The next afternoon.

2:15pm

Lily was screaming as Olivia rocked her. They'd just came back home from Lily's first doctor's appointment where everything went well, so she wasn't sure why Lily was crying so hysterically.

"What's wrong with her?" Olivia asked.

"Let me hold her," Fitz offered as he walked over.

Olivia placed Lily in his arms.

"It's okay, sweet baby, it's okay."

Lily's screaming slowly began to subside.

"You're kidding me?" Olivia said, incredulously.

"I've got the magic touch, what can I say," Fitz joked

Olivia ran her finger across Lily's cheek.

"I did all the hard work Lily and your father just swoops in and takes all the credit and you're letting him," Olivia scolded jokingly.

Fitz rested Lily against his chest and tapped against her back lightly, burping her.

"I was thinking that we should get some pictures of her, I was going to have my assistant find a photographer who could come in a couple days and take some portraits, you know, just so we could have them."

"I think that's a good idea, it'll be nice to have professional pictures and not just ones we take on our phone."

Lily burped.

"There you go," Fitz said, "get it all out." he kissed her against her hair and held her up in front of him, "get it all out baby, get it all out," he cooed to Lily, who seemed thoroughly unimpressed. She looked at him, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout.

"Olivia do you have any idea how much she looks like you, it's the weirdest thing."

"You think so, Natalia and the nurse said the same thing but I don't know."

"Are you kidding me, you're twins." he rested Lily against his chest.

Olivia chuckled and walked back to Lily's changing table to get her a onesie, she wanted to wipe her down and change her.

"So, what's going on with the realtor, have you made any decisions, time's running out."

As he spoke, he felt something wet on his chest and realized that Lily puked some of her milk on him.

"Lily, come on," he said with a chuckle.

"I'll change her," Olivia said.

Fitz walked over with Lily and placed her on the changing table.

"So how are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm glad we had that talk, I just feel so much better."

"No...I meant with your body after giving birth but I mean...that too I guess."

"Oh...awkward" she said slightly embarrassed, "...well I feel a little better everyday, I can't wait to start working out again, I can't walk around with this gut, it looks like I'm 4 months pregnant," she complained.

"You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say, you didn't walk around with a bowling ball in your stomach and then had to push it out."

"Luckily, right? God forbid, I ruined this tight bod," he teased.

"You're so silly."

He pulled off his shirt with the puke stain on chest.

"I'm gonna go change, I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," she said as she unbuttoned Lily's onesie.

Once she had the onesie off, she changed her wet diaper and wiped Lily off with a warm cloth.

"Lily, you're a total traitor by the way," she whispered as she kissed Lily's stomach.

"I heard that," Fitz said as he walked inside the nursery, in a clean shirt. "By the way Natalia asked me to tell you she's going to lunch."

"Okay."

Olivia dressed Lily in her onesie and then picked her up and handed her to Fitz.

"You're babysitting, I have a corset I have to finish."

"Okay," Fitz said as took Lily and rested her against his chest, using his arms to support her back and head "but we're gonna hang out in your bedroom, I wanna watch tv."

"No problem at all, do you need anything to eat?"

"No, I'm good for now, I'll probably go get some take out later though."

She nodded.

Fitz took the pacifier from the changing table and slipped it into Lily's mouth then he walked to Olivia's bedroom. Olivia went downstairs to finish working. The baby nurse kept herself busy washing Lily's clothes and tidying her nursery, there wasn't much to do.

After having not heard from Fitz or Lily after an hour, Olivia went up to her bedroom, to find Fitz asleep on her bed with Lily sleeping on her back, slightly cradled by his side.

She took Lily from the bed and placed her in her bassinet and then went back down the living room. An hour, Lily was crying over the monitor. As Olivia was getting ready to go upstairs to get her, Fitz emerged at the top of the staircase with Lily cradled in his arms.

"She's starving," he said as he descended the steps.

Olivia untied her robe, as Fitz made his way over to her and rested Lily in her arms and Olivia quickly began nursing her. She tried to nurse Lily about every two hours because the baby nurse told her she could never nurse too often, only too little.

Fitz sat on the couch beside them.

"So, what about the realtor, have you decided on what to do?" he asked, remembering that he hadn't gotten an answer from earlier.

"No. not yet."

"You need to make a decision, we have like three weeks left, which now that I think about it, is no time at all, your probably going to have to stay by the house or something if this isn't sorted out in time."

Staying by Fitz's house sounded both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

"I'll email her tomorrow."

"Olivia, you need to get on this-"

"Okay, I'll call her after I've nursed Lily."

Fitz decided to leave it there.

"You want me to burp her when your done," he said.

"No, I've got it."

When Olivia finished nursing Lily, she position her upright against her chest and gently tapped her back.

"I love how when she's nursing, she curls her toes and balls her fists, is breastmilk that good?"

Olivia chuckled, "I've tasted it, it's actually not bad."

"You've tasted your own milk?"

"Yes, I needed to know what I was feeding my child."

"Wow," Fitz said, "you've piqued my interest. I wanna taste it, I feel like I'm missing out."

"Hmmm," Olivia said, "I don't know, are you sure?"

"Apart from my request being really weird, I don't see why not."

"Well, get a spoon...I guess."

Fitz got up and went to the kitchen to grab a spoon, he was oddly excited.

"Where's the baby nurse?" he asked.

"I sent her home, Natalia too, there was nothing left to do."

"Good," he said as he down again.

Once Lily burped, Olivia handed her to Fitz and took the spoon.

"Turn around," she said.

"I watched you give birth less than a week ago, now you're afraid for me to see your nipple, I just saw it when you were nursing Lily."

"I know but this is different, turn around."

"Alright, alright," Fitz said as he turned around.

Olivia pulled down her shirt and began squeezing drops of her breast milk unto the spoon.

Fitz turned around slightly.

"Turn around!" Olivia said.

Fitz turned back around, "I've done way worst things to your breasts, don't act like you've forgotten," he mumbled.

"Quiet," she scolded but then smiled, she liked the banter, she was actually surprised at how familiar he felt. After their conversation last night, he was being more friendly and funny.

She squeezed enough to fill the spoon with milk and then pulled up her shirt slowly as not to spill the milk then she turned around.

"Here it is."

It had a slightly yellow look, which Fitz didn't expect.

"Why does it look yellowish?"

"The doctor said breast milk changes to fit the baby's need, she said a few days after birth it will be a little yellow, it was a lot more yellow before but it's getting more white now."

Fitz was hesitant.

"Come on."

"You know what, fine, I'll taste a little."

"Okay."

Fitz opened his mouth, and Olivia brought the spoon up to his lips. For the briefest of moment, she found herself thinking about kissing him but then she snapped out of it in time to quickly jam it in his mouth, forcing him to drink the entire amount.

"Ahhh," he squawked, frightening Lily, who began to fuss.

He quickly laid her in Olivia arms and ran to the kitchen to rinse out his mouth.

"You're so dramatic," Olivia said loudly.

Moments later, he emerged from the kitchen.

"It actually wasn't that bad."

"Really, you say that after you spat the whole thing out."

"No, actually you jammed it into my mouth so fast I swallowed it all."

"Good for you," she said with a smile. "I might have actually done you a favor, breastmilk is really good for you."

Fitz sat on the couch and leaned back.

"You wanna give me Lily so you can call the realtor."

"Um...yeah sure."

Fitz took Lily and laid her on his chest. "Hey Rosie bud."

Olivia pulled out her laptop and began emailing the realtor.

"Why don't you call her?" Fitz asked.

"She responds very quickly to emails."

A few minutes later, Rebecca, the realtor, called her cell in response to the email.

Fitz listened keenly as Olivia conversed with Rebecca, he was getting the feeling that maybe she was trying to delay moving to California and he hoped that wasn't the case because they'd made a deal and for him, that part was non-negotiable, he wanted Lily in California.

When Olivia hung up, she turned to Fitz.

"She said it's newly renovated and ready to moved into, if I purchase it cash, I can avoid escrow."

"Which one?"

"The bel-air mansion, it's a gorgeous home but I just feel so weird buying a home without seeing it, the pictures are lovely but it's different seeing pictures versus being there in person," she shrugged, "I don't know."

"Didn't you know all this already and I've been using Rebecca for years and she's a little scared of me, if she gives you the okay to buy this house then trust me, it's a great house."

"So you think I should just get it?"

"Yeah, who cares, if you get there and you don't like it the worst that could happen is that you stay there a few months then put it on the market and buy a new place, who gives a fuck, we're rich."

He stood up with Lily, "just call Rebecca and tell her to make them an offer so we can get the ball rolling, I just really want all this stuff out of the way before we head back."

"Okay," Olivia responded.

Fitz headed up the stairs as Olivia dialed Rebecca to relay Fitz's message.

4 days later.

"Okay, so, here's my thing, I'm not too sure about the flash and her eyes," Fitz said to the photographer.

"Flash doesn't hurt babies eyes, I'm a child photographer, I can assure you it doesn't," the man replied.

"Mmm...okay," Fitz said skeptically.

"Fitz, can you please just let him do his job," Olivia said.

"Alright, I said okay."

The photographer snapped another picture of Lily in her crib. He had his studio light set up in the nursery, since they decided it best to take the pictures at home.

"Come on Lily, give me a little smile," the photographer said, out of practice and not necessarily a need for her to smile.

Lily didn't budge.

"She has a resting bitch face," Olivia joked.

Lily was wrapped in a cream swaddle blanket. She had her stuffed animals tucked around her.

"She's just a professional, that's all," Fitz responded.

"Oh god, hopefully, she doesn't grow up and her only aspiration is to be a model, can you imagine."

"Tell me about," Fitz agreed.

"Okay, I want to get some pictures with mom," the photographer said.

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm fat, I'm bloated, my hair is all frizzy, there's no way I'm going in front of a camera."

"Come on, not true, you're gorgeous, if you weren't Lily wouldn't be here," he joked.

"No, I'm not going," Olivia said, blushing and hoping it wasn't obvious.

Fitz took her hand and pulled her over to the crib.

"Stop, come on."

"Fine," Olivia said.

"Do you mind holding her," the photographer said.

Olivia picked Lily and turned her to the camera.

"Hold your face against hers," the photographer.

"Eh-," she hesitated, "I have La Mer cream on my face and I don't want it getting on her face."

"Okay, just hold it as close as possible without it touching," the photographer said.

Olivia followed his instructions.

"Smile," the photographer said.

Olivia gave him a small smile.

"Smile like you were poor and just won the lotto the day before you were evicted," Fitz said.

"That's very specific," Olivia said with a chuckle as she smiled a little wider.

"Okay, you look wonderful," the photographer said as he began snapping pictures. "Come on, kiss her cheek," the photographer said. "Pull your hair behind your ear, it's hiding your face." Olivia pulled her hair behind her ear, from her face and smiled, hoping the pictures wouldn't look too bad because she had no makeup on.

"Okay, can I have some with dad now," the photographer said.

Fitz walked over and took Lily. he didn't need instructions from the photographer, instead he immediately began making silly poses and faces with Lily in his arms.

Olivia laughed.

A few minutes later, the photographer called Olivia over for a family portrait.

"Come on mom, let's have you, dad and baby in a family picture."

Olivia never got used to the idea of them as a family, it still felt weird.

She walked over to Fitz and Lily and stood for the pictures. After a couple of shots it was over.

"I think we've got it," he said.

"Can I see the photos," Olivia said.

"Sure."

The photographer walked over with his camera and showed Olivia the photos he'd just snapped moments earlier. She was genuinely surprised at how great they looked, they weren't fussy, just simple photos of their little family together.

"Fitz, do you want to have a look?" she asked.

"No, I'm sure they're great," he said as he was making faces at Lily.

"No, come on, take a look."

He sighed, not in an annoyed way, more like a petulant child and then walked over to them to look at the photos.

As the photographer, flipped through the photos, Fitz wonder what Olivia's problem was. She looked utterly gorgeous in every single photo and yet it didn't seem as though she was aware of that, which was a stark contrast to when he'd first met her. He wondered if maybe it was the effects of having just given birth, if that were the case, perhaps it would be temporary but he worried more that it might have been that after everything that had happened after the past several months she could no longer look at herself and see beauty. He hoped the later wasn't the case.

"So when can we get them?" Olivia asked, breaking him from his thoughts.

"In a week, I'll have them printed and digital form for you," the photographer responded.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it, you were lovely."

"Oh, no problem, it was good working with you."

Olivia was about to walk over to the crib when Fitz called her.

"Olivia come look, she's sticking her tongue out," he said quickly.

Olivia walked over quickly just in time to see the act.

"I think she's pooping, I think she only does that when she's pooping."

Olivia sniffed her diaper and scrunched her nose.

"Yeah, she pooped."

Olivia took her and laid her on the changing table and began unwrapping her swaddle.

"What are doing tomorrow?" he asked.

"Nothing really, the movers are coming tomorrow to move all the non essential things to the storage unit in L.A."

"Good, by the way Megan is stopping by tomorrow, I needed to go over some things with her."

"Okay, what time?"

"I don't know 1, maybe."

"Okay."

Olivia changed Lily's diaper and waited as the photographer and his assistant pack up his belongings and when he was finished they both escorted him out to the front door.

The next afternoon, Olivia sat on the couch sewing together fabrics when Fitz walked down the steps and headed to the door.

"Where's Lily?" Olivia asked.

"She's with the nurse."

"Okay."

Fitz walked to the door and opened it for Megan and then returned with her to the living room.

"Liv, this is Megan."

Olivia turned around and stood to greet Megan.

"Hello, It's so lovely to meet you, I'm Olivia," Olivia said with a wave of her hand.

Megan stretched her hand for a shake, which Olivia join in.

"It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Mr. Grant's assistant- I'm sorry, you probably know that- congratulations on your daughter," Megan said.

"Thank you."

Fitz sat on the couch while Megan sat on the armchair a few feet away. Olivia sat in her spot at the opposite end of the couch with Fitz.

"Okay so I just wanna get this over with."

"Okay, I'll be quick," Megan said as she crossed her legs.

"I need you to sign a few things."

She reached into the her binder and handed Fitz a few documents.

"Pen," Fitz said as he read the documents.

Megan handed him a pen.

"By the way, Cyrus wanted to know if there was anyway you'd make time for a meeting with the ceo of Palmer's oil next-"

"No."

"Okay, I'll let him know. Uhm and also senator Parrish wanted to invite you to a fund-"

"Big fat no to that one."

"-But Cyrus says you need to get familiar with the political class, so he really thinks-"

"No."

"Okay," she said with a chuckle.

"Cyrus is going to schedule a visit to the factory to look at what the engineer are working on, the new bombers are almost ready."

"I have all that info, I know," Fitz responded.

Fitz began signing the documents. Olivia watched from the side of her eye their body language, knowing Fitz, they'd probably had sex already but based on his body language she couldn't tell, he seemed indifferent to her presence and Megan seemed professional. She felt silly for having spent that entire day speculating about their relationship.

Fitz and Megan sat talking, solely about work for almost 15 minutes before Fitz stood up.

"Yep, we're done here."

Megan stood up, "okay, I'll take care of everything else on my end and I'll reach out to you if anything."

"Bare minimum Megan, only if it's absolutely essential."

"Yes Mr. Grant."

"Fitz, please."

"Sorry, I'm so used to calling your father Mr. Grant- Sorry- Fitz."

Megan turned to Olivia.

"Goodbye Olivia, it was nice meeting you," Megan said.

"Same here," Olivia said with a smile.

Fitz walked Megan back to the door to let her out and then walked back to the living room.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Sewing."

"I can see that but what are you sewing?"

He took a seat beside her.

"Oh" she said with a smile, "this dress for a wedding, it's quite simple, it's one of the easier ones."

"When did you learn how to sew? Did your mom teach you?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling, "and then when I got older, I snuck and went to design school."

"Yeah when I came here and saw all this," he said, motioning to all the fabrics, "I was surprised."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, how much do you sell these things for anyways?"

"It all depends, anywhere from probably $2,000 to $15,000."

"Really?"

"It's handmade, to your exact measurements, a dress can take up 300 hours or more, the fabrics are all imported-"

"300 hours, what?"

"Well, it's not as bad as it sounds, if you have three people, that's myself, Marita and Margaret, working 7 hour each, per day, on the same dress then it only really takes two weeks to complete the dress, we've only worked on 3 dresses for that long, most dresses take only a few days, and plus I have my assistants helping out as well. If it's a really simple silk dress or something, it'll take me a day, even quicker if I get help and we get alot of those orders so…"

"How many clients do have?"

"That I'm currently making dresses for?"

"Uhm…" she took a moment to think, "right now 7."

"Oh...that's not too bad."

"It was way more before but I stopped taking clients after we spoke about moving to California, so in the past month, we've just been finishing all the orders we had, I took a two week break just to recover from giving birth but next week I have to go back to the studio to fit these last few clients and then I'll have to figure it out from there I guess."

Fitz was only just realizing what she was giving up by moving to California, which made him appreciate it even more.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not fair," he said after a silent moment.

"I thought that at first but not so much anymore. It's not about being fair, it's just about what's best for Lily, she needs both parents, you run a company with thousands of employees, I run a studio with 4, so it only makes sense that I be the one to make the move and who know, maybe next time, it'll be you."

Fitz smiled, "yeah, we'll probably have to alternate compromises, next time it's me okay?'

She chuckled, "I'm going to hold you to that."

The next night.

Olivia pulled him by the arm, "come on, just a little further, I have a surprise for you."

He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her shoulder.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked in between kisses.

"A little further, you'll see."

They continued walking down the dimly lit hallway.

"How about- you naked? That would be a nice surprise," he quipped.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I would, that's why I said it."

They continued walking, "how much further?" he asked.

"Just right there," she pointed to the door at the end of the hallway.

"Okay."

He wrapped his arms around her waist as he walked behind her up to the door.

When he stepped inside, door behind him closed and Olivia pulled his arms from her waist and turned around to face him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

She didn't respond.

The light in the room suddenly got dim and then there was only a spotlight on him.

"Olivia?"

Eli and Jake stepped out from the darkness with knives in their hands.

Fitz stepped back, he had nothing, no weapon. He looked to Olivia, who stared at him without remorse. He turned to look at the door but now- there was no door. He turned back around and Eli was right in front of him, he grabbed unto his neck and plunged the knife into his gut and then pulled it out and stepped back.

"You fell for it," he said with a chuckle.

Fitz reached down and felt warm blood leaking from his wound. When he looked back up, it was Jake who was in front of him.

"You fell for it," Jake said as he stabbed him in the gut, deep, and with malice then he pulled the knife out and stepped back.

The pain ripped through his core, the burning multiplied as he felt stab after stab. There were no longer two knives, there were twenty. He couldn't see who was stabbing him, he just knew he was getting stabbed all over his body.

He fell to the floor, alive, barely.

He stretched to Olivia, though unable to move his hands from the floor.

"Olivia please help me!"

He could barely get the words out through the blood seeping down the corners of his mouth.

"Olivia don't move," Eli commanded.

She looked from Fitz to Eli and then back to Fitz. She had tears in her eyes, her remorse now evident.

"Please Livie?"

"Olivia, do not move! Do not help him!"

She stepped forward towards Fitz, as if to help him and then she stopped and look at Fitz then Eli and then she stepped back until she disappeared into the darkness.

Fitz gave up and laid on the ground ready to die. He look to his left and saw Gerry's dead body laying beside him, he looked to his right and saw Scott's mangled dead body laying beside him and then he awoke.

Fitz jumped up to see Olivia trembling in fear and realize he was holding her by the shirt collar and quickly let go.

"What's going on?" he asked shakily, with cold sweats running down his forehead.

"You grabbed me-"

"What happened?" He sat up, still a little disoriented. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Olivia stood up and took a breath to calm herself, "I came downstairs for a bottle of water and as I walked back upstairs I heard you ask me you to help you, I thought you were awake but when I walked over to you I realized you were asleep and having a nightmare so I tried to wake and then you grabbed me and I don't know, I freak out but you didn't hurt, I'm alright."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She picked up her water bottle from where she dropped it on the floor when Fitz grabbed her and opened the top and handed it to him.

"Drink."

Fitz didn't argue, he took the bottle and took a sip and then handed it back to her.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Fitz, you had a nightmare-"

"I know. Is Lily up?"

"She's sleeping."

Olivia rested her arm on his leg, "Fitz, are you sure you're okay?"

"Olivia, I'm fine."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No Olivia, I'm fine."

She let go of his leg.

"Fitz, you were calling for me to help to you, what happened?"

Fitz didn't respond.

"Fitz...please... just tell me," she pleaded.

"Olivia go to bed."

Her eyes welled with water as she backed away.

"Olivia-"

"I'm sorry, I just can't help but think-" she shook her head and wiped her eyes, "It's fine."

She turned and walked to the stairs.

"Liv?"

She stopped and turned around.

"I'm sorry for grabbing you, I didn't know."

"It's okay."

She turned and continued up the steps.

Fitz sighed and leaned back on the couch. It wasn't the first time he'd had nightmare like that. They didn't come when he was angry, but after Scott's death and time passed, the anger subsided and the sadness came and then so did the the nightmares.

A/N- Hi guys, Happy new years to all.

Sorry, I took so long with the update, just came back from vacation. I wanted to address a few concerns. I've had a few readers who've mentioned that they're worried the story might be coming to an end, I can guarantee that it's not, I'm moving full steam ahead and I still have a lot to write.

Also I had a reader who voiced some concern about Olivia getting an iud so quickly after giving birth but I had done some research before writing and I can guarantee that it's perfectly healthy to get an iud in the delivery room, in the past there used to be a six week wait but that is no longer the case, I've also had a family member who recently gave birth and got the iud inserted just moments later. Also, in regards to taking antidepressants, it doesn't affect the baby, they are many women who suffer from postpartum depression and they are given specific medication that in no way affects nursing. I've also heard other concerns and I've tried to include more details into Lily's feeding, i.e. burping etc.

Please if there are anymore question or concerns, write me anytime. I read every single review. Happy reading!