Two weeks later.
Rosie was adjusting nicely.
Olivia began working at O.P.A again, not in any official capacity, she mostly helped with Fitz's campaign and helped resolved some of the more difficult cases. Fitz gave her, her rings back which she was really happy about.
Fitz hadn't shared anything about what was going on with her father and she was a little annoyed because she felt like he wasn't being forthright.
Every time she asked him what was going on he told her not to worry about it, which naturally, only made her worry more.
Her back pain had gotten worse and mostly hurt at her bullet wounds. She was miserable because Fitz had been traveling so much from campaigning that she barely saw him and whenever she did see him, he was exhausted.
Fitz came come around 7 that night, it was earliest he'd been home in a while and when he got out the shower she decided it was time to say something.
He put on some sweatpants and a white shirt and laid beside her on the bed.
"Hey livie what's up?"
"I'm a little annoyed at you. We've barely spent anytime together since I got back."
Fitz didn't say anything for awhile.
"Are you going to say anything?" She asked.
"Yea, get dressed."
He got up.
"What?"
"Get dressed let's go out."
"Really?"
"Yea, come on let's go."
Olivia jumped up excitedly but then felt the pain in her back and calmed down.
"Where are we going?"
"Where ever you want to go." He suggested.
"We can go and get ice cream at coldstone or maybe we could go to that cupcake store."
"We could do both."
"Sounds perfect baby." she smiled and kissed him and went to the closet to find something to wear, he followed.
Fitz quickly threw on some khaki chinos and a white button down. Olivia on the other hand took a little longer.
She put on a little concealer, mascara and lipgloss but she couldn't figure out what to wear.
She stood for 10 minutes complaining about how she had nothing to wear until Fitz got annoyed and picked a dress for her. She had recently bought a bunch of maternity clothes for the summer, mostly dresses. Fitz saw a white babydoll off the shoulder dress.
"What about this?" he asked.
"uhm..I like that, that's Chloe you know."
"Chloe?" he asked confused.
"Yea this french fashion house."
He chuckled.
"Well put "Chloe" on so we can go before these places close. I already have some sentries en route."
She quickly put the dress on, it stopped just above her knees and she wore a pair of lace up strappy flat sandals.
"Okay, I'm ready and I'm bringing Rosie." she said quickly.
She went over to Rosie mat where she was playing with her chew toys and picked her and then headed to the door.
They stopped at the cupcake patisserie first, they didn't stop to eat they just grabbed the cupcakes and headed to the ice-cream shop.
When they arrived at the shop, reporters were outside in full attack mode.
The sentries escorted them inside, the workers were a bunch of teenagers that were starstruck to say the least.
When they walked in they greeted them.
"Hi welcome to coldstone." one girl said nervously.
"Hi" both Olivia and Fitz greeted.
"What can we get you today?" the girl asked.
"I'm sorry I didn't get your name?" Olivia said.
"Oh sorry, my name is Savannah."
"Wow that's such a pretty name, I'm Olivia and this is Rosie" Olivia gestured to Rosie who was in her arms.
"H-hi Olivia and Rosie, thank you,I like your names too." Savannah blushed.
"Okay savannah, I was thinking I want the 'love it' size but I don't know what flavor ice-cream to get. What did you want to get Fitz?"
"Livie you know I don't like ice-cream, I wasn't going to get anything."
"What's your favorite flavor Savannah?" Olivia asked.
"I like the white chocolate vanilla bean, Strawberry, red velvet and the cotton candy flavors."
"Okay, so I think I'll get the white chocolate and he'll get the red velvet, I've never tried either before." Olivia smiled
"Oh I didn't want any remeber." Fitz reminded.
"Nope, you're going to get ice-cream tonight, don't worry I'll eat most of it for you."
Savannah was watching their whole interaction intently and smiling.
She prepared their ice-cream.
"Would you like any toppings?" Savannah asked.
"Uhm yea, what do you guys have?" Olivia replied.
"We have strawberries, blueberries, coconut flakes, caramel, chocolate, candies, nuts, cherries."
"Okay, I want strawberries and blueberries. What do you want Fitz?"
"I think I'll have coconut flakes."
"Okay I'll have everything ready in a couple of minutes."
They stood and watched as she prepared the ice cream, Rosie laid lazily in Olivia's arms the entire time.
"All done, you're total is $12.47, will you be paying cash or card?"
"Card" Fitz replied as he took out his wallet.
He swiped his card and took out a $100 bill and dropped it in the tip jar.
"Thank you Savannah."
Savannah realized what he did.
"Oh my god, no thank you Mr. President. Bye Olivia and Rosie."
"Bye enjoy your night and get home safe." Olivia replied.
When they got back to the car Olivia started eating her ice-cream.
"Where do we go now?" she asked.
"We can hang out in the Rose garden."
"Sounds good." she smiled.
When they got to the rose garden, Olivia put Rosie on the lawn and she began rolling around in the grass.
Her and Fitz sat on the garden seat.
She was almost finished eating her ice cream, Fitz still hadn't touched his, it was mostly melted at this point.
"So, why are you annoyed with me again." he smirked.
"I'm not so much annoyed with, I just miss you. That's all and I know it's not fair because it's work but still I wouldn't be your annoying pregnant girlfriend if I didn't tell you about it." she smiled.
"Fiancee." he corrected. "When are we going to get married Livie?"
"I've been thinking about that a lot lately. I couldn't decided if I wanted to just get married now in a private ceremony or wait till the baby was born then we could do something bigger. I want the baby to be apart of the wedding."
"For the baby to be apart of the wedding were talking about another 7-8 months." Fitz interjected.
"You're right, that's too long, how about we do something here in the Rose garden, just friends and family."
"When?"
"Whenever we decide."
"How about in a month?" he suggested.
"One month to plan sounds good." she agreed.
"Gimme a kiss?" She ordered.
Fitz smirked and leaned over a kissed her on her lips softly.
"Mm-hmm now that I have softened you up, are you going to tell me what's going with my father, you've been very evasive."
"Olivia-" he whined.
"No don't 'Olivia' me, come on baby, please tell me what's going on." Olivia begged.
"Okay, okay." Fitz ran his hands up and down his face.
"What's going on Fitz."
"We figured out where he get's his funding from?"
"Where?"
"Everything. He's been taking small amounts every day from different sections of the government over the past 30 years, that's how he pays for transport, a base, missions and how he pays his agents and buys weapons, he also keep a very generous amount for himself."
"What did you do?" she asked quietly.
"We cut it off. All of it. Every penny."
"But that's not all is it."
"Nope." Fitz seemed content to end the conversation right there.
"Fitz tell me."
"Nope."
"Okay fine, no more sex then, not until you start talking." she threatened.
"Wait woah no. no. that's not fair, you can't do that." he whined.
"I can do whatever I want, it's my vagina." she smirked.
"It's my vagina too."
Olivia burst out laughing.
"Oh is it now?" she laughed.
"That came out wrong. Actually no it didn't, that is my vagina."
"How do you figure?' she decided to entertain his crazy talk.
"You remember last week when you snuck into the oval and we had a little lunch time sex. I remember specifically when you were begging me to make you come to which I asked you who's pussy that was, you know the one in between you're legs."
Fitz pointed to her center.
"You said mine, in fact you didn't just say it you screamed it so loud, you almost got us caught."
She covered her face, embarrassed.
"It might be yours but I still control when you can have it, so if you don't want blue balls for the next 6 months, I suggest you start talking."
Fitz gave in.
"Okay fine but you're not getting involved."
"I won't, just tell me." she whined.
"Okay, we raided his base of operation and his house. We froze his accounts, both personal and the agency's. He's on the no fly list as well as every terror watch list there is. He's backed in a corner with nowhere to go. Pretty soon he'll come up for air, when he does we'll find him."
"And when you catch him, what are you going to do?"
"That's where this conversation ends."
"Fitz, he's my father, you're not going to kill him?"
"Like I said that's where the conversation ends."
"Fitz talk to me."
"I don't wanna talk to you about this, I've told you everything there is to know." Fitz argued.
"Yea but you can't kill him, just throw him in jail."
Fitz chuckled.
"You think jail is gonna hold a man like you're father. He threatened me, you and my children. He is dangerous and he is powerful. Terrorists in Russia and Iran are afraid of him, how long do you think jail would hold him? A week, a month, how long before he threatens or bribes his way out?"
"Fitz if you kill him, I won't have any family left."
"You don't have any family right now, not biologically, the only family you have right now is the baby inside of you, me, Karen and Gerry. He is not your family, he's not even your father. He's just the man that impregnated your mother."
"That's a little harsh, don't you think." she could feel the water gathering in her eyes.
"I didn't take you out tonight to fight with you livie. I also hate it when you cry."
He wiped the tear that was threatening to fall from her lash.
"You're right, that was harsh, I'm sorry I just don't want him to get the chance to hurt anyone again. I know he's your father but that doesn't matter to him and it shouldn't matter to you." he caressed her cheek.
"I don't want you to kill him Fitz."
"Can I catch him first and then we can argue about how to deal with him." he chuckled humorlessly.
"Okay." she said softly. She didn't believe that he would tell her when he caught her father but she knew they could argue about it another day.
"Sorry I didn't mean to ruin our evening, I'm an asshole."
Rosie barked.
"Yea Rosie, I don't need you agreeing with me okay."
Olivia laughed.
"She's right though." Olivia agreed.
"Come on let's go back to the residence, we can watch a movie, I'll give you foot massage and you can finish telling me what a jerk I am." he pecked her cheek and helped her up.
"That sounds fun, I can hardly wait."
Fitz scooped up Rosie and they headed back to the residence.
The next morning Olivia met up with the Abby and Harrison in the oval office while Fitz was in a meeting.
The minute she stepped in the oval.
"Hey Abby, do you have any idea how to plan a wedding cause I don't." she laughed.
"Good morning Liv, I'll help you plan a wedding but we need a favor too." Abby replied.
"Oh yea what's that?"
"We need you to do an interview, tonight, Kimberly Mitchell." Harrison interjected.
"No."
"You're the elusive Olivia Pope to many people, they need to speak to you, it'll help the president a great deal you know." Abby tried to make her case.
"What did Fitz say about this?"
"He said to ask you of course." Harrison interjected again.
"No, you know I don't like all that attention. I'm never in front of the camera."
"Really cause you seemed comfortable in front of the cameras last night at that ice cream parlour and bake shop, you too looked so adorbs, America wants more." Abby teased.
"They want you." Harrison agreed.
"No, I'm sorry I'm just not ready yet." she whined.
"Do it for him." Abby knew she would guilt her into it.
"I don't know Abby." Olivia said hesitantly.
"He'd do it for you and you know it." Abby prodded.
"Okay fine. Set it up. I can't stand you Abby. You're such a manipulator."
"I learned from the best." Abby squealed.
Abby ran out the room with her phone.
"Abby you know the drill, I approve all the questions first." Olivia yelled.
Within an hour, Abby had the questions.
Olivia sat in the oval going over the questions, axing the ones she didn't want to answer.
Fitz had been running around all day, he had local campaign events, he at one point was at the capitol, and even though he tried to hide it Cyrus let it slip that he made a brief stop at the pentagon.
She spent the entire day mentally preparing herself for the interview. Around 6pm, a hair and makeup team came to the residence to help her get ready.
A stylist brought her a rack of dresses to choose from but she didn't like any of the choices so she decided on a blush pink Dolce and Gabbana dress with red embellished roses from her closet. She wore it with a simple nude so kate Christian Louboutin pumps, she wasn't a big fan of heels since she got pregnant but she figured a couple hours wouldn't kill her.
Abby ran into the room.
"Liv Kimberly's ready and waiting in the sitting room."
"Is it too late to change my mind."
"Uhh yea, it is."
"Yea you're right I'm being silly, I'm just anxious."
"Don't be, Kimberly has a lot of respect for you and she likes you?"
Olivia hesitated
"How do you know that?"
"She told me that 5 minutes ago now chop chop, let's go, the faster we get this over with...I guess..is the faster we get this over with."
"Huh" Olivia was slightly perplexed.
"Just hurry." Abby said as she rushed out the room.
"Wait Abby, where's Fitz?"
"I'm not sure, he got called away somewhere." Abby called over her shoulder.
Within a few minutes Olivia was dressed and heading to the sitting room where Kimberly and the camera crew waited.
"Hi Kimberly, it's good to see you." Olivia greeted.
"Hi Olivia, I haven't seen you since you were...smaller. Congrats. You're glowing." Kimberly smiled pleasantly.
"Thank you Kimberly, you're too kind."
Olivia sat on the couch as the assistants placed the mic on her collar.
They did a light test and a mic test.
"Okay everyone, let me know when we're ready." Kimberly called out.
After a couple of minutes they gave her the go ahead to start.
"It's okay Olivia, don't be nervous." Kimberly said kindly.
"How could you tell?"
"You're legs been shaking since you sat down."
"Okay camera is red in 3,2,1." one of the camera hands called out.
"Hello America, I'm Kimberly Mitchell and I am here with Olivia Pope. Hi Olivia, how are you doing today?"
"I'm doing great Kimberly."
"For those of you who aren't familiar with Olivia Pope, let me give you a little history. Now Olivia, you went to Surval Montreux, one of the most elite boarding schools in the world, how did you get through that?"
"Copious amounts of studying, which as you can imagine was very fun."
Kimberly chuckled.
"Then Princeton and Georgetown after that summa cum laude at both schools."
"Oh Kimberly, it was a walk in the park." Olivia smiled.
"I believe anyone who knows you, knows you're sharp as a tack."
"Kimberly I was kidding but thank you."
"When did you and President Grant first meet, what was that like?"
Olivia pondered for a seconds, she knew the question was coming.
"When I first met Fitz, he was holding a campaign meeting, I remember he just lost a caucus and he was trying to cheer everyone up. I was at the back listening to his speech but then I realized I didn't care what he was saying because it was all wrong and I stood up and took over the meeting."
Kimberly chuckled.
"And then what happened?"
"He fired me on the spot, it was actually quite funny and Cyrus Beene, he was a long time mentor of mine told him that if he fired me them he was going to quit. Cyrus was actually the one who got me to start working on the campaign in the first place, he called and begged me to take a leave of absence from work to do him the favor.. "
"Wow, so how was it working on the campaign trail?"
"Hard, a lot of travelling, a lot of rallies and fundraisers."
"Now fast forward to your resignation from your position as communications director, why did you resign?"
"It was always a goal of mine to open my own firm, I saw an opportunity to achieve that goal and I went for it because as Shakespeare says 'to thine own self be true.'."
Kimberly chuckled
"Hamlet right?'
"Yes, Hamlet." Olivia confirmed.
"Were you in love with the President before the assassination attempt?"
This wasn't one of the approved questions. Olivia could see Abby freaking out in the background.
"I ask this because I can't imagine any other reason you would willingly risk you life for his."
The question caught Olivia off guard, she had to think about it for a few seconds.
"Fitz was one of my closest friends before the incident. I'm not sure that I really thought about the fact that I was risking my life, what I did think about was the fact that he was a great leader and man, it would've be a tragedy to lose a great president like him, I thought about the fact that he was very close with his children and the impact it would have on Karen and Gerry to lose their father. One I am familiar with having lost my mother around the age that Karen was at the time of the attempt. My passing would have been of a lesser concern to the country than Fitz. So I didn't exactly think, I reacted. I wasn't my intent to put myself in harms way, I tried to alert the guards but the crowd was so loud they couldn't hear me, so I ran over to him and tried to push him out of harm's way, I ended up getting shot in the process but it is something I would have done it for anyone I held close to my heart."
She looked to back and saw Abby do a celebratory jump on the back, she seem overjoyed at her answer.
Kimberly gave the classic sympathy nodd.
"When you felt those bullet strike you're back, what was going through your mind?"
"Nothing, I passed out immediately and I woke up a little over a week later." Olivia answered.
"Was President Grant in the hospital when you woke up?"
"He was. He helped tremendously with my recovery."
"When did your relationship with President Grant begin?"
That was the question Kimberly was waiting to ask.
"During my recovery. He was especially attentive and caring during the process. The dynamics of our relationship shifted and what was a platonic friendship turned romantic."
Olivia saw Karen, Gerry and Rosie enter the room and stand beside Harrison.
"Did former First Lady Mellie Grant know about your relationship before President Grant revealed it to the public?"
"Yes she did."
"How did she take the news?"
"As well as anyone would take it I suppose."
"And Karen and Gerry?"
"They took it well too."
"What was the president's reaction when you revealed that you were pregnant?"
"He was ecstatic, as was Karen and Gerry."
"Now I know that you are engaged because of gorgeous ring on your finger, do you have a date for the wedding?"
"Nothing's been finalized, I can be quite indecisive, much to Fitzgerald's chagrin. If it were up to him we would have been married months ago."
"Can you reveal the sex of the baby?"
"I can't because I don't know as yet, I'm a little nervous to find out so I've been putting it off." Olivia chuckled.
Kimberly asked her a few more question she knew the viewers would want answers to until it was time wrap up the interview, then she asked the big question.
"I have one more question for you?"
"Go ahead." Olivia smiled.
"Do you love the President Grant?"
"I do love him, with all my heart and I plan on loving him until I draw my last breath because he is an amazing man and father and as it stands I can't imagine my life without him."
With that Kimberly wrapped up the interview.
Karen and Gerry ran over to her and say on the couch beside her.
"Liv you did good." Gerry was the first to say.
"Yeah Liv, that was great."
One of the camera crew guys was recording the entire exchange in his phone.
Karen was caressing Olivia's stomach and Gerry had Rosie in his arms as all three of them chatted.
When the camera crew packed all their supplies and left Olivia went back to her and Fitz room and the kids went to theirs. Karen brought Rosie to sleep with her.
She waited up until after midnight for Fitz, he wasn't answering any of her calls.
She eventually fell asleep but woke up when she heard the bathroom shower faucet turn on.
She went in the bathroom quietly and sat at the bathroom vanity until she heard the shower faucet turn off.
When Fitz came out the shower he was surprised to see her he thought she was sleeping.
"Livie what are you doing up?"
"It's 4 in the morning why are you just getting home."
"I was busy."
"So busy you couldn't call and tell me you'd be home late. Where were you?"
"I'm sorry I didn't call."
"Where were you?"
"I'm sorry that's classified."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, my whereabouts tonight involved national security and antiterrorism, something I'm not at liberty to reveal."
"That's fine Fitzgerald, since you don't want to talk neither will I." She said flatly and walked out.