One month later.
Olivia and Fitz sat in her private gynecologist office waiting for the doctor to come out. She was 12 weeks and she was nervous because it was a small possibility that the doctor would be able to tell the sex of the baby. They had been debating whether or not they wanted to know the sex of the baby during pregnancy or be surprised at the birth but it was hard for her to be surprised because one look at the ultrasound and she would be able to tell for herself.
"Olivia, Mr. President, I'm ready for you," said Dr. Connor.
It was almost 9pm, they waited until after the office closed because they didn't want to run the risk of the press finding out. This was Fitz's first time visiting the doctor with her and it was her first time visiting the doctor since the initial appointment when she found out she was pregnant. They stood up and followed the doctor to the examination room. Once they entered, Fitz helped her to sit on the doctor's table and then he stood directly beside her.
Dr. Connor took a seat on her stool and began jotting down notes on her pad.
"Wait Olivia, can I have you stand on the scale to weigh you please."
"Sure," Olivia said.
Fitz helped her off the chair again (not that she needed help she was only three months pregnant and she wasn't showing). The doctor balanced the scale and jotted down her weight on the notepad.
"You gained three pounds since I last saw you."
Olivia smiled.
"That's good."
"Yes but you are technically underweight- eh, I wouldn't say underweight, yes technically you are underweight, your bmi is on the low side."
"I've always had a low to moderate bmi, considering how much I've been throwing up I think it's not too bad."
"Has the morning sickness been bad?" the doctor asked.
"It's not necessarily morning sickness it's just that for the past three weeks almost everything I smell makes me want to vomit, and then sometimes even just remembering how bad something smells turns me off from eating. I know food aversions are common but it's this is really bad."
Dr. Connor chuckled.
"I know, the upside is the cravings."
"Yeah, all I been able to eat for the past three weeks is popcorn, goat cheese, vegetable tempura and chicken wings"
Fitz chuckled.
"And chocolate," Fitz added.
"Guilty," Olivia said with a smile.
"But other than that no major issues?" Dr. Connor asked with a smile.
"No, other than that it's been good, nothing to complain about, no spotting or pains or anything, I've been looking for all the signs to worry and so far nothing."
"Perfect, why don't you get up on the table and lift your shirt so we can go ahead and perform the ultrasound."
"Okay."
"Any questions, Mr. President?"
"No, the good thing about having a wife thats a doctor is that she can answer all my dumb questions and spare you from having to do it," he said with a smile.
Both Olivia and the doctor laughed. Fitz helped her to sit on the table and the doctor got the transducer probe ready.
"Should we ask her to check today or do you want to wait?" Olivia asked.
"I don't know, do you want to wait, we should wait, until it's like 6 months."
"You think?" Olivia asked.
"I don't know, maybe, it would be fun to have gender reveal party-"
"Oh my god that's a great idea," she mused.
"You wanna do that?" he asked.
"Yeah, we should to that."
"So, you don't want to know the sex of the baby, it's a little early but I can try?" the doctor asked.
"No," they said in unison, "can you keep the probe away from the private, I don't want to accidentally find out," Olivia added.
"You've got it," the doctor said with a smile.
The doctor spread gel over her stomach and then swiped the probe across her stomach and the image flashed on the screen. Fitz had his fingers intertwined with Olivia's as the visual of the tiny, barely visible body emerged on the screen.
"Wow, look at our little champ," Fitz said happily as he kissed her cheek.
"I know our little boy," Olivia mused.
"It's going to be a girl."
The doctor chuckled at their bickering.
"I'm sorry, now you see why we don't want to know the sex yet, we have way too much at stake," Fitz joked.
Olivia smiled, "I honestly will be ecstatic with either."
"Me too,"
"Well, he or she looks very to be in very good shape."
"Thank you," Olivia responded.
The doctor packed up the probe and Fitz wiped the gel from Olivia stomach, they talked a little while longer with the doctor and confirmed their next appointment and then they headed back to the whitehouse.
Once the drive back in a motorcade of three unmarked black sedans, they decided it was time to share the news, she was just a week away from being in her second trimester and she no longer worried about a possible miscarriage since she had passed that stage. When they got to the residence, they immediately headed to Gerry's room. Fitz stood at the door and knocked a couple times before Gerry yelled that it was open. When they walked in Gerry was laying across his bed watching tv.
"We need to talk to you Ger, it's important," Fitz began.
"It's not bad is it?" Gerry asked skeptically.
"No, it's actually really good news," Fitz turned to Olivia, "do you want to tell him?"
"No, you tell him."
"Are you pregnant?" Gerry asked,
"Yes."
Gerry sat up and smiled.
"Wow that's great, I'm finally going to get my little sister."
Olivia smiled,"you want it to be a girl too?"
"Yes! And wow dad, you finally decide to do this when I leave for college next year, what's wrong with you."
Fitz chuckled.
"You can come visit her and call her everyday, we'll figure something out."
"Well congratulations to all of us. I get a baby sister, you two get a daughter. Dad, I'm already waiting for the day when someone tries to mess with my babysister, it will be armageddon."
Olivia laughed, "now if it turns out to be a boy, I'll feel bad."
"I'll be excited for a baby brother too, but I'll also want a baby sister after that, no pressure though, take your time."
Both Fitz and Olivia laughed.
"Night Gerry, by the way, we aren't telling anyone yet but we'll let you know when we are," Fitz said.
"You got it, night dad, night Olivia."
"Goodnight Gerry, night Max" Olivia replied.
Max was laying lazily on the floor, he mostly slept in Gerry's room.
Once they were out of the room Olivia sighed relief, "that went well, no we just have to tell Abby, she will not be happy I waited this long."
"I know," Fitz said with a chuckle.
They walked into their bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom to begin undressing for their shower. While Olivia was getting undressed, Fitz called down to the kitchen for the staff to bring her up some food since they didn't get a chance to have dinner. After he ordered the food, he went into the bathroom to join Olivia, he was surprised when he found her sitting bath filled with water.
"We're taking a bath tonight?"
"Yep, get in," she said with a smile.
He stripped and stepped in the tub behind her and sat. she eased herself up and sat on his lap and leaned back against his chest.
"I'm horny, what are you going to do about that?" she teased lightly.
"I have a few little tricks up my sleeve," he replied as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
"Like?"
He chuckled.
"A nice game of how many strokes does it take my wife to orgasm."
"Let's play."
"Okay but there are rules."
"What are the rules? She asked.
"You have to count, out loud, you can't skip a number, you can't pause and you most importantly, you can't moan."
"What kind of game is that? What am I supposed to do bite my lips and be quiet?"
"Yep and we'll see how long you can hold out, it's a test, of sorts."
"I'm not happy about your rules but you've peaked my interest so I'll play, just make sure I orgasm okay."
"If you follow the rules, you will," he responded with a smirk.
He switched positions with her so he was kneeling behind her and he braced her against the side of the tub, she was on her knees. Fitz reached over and grabbed the bottle of shower oil and spread it all over her ass.
"Are you ready," he asked.
"I think so," she said with smile.
He rubbed his tip up and down the length of her opening before he slid it in slowly, until he couldn't go further.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she closed her eyes.
"No-no-no, no moaning, no groaning, no cursing, just count."
"No, it's not fair, I don't like this game, you always do this, I'm in my stage of my pregnancy where my libido is going to be very high, I don't want games, I just want sex."
"Too late, you already agreed."
He gave her another deep stroke.
"Two," she said breathlessly.
He stroked her again.
"Ahhh," she moaned.
He stopped and pulled out then he stepped out of the shower.
"You're disqualified."
"Stop it Fitz, it's not funny," she whined.
He stroked himself as she watched.
"If you want it, come and get it," he teased as he walked out of the bathroom.
She climbed out and dried her feet off on the mat and followed him.
"I'm not joking, this isn't funny, I'm pregnant, I'm horny, I'm hungry and now I'm angry."
Fitz chuckled and turned around.
"You're so dramatic, get on the bed, I'll give you what you want."
She ran to the bed.
"I thought you were angry."
"Yes, I was but I'm not anymore."
He chuckled, "so fickle."
They were still wet from the shower when Fitz jumped on the bed and joined her. Olivia pulled his face down and started kissing him immediately, before he even fully positioned himself over her. Sensing her urgency, he entered her immediately.
"Finally," she moaned.
Fitz smiled and kissed her, "that's what you like huh?"
"I love it," she moaned as she grabbed his ass as shoved him deeper.
They went on for some time until there was a knock on the door.
"Shit," Fitz said as he remembered the food that he ordered.
He attempted to get up but Olivia grabbed onto his waist.
"No, don't answer, they'll leave."
He smiled and leaned down and began thrusting again.
"Mmm…"
The was another knock.
"Mr. President, we have the food delivery you requested."
Fitz broke the kiss with Olivia.
"Leave it by the door!" he yelled.
"I'm cuming baby," Olivia whisepred in his ear.
"Okay sir, It's right by your door."
He angled her hips up towards him and thrusted harder.
Olivia kept her hand tight around his waist to steady herself and then as her orgasm took her, Fitz's did as well.
He collapsed on top of her, still kissing her but after a long day, they were both exhausted.
"Fitz… the food," Olivia reminded him.
He chuckled and shook his head and kissed her again.
"I'll grab it."
He stood up and grabbed his robe from the bathroom then he went into the hallway to get the food and brought it over to her by the bed.
He pulled the dome off the tray, revealing the food to Olivia.
"Let's do this carefully, you barely made it to the bathroom last time."
"I know," she said with a smile, "these look good though."
He held up the plate of grilled chicken tenders in front of her. Olivia sniffed it and gave him a thumbs up. He nodded and then placed it back on the plate and held up the plate with the vegetable tempura and she sniffed it then gave him the thumbs up. He put it back on the tray and then held up the plate with the sauce and had her sniff it, Olivia gagged at the smell.
Fitz moved it away quickly.
"So that's a no for the sauce," he said with a chuckle.
"Yes, no for the sauce, everything else is good."
He brought the sauce to the coffee table in front of the sofa and then joined her on the bed as they ate.
"So, are you excited for the interview tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes, my first press day as first lady, I'm really excited," she said as she ate her broccoli.
"Are you nervous about the radio show? I don't really like the idea of people calling in, you know crazy people might call in and try to say something crazy to you."
"That's actually exciting and don't they screen the calls before they allow them through."
"Yeah that's true and you can always change your mind and you should also let me know if you change your mind about the g20, I know how busy you are and you'll have to take almost a week off to fly with me to Germany."
"I'm not going to change me mind, I want to, I 'll probably be showing by then so we'll have to figure that part out."
"You shouldn't be worried about telling the world, you need to be worried about telling Abby."
Olivia chuckled.
"I'm going to call her tomorrow before I leave for New York and she'll give me a hard time but that's really all she can do."
"Okay well call me and tell me know her reaction."
"I will."
She was beginning to get a little chilly so she pull on the covers. Fitz noticed and got beside her under the cover.
"So, I kind of have good news but you have to come by the lab to see it."
"What is it?"
"No, I'm not telling you, you have to come by the lab for me to show you."
"I'll just ask Gerry, I'm sure he'll tell me."
"NO, Gerry doesn't know," she said with a mischievous smile.
"Okay, I can't come tomorrow but I can make it there the day after, how does that sound?"
"No, I changed my mind, forget I said anything, it's too soon to show you."
"No, come on."
"I'll just show you when I'm done."
Fitz sighed.
"Okay fine. I can't believe you got my hopes up like that."
"Such is my power," she said with a smile.
After they finished eating, Fitz took the tray and placed in on the floor and then snuggled close to her and they went to bed a little while later.
In the morning, Fitz got up and got ready. He had an earlier day than Olivia, who would be doing press for most of the afternoon and then they would meet later in the evening for a joint tv appearance.
After he was dressed, he walked over to the bed and sat beside her.
"Liv, I'm heading out now sweetie."
He leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Bye."
"Oo Liv, your breath," he teased as he stood up.
"Shut up," she said as she laughed and covered her head with the pillow.
She got up about an hour after Fitz left, to bathe and brush her teeth then met with her hair and makeup team and personal shopper for breakfast. After breakfast, they all went to the closet to help her dress and start her hair and makeup.
She wore a Armani white skinny ankle pants and a cream Gucci pussy tie silk blouse underneath with a structured white Balmain blazer and nude Christian Louboutin pumps. The only jewelry she was her diamond knobs and her wedding ring.
She would be flying to New York in the afternoon to meet Fitz for their tv appearance and she figured she'd invite Abby to lunch and then she could tell her the news. As she waited for her detail to bring the car around, she pulled out her cell and dialed Abby, who picked up on the second ring.
"Liv, what's up?"
"Nothing, I'm going to be in town today and thought maybe we could grab some lunch together, I kinda need to talk."
"What time, my shift ends at three."
"Three is fine, I'll make reservations at Serafina's."
"Perfect, I haven't had Serafina's in a while so good, that works for me."
"Okay perfect, I'll make the reservation for 3:30 becuase I have to meet Fitz by 4:30, just a quick lunch and then I have to run."
"Make the reservation for three and I'll see if I can maybe get off my shift 20 minutes earlier."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, it's fine, I'm usually just filling out paperwork the last hour of my shift anyways so it's cool."
"Okay perfect. I'll see you later."
Olivia hung up and then headed to the car that was waiting for her.
"Hey Josh, I wanted to have some lunch with a friend at Serafina's around 3 today."
"No problem, we'll make the arrangements."
"Thanks," she said as she took her seat in the back of the suv with her new chief of staff and two of her aides.
Their first venue was a national radio program in Virginia, she would be doing a brief interview and speaking to callers. It was Cyrus' idea for her to take a few days doing press as the new first lady for the campaign.
It was just over an hour drive when they arrived and headed straight to the green room to wait for the start of the interview. They specifically choose the radio station because a lot of small towners listened to it and Cyrus thought it was a great way to get people like them familiar with her since they would soon be kicking into the thick of the campaign during the summer.
She waited for about 15 minutes before the station crew escorted her to the studio for the interview. When she walked into the room, she smiled and greeted the host.
"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hey, we're so excited to have you here, we'll be going back on air in about 1 minutes so we're gonna get the headset on you now okay," said one host.
She nodded and then one of the crew members helped her to put the headset on.
The other host stood and shook her hand warmly, "hello, we're so excited to have you."
"I'm excited to be here,' they all got seated and waited to go back on air.
"3-2-1, we're back and we're so excited to have with us our brand new first lady Olivia Grant. She was nice enough to stop by to chat with us for a little while and then afterwards she'd like to chat with you so we'll open up the phone lines now and you can call in but first let's chat, how does it feel to be the new first lady?"
Olivia smiled.
"You make it seem like I won a pageant, 'how does it feel to be the new miss USA," she said with a chuckle.
The hosts laughed.
"Yeah that was weird, wasn't it, okay so let me ask you this, a lot of people take issue with you not being a typical first lady, since the wedding you haven't really attended many events with the president that a usual first lady does, we had a few: the veterans event, the president of Australia visited and you were absent at the bilateral and a few others, what do you have to say to those critics?"
Olivia could see her chief of staff get queasy at the question but she had no issue with it.
"I would just say that I'm a working woman, I have a career that I love and I have serious work that I do and while I'd love to be present for a lot of these events, most times, I'm unable to. Most women work and so do I and I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
"Does the president ask you to be present at these events?"
"No, for the most part he lets me know his schedule it's up to me whether or not I can make it."
"So what about the g20 coming up, will you be attending, historically all the president's spouse's attend?"
"I will be attending and I'm really excited."
"Do you think it will be fun."
"I know that Fitz usually enjoys his time there and by that standard, yes, I think it will be fun."
"Most first ladies have one issue that they commit to, do you have one issue that you want to put on a national platform and make it 'your thing' so to speak?"
"My thing is being a doctor, I hope to encourage other little boys and girls to be doctors."
"Well said Mrs. Grant and now we'll take our first caller, we have Jessica calling from Maryland, hello Jessica."
"Hi, I just wanted to call to I'm actually studying to be a doctor and so I'm glad we have a first lady that's a doctor as well."
"Thank you Jessica, congrats on your hard work so far, what field do you plan on entering."
"Pediatrics."
"My best friend is a pediatrician and she loves so it, she gets to work with so many adorable little kids."
"I know, I love kids and I'm really excited, I start my residency soon."
"I'm happy for you, congratulations again and keep up the hard work."
"Thanks."
They had a few very polite calls and then Jeff called.
"Next caller, Jeff from New Jersey."
"Hello," the man said.
"Hi Jeff, you're on air, what's up?" Olivia said.
"I just wanted to say that I'm angry Sally Langston dropped out, she would've been a good conservative christian president unlike president Grant."
"You think so Jeff, I happen to disagree," Olivia replied.
"Yes, she was actually gonna do stuff, president Grant is an abortionist, leftist, hippy and he's not a Christian. He's ruining our country, he's a liar and a complete incompetent a-hole. Grantcare doesn't work-"
Olivia smiled, she could see the host about to cut him off but she stopped them.
"Oh Jeff, we've been so polite to you. Why do you wanna be like that when we're being friendly," Olivia said.
"Grantcare doesn't work. He's not a Christian. He's making big bucks from special interests groups, he's un American."
"Jeff I wonder why you called with such hostility, bashing someone who's never bothered you. If you're going to call and attack my husband, you need to call with facts, if you have valid claims and criticisms, I'm polite enough to hear them out but if not then I'm going to hang up."
"He's killing babies."
"He's not killing any babies Jeff, you're making claims you can't back up, you don't know the legislation your wasting my time talking about and your accusing the president of murder without any proof, so I have a little bit of advice for you Jeff, hate makes you stupid, so try hating a little bit less and reading a little bit more, I say that with love."
The host starting laughing as they ended the call.
"He told us he wanted to congratulate you on the wedding," the host said.
"I think Jeff's just misunderstood," Olivia replied.
The chatted on air for a while longer and Olivia took a few more calls that were polite and then they ended the broadcast and headed back to the green room.
"I can't believe that just happened," her chief of staff Pamela said.
Olivia laughed.
"Really, I thought that was funny."
Pamela's phone rang and she answered and then handed it to Olivia.
"It's vice- president Beene for you."
Olivia took the phone.
"Hello Cy."
"Olivia that was amazing."
"Cyrus aren't you suppose to be somewhere being vice-president."
"I had to stop to listen to the interview, but I love it, we can brand you as the down to earth, real, woman who-"
"Cy, is Fitz beside you?"
"No, why?"
"Nothing, I actually have to go."
She hung up and then handed the phone back to Pamela.
"What did he say?" Pamela asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said nonchalantly.
They left the broadcast studio and headed to the joint base andrew. Since Olivia was now first lady she flew in a 747 boeing government issued jet. She took a few journalist along for the ride and gave a few interviews during the flight. She landed at Laguardia airport just after two pm and then headed straight to Serafina's to meet Abby.
She was a little late, arriving just after 3pm but it was perfect because Abby had taken her seat moments before she arrived.
When Abby saw Olivia walking back to the secluded booth she stood up and waited to greet her. Once Olivia stepped up, she hugged her briefly and then sat down.
"Hey, I've missed you, you little hooker," Abby said as sat back on her chair.
"I missed you too," Olivia replied.
Olivia could see all the eyes peeking back at their booth, surprised to see her at the restaurant.
A waitress walked over immediately to take their order.
"Hi, I'm Olivia, I'll be your server today."
"I'm also Olivia," Olivia said with a smile.
"I know," the girl said giddily.
"Can I get you both some water or any drinks until you're ready to order?"
"I'll have some white wine," Abby said.
"I'll have water and can I just have berry tart and vanilla ice cream."
Abby looked at her sideways, wondering why she would order such a funny thing.
"I guess, I'll just have the feta pizza."
"Okay, thanks you, I'll be back as soon as possible."
The waitress left quickly.
"A berry tart for lunch?" Abby asked.
"Yes, that what I need to talk to you about."
"What?"
"Okay, I'm pregnant," Olivia whispered.
"WHAT!" Abby screamed.
"Shh,"
"Oh my god, when did this happen?"
"Abby inside voice please and it happened in February."
"What, so wait- that means you're like three months, why didn't you tell me?"
"I just wanted to keep it between me and Fitz until I got out of my first trimester."
"I'm your best friend, I know everything about you, I can't believe you waited three months."
"Are you gonna give me shit about it?"
"Yes!" Abby said with a chuckle.
Olivia was glad she kept her reaction measured, Abby had a knack for overreacting.
"Fitz told me to call and tell him your reaction, he was sure you'd go crazy."
"Are you showing yet, I didn't notice when you walked in."
"No, I wish, my stomach is a little pudgy but it just looks like I've had something to eat."
"You're tiny so you'll probably have a small stomach all the way through or maybe you'll have a huge beach ball belly - no but wait, I'm the godmother right?"
"I guess so."
"What do you mean you guess so."
"Yes Abby, of course you are," she said with a smile.
"Hey, did you tell someone that 'hate makes them stupid', it's trending on twitter."
Olivia chuckled.
"Don't ask, I was at a radio show this morning and some idiot called."
They spent about an hour having lunch and then Olivia had to leave to meet Fitz by the Chase Brinkley show for their first interview together.
When she arrived, Fitz was already back stage in the dressing room. She walked in she found him sitting on the sofa, reading through some papers.
"Hey guys can we have a second," Olivia said as she walked in.
Fitz looked up and smiled when he heard her voice.
She waited until everyone left and then she walked over and sat in his lap and kissed him.
"You told that guy that hate makes him stupid?" he said with a chuckle.
"Yes, he was saying rude things about you, momma bear doesn't play."
"Cyrus loves it, now that I think about it that might have been why he set the whole thing up, everyone's talking about it."
Olivia chuckled.
"Well, in other news, I finally told Abby."
"And what did she say?"
"She reacted slightly dramatically and then she pulled back, she took it really well."
"I love how even though you aren't married to Abby we still have to worry about her reaction to the news of our child."
She chuckled.
"Family is crazy sometimes, what can I say," she said as she kissed him again and stood up.
"When do we go on?"
"30 minutes or so, you look great by the way."
"Thanks."
"Don't the heels hurt your feet?"
"I take them off all the times, Pamela has a pair of flip flops for me in her purse."
Olivia opened the door and allowed everyone back in so the hair and makeup could give her a touch up before they were called to the stage.
Chase, the tv host came to say hi before he went on moments later for his monologue. Fitz and Olivia waited backstage and after the first commercial break Chase called them on.
"Everyone please welcome, President Grant and First lady Dr. Olivia Pope-Grant."
The crowd cheered as they walked on the stage, holding hands. They sat on the couch, Olivia was closer to the host than Fitz was.
"Well, firstly, I'd like to say thank you so much for coming on the show, it only took you four years to fulfil the promise you made to come here but for a president I'd say that not too bad."
The crowd laughed.
"First Lady dr. Olivia-"
"Please, just Olivia."
"Okay Olivia, I have to play a recording from earlier, apparently it's gone viral, but for good reason, so let's all take a listen and then we'll talk about it."
They played the audio in it's entirety and the crowd laughed and cheered.
"So, what happened there? What was that guy's problem?"
"I have no idea, it was pretty funny though."
"Mr. president, what did you think when you heard it?"
"I thought it was hilarious."
"I love how you said 'with love' at the end, nice touch."
"Thank you," Olivia stood up and bowed and the crowd cheered.
The host threw basic questions back and forth between them for a while, mostly about the presidency and campaign until he started asking about them as a couple.
"So can you tell us one thing about Olivia that's funny," he asked Fitz.
Fitz took a moment to think.
"Well, she denies that she does this but she's so beautiful that she's not used to being told no, just tell her no, just say the word no and see the look that come ones her face and then have the cameras zoom in."
"That's not true," Olivia protested.
The cameras zoomed in on her face.
The host turned to her.
"Whatever you're thinking about having you can't have it, no!"
Olivia's eyes opened wide, big, brown and doe, it wasn't on purpose, she didn't even know she did that until Fitz mentioned it a few times.
She could see the video of her face and covered her face, "zoom out."
The crowd started laughing and she did too. Fitz wrapped his arm around her, hugged her and kissed her.
"See, Chase."
"That was hilarious," the host replied.
"Tell us one thing we don't know about the president."
Olivia smiled mischievously.
"Once, when he was in college, he had a dog that-"
Fitz covered her mouth quickly.
"No-no-no," Fitz said laughing.
"No, I wanna hear this," the host said eagerly.
Fitz moved his hand from her mouth, Olivia had been laughing uncontrollably.
"I think I'm gonna hang it over his head a little longer."
"Aw man," Chase said.
They could see the producers cueing for a commercial break.
"Thank you, Mr. President and Olivia, we'll be right back after the break where we have the president and first lady read mean thing people say about them online."
They moved Olivia and Fitz to stools on the other side of the stage during the commercial break while the producers gathered the cards for them to read from. After a short two minute commercial break, they were back.
The producer signalled Fitz to read first.
"This one is from Greg in Iowa, 'I don't understand how Olivia Pope can be so skinny when she has a whole kitchen of people in the white house to cook for her. #anorexic."
Olivia covered her mouth and laughed and began reading her card.
"It's funny because I eat so much," she cleared her throat, "President Grant reminds me of a dumb, over hyped jock in high school who makes everyone do his work for him. #votereston."
Fitz laughed and picked up another card, "I think Olivia Pope is a fake doctor."
"I wonder what shoe polish president Grant uses to gel his hair?"
Olivia burst out laughing before she could finish the reading the card, Fitz laughed and began reading his card.
"I wonder if we could strap President Grant to a jet and just ship him somewhere and never take him back."
Olivia laughed and read, "since taking the office President Grant has gotten grayer and grayer, not so much fun being president huh?"
Fitz laughed.
"Alright, thank you President Grant and Dr. Olivia Pope for stopping by today, we'll take a break and be right back."
Once they got to break, the crew escorted them backstage to the green room.
"Shoe polish for your hair, that's so funny," Olivia said laughing.
"Yeah, whatever, fake doctor."
He said as he chuckled and kissed her.
"Sir, whenever you're ready," Tom said as he walked into the green room.
"Yeah, we're ready," Fitz replied.
He took Olivia's hand and they went down the to the motorcade to head home to Washington.
Two weeks later.
Olivia stood in the mirror in naked, observing the roundness of her stomach. Three and a half months pregnant and it was just beginning to get round which made her ecstatic, she could wait to get her full baby bump. Though it still wasn't visible to someone who didn't know she was pregnant, she could tell and so could Fitz and that's all that mattered.
Fitz walked into the closet, tying his necktie around his neck when he saw her looking in the mirror and walked over to her and rested his hand on her tiny bump.
"Just a few more months," he whispered.
"I've been calculating my due date and it'll be around election day."
"Really, I hadn't thought of that. Imagine if you gave birth on election day."
"I know right, oh the drama."
Fitz chuckled.
"How are we going to tell the world I'm pregnant, have you thought of it?"
"We could just put of a statement, no frills?"
"Or you could just kiss my stomach or rub it in public and let the rumors swirls."
"You're such a little trouble maker, I like that idea though, I'm in."
She smiled, "great and by the way, I'm going to the New York pride parade next month oh and James is coming with me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun and I'll think it'll send a great message of our support."
"I think that's great, just make sure you have top to bottom security."
"I will."
He kissed her shoulder.
"I have to go, what time are you coming home?"
"7 maybe."
"Okay, what are you working on at the lab? You teased me about it the other week and then you never followed up."
She sighed and smiled.
"I've been working on a tissue printer."
"A what? Tissue as in toilet paper?"
She laughed.
"No, tissue as in what forms parts of the human body, skin tissue, flesh, that sort of thing."
"Oh, I knew that, what's a tissue printer?"
"Let's say you got burned really badly, a tissue printer would be able to take your DNA and reprint your skin."
"How would it do that?"
"With lasers and it's a whole lot, I don't want to bore you with details."
"You don't bore me, I have to go but you can tell me all about it later."
He kissed her.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and then headed out.
Olivia took her time getting dressed and then headed to the lab.
In the weeks that came things were hectic, in a good way. Olivia's bump grew with every passing week, though not as much as she like. At four months pregnant, they decided it was finally time to reveal it to the world, she couldn't hide it much longer. So one morning, when Fitz had to take marine one of to perform his presidential duties, she walked out on the south lawn with him, waved goodbye as he got ready to walk unto the helicopter, he kissed her and gently caressed her stomach for all to see.
The press went crazy. For days, it controlled the news cycle, with questions of whether or not she was actually pregnant and guesses on how far also she was. They let it go on for almost a week until one morning, after an event in the whitehouse. As Fitz was leaving, the press began shouting questions at him.
"ARE YOU AND OLIVIA POPE EXPECTING?"
"MR. PRESIDENT, IS FIRST LADY DR. OLIVIA POPE PREGNANT?"
Fitz stopped and turned around when he heard the question.
"Yes," he said with a smile.
"MR. PRESIDENT, ARE HAPPY?"
"There are no words," he smiled, "thank you, everyone, thank you."
He walked out and headed to his office. Then dialed Olivia.
"Fitz?"
"Hey, I just did it."
"You did?"
"Yes, they're gonna be camped out your office so be careful."
She chuckled.
"I will."
"Okay, I know you're busy so I'll call you later."
"Love you, bye."
"Love you too, bye."