A/N- Hi everyone, moving it forward a little with this one. Hope you guys enjoy and then let me know your thoughts afterwards.

Two months later.

It was the end of November. In the two months since their interview it had been crazy but not necessarily in a bad way. One major story broke from the New York Times about the circumstances around Olivia's kidnapping, it really only revealed what she'd already said which was: she was taken and force to help terrorist but she refused, only now it had details about how they wanted to attack New York and how many people they wanted to kill but couldn't because Olivia refused to help and it also included her father's involvement but to a lesser extent than what actually happened. She was a little numb to the article because she was preparing for it (they gave her a heads up that it was coming out and she asked them to exclude some details she wasn't comfortable with, which they did as a courtesy) and also because she was the one who originally spoke out about it in the first place, once the immediate excitement died down, people moved on but that didn't mean she didn't become a complete rockstar in the process. People were clamoring over her. Whenever she attended events, people gathered outside and wait until she arrived or departed, to take pictures of her and cheer. Little boys and girls, even grown men and women would stop her and ask for her autograph or tell her how much she was their hero and they wanted to be just like her.

In mid November they announced the winners of the nobel awards, Olivia won a nobel prize for Physics for her completion of the millennium equations and in a move that surprised her, she won the Nobel peace award for outstanding courage, altruism and for advancement in medicine. In the midst of her crazy schedule, she managed to find time to attend Marisa (a former patient of hers) gymnastics world championship trial. She sat with Marisa's parents in the crowd and watched Marisa dedicate her 1st place medal to her for operating on her pro bono and bringing back her sight.

She was busy, busiest she'd ever been. In the past month, she had barely been at the white house, partly because she decided to commit herself to a few surgeries every month, she felt like she was ready to take on that part of her life again and also because she'd been doing a lot of work at the lab. She now had a staff of 15 scientists and 2 assistants and they were moving full steam ahead with their agenda.

Fitz was doing well, he was getting ready to go into campaign mode in mid December. He was still working on his policy agenda and tackling all his daily presidential tasks while maintaining the world order.

In between both their crazy schedules, they were planning a wedding with the help of their wedding planner David. The American royal wedding, is what they'd been referring to it as in the news. As busy as she was, she always made time for him, even if that meant that she had to sneak into the building at the U.N. Headquarters and pull him into the bathroom for a quickie while his agents stood guard outside.

It was the first day off Olivia had in about 7 weeks and she only took off because she had to remove her birth control IUD. When she woke up that morning, Fitz was still asleep which was odd. She checked the time, it was after 8. She sat up and nudged him.

"Fitz," she said as she tugged him, "Fitz wake up."

She shook him a little more until he finally shuffled and woke up to Max's loud barking.

"Baby, what's going on?"

"You're late, it's 8 in the morning."

"What?"

He reached over and checked his watch.

"Dammit, I muted my wake up call."

He jumped up really quickly and stumbled slightly as he got off the bed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

He quickly headed to bathroom and closed the door.

She waited for a half hour and when he still didn't come out so she got up and knocked on the door. When he didn't answer she decided to go in.

"Fitz, I'm coming in."

She turned the knob and was happy he didn't lock it. When she walked in, she found him sitting on the chair, he looked clammy and pale. She walked over to him quickly and kneeled beside him.

"Fitz, sweetie, what's goin on?"

She rested her palm against his cheek, then forehead and then his neck.

"You're burning up, did you get your flu shot like I told you?"

"What flu shot?"

"You're over 100 degrees, maybe 101."

She went over to the tub and pulled the stopper then turned on the faucet. She filled the tub with water and then went back over to Fitz.

"Okay babe, talk to me, are your muscles hurting?"

Fitz nodded and dry coughed.

"Where?"

"Chest."

"Anywhere else?"

"Head, I have a headache."

"Okay, well you need a nice warm bath, stand up, it'll cool you down."

Fitz stood up slowly. She untied his robe and helped him undress then into the tub.

"That's nice," he said softly as he leaned back in the warm water.

She went into the cabinet and gabbed a bottle of eucalyptus oil and poured some into the water then she sat beside the tub. She took a bath sponge and ran it all over his chest and shoulders.

"You have the flu," she said as ran the sponge over his hair.

She didn't keep him in for too long, after a while she helped him out, wrapped him in his robe and helped him into their bed.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Better."

"Okay, I'm gonna go find the White House doctor so she can give you some medicine and I'll call Cy and Esme to let them know you have the flu and won't be coming in today."

She kissed his hair.

"I'll be right back."

Olivia threw on her robe quickly and headed out to the doctor's office to let the doctor know what was going on, the doctor assured she'd be there soon with all the supplies and then on her way back she called Cy to let him know what was going on with Fitz. She stopped by the kitchen to ask the chef to make him chicken soup and moments after she arrived in the bedroom, the doctor came in. She went to shower while the doctor took care of Fitz and then she quickly went to the closet to get dressed. She threw on some dark grey skinny jeans and a black v-neck t shirt. She pulled on her black Stuart Weitzman thigh highs and black suede biker jacket. She tied her hair into a messy bun and then went back out to meet Fitz and the doctor.

"What did you give him?"

" I gave him antihistamines and antipyretic."

Olivia walked over and sat on the bed next to Fitz.

"Also give him pseudoephedrine and analgesic he's been feeling slight pain in his chest."

"Okay, I'll give him a dose," the doctor replied.

Olivia leaned over and kissed him on his forehead.

"I have to run to my appointment but once I get back I'll take over from Dr. Foster."

"What appointment?"

"My IUD removal appointment, you know, the one you haven't been able to shut up about for the past two weeks."

Fitz smiled.

"Oh yeah."

She chuckled, "I told you, you should have gotten your flu shot," she leaned in, "if she gets handsy with you, tell me," she whispered.

Fitz laughed weakly, "I will."

She kissed him again and ran her hands through his hair.

"Okay baby, I'll be back soon, get some rest and don't let Cyrus try to get you to work, I already warned him."

Fitz nodded.

"Okay."

Olivia left and quickly went to her doctor's office. She entered through the back to the office and waited in a private room separate from everyone else. She didn't wait very long, a few minutes after she took a seat, the doctor came.

"Liv, hi, sorry about the wait."

"It's okay dr. Connor."

"Okay. Come on back, follow me."

Olivia pick up her purse and followed her doctor to the room. She really wanted to be in and out, she sorted all the details out before. Her doctor took her to the room and left her to get undressed. She quickly removed her clothes and put in her gown and then called her doctor.

Dr. Connor asked a few questions before she went ahead and removed her IUD. She took care of a few more things before she left. She had no need to really sit and chat because she knew pretty much what would happen from then on and she also wanted to get back to check on Fitz.

On her way back to White House, she called her one of assistants and asked him to clear her schedule for the next two days. By the time she got back to the white house and walked into the bedroom, she saw Cyrus sitting by Fitz's bed with paperwork.

"Woah, woah, woah,I said no work," she said as she ran over.

"Liv, he's the president, he just needs to go over some things."

"No, no, no, he has the freaking flu Cyrus, leave him alone."

She took the papers from Fitz and handed them to Cyrus.

"You're the vice- president, I'm sure you can handle it. He needs rest."

Cyrus sighed and got up, "please Liv, just one more thing he has to sign before I can go ahead with it?"

"Is someone's life in danger?"

"No."

"Okay then, bounce."

Cyrus shook his head.

"Fine."

"Dr. Foster, I can take it from here."

The doctor nodded and left the station she'd set up with medicine and tools to Olivia.

Once the doctor left, Olivia took of her jacket and boots and threw them on the floor and sat beside him in the bed. She rested the back of her palm against his forehead.

"You're still really hot."

"How did your appointment go?"

"Perfect, it's out, I can get pregnant now, I'm probably gonna have a little bleeding for a few days but it works out perfectly because you're sick so you won't have the energy to jump my tail right now."

"Don't be so sure," Fitz smiled, "thank you."

"Yes, well, I did this for both of us, I want to start a family just as much as you. What you should be thanking me for is the fact that I cancelled my massage, facial and laser treatment for you."

Fitz chuckled.

"How was the chicken soup?" She said as she looked at the half eaten bowl of soup.

"Good, I wasn't very hungry."

"You need to eat, well drink, can't afford to get dehydrated."

"I know, dr. Foster said the same thing."

"She didn't touch you inappropriately did she?"

"No, not everyone is trying to have sex with me you know."

"You don't know that," she said in a matter of fact fashion, "let me change into something comfortable, I'm pretty sure I'll be having cramps soon."

Fitz nodded.

Olivia got up and went to change, by the time she came back, Fitz was fast asleep and snoring.

She grabbed her laptop and got in bed beside him, she took ibuprofen for her cramps and continued working on the guestlist for the wedding, she usually did it with Fitz but she'd already spoken to him and they'd pretty much agreed on everything she just needed to put it in writing and send it to David.

In the week that Fitz suffered from the flu, Olivia stayed home and took care of him and worked from home while she did. By day seven he was feeling well enough to go back to work.

That morning, when they woke up, they did their usual routine of getting ready together. As they stood in the closet getting dressed, Fitz held up two ties.

"Which one?"

Olivia placed her finger on her lip and pondered for a moment.

"The teal."

He handed her the teal tie and waited for her to tie it around his neck.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"No, not for the tie, for taking care of me for the past few days."

Olivia smiled.

"Well then you are very welcome, I think the lesson to be learned from this is that the next time your fiancée who is also a doctor tells you to go and get your flu shot, you should probably listen."

Fitz laughed.

"I definitely hear that."

"By the way, since you're feeling better and you can actually converse with me, David is coming by around 7 later for dinner, he needs to discuss some stuff with us in person."

"Okay."

Olivia continued getting dressed and fixed her hair and makeup.

"Any more cramps or bleeding?"

"No, it stopped last week you were too busy sneezing in my face to notice."

He chuckled.

"I'm really sorry about that by the way and it was only one time."

"Yes but it should've been only zero times, my mouth was open Fitz."

He pointed and laughed.

"I'm sorry but you have to admit that was really funny, the look on your face was priceless, I thought you were gonna kill me, I'm surprised you didn't get sick from that."

"Yes, well, apparently my flu shot is working better than I expected."

He nodded and then got quiet, she could tell he was thinking about something.

She smiled, "what's going on in that head of yours."

"Oh nothing, it's just that the next time we have sex, you could very well get pregnant."

"I know, isn't it exciting."

Fitz smiled.

"So you aren't nervous?"

"Of course I am," she said with a smile.

Fitz walked over to her, stood behind her and wrapped his arms around.

"Me too and I've already had a kid so I can imagine how much worse it is for you."

Olivia turned and faced him.

"What's it like, being a parent?"

"It's terrifying but also amazing. You worry about your child all day, what's they're doing and where they are, if they're safe. You have this person who depends on you for everything and in that way it gives you a purpose, you try to fulfill all their needs, it's terrifying if you can't and amazing if you can."

"Kamaya said it's like having your heart living outside of your body."

"Oh definitely, that's apart of what's terrifying, when Gerry broke his back, I felt like I broke my back."

"Really?"

"Yes but it's not all bad, it's way more good than bad, watching them grow and develop their personality and do really disgusting but also cute and funny things. When Gerry was 2 years old, I found him inside the toilet, he was literally just sitting inside the toilet."

Olivia laughed.

"Seriously."

"Yes, I have a picture of it, it still makes me laugh to this day."

"I need to see that."

"It's in my wallet, one sec."

Fitz pulled out his wallet and took a small Polaroid picture of Gerry sitting inside the toilet and laughing from the fold and handed it to Olivia.

"Oh my gosh, this is adorable," she said as she laughed, "he's seen it right?"

"Yes and he hates it, he tried to destroy it."

Olivia handed him the picture and he placed it in his wallet.

They finished getting ready and then headed to the kitchen for breakfast and then went their separate ways.

Later in the evening, Olivia was a little later getting back from the lab for dinner, when she got to the dining room, Fitz and David were already seated at the table and seemed to be conversing casually.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," she said as gave Fitz a kiss on the cheek.

"It's okay, David and I were just making small talk."

Olivia walked over to David and gave him a hug while Fitz pulled out a chair for her beside him.

"Oh my god, I'm starving," she said as she sat down.

They all lifted the covers from their plates and began eating.

"Okay so, I wanted to meet with you guys today because we really need to make some decisions, the most important hurdle we need to cross is the venue, I know Olivia couldn't decide but we really need to secure it for the date we discussed," David began.

David was a popular event planner, mostly planning celebrity weddings and parties. He was tall with dark skin and a neat goatee, however he wore really long straight hair, down to his waist and behaved in an effeminate manner, leaving no questions about his sexuality.

"Can we go over the options again with pros and cons?" Olivia responded.

"Okay so considering how many people will likely attend: 195 ambassadors, 535 members of congress plus other members of your administration and then heads of state and royalty from all over the world and friends and family, you have celebrities that are quietly asking to be invited so I'd say more than 1,500 people, I know we're working on the guest list right now but it's going to be a big wedding and of course the reception will be much smaller, I still need guidance on who exactly you guys want to be at the reception, I'm aiming to send out invitations by January."

Olivia turned her head to Fitz.

"Do we have to invite everyone from congress, I mean some of them are really mean."

"Yeah, we have to invite them, I don't like half of them either but I can't manage to invite some and not others, it won't be pretty, they'll just be at the wedding, not the reception. He can put the ones we don't like at the back of the church."

Olivia chuckled, "Okay."

"St. Patricks Cathedral in New York, I know you really liked that location but it's in the middle of 5th avenue, the location isn't ideal because a wedding as big as your will lock down that whole section of the city. Same with St. John the divine on 110st, it's huge, it's the fifth largest church in the world but the locations aren't ideal."

David reached into his folder and pulled out images of the both churches.

"The national cathedral in D.C. is huge also, it's beautiful and the location is perfect because it's right in Washington and I already worked out the time of the wedding, the cherry blossoms will be in full bloom."

"What do you think Fitz?"

"I told you, I like the national cathedral, it's perfect."

Olivia pondered for a moment, she really liked the St. Patrick's cathedral but David and Fitz were right, it wasn't ideal.

"Okay, national cathedral it is."

"Perfect, perfect, it only took me two months to get you to agree, let me text my assistant right away," David said with a chuckle.

David pulled out his phone and quickly texted his assistant then he locked it and dropped it in his bag.

"Okay and now let's go over the space for the reception, white house east room isn't big enough we already agreed on that, there is a really big event space by the waterfront, the building has a clear glass exterior and glass ceiling so it's perfect for a night time reception, you can see the sky around you, it's very similar to the Javits Center in New York, it has a nice big open space with high ceilings that we can hang stuff from, it's very luxurious."

David once again pulled out pictures.

"Right by the water and it's a glass building it's perfect, I don't even want you guys to think on it, I just want you to say yes."

Olivia and Fitz looked over the pictures.

"Did you takes these?"

"Yes, I went to inspect the space last week."

"I really like it, it's a huge space and I love the glass ceiling, so we won't give you a hard time with this one, it's a yes from me, what about you Fitz?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"Perfect, I'm so happy I really had my mind set on that. Next, color scheme, I know we were working on some options, I know you like marigold and gold, blush and gold but you only say picture, I brought you some samples of how the colors would look in fabric: satin, tulle, chiffon, organza."

He pulled a chart from his bag and handed it to Olivia and Fitz.

"I feel like the blush and gold would be really pretty especially with the cherry blossoms in full bloom but I really like the marigold is just so rich and I love it so much, plus I really think the blush would wash you out in pictures Fitz, I'm just saying."

"Liv, if you really like the marigold you should go with that one," Fitz said.

Olivia sighed.

"Okay marigold it is."

"Okay so it's white, marigold, gold and green."

"How would that work?" Fitz asked.

David was going to respond but Olivia jumped in.

"David and I were talking about this a little while back, so we'd have those dainty little gold chairs, the really fancy ones, the utensils would be gold as well, it's like a metallic sort of gold it's not gauche, and white, obviously we'd have white napkins and table covers and plates but also I wanted white roses as our flower and with the roses that's where the green comes in, green leaves to garnish the roses and the stem would be green as well, that's the only place we'd have green, it's not gonna be an official color in the wedding. The marigold would be the accent, so I was thinking satin around the chairs, not like a big bow but we'd find some we could do with it, something minimal and we could tie cute little marigold ribbons around the napkin and so on and so forth."

"I can see it now. I think it'll look nice."

"I know right, it was mostly David who helped me come up with the aesthetic."

David jotted down some notes.

"So next thing we need to go over is the choice for the invitation, I know over the past few weeks you've been eliminating options, so now we have three left."

David placed the three invitations on the table.

"We have to get to one."

"I had no idea making these decisions could be so hard," Olivia said exasperatedly.

Fitz chuckled, he liked that she was a sort of mild bridezilla.

"Fitz, I'm sorry, I can't choose, you have to pick it."

"Liv, I have no idea."

"I can't pick it, Abby likes this one, but I like that one," she pointed.

Abby was Olivia's maid of honor, she been helping with a lot of the decision as well.

"I mean, well it's not Abby's wedding so why don't you go with the one you like," said Fitz.

"I don't know," she whined, "David can I get one more day to think on it please, I mean, I'm sending it to the queen of England for christ sake, I'd hate for her to think it looks tacky or not fancy enough."

"Okay, one more day Liv, I'm gonna hold you to that," David slightly scolded.

"I promise, one more day and also I'm thinking we can add some white and green hydrangeas to the bouquet and some stem flowers, I don't just want it to be roses, I want it have a little flavor."

"I like that," David nodded as he jotted it down, "Okay, final thing, I know I keep saying final thing but this really is the final thing for now, it's the dress. So a few designers have reached out to me in the past week, they want to design you a custom dress."

"What, really?"

"Yes, so Riccardo Tisci's team reached out and he was willing to send you sketches, as well as the team from Marchesa, Elie Saab, Vera Wang, Alexander Mcqueen and Reem Acra."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I was really excited and I wanted to tell you in person. I gave them your height, weight and measurements and most of them said they'd have something within the next few weeks and Tom Ford wanted to design you a tux as well Mr. President, I gave his team your measurements as well."

Fitz nodded,

"Wow, this is really exciting. How do I tell Riccardo Tisci that I don't like the wedding dress he designed for me."

"Well, I told them what you had in mind for your wedding dress, how you wanted the silhouette, the veil, the train and I know you also were open to ethereal embellishments so I think you'll love all of them and the hard decision will be choosing which one you don't love enough. They said that if you had any suggestions feel free to pass them along and they also could send you a look book of past collections so you could see if you like anything, you know it's crunch time, you have hard decisions to make."

"I feel like these are good hard decision to have to make," Olivia said with a smile.

They say around chatting about further details until they finished dinner then thanked David for his service and escorted him out, afterwards the went to the bedroom.

They refrained from having sex because Fitz wasn't yet feeling 100% after his flu, two nights later however all bets were off.

He was already showered when Olivia came home around 9pm. He gave her a few minutes to shower as well and then the moment the faucet turned off, he opened the shower door and lifted her out.

"We are making this baby tonight," he said as he threw her over his shoulder.

She squealed as he walked her to the room and threw her on the bed.

"Are you still sniffly?"

"No," he said with a smile.

He grabbed her by the feet and pulled her towards him at the edge of the bed and leaned on top of her.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," she said coyly.

Fitz pulled of his robe, he was completely naked underneath and erect.

"Wow, look at you, ready to go."

"It's been two weeks since we last had sex, of course I'm ready to go."

He leaned down kissed her, it went from soft, to hungry, to ravenous all the while he massaged his thumb around her clit, feeling and waiting for her to get moist enough for him to enter her. It didn't take long to get her to that place and when he entered her slowly, he found her warm and welcoming. He didn't rush, he was very slow and deliberate with his movement because he wanted to commit to memory the first time they had sex, not just for pleasure or love but with the purpose of creating a new life.

Olivia wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing him and quietly whispering 'I love you's' as he went. Fitz tried to draw it out for as long as possible until he couldn't hold back anymore and burst inside of her. In the middle of his orgasm, Olivia came as well, grabbing a handful of the sheets as she rode hers out. Fitz emptied every ounce he could pump out inside of her and then pulled out carefully. Olivia attempted to sit up but Fitz stopped her.

"No, you're not allowed to move, you have to lay there and let it permeate, I'm pretty sure that's like a rule somewhere."

"Fitz, that's a myth."

"I mean, can you really be sure."

"Yes," she said with a smile.

"Okay but just to be safe, I did good work just now, I wanna give my soldiers a fair shot."

Olivia tried to stifle a laugh but couldn't help it.

"Okay fine, I'll lay here but you have to lay beside me."

"I will do so happily," Fitz said as she plopped down beside her.

"Name, what are we gonna name my daughter?"

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully.

"Fitz, that's entirely premature."

"Is it," he said as he leaned over and kissed her softly.

He took his time kissing her and after a while he pulled her up to the top of the bed and they both snuggled under the covers. They helped themselves to another round of each other just for the hell of it then they both fell asleep shortly after.