AN: Over five hundred reviews? Wow...thank you so much. :) Scandal is so close and that trailer brought me to tears. I'm so excited. enjoy this chapter. Oh, and there is a time jump here as well.

'Who, being loved, is poor?'

- Oscar Wilde

February 14th, 2017

5:45 PM

Olivia's POV

I stand behind my dorm room door. I know who is on the other side and I am so happy to see him.

Fitz and I have been really good about seeing each other more. When we came back from Italy last year and summer was winding down to an end, I was so scared that distance and our busy lives would destroy us. And then Fitz came by to Stanford and surprised for our one year anniversary. On top of that, we spent the whole winter break together. We didn't get a chance to go anywhere, only because we had been bombarded with schoolwork, but just being near each other was enough. We bought a little plastic Christmas tree in his Los Angeles apartment, made microwave hot chocolate and watched holiday movies. It was the best Christmas of my life.

I still haven't heard from my dad. It's been over a year. That's crazy but in a way, it may be also easier. I know now to let go. I don't know why he got so angry that one day two years ago but I know that he won't forgive me and there is really no point in trying to justify what I did that night. I am not that type of person anymore. Don't get me wrong - I still party and I still drink and it's sometimes difficult for me to not take drugs when offered...but I am better.

And I owe that to one person and that's not my father. It's the guy behind the other side of this door.

I open it and smile. Like I said, we've been good about seeing each other more often, so I just saw him one month ago. But that doesn't mean I am any less ecstatic when I see him in front of me, in a navy blue t shirt with jeans holding a plastic wrapped bouquet of red roses.

I wrap my arms around him and embrace him tightly, although he can't exactly hug back while juggling roses and his bag. I inhale the warm scent of his cologne. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Fitz somehow manages to hold me tightly with one arm. "You too, Livvy."

We just stay like that for a moment before I lift my head up and press my mouth against his. I kiss him deeply and that is when I realize it. When I realize the undeniable feeling of home.

"You look good," Fitz collapses on my bed and watches me as I put the roses in a vase. "Scratch that, you look beautiful."

Abby was kind enough to stay with David's for a few days so it's just me and Fitz for a whole weekend. Well, me, Fitz and a shit load of homework for both of us.

I look at him and smile softly. He grins at me and holds out his hand. "Come here."

I walk towards him and hold his hand, but he pulls me in so I am on top of him, straddling him. He sits up and holds me tightly in his lap. "Let me take you out tonight."

I motion towards my desk. "Stanford schoolwork calls. I have so much work to do, I don't even want to think about it."

"Then don't think about it," Fitz offers with a grin, leaning in to kiss me.

I rest my hands on his neck and lightly pull away. "Fitz..."

"Liv," Fitz pushes me up against his body slightly so he can slide his hands under me. He presses his lips against the base of my neck. "What's wrong?"

I rest my hands on top of his broad shoulders. "I'm might get my period, like, today. We can't."

Fitz looks more confused than disappointed. He knows I wouldn't lie to him. If I didn't want to have sex, I would literally just say it point blank. But I do. I just haven't gotten my period for a while and I'm on edge because I haven't gotten my period. I don't want to get into it, only to feel blood a few seconds later. That would be gross. I know some people have sex while on their periods and I'm not judging, them but it's a no for me.

"Baby, what do you mean you 'might'?"

I shrug. "I just might. I don't when I'm gonna get it, but if not by today or tomorrow, definitely sometime around this week. I'm not sure. I haven't gotten it, ever since you came around last month."

"That's weird," Fitz says slowly, looking me in the eye.

I shake my head. "I know what you're thinking, but it's not the case. It's impossible." I pat his shoulder. "And since I might start bleeding any minute now, you might wanna get me off your lap."

Fitz laughs and helps me off him. "Do you have, you know...products?"

"Abby was just on hers, so probably not," I lean back against my headboard. "I should probably run to CVS."

Fitz looks at me and kisses my cheek. "I'll go for you."

I smile at him. I'm glad he is not disappointment, but not exactly surprised. He's just that type of guy. Besides, we go at it like crazy every time he is over and after I get my period, it'll probably be the same. "Thank you."

"No probably," Fitz swings his legs over the side of his bed. "You want something else? Candy, chocolate?"

"No."

Fitz looks back at me. "Livvy...do you think that maybe, there is a tiny possibility that-"

"No." I lean forward and kiss him softly. "There is no possibility, okay, baby? I'm on the pill. I can't get pregnant on the pill..."

"Okay," Fitz smiles tightly but looks kind of disappointed as he walks out of the door.

Fitz's POV

"Olivia...?" I answer the phone and pick up a red CVS basket at the same time. I walk through the automatic doors and into the pharmacy. "What's up, baby?"

Silence on the other end.

"Livvy?" I repeat, my eyes scanning the overhead signs for the aisle for feminine products. "Are you there?"

I'm about to hang up, thinking just she just accidentally butt dialed me, when she speaks in a small voice. "Fitz?"

"Yeah, I'm right here." I begin walking towards the back of the store. "You okay?"

"Um yeah..."

She doesn't say anything else. I look at the feminine products on display. "Okay, love. Tampons, pads or both? I'm thinking to get you a couple boxes of each so you and Abby will be set for a while. How does that sound?"

Nothing on the other end.

"Olivia...are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," she speaks in a barely audible voice. "I was just thinking...um, when you were last here, did we um...you know? Have sex?"

"You don't remember?" I smirk. "Yes, we had sex. Amazing, mind blowing sex."

"On the last night?"

I wrinkle my eyebrows. Something's definitely not right here. "Yes. On the last night. Olivia...is everything okay?"

"I told you, yes," she pauses. "Maybe. Can you...go to the pregnancy test aisle. Please?"

My heart skips a beat. "Livvy..." My voice sounds a lot calmer than I feel. "You said-"

"Yes," she speaks even quieter. "I'm probably not pregnant, okay? There is something like...less than one percent chance of me being pregnant. But I'm late and you know me. I'm never late. Fitz...please go get it."

I do. I literally run to go get it. My heart is beating so fast that I don't even know I'm still alive and functioning. I run and throw at least eight pregnancy tests into my basket, all the while my phone trembling next to my ear. "Fitz?"

"Yeah?" I manage to get out.

"What happens if I'm pregnant?"

I don't know. I honestly don't know. I don't know how to explain to my girlfriend that I, in fact, do not have all the answers. I'm always the one calming her down, telling her that everything is gonna be okay, making me promises. But I can't do that right now.

"We'll figure it out," I finally say, swallowing and walking up the store to the register.

Liv is silent as I put the tests, tampons and pads on the counter. I also throw in some Hershey bars in there. The total comes out to a small fortune but it's the last thing on my mind. The cashier looks at me like I'm ridiculous but I really couldn't care less right now. This is so surreal. I honestly don't feel like this is happening.

But it is.

"Hey, Liv?" I walk into the dorm room, trying my best to even my voice. My suitcase is still stacked next to the door, fully packed. I didn't expect our weekend to begin like this, needless to say. "I know you said no chocolate, but I bought you some anyway."

Livvy is silent, facing the window. Her hands are resting on her flat, white tank top clad stomach. Her eyes are following the light rain falling from the sky. My eyes wander back to her stomach. If she is pregnant, she's about a month along. She's not showing at all. Do women show at one month? I don't know. I don't know anything.

I set the two CVS bags on the bed and sit down on it. I put my hand on the small of her back but she still doesn't turn to look at me.

I inhale and begin to deliver my speech I practiced in the car. "I love you. I know I tell you that a lot, but I mean it. We're so strong together. We have overcame...everything. I know this is crazy, and I know this is not what you want but we'll figure this out." I lean over and get a hold of her hand. "We will figure this out."

Liv turns around and smiles at me for the quickest moment. She wordlessly goes into the shared bathroom and I follow her, tests in hand.

"We'll be okay." I repeat for about the billionth time. I sit uncomfortably on the bathtub ledge, leaned over while Liv's pees on the seventh and final test. She's doing them all at one time and waiting for five minutes. And she's not even drinking water - she's literally just doing it and I don't know how. I think this is surreal for her too.

"What happens if I'm pregnant?" She surprises me by asking what she did on the phone.

I look up at her. I still don't have an answer. I put my hand on her bare thigh. "I don't know. I just...don't."

Liv looks up in front of her, in deep thought. Her mouth forms into a small smile. "Do you remember the first time you were here?"

I squint my eyes. "In your dorm bathroom?"

Liv laughs - which I am amazingly happy to hear. "No, Fitz. In my dorm. We were about to go to Los Angeles...I left the door open while I was showering-"

"To see if I was gonna come in," I finish for her with a grin. "I didn't."

Liv puts her hand on top of mine. "A part of me wishes you had."

I smile. "Is it weird if I kiss you while you're taking a pregnancy test?"

"Kind of," she whispers back, making me chuckle. She picks up her phone from the top of the toilet, stands up and puts her underwear and shorts back on. "The first test should be finished in one minute."

Liv sits down next to me and allows me to put my arm around her.

You know by now that I want a kid. I want lots of them. If she is pregnant...it would be overwhelming. But I would be happy. In the end, I would be ecstatic. Maybe that's messed up of me to say, considering Liv would be the opposite. On the other hand, we're still in close. Our lives are still insanely busy and separate. I hate that but it is what it is.

It's ridiculous to even be thinking that far into it. Maybe she's not pregnant. But something in my gut tells me she is all.

All we can do now is wait and see.

AN: do you guys think she's pregnant? I have already pretty much made my mind but tell me what you think and maybe I'll change it.