'm freaking out!" Olivia repeated, still pacing in circles. After finding those tampons in her cabinet and realizing there was a chance she was pregnant, Olivia panicked. She only grabbed her keys and wallet off her table, before she was out the door and on the road to her sister's house.

"I can see that Liv. Look calm down and just tell me what happened. Are you hurt? Did something happen to you?"

"No. Well maybe, I don't know."

"Olivia you aren't making sense. What's wrong?"

Olivia stopped pacing, long enough to answer her sister. "I might be pregnant."

"What?" Alex asked. She wasn't as shocked as Olivia thought she would be. Her tone was actually amused.

"Alex I'm serious."

Alex looked at her sister's face, and knew this was no joke. "Woah. Are you… How? Why do you think…"

"I was cleaning the house and I found a box of tampons in the bathroom. It was practically full, like I hadn't used them in months. Then it got me thinking…. Alex I haven't had my period since before our birthday."

Alex's eyes got wide. "Olivia what the fuck? That's three months ago. How could you not notice not getting your period for three months?"

"Alex I've never been regular you know that. I can go a month, sometimes two months without getting it."

"Oh same here honey. It's a blessing and a curse." Ashley spoke out, giving her unwanted two cents. Olivia gave her sister a 'who is she' look, and Alex just rolled her eyes.

"Okay Liv, do you realize this could mean you're already three months pregnant. Liv, you're already out of your first trimester. This is the time women start telling their families they're pregnant, not just finding out themselves. What are you auditioning for TLC's I didn't know I was pregnant?" Alex laughed.

"Alex this isn't funny!"

Alex was still laughing. "Liv how could you not know you were pregnant for three months?"

"I've never been pregnant."

"Well don't speak so soon." Olivia was three seconds from smacking that smile of Alex's face. "But seriously Liv. How could you not know?"

"I don't know Lex, but I need to find out for sure so I can stop panicking over potentially nothing."

"I think I have a test under the sink in the bathroom." Alex told her, and Olivia took off to the bathroom to find the pregnancy test.

"How long is this going to take?" Ashley asked with an attitude. "I didn't come home with you to talk pregnancy tests."

"Be quiet."

"Alex!"

"What?! What happened? You got the results back that quick?"

"No! And I won't, because this freaking test is expired!"

"Oh, my bad."

"Your bad?"

"Well Liv why did you just get a test from home? Why'd you drive two hours to take a pregnancy test?"

"Why do you have a pregnancy test anyway, you're a lesbian!"

"Uh I'm bisexual thank you."

"Woah what?" Ashley spoke once again, Olivia was getting annoyed with her presence. "Bisexual? You told me you were a lesbian."

"That's what bisexual means." Alex said.

"No, it means you're wishy-washy. And I don't do wishy-washy or girls who do dick." Ashley looked her up and down. "Gross. I have standards."

"Standards? I picked you up at a bar."

"Whatever, you're a dick loving freak and I'm leaving." Ashley took her clutch off the back of the couch. "Besides, you're way too butch for me anyway." Ashley turned on her heel and walked out the front door.

"Did that skank just call me a butch?"

"Alex I don't care."

"I am nowhere near butch, look at me."

"Alex I DON'T CARE!" Olivia yelled, the last thing on her mind was Ashley. "I need to find a pregnancy test from somewhere open at eleven o'clock at night."

"Right, sorry. Um There's a corner grocery two blocks from here I think. We can get one from there."

Olivia grabbed her keys and wallet, they could take her car to the store. Alex followed behind her, noticing that Ashley forgot her jacket on the kitchen bar, she snatched it up.

"Oh she is this is cute, she is not getting this back. Butch my ass."

X

Fitz sat at his desk the next morning, feeling like crap. He'd woken up that morning, feeling the same way, it had taken him way longer than usual to get out of bed. He had a terrible headache, and the slightest movement made it worse. The first thing he did was close the shades that automatically came on every morning. He felt nauseous and thought he would throw up, but when he went to the bathroom, all he did was dry heave. Even though he wasn't feeling one hundred percent, he was determined to go to work. Fitz wasn't the type to just miss work, even if he could.

After he showered, he didn't feel any better. After he dressed, he still felt awful. Annie tried to persuade him to stay home from work but he was being stubborn. It had only taken him an hour at work for him to realize he'd made the wrong decision and should have stayed home today. He was glad he didn't have anything important on his schedule today, because he wasn't in the mood.

He tried to read over a few papers, sign some things here and there and take a few phone calls. But after an hour had passed Fitz was done. He'd already called him secretary and told her to push back anything on his schedule until the next day. Hopefully this migraine would be gone by then.

Fitz drove himself straight home and changed out of his work clothes and took some medicine Annie brought for his migraine. He tried to call Olivia before he climbed in bed, but he didn't get an answer. So he told Annie and the rest of his staff not to bother him unless it was an emergency. He turned off all the lights and shades, getting it as dark as he could get it. As soon as his head hit the pillow. His eyes closed and he was sleeping.

X

"Maybe I should take another."

"Babe you've taken five and they all have the same results."

"Yeah, but I could've gotten a false positive."

"You peed on five different pregnancy test Olivia. What's the odds that all five brands came out wrong?"

"It could happen."

"I don't think it did Olivia. It's time to face the music hon." Alex out her hand on her sister shoulder. "You've got a bun in the oven."

Tears immediately sprang in Olivia's eyes. Some were tears of joy, but the majority of them were tears of sadness and fear. As much as Olivia wanted to be a mother, she didn't want it right now. She wasn't ready for a baby, she wasn't ready to be someone's mother. And she hadn't even thought about how Fitz would feel about all this. Just last month he'd told her he didn't want kids and now here she is pregnant and possibly already three months pregnant with his child.

What would he think? What would he say? Obviously I didn't do this on purpose, but would he think that way? Would this break their relationship?

"What do I do now?" Olivia asked, with her head on his sister's lap. They were sitting on the edge of her bed. Alex had been waiting there, while Olivia peed on the pregnancy test.

Alex gently rubbed Olivia head in comfort. "I have no idea. First I guess we should call a doctor or something? I don't really know a number of one, but I'm sure we can find one in a phone book. If I can find it. You know what, google is much better." Alex was slightly rambling. "And that doctor can give you some prenatal pill or what not. You've already been going all this time without taking anything, and we don't want a baby with a pinhead."

Olivia laughed despite herself. "My baby's not going to have a pinhead."

"Let's hope. We've already got a problem if the kid has his father's eyebrows, or lack thereof."

"Hey! Fitz has eyebrows, they're thin and light, but they're there."

"Hey, I didn't say he wasn't handsome, I just said he doesn't have eyebrows. Don't worry Liv, your kid is going to be cute." Olivia smiled. "Because she'll look like her auntie of course."

Olivia sat up with a smile on her face, leave it to her sister to cheer her up every time. "Yeah well we look just alike, so my baby will look like it's mother." Olivia hadn't realized she as rubbing her stomach, until Alex put her hand over hers.

"Holy crap Cheeks. You're pregnant."

"Yeah."

"There's a baby in there."

"Yeah."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes and no." Olivia answered honestly. "Is that bad?"

Alex shook her head. "Of course not. You're allowed to be nervous or scared, it's you're first baby. And this wasn't exactly something you planned."

"No it isn't."

"How do you think Fitz will take the news?"

Olivia groaned, and laid back against the bed, hoping it would swallow her whole. She was not looking forward to telling Fitz anything. He was not going to be happy, she already knew that. She just hoped that he didn't overreact or say or do something they both would regret.

"He's not going to like this Lex."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because only a month ago, he specifically told me that he didn't want kids. Like ever. And now, I'm going to have to tell him I'm pregnant."

"He'll come around. Fitz loves you, and he might not like the idea of being a father right now, but it'll grow on him."

"You think?"

"Sure. So when are you going to tell him?"

Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. You think I should wait until I see a doctor, just in case we're wrong."

"Olivia you've got five positive pregnancy tests over there. You're definitely pregnant. Besides, if you tell him now, he can go with you to your appointment. You're first appointment should be something the both of you share together."

"What if he doesn't want to go?"

"Then I'll go with you. And on the way back home, I'll key his car."

Olivia laughed again, having no doubt that given the chance, Alex would do just as she said. "I love you Lex." Olivia hugged her sister.

"I love you too."

"I guess I should call his secretary and see if he has some free time in his schedule for me to stop by." Olivia was being a lot calmer than she expected. She'd had a breakdown, and she was still overwhelmed and in shock, but she was handling this a lot better than she expected. She just hoped Fitz's reaction was something similar. Olivia loved him and didn't want this to come between them, but if she had to make the decision between Fitz and this baby, it would be an easy choice for her. From here on out, her entire life would be devoted to this child, and no one would come before him or her.

X

"Annie I said not disruptions please." Fitz groaned from the bed, with the duvet pulled over his head. He specifically told everyone not to bother him, and yet here they were making noise in his room. He was about to yank the covers off and yell at whoever had come into his room without so much as a knock on the door. But before he could, someone pulled the corner of the blanket down, exposing his face. Fitz squinted one eye open, and smiled at what he saw. Olivia stood there with a small smile on her face.

"Hi." She whispered, Annie informed Olivia that Mr. Grant had a migraine when she answered the door.

"Hi." Fitz croaked back. He hadn't been out of bed since he came back from the office and he was glad to see Olivia, he didn't even know she was in the city. Fitz wasn't the type of man that reverted back to his youth when he was sick or didn't feel well. But right now, all he wanted was someone to cuddle and hold onto while he slept, like he mother used to do to him when he was a boy.

"I hear someone isn't feeling well." She put her hand on his forehead, brushing his curls out the way. "Do you need anything?" Olivia had planned on telling Fitz outright about the baby. But when she discovered he wasn't at the office and found out he was sick when she got to his place, her plans changed. She wanted him healthy and alert when she told him about the baby.

Fitz didn't speak, but only pulled the duvet back so she could climb in bed beside him. After she kicked off her shoes, Olivia climbed in bed beside Fitz. He pulled her close to him and laid his head on her chest. Olivia wrapped her arms around him, one hand playing with his hair at the nape of his neck and the other running up and down his arm. Within minutes, she heard his breathing even out and knew he'd fallen back asleep. And since Olivia had been up since Olivia had been up since late afternoon yesterday, it wasn't hard for her to close he eyes to rest either. She went to sleep, with visions of her swollen belly and Fitz talking to her belly and giving it sweet kisses.

X

Hours later, Olivia woke up still in bed with Fitz. He was still cuddled into her side, snoring heavily. The noise was actually what woke her up. Fitz wasn't a loud snorer, unless he was beyond tired when he went to bed. And now with him being sick, and working so hard, Olivia knew he must've been tired. She also knew he probably hadn't eaten anything since this morning. It was now late afternoon, so she thought she'd get up and make him something quick to eat before he got up.

Carefully slipping from his grasp, Olivia got out of the bed, stretching out her aching muscles. She didn't realize how tired she was either, that drive from Sag Harbor didn't do her any good either. After she went to the bathroom and relieved her bladder, Olivia headed to the kitchen. She said a few hello's n passing, to the housekeepers along the way. Olivia didn't think she'd ever get use to staying in a home with housekeepers. Although they weren't there twenty-four hours out of the day, it felt like it. It was so strange to her to live in a house with strangers just roaming and popping up like magic when called.

Olivia definitely had a different upbringing than Fitz. There were no housekeepers when she was growing up. No cooks, no one coming in behind her to make her bed in the morning. She and Alex did that themselves, took out the trash, cleaned their rooms, bathrooms and any other chores their mother made them do.

When she got to the kitchen, Olivia frowned, seeing Annie there reading a magazine. It wasn't that she disliked Annie, Olivia just wasn't that familiar with her. She was more comfortable with Ms. Betty. Maybe because she was older, and reminded Olivia so much of the older women in her family.

"Good morning Ms. Pope."

Olivia sighed, she'd given up trying to get Annie to call her anything other than Ms. Pope. "Hi Annie. How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you. Can I get you anything?"

"No, I was actually just about to make Fitz something to eat for when he got up."

"Oh I can do that. I could make chicken parm."

"No, That's alright. I'd rather do it, and I was thinking more of a sandwich. He's not feeling too well, he probably won't want a big meal."

Annie relented, she really hated when people tried to do her job. She liked Olivia she did, but she hated when she came over and tried to run things. "Of course. There's plenty of ingredients in the fridge. Mr. Grant's favorite is-"

"Avocado BLT with a fried egg and extra bacon on sourdough. I know." Olivia knew cooking was part of Annie's job description, but she could make a sandwich for her man. It was only a sandwich.

After Annie walked out the kitchen, Olivia washed her hands, and got out everything she needed to make Fitz's sandwich. Olivia still wasn't a master chef, but she was getting better. Besides, you don't need talent to make a BLT sandwich. Olivia put Fitz's bacon on the griddle on the stove, and sliced the tomato and lettuce and avocado. Her only real challenge was the fried egg. It had taken Olivia several attempts in the past to make a fried egg, but she'd finally got the hang of it and was proud to say she had perfected the fried egg.

About six minutes later, Olivia was arranging Fitz's sandwich onto a plate and tray she was going to carry to the bedroom. She hoped Fitz was feeling better and was in a good mood when he woke up. Because they needed to talk. But before she could carry the tray off, Fitz was walking into the kitchen shirtless, with bed hair and rubbing the sleep out his eyes.

"Ugh, I was supposed to bring this to you in bed." Olivia whined at her foiled plans.

"Sorry, I smelled bacon." Fitz smiled, and sat down on a bar stool in front of where Olivia stood. "Is that for me?" His smile grew. He was feeling much better. His migraine wasn't completely gone, but it had calmed down a great deal.

"Yes it is." Olivia gave him the plate with the sandwich. "I see you're feeling better."

Fitz had already taken a big bite from the sandwich before he spoke. "I am." Olivia reached over and wiped some chipotle mayo off the corner of his mouth. "That nap really did some good."

Olivia headed over to the fridge to grab Fitz a water. "I'm glad." She really was glad. Because she still ad to tell him she was pregnant, and she didn't want to tell him that when he wasn't feeling well or was in a bad mood. She already didn't anticipate a happy reaction from him, she didn't want to stack the odds against her any more.

Olivia didn't outright tell Fitz her news, she waited a while. Let him finish his sandwich, which didn't take long thanks to the large bites he was taking, and finish off his water. She stood on the other side of the bar, watching him the entire time. She didn't show it on her face, but on the inside, she was nothing but a ball of nerves. She was mentally preparing her speech, not knowing exactly how she was going to break the news to Fitz.

She had been staring so hard, that she didn't notice Fitz trying to talk to her. "Liv."

"Huh? What?"

Fitz chuckled. "I said what's wrong? You've been dazed for like the past five minutes."

Olivia shook her head, trying to get rid of the awkwardness and nerves. "Nothing." That didn't sound convincing, and judging by Fitz's face, he didn't think so either.

"Olivia you are a terrible liar, at least when you're lying to me you are." He was right, when it came to him, Olivia couldn't lie. He saw right through her, and it was only because he knew her so well. "What's wrong?"

Olivia knew she needed to just come out and say it. It wasn't as if she could keep it a secret, eventually they would have to have this talk. And Olivia preferred it be now, instead of months from now, when she comes home with a baby.

Olivia exhaled, getting her thoughts together and working up the courage to utter those two faithful words. "Fitz we need to talk."

Fitz immediately grew alarmed. Normally, when a woman started off with 'we need to talk' it generally wasn't about anything good. And most of the time it was a break-up. "Okay."

"I'm pregnant."

It was almost as if Fitz hadn't heard what Olivia said. She was waiting for a reaction from Fitz, any reaction, but she didn't get one. His face remained emotionless, she couldn't get a read on him.

"Did you hear me?"

Fitz blinked. Did he hear her? "Olivia that's not funny."

"Believe me Fitz, I wish I was joking."

Fitz was at a loss for words. Pregnant? How could she be pregnant? This wasn't not what he wanted to hear. "How did… how did this happen?"

Olivia nervously laughed. "Fitz you're a smart man, I think you know how it happened."

Fitz stood up from the bar chair. He needed to walk this off, he needed some air, he didn't know what he needed. Pregnant? That word just keep swirling around in his mind. Pregnant. With a baby, he was going to be a father. Fitz didn't know how to be a father; he didn't know the first thing to do with a baby. It was different with Teddy, Fitz could hand him over to his mother whenever. Who was he going to hand this baby over to? He couldn't just stop by for visits at someone else's house. No, this baby would be in his house. His bedroom, his bed, bathroom, living room, all over.

"What did you do?" Fitz was more so asking himself that question, but he'd spoke it out loud to where Olivia could hear him.

"Excuse me?"

Fitz went with it for whatever reason, and asked again. "What did you do?"

"What did I do? Fitz's you're not a dumb man, I'm sure you realize it takes two for a woman to get pregnant. I wasn't laying in that bed by myself when we made this baby." Was he serious? How dare he try and make this all her fault. "Look I don't want a baby right now either, but that's when happens when you have unprotected sex over and over again."

"Olivia I don't want a baby."

"Yeah I know, I got that loud and clear the first time you told me." Olivia was beginning to lose her cool. She expected a little pushback, but she didn't expect such a cold reaction from Fitz. "And if you didn't want a baby Fitz, then you should have actually used some of those condoms you bought."

Fitz stopped pacing, and stood still with his arms crossed. "So you want me to believe that it's just a coincidence that you get pregnant just one month after I tell you I don't want kids."

Olivia didn't like what he was implying. "I don't care what you believe Fitz, but that's the truth. And anyway, its not like I immediately got pregnant right after you said that."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm possibly already two or three months pregnant. Don't you dare make it seem like I'm trying to trap you with a kid."

"It's happened before."

"Oh right Fitz, because you're such a celebrity that women are just throwing themselves at you, hoping to have your baby." Fitz flared his nostrils and that vein in his neck begin to bulge, a clear sign that he was getting angry. "Look Fitz, I know this wasn't in the plan for either one of us. I know I said I wanted kids one day, but I didn't know one day would come so soon. But I happened, I'm pregnant and we have to deal with the fact that in a few short months, we're going to have to raise a child."

"Olivia I don't know the first thing about raising children. What the hell am I supposed to do?!"

"Be a man and figure it out!"

"How do I even know the kid is mine?!" Fitz shouted, and immediately when the question left his lips he knew he'd gone too far. He didn't even know why he said that. Fitz knew Olivia would never step out on him, he knew she wasn't that type of woman. He just wasn't thinking, and said the first dub thin that popped in his head.

If looks could kill, Fitz would be six feet under right now. Olivia was beyond pissed; she had never wanted to hit someone more than she wanted to punch Fitz right now. How dare he? He's basically calling me a whore right now. I've only been with one man in my entire life and he knows that!

Olivia didn't know what to do with herself right now. She feared if she spoke right now, she would saw something she would regret, so she said nothing. Her fist remained balled at her sides, and she willed herself not to swing in Fitz's direction. She didn't think men should hit women, but she also didn't condone women hitting on men either, just because they were angry.

Olivia waited for Fitz to say something, anything. More like an apology for being such an ass. But it never came. He just stood just as still as she was, and just as quiet Fitz wasn't trying to take back what he said, and she wasn't getting that apology anytime soon either. Realizing this, Olivia decided it was time for her to go.

As she walked passed him, Fitz made an attempt to stop her by grabbing her arm, but Olivia was so quick to snatch it away from him.

"Olivia."

"Fuck you." Olivia's voice was so menacing, and her eyes were so hard and harsh. This was a side of Olivia Fitz had never seen. She was angry, beyond angry, there wasn't even a name for the level of angry Olivia was on. And she cursed! Fitz hated that he was the cause that drove Olivia so close to anger that she actually cursed. Fitz learned he didn't like the way it sounded coming from her mouth, especially not directed at him.

When Olivia snatched away from him, Fitz didn't try to stop her again. He figured he'd let her go to another room and cool off. But when as he sat back down on the bar stool, he heard the elevator chime and the doors open.

"Olivia." Fitz called out to her, jogging towards the doors, but by time he got there, the doors were already closing. "Dammit." Still shirtless and without shoes, Fitz went to the other elevator, the one that lead to the lobby, Olivia was in the one that went directly to the parking garage. Fitz would've have had a better chance at catching up to Olivia, had it not been for the people who stopped the elevator on their floor to go down.

By the time he got the parking garage, the space Olivia normally parked in was empty and he didn't see her car in any of the other spaces. He reached for his cellphone in his pocket, but then remembered he was in pajamas. "Shit!"

Fitz went back up to the penthouse to get his cellphone and immediately called Olivia. He didn't want her out by herself, and driving while she was upset. He called her cell, and it rang out until he got her voicemail. He called two more times and got her voicemail again. He didn't know it, but Olivia had forgotten her cellphone back at her house in Sag Harbor, so she couldn't answer it even if she wanted to.

Fitz knew he fucked up. He knew he went above and beyond a fuck up, he didn't even know what to call it. Now, Olivia had stormed out, he had no idea where she was going and she wasn't answering his calls. All he could think about right now, was the way Olivia looked at him. She'd never looked at him that way before. She never looked that way at anyone before. It was pure hatred he say on her face, and it killed Fitz to know that was directed to him.

He didn't mean to say the things he said. It was just a mixture of his shock and fear, that got the better of him. Fitz didn't know that first thing on how to raise a child. Being and uncle and being a father are two drastically different things. It was one thing to play with the kid for a few hours, give him a bottle or two. But it was another thing to now have to go above and beyond that. His mother wasn't coming back for him in a few hours, no you were stuck with this kid for the next eighteen years.

What if he did something wrong? What if this kid turned out to be the worst thing in humanity all because of the way he raised him? Fitz didn't want that kind of pressure. It was selfish, he knew, but he couldn't help it.

What a fucking day he was having. He found out he was going to be a father and possibly lost his girlfriend all in one day. And it still wasn't over for him. Fitz knew he wouldn't be going to sleep tonight, until he got in touch with Olivia and knew she was okay.

This chapter wasn't that long, but I wanted to cut it off here and pick up where we left off in the next chapter.

So Olivia's pregnant… I know I got a few PM and reviews from people that didn't want Olivia to be pregnant, but sorry she is. I had planned for her to become pregnant all along, I just hadn't made up my mind when exactly that would happen. Until ow that is. I just love drama in stories, and I like making things way more complicated than it has to be, it's what I live for. So Olivia's pregnant and Fitz is being a scared asshole about it.

Also, like I said in another story of mine (Nature V Nurture) I'm not a doctor, nor have I ever been pregnant. So I don't know personally how a woman can be pregnant for months and not know it, but I did read that it was possible. Rare, but possible.

Also, I have no idea when the next update will be. I would like to tell you it will be soon, but I don't want to lie to you. I don't get paid for this, and I have an actual paying job to worry about. So this isn't my top priority like I would like it to be. But I can promise you that I won't just stop updating all together. It might be a week or two or more (don't judge me) but I will update again. So until then…

Catch You Later...