Fitz woke up around 12pm the next day. He expected to have at least a mild hangover but he felt fine apart from his aching muscles. He looked over at Olivia who was dead to the world, she didn't move as she slept, he might have checked her pulse if he didn't hear her breathing. He thought it was funny that Olivia was so worn out when he was the one who did most of the giving last night and Olivia did the taking but then he remembered she'd been up since 5 in the morning getting ready for the party.

He began having vague flashbacks about what happened during the night. It was a perfect night if there ever was one.

He got up and showered and brushed his teeth then grabbed a cup of coffee. He heated some leftovers from the party and got to work reading his daily briefing and a few other things to keep himself busy until Olivia woke up.

Almost three hours later and she was still asleep. She reminded him of himself when he was a teenager and could sleep till 5pm in evening, he had no idea how she was able to sleep for such a long time. He was bored, he tried watching tv and got nothing out of it except for the news that BNC was going to air a new documentary on Olivia tomorrow at 8pm and he definitely planned on catching it. He went for a walk and killed almost another hour before he came back and went to the bedroom to find her still sleeping. He decided it was time to wake her up because it close to 4pm and it was ridiculous that she was still asleep.

He moved the blanket from her face and gently nudged her.

"Livie wake up."

She didn't move so he nudged her again.

"Baby."

She stretched and yawned and covered her face with the blanket. He chuckled and moved the blanket from her face and kissed her.

"Wake up, I'm bored."

"No, my body hurts."

"My body hurts too, you don't see me complaining."

She smiled.

"What time is it?"

Fitz checked his watch.

"Almost 4."

"What?"

"Yes."

She sat up and the blanket slid down revealing her breast.

"Look at Harold and Kumar, so perky, I just wanna squeeze them."

"No," she said laughing.

"Just one squeeze."

"No."

He snuck his hands under the blanket and started tickling her. She laughed and he kissed her.

"I love you," Fitz said with a smile.

"I love you too."

She sat up and got off the bed.

"I need a shower, I feel sticky, you know, since you decided to jizz all over me last night."

Fitz chuckled.

"But it was glorious wasn't it."

She smiled and bit her lip.

"It was pretty great," she got in front of him and leaned closer, "and hot and sticky and I fucking love it when you cum all over me."

"Don't you dare start talking all sexy, I'm still recovering," Fitz joked.

She kissed him and then leaned up.

"I'm going to take a nice long warm bath."

"I'll come with you."

"Okay."

Fitz followed her to bathroom and set the bath for her as she brushed her teeth and wrapped her hair that had become frizzy and curly from all the hot, sweaty lovemaking sessions through the night.

"Your bath is ready."

"Coming."

She finished fixing her hair and then walked over to the tub of warm, soapy water and stepped in.

She leaned back and sighed in relaxation.

"I needed this so bad, my thighs hurt, my vagina is really sore and my nipples feel like they're gonna fall off."

Fitz smiled shyly.

"Sorry baby."

She chuckled.

"Are you kidding me, aching sexual organs aside, I feel great, getting your brain fucked out by the man you love isn't the worst thing in the world."

He smiled and sat beside her next to the bathtub.

She was in the bathroom for almost an hour before she got out and they headed to the kitchen together. She grabbed some fruit and water and then they sat cuddled on the couch as she ate.

They spent most of the evening watching movies on the couch until later in the evening he took her out to patio because he had some things he wanted to talk about. It was a cool night, cooler than usual. He could see the goosebumps all over her arms as they stood by the railing.

"You wanna go back inside, it's cooler than I anticipated."

"Yeah sure, let's go in the jacuzzi, that would be fun."

"Yeah, we could do that."

"Perfect."

They went back to the living room and Fitz turned on the jacuzzi while Olivia went to bedroom to change. Fitz threw on his swim trunks and Olivia wore a red string bikini but stayed topless.

"Nice," Fitz complimented as they walked back to the kitchen.

She poured wine for herself and scotch for him and then they headed to the jacuzzi. He helped her in and then got in as well.

Olivia took a sip of her wine and then set her glass down. Fitz didn't drink his scotch, he wanted to talk with her first.

"Liv, I wanted to talk about some things."

"No way, I didn't know that," she teased.

He'd been acting fishy all evening so she got the inkling that something was on his mind, she had actually wanted to speak with him as well but she let him go because she was sure it was about the same thing.

"What did you want to talk about?" She asked.

"Us, I don't know where to begin but I know that I'm ready to start a family with you, I'm more than ready but I want to know how you feel?"

"Well, you know I want to have little babies with you."

Fitz smiled.

"But?"

"There's no but," she said as she leaned over and kissed him softly.

"You're on birth control that's a huge but."

"I know but I'm scheduled to remove my IUD by the end of November, I was going to get new one but if starting a family is something you're serious about then I'm serious too, I've actually given a fair amount of though to this. I'd stop birth control completely and we could start trying right away. I think that 6 months of us being public won't be too crazy to start trying to get pregnant right, I mean obviously it would take time to actually get pregnant and then I'd have at least another 3 or 4 months before I start showing."

Fitz smiled, he really couldn't express how amazing it felt to hear her speak so frankly about it.

"You really mean that?"

"Yeah, of course, we knew this was coming right?"

"We'd have to get married first."

"I'm not crazy about a big wedding, I think we should elope. Something simple and private."

Fitz raised his eyebrow in surprise.

"Did you just agree to marry me?"

She smirked.

"I don't know, maybe propose to me and find out."

Fitz's mouth fell open and then he smiled.

"Noted but I want a big wedding."

He felt like Olivia deserved a big wedding, all the heads of state from around the world would come and see how gorgeous his new bride was, as he was thinking he realized that a big wedding would be more for him than her.

"You already had a big wedding, how did that work out?"

Fitz chuckled.

"That's fair, I guess."

The wheels in his head started turning and Olivia could see it.

"Come here," he called her over.

She was across from him in the circular small pool. She scooted over to his side and sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"There's nothing to be unsure about, I love you, alot and I know it's gonna be a big change, getting married, moving in together, starting our family, but I think I'm ready."

She moved his hands down to her stomach and held them here.

"Think about it, in 6 months, you might have a son or daughter in there."

"Don't even say that, I'm getting excited already."

She didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling, she felt it like a ray of sunlight shining on her back.

"Would you want a boy or girl?" He asked.

"Boy," she said with a smile, "you?"

"Girl, definitely a girl."

"How many?" Olivia asked.

"I was thinking like 4 kids."

"What?"

"Yeah, we could even in vitro a set of twins in there."

"Let's just start with one and see where it goes," Olivia said through a chuckle.

He turned her around on his lap so she was straddling him. He held her chin and looked her in the eyes.

"I love you."

She smiled and kissed him.

"I love you too," she said as she hugged him tightly.

He could feel her nipples against his chest and instantly there was a blood rush to his cock. Olivia felt it instantly as well.

"Mm, somebody's excited," she teased.

"I'm sorry I really can't help it."

"That's okay," she stood up and smiled, "take them off."

He untied the strings of her bikini bottom and let it float up to the top of the tub and then Olivia straddled him once again.

He pulled down his trunks.

"I'll be gentle okay," Fitz said softly.

She nodded and pressed her forehead against his, she closed her eyes and held him tight as he entered her slowly.

She met him stroke for stroke as they slowly made love in the jacuzzi by the fireplace.

She breathed softly against his chest as he held her tightly. She felt Fitz kiss her hair and then her forehead. She sat up though she was still on straddling him. They were both still resting from their orgasms, she stood up, took the glass of scotch from behind him and handed it to him and then grabbed her glass of wine as well and sat in his lap with her back against his chest.

Fitz took a sip his scotch.

"Have you ever had sex with another woman?" He asked.

Olivia was so caught off guard that she choked on air but then regain her composure.

"No, I've made out with one before but she did not touch my lavender juice box."

Fitz raised his eyebrow and smiled.

"Okay. What's your favorite position?"

Olivia smiled and took a sip of her wine.

"There are just so many."

"Top three," he said with a smile.

"Okay, reverse cowgirl, I like riding you like that, especially when you spank me as I do it."

"One of my personal favorites too, good choice."

Olivia smiled.

"I like it when you lay me flat on my stomach and I arch my back a little and you take me from behind, I don't know what that's called but I love it."

"One more."

"When my back is against the wall and you throw my leg over your arm and you take me like that."

"Favorite time we'd ever had sex?"

"Only one?" She asked."

"Only one," he said with a nod.

"First time. Nothing beats the first time we made love. What was your favorite?"

"The first time we made love after you came back to D.C, remember you wore that little silk set."

"Yes, I do remember that silk set, you couldn't get it off me fast enough."

Fitz chuckled at the truth in her words.

"I had missed you so much, it wasn't just about sex in that moment, I just wanted to feel close to you, you know, how things were before you left."

She smiled and caressed his cheek gingerly.

"I know baby, I needed that too."

They gazed at each other for a moment then Olivia broke into a laugh.

"Look at us, did you think that almost a year after we met we'd be here, making plans on starting our family."

"No, I didn't but I couldn't be happier."

The next morning, they both woke at a reasonable hour, showered, ate breakfast and gathered in the bedroom to start packing for their evening flight.

After they packed, they both decided to get some work done. Olivia had been neglecting her emails and work phone since she arrived so she had a lot to catch up on and Fitz read up on his briefing and had a few phone meetings with Cyrus and various others in his administration.

By mid afternoon, they took a long walk around the compound and stopped by the lake before they went back to the cabin.

By 5:30, they headed to the airport and boarded AF1 at 6:30pm, by 7 they were in the sky heading back to D.C.

Fitz sat at his table in their bedroom, while Olivia laid in the bed flipping through channels. When Fitz saw that he remembered her documentary was airing soon.

"Liv, you know BNC is airing a documentary on you at 8 right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I wanted to see it."

"That should be interesting, I wonder how much of it will be true?"

Fitz smiled.

"We'll have to see."

"Well can we go grab something to eat before it comes on."

"Sure yeah."

Fitz got up and they both headed to the kitchen. By the time the cooks prepared their food and served them it was almost 8 so they headed back to the room to catch Olivia's documentary.

They laid in the bed with their food and turned the channel to BNC and waited for the documentary to air.

"Do you want some of my fries?" Olivia asked as she ate.

Fitz opened his mouth and Olivia stuffed the fries in and then gave him a smooch on the lips.

"You're so handsome," she said with a smile.

Fitz was about to respond when they BNC intro song played as they began airing the documentary.

"Who is Olivia Pope?" They began.

Olivia sighed and rolled her eyes.

Fitz chuckled.

A picture of a 3 year old Olivia flashed across the scene. She had her hair in a curly Afro that touched her shoulders, she wore hello kitty sunglasses and she scrunched her nose and folded her arms as if she was angry her picture was being taken.

Fitz held his stomach and laughed.

"You were so cute."

"How did they get that?" She asked.

"Dr. Olivia Carolyn Pope, born on September 27, 1979 in New York City. She is the daughter of Maya Pope, a lawyer, and Eli Pope, owner of a security firm."

"Groundbreaking," Olivia said sarcastically.

The flashed more pictures of Olivia across the screen, this time it was pictures from her various outings with Fitz, and then they started showing personal pictures from her various trips, no doubt taken from her social media profiles. Pictures of her in Japan, Myanmar, Syria and Machu Picchu.

"Beautiful, brilliant, free-spirited, generous, those are some of the words that close friends and associates have used describe dr. Olivia Pope. Before her relationship with president Fitzgerald Grant, she was known for being extremely intelligent savant, in fact, many say that she considered a genius of our time."

Fitz looked over at Olivia then look back at the screen, she seemed apathetic to what they'd been saying so far.

"Not much is known of her early childhood, according to sources, she was a test subject at a special Johns Hopkins program for gifted youngsters at 5, she flew under the radar until she appeared on the world stage at 9, leading team USA to an upset victory against Russia and Germany in the world physics Olympiad, she was the youngest competitor for team U.S.A. During her teenage years she often competed in math and science competitions, attended multiple schools and served as the chief consultant for the NASA space exploration program calculations at 11. She attended Harvard at 12 and MIT at 18 after becoming the youngest ever PHD scholar in history. She created a groundbreaking procedure based on stem cell regeneration with a 100% success rate and also famously healed president Grant's only son Fitzgerald 'Gerry' Grant IV from paralysis. These are all great accomplishments but who is she really, do we know? According to professor Benjamin Confessore, MIT math and physics scholar, she is not who you think she is."

Fitz looked to Olivia again but her expression didn't change.

The screen shifted to a white elderly man, a octogenarian most likely.

"Professor Confessore, when did you meet Olivia Pope?"

"I met Olivia in 1984, when she was 5 years old."

The man spoke with a British accent and his voice was very frail.

"I remember because I was quite excited to meet a savant, certainly one who didn't suffer from autism. I was skeptical, I didn't believe they could do the things they said she could. I remember I met her at the John Hopkins center in New York, I wrote a very complicated problem in the white board in a classroom when I heard she was coming. When I first saw her, I smiled because she was this tiny little girl, far tinier than what a normal 5 year old should be. I asked her to solve the problem on the board, I didn't believe she could. She stared at the board, she looked completely puzzled and I thought, well I was right, this child has no idea what is in front of her. I asked her if she understood the problem and she replied 'I do but apparently you don't, you broke three mathematical rules and the exponent should be negative' I asked why she didn't say anything and she replied 'my mom said I should not condescend people although I'm sure right now I'm not doing a very good job' and that's when I knew she was special."

"What was the nature of your relationship with Dr. Pope?"

"I was her teacher, her mentor, she learned at a rate faster than anything I'd thought possible, in 5 years, I taught her everything I'd learned in 50 years and then we learned new things together."

"What was Olivia like as a child?"

"I've never come across another human being that has been able to do what Olivia can do. She is a genius in every sense of the word even as a little girl she knew things she shouldn't."

The screen cut to videos of Olivia at 6 years old in a room with white walls. It had a whiteboard, there was a small play area for a child, there were many books scattered around the floor and there was a small piano.

She stood on the stool scrambling numbers and symbols of what appeared to be an equation across the board. She was writing with both hands and the professor stood beside her. He could see her mom and dad standing by the wall. The first thing he noticed about her mother was the she was extremely beautiful and Olivia looked exactly like her. Then the screen cut to her at the piano playing a melody then she was in the floor skimming through books. The screen cut to different scenes of a young Olivia doing different things, she seemed bored. There was a video of her with a puppy. She looked to be about 6 years old and she was hugging the puppy.

"This is my puppy, his name is Scooter, he's not the smartest little guy around but he's the cutest."

She had a slight lisp as a result of her front teeth being missing.

"She was a peculiar child, very quiet, she rarely spoke but whenever she did she never seized to amaze with her snarky, sarcastic comments. She had no social skills, not really, she had no friends her age, no family except for her mother who she was very close with until she passed away."

"Her mother died when she was 11 years old, were you around when her mother died?" the host asked.

"Yes, I was. She was devastated, she was there when her mother was murdered and she took it very hard, for months. She fell into a dark depression, she kept herself busy with work, we accomplished a lot of work during the months after her mother's passing, groundbreaking work because she completely dedicated herself to her studies after her mother's passing."

"Did she ever speak about it?"

"No, never, not to me."

"Is there a dark side to being like Olivia, being a savant?"

"Well yes certainly, there were those terrible migraines that she's always struggled with. With her class of savant syndrome, her ability to perfect recall her memories made her apathetic and easily bored of people, places, things because she found life repetitive but it also made her relive the most traumatic moments of her life and that took a toll, she was depressed to the point of a suicide attempt when she was 17 years old, she's always struggled with that, for most of the time I knew her."

"So you're saying that the suicide attempt from earlier this year after her rescue from captivity wasn't the only time she's attempted suicide?"

"Yes, I wasn't surprised she did, I couldn't imagine what must have been going through her mind when she returned, whenever she goes through a traumatic event that is her first resort."

"So there are more than two times?"

"I know of 2 times personally and the 3rd I learn when everyone else did through the media earlier this year."

The screen cut to a video of Olivia as a teenager in a lab with the professor and a few other people. She seemed to be running a test on a robot. She had metal cuffs around her wrists, arms, knees, ankles and head. She was standing in front of a skeletal robot like figure. She typed something into a keyboard and then went and stood in front of the robot.

"Prototype 1: test 2, remote signal interface - 3...2..1," Olivia announced into a recorder.

She moved her arms and the robot moved it arms too, then she moved her legs and the robot mimicked her movement. Everyone looked on in amazement and then applauded. Then the screen cut to another video of Olivia tinkering with some mechanic gloves with a small screwdriver and then she put both the gloves on her hands. She was standing at a table in the lab and she had a clear container of water in front of her. The professor and Eli and a few other people were standing to the side. She clicked the gloves on and held her hands over the water, she slowly swayed then back and forth over the water until the water rose as she controlled it's movement with her gloves.

"Yes," the professor shouted as he grabbed Olivia and the water feel to the floor, "you did it. Magnetize the liquid molecules, I didn't think it was possible but you proved me wrong."

The screen cut back to the professor and the interviewer.

"What do you want the world to know about Olivia Pope?"

"I truly believe that Olivia pope has one of the most brilliant minds the world has ever and will ever see, when I think of what she can do, what she can accomplish I feel hope but I also feel a great sadness because she is also the world's biggest disappointment. Instead of accepting her brilliance, she dumbs herself down enough to be socially acceptable, she wants to be normal. She is the opposite of normal, her brain, her memory, how she processes numbers and what her mind can do, how she sees, how she thinks, how she guesses, is not normal and pretending it is, is doing a disservice to the advancement of the world. She is a disgrace-"

Olivia grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. Her lips trembled as if she were about to cry.

Fitz was still stuck on the two suicide attempts he had no idea about and another the professor said stuck out to him 'she was easily bored of people, places and things' he wondered if she would get bored of him.

"Baby talk to me, tell me what's going on," he said softly.

Olivia wiped her eyes.

"I'll prove him wrong."

"If you need to prove him wrong then that means you currently think he's right, he's not."

Fitz kissed her forehead and pulled her into his arms.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Only if you want to," Fitz replied.

Olivia sat up.

"He's giving everyone the impression that every time something doesn't go my way I grab a rope and try to hang myself, that's not true."

Fitz flinched at the thought of her hanging herself, even if she was just saying it for the purpose of getting her point across.

He held her wrists, revealing the faded scars from her last 'incident'.

"Liv, this," he said as he ran his thumbs over her scar, "can't ever be an option again, not ever again, no matter how bad things are."

"I know."

"You have to promise me."

"I promise but Fitz, that was a long time ago, you can't hold that against me."

"It wasn't a long time ago Olivia, it was earlier this year."

She turned her face away from him, slightly embarrassed.

"I love you, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, now we just need to figure out how to get back at professor X for opening his mouth and saying things he shouldn't have said about you."

Olivia smiled.

"What should we do?"

"Don't get mad baby, get even, what do you know about him that he wouldn't want anyone to know?"

"Well, he published two books but he used my notes, he plagiarized and I can prove it."

"That's gold, we can leak that tomorrow and make his entire career a joke by Wednesday. He'll be a disgrace by Friday."

Olivia giggled.

"You don't think that's a little harsh?"

"It's a harsh world."

Olivia took a moment to think it over and then decided he was right.

"Okay, I'm in."