"A/N: Hi guys! Here's an update as promised! I love reading your comments and I'm so grateful for those who are continuing to follow the story! I added in a scene that I have been dying to see. So, I don't know what direction I am taking this from now on, so if you have any suggestions message me! Happy reading! XOXO

Chapter 5: The Trail

"Take off your clothes."

"We need to talk…"

Those are the last words I could hear before a deafening ringing sound takes over my ears. The doctor tells me everything she found and I am unable to process.

I walk home from the doctor's office because I feel that fresh air could do me some good with my now crippling nausea. I pass a tall hotel and it instantly reminds me of the hotel Fitz and I spent our first night together in on the campaign trail. I drift out of reality, thankfully. I begin thinking of the night that changed my life.

FLASHBACK: The morning after The Trail…

I wake up and momentarily I forget where I am and who I am with. Then, I feel his warmth engulf my body. He has a death grip on me, to where I am barely able to move or look around. His arms are heavy around my waist and his head is buried in the nape of my neck. We are stuck together like two puzzle pieces, with my back against his front. I can feel his hot breath, sending chills down my spine. I look down at my body to realize that I am still naked, barely covered in the white hotel sheets. I turn over to see if he decided to get dressed, but of course he is as exposed as I am.

I take a moment and just admire his perfectly chiseled body. I don't get to look at him often and when I do, I don't allow myself very long. I don't want anyone notice me noticing him. He's beautiful and maybe that's not a word typically used for men, but that's what he is. He is sculpted, like a piece of art. He may be older than me, but last night and this morning he did not show it.

I sit up in the bed and try to ease out of his grip, leaving the sheet behind. I glance back over my shoulder to make sure he is still sound asleep and he is. I head to the bathroom and try to clean myself up a bit; this gorgeous man cannot see me looking like the hot mess I am right now. While in front of the mirror I run my hands over my shoulders, then my neck. It's like I am having visual flashbacks as I run my hands over my hot, smooth skin. When I touch my neck, I start to remember Fitz nibbling on my neck throughout the night, so gently. He would whisper things against my neck like, "You're doing just fine."

He took such good care of me last night. I was obviously nervous, not of being with a man, but being with this man. He would continue to reassure me that everything was fine and asking if we should keep going.

We didn't talk much about what was happening, we just let it happen. I didn't hesitate, which makes me feel like a homewrecker. I should be sorry that it happened, I should be ashamed, and a part of me is. A small part. Which that makes me ashamed. That I'm not the least bit sorry.

I walk back to the bedroom to check the time and panic when I realize there is only an hour before we have to be at the breakfast in the courtyard of the hotel. Cyrus will be knocking on Fitz' door soon and I can't be here when he does. I never even went into my room last night, one glance and the next thing I know he's pushing me against the wall kissing me, then pushing a lamp off the dresser.

Fitz said, "Just go in your room and we'll pretend like this never happened." But it did happen and there was no way I would've slept last night knowing he was just down the hall.

I scurry around the room trying to find my scattered clothes. The flashbacks continue as his deep voice plays over and over in my head, "Take off your clothes." I put on my wrinkled clothes and realize how disheveled I must look at the moment. I just need to look like this long enough to get 3 doors down the hall.

I take one last look at Fitz laying in the bed so peacefully. He looks like a Greek God with a toga on. The sheet is only covering his mid-section as the light behind the curtains lights up his silky hair. I debate going to his side and kissing his cheek because who knows if this is the first and last time I'd see him this way.

One hour later…

I head down to the courtyard where the breakfast is being held, looking a little more put together than earlier. I didn't have time to shower or do my hair, so black pant suit and bun it is.

I step to Cyrus' side and he says, "Good morning, Liv. This is incredibly too early to be fraternizing with Sally Langston, don't you think?"

I reply with a quick, half-smile and "Yes."

Cyrus then goes on to tell me that he woke Fitz up about 45 minutes ago, but he has yet to see him. Then, he actually looks at me and says, "Liv, are you feeling alright or did you have a late night?"

Sworn to secrecy I reply, "Something like that." When the Greek God himself saunters down the steps of the courtyard. He looks even more handsome than he did this morning and I don't know how that's even possible. People come rushing up to him and shake his hand and hand him their baby. I can't help to think what a future with him would look like, as he holds a baby up in the air and just giggles at it like it was his own.

Following the breakfast, Cyrus retires to his room to pack his things, while Fitz and I wait in the café downstairs. We sit down at a table and he just smiles at me, like a child holding onto a secret. The secret being last night, obviously.

Finally, he breaks the ice. "So, Olivia. How was your night? Stay up late? Have any fun?" He says with the biggest smile I've seen yet.

I just roll my eyes and refuse to let him patronize me.

"Seriously, Liv. How are you doing? Are you okay or upset? You left without waking me up or saying goodbye. I didn't know if you were angry with me or not. You were just… gone. I was hoping to wake up to you."

"Yeah, sorry. I would've stayed, but I figured your Cyrus wake up call was coming soon and I didn't know how we could explain us tangled in the sheets together."

"We were going over poling strategies." He gives me the most seductive wink I've ever seen. I tighten my legs closed, making sure I don't give away a reaction.

"Sure. Well, nice strategies, Governor." I give him a playful smile and bite my lip. Two can play this game.

We get back on the campaign bus and business continues as normal. Fitz is a little flirtier then usual, but thankfully no one notices.

BACK TO PRESENT DAY…

When I walk through my front door, I decide to call Fitz on the secret phone, although I told myself I would only allow him to call me.

Ringing… ringing… ringing… and nothing.

I am desperate to take my mind off the news I received today and take a steaming hot bubble bath. I let my head fall just underneath the water, when I hear an unusual ringtone coming from my room. I then realize it is the Fitz phone.

Fitz' POV:

After giving Olivia the secret phone, we have only been able to talk once. I am disappointed in myself for not being able to make time to talk to her. My job has gotten more difficult lately and Cyrus has been pressuring me, as usual. Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off if I would've lost the election. Would Olivia and I be together? With kids? And the house? I like to think so.

I let my mind wonder off to the first night we ever spent together. We couldn't resist one another and finally the tension boiled over into one long passionate night that I think about often.

After being dragged back to reality by Tom shutting the door to the oval office, I sit up straight and take my feet off the desk.

"Mr. President, you had a call. I was across the building when it rang. I tried to get here as fast as possible, sir but I-…"

"It's fine, Tom. Thank you, I'll call back right now."

Tom hands me the phone and leaves the oval.

I press the small, black phone to my ear and hear ringing. She doesn't pick up. I wait about 5 minutes and try again, this time it is answered almost immediately.

"Hello." I answer so formally just in case she lost the phone. I cannot afford for some stranger to have picked it up and then realize who it is.

She replies with a faint, crackling, "Hi."

"Livvie, what is it? What's wrong?"

"I-I need you. I-I…"

"I'll be right there. Whatever it is, I'll be right there. Do you want me to stay on the phone or…"

"No, just come, please."

Before I can reply the phone clicks and I frantically clean up my desk and yell for Tom to get the car pulled around.

I arrive at her door and she opens in her silk, white pajama set, looking as angelic as ever. Before we say anything, I notice her tear-stained cheeks and give her a hug that could almost crack her ribs. I carry her to the sofa and gently sit her down beside me. She places her head on my chest and wraps her tiny arms around my abdomen. I hold her to my body as tightly as I can and kiss the top of her head. Whatever is wrong, it has broken my Livvie.

She pulls away and looks straight into my eyes as one single tear falls down her cheek. She speaks so quietly I almost miss the phrase leaving her lips.

"I'm pregnant."

A/N: Yay! The whole reason I started writing this! Hope you liked this chapter. This was my plan from the beginning, I just had to think of a way to delay the twist as long as possible. I will continue the story! Feel free to give me ideas in my inbox. New chapter will be out next week! XOXO