A/N: Sorry I wasn't able to update this week, I have been super busy with school. From now on, I'm just kind of winging it so if you have any suggestions on where I should take this, pm me! Happy reading! XOXO

Chapter 6: What happens now?

"I'm going to marry you.

We are going to have babies.

Two babies, I think."

"I'm pregnant."

The words just circled around in my head as I waited for a reaction to come across his face. His mouth was gaping open and his eyes were blank and staring just right beside my head. I may have broken him. Doubt and worry filled me from my toes up. It was not ideal. I don't even know how I feel about having kids, it's never been a priority of mine. I've always had the mindset of career first and kids later, if I found the right man.

I found the right man, just not at the right time. I feel ashamed, but I would give anything if that ring on his finger tied him to me and not Mellie. This would be a complete and utter disaster, if it got out that I was pregnant with the President's baby, while he is married.

FITZ' POV:

Maybe I heard her wrong. There's no way she could be…

God, I hope it's mine. I couldn't handle her having someone else's baby. I try to speak, but no words come out as I am in utter shock. I haven't had time to process it, so I just have a blank look on my face.

"I-is it.."

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, okay…" A hint of a smile appeared on my face. Relief washed over my body.

"Fitz, it's okay. You don't have to be noble. I know our situation isn't ideal and if I decide not to keep we can continue the way things have been and…"

"Wait, you're thinking of termination? Livvie, there's no way I would walk away from this. Us." Unintentionally, my hand rises to touch her stomach, but she immediately pushes it back to her leg.

"Well, yes I'm thinking about termination. I don't know how I feel about having a baby right now and especially with our situation. You're married, you have children, you're the leader of the free world. You're away, by definition, you're unavailable."

"Olivia, I can do this. We can do this. We just have to figure out logistics and optics, but luckily we have the best fixer there is, in our corner."

"I don't know, Fitz."

"Okay, let's just sleep on it and we'll see how you feel in the morning."

"Nauseous, I'd say. That's how I have woken up for the past couple of weeks."

"Aww, I'm sorry Livvie. I want to go on this journey with you, every step."

"Well, that's almost impossible, but sweet."

"Can I stay here tonight? It's already 1 am so it would only be for a couple of hours anyways, but if you want time to yourself I understand."

"I want nothing more than to be with you and be normal for once."

"So it's settled then." I pick her up and put her legs on either side of me before standing up and kissing her simultaneously. It's sweet at first, but then it turns aggressive and she puts her hands behind my head as to direct me how she wants me. I love when she takes control. It's one of the many reasons I fell in love with the formidable Olivia Pope. She owns any room and whoever is in it.

LIV'S POV:

He holds me tight. His hands are gripping just underneath my butt, the back of my thighs. I take control of what little time we have together. Every time we make love it is like an explosion. I can't even begin to express the way my body reacts to him and only him. He knows me, what I like, dislike, and what I love.

After we clean up in the bathroom, I slip into a silk, strappy nightgown and he remains shirtless in his boxers. We lay in the bed together, tangled in the sheets and each other. Maybe this is a good thing, the baby. I mean look how it has already brought us back together. But, on the other hand, we've never had a problem when it's just us two. It's the optics and the world that worries me.

"Stop it." He says as his hand is entangled in mine and he's caressing my hand with his thumb.

"Stop what?"

"Worrying. It's not good for our baby or you. So, stop. We will figure it out tomorrow, but tonight… we relax and just be together."

"Yes, Mr. President."

"You must want round two."

"I must." We sit in silence before I speak up again. "6 weeks."

"What?"

"If you were wondering, I'm 6 weeks."

"Hm… 6 weeks. We're going to have to get one of those apps that tells you what size the baby is. I wanna know what's happening with our little peanut."

"Maybe… I haven't decided and you're not helping, ya know."

"Okay sorry, but you brought up the baby talk and you know I love babies, especially our baby. Okay I'm done, let's sleep Livvie. It's been a long day for the both of us. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight." I lean up to kiss him and then turn off the lamp on my bedside."

The next morning…

I wake up to the smell of toasted bagels and coffee. I go to the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth before entering the kitchen. I walk on the cold, hardwood floors to see a beautiful, sharp-dressed man standing in front of the bar drinking a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, sunshine. I wasn't going to wake you, but I was going to kiss you goodbye."

"Good morning, is that coffee and bagels I smell?"

"Yes, I made Tom run out and grab you some groceries because all you had was wine and popcorn, both of which are not healthy for you, considering."

"Oh, yeah… thanks." I hop up on the bar stool and he leans down to kiss me. I turn to look at the plate and cup he has made me. I pick up the cup of coffee, ready for a big gulp. But then my nausea kicks in and I slam the cup down and head for the bathroom. Wow, this is so brutal already. I can only imagine, when my feet are busting out of my heels and my stomach can barely fit through doorways.

I finally finish and stand up to realize he is standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a glass of water and a cold wash rag. I smile sympathetically and start re-brushing my teeth.

He rubs my back and apologizes. "I'm so sorry, Livvie. I didn't even think about the coffee making you nauseous. I dumped it out so you wouldn't have to smell it anymore. Want me to make you some tea?"

"Yes that would be nice. Thank you."

I lay back in bed and he brings me steaming hot tea with a smile. He kisses my forehead and my face drops because I realize it is time for him to leave. The press will be arriving to the White House in the next hour and they can't beat him there.

"I know. I'm sorry I have to go when you're sick, but I will try to make it back tonight, if not I will call. I promise."

"Fine. Go be the leader of the free world."

"Bye, Liv."

I hear the door shut and I grab my phone to see Quinn, Abby, and Harrison have text 100 times to check on me and ask what is going on since I never returned to work like I had promised. I call Quinn and inform her that I will be in later this morning, but I wasn't feeling well and that's why I never returned yesterday. I wasn't going to tell my co-workers/ friends my news, just yet. I don't know what I'm going to do.

It was nice to see how excited and sure Fitz was, but he's always optimistic and I'm the realist.

What happens now?

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little short, but I didn't want to drag it out. So, what do you guys think? Are their reactions justified? Will Liv keep the baby? Look out for the next chapter, we will not only get Liv's decision, but more domesticated Olitz! Follow, fav, and review! XOXO