A/N: Sorry I haven't been able to update, I have had a lot going on with my family. But, I am ready to continue writing this story! Happy reading! XOXO

Chapter 7: The Decision

"I did not do this for you,

I did this for me."

It's been almost 3 days since I told Fitz about the pregnancy. That's the last time I've seen him too. He's called and apologized, but with my hormones and my loneliness they don't mean much. I don't want to nag him or be overbearing, but time is not exactly on our side in this situation. I've yet to tell anyone or make a decision.

I hate to do it, but I imagine the future. With the way Fitz works, I would basically be a single parent. He would miss everything, probably even the birth. Of course, I would have my OPA team, but they're better at assassinating character than raising a baby. All I do is think about the baby and what to do. What I would tell people, who the father is, how I'm going to work and raise a child, all alone.

Before I know it, my alarm goes off at 6 on the dot. I have been laying here for hours, contemplating and arguing with myself. I slept maybe 3 or 4 hours. I'm sure that's not healthy for the baby. It's a baby, maybe just a fetus or whatever the technical term is, but it will be a baby, if I give it the chance to be. My situation is so bizarre, that I don't know if bringing a baby into my chaos of a life is an injustice.

I finally convince myself that I need to get up and get ready for work. I run a shower while I glance at myself in the mirror, completely naked. I'm obviously not showing, since I'm currently 6 ½ weeks, but to me, who sees my body everyday, there is a change. It's small, not even noticeable, but knowing there is something in there marks a change in me. I shutter out of my daydream and carefully walk into the shower.

The burning hot water washes over my body and I feel more relaxed than I have in months. Not having Fitz in my life for almost a year, then to having him potentially forever has me feeling like I'm riding a never-ending rollercoaster ride.

I finish getting ready for work and finally walk into OPA, with my team waiting for me in the conference room, as usual. They greet me with coffee and I do my best to swallow the lump of vomit in my throat and say, "No thanks, I'm trying herbal teas instead of the harsh effects of coffee on the body." Abby retorts, "Says the woman that has a bottle of wine with every meal."

All I want to say is I wish that is what I could be drinking right now. Speaking of, I need to call the doctor for a follow-up appointment and ask her about the harmful effects of wine, considering I didn't know for 6 weeks that I was growing a baby. Also, I think I'm supposed to take some kind of pills or vitamins everyday, Fitz briefly mentioned it the other night, but by the eye roll I served him, he let it go.

I go through the day like a robot. I get the job done and I've done it for so long that almost any problem has a solution, except for mine, which is ironic. Best fixer in D.C. and I can't even fix my own life, all because I fell in love with an unavailable man. Probably the most unavailable man in the world, but still.

I stop by Gettysburger on the way home and grab me the greasiest burger they have, it's what I've been wanting all day. I probably couldn't blame pregnancy on the way I scarfed down that burger in my white, silk pajama set. I would normally pair it with an old, rare, red wine, but I settled for water.

I begin flipping through the channels on the T.V., when I hear a key enter my door. Immediately I jump up and grab the nearest object, which happens to be a small lamp that was plugged in before I jerked it out of the wall. I stand up on the couch ready to take the perp. out, when the one and only Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III saunters through the door. He busts out laughing and I realize how silly I must look.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to put the lamp down, it's okay. I'm the President of the United States and I'm here to protect you."

I put the lamp down and crack a sad smile. He walks to the edge of the couch and puts his hands on my waist to help me down, but instead I jump on him and wrap my arms and legs around him as tight as I could. He holds me while I bury my face in his shoulder for what feels like hours, but only happens to be minutes.

He finally breaks the reunion and sets us down on the couch.

"Soooo, you missed me?"

"Very much so. When did you get a key, mister?"

"Well, I do have a bit of power, ya know."

"So, stalking was a part of the oath you took on inauguration day? Funny because I was right behind you and I don't recall hearing that section of the oath."

"I only stalk you, Livvie."

"I don't know if I should be concerned or endeared."

"Endeared, definitely." He looks around the room and my cheeks go pink when he says, "Gettysburger, Liv. Really? I got you all those healthy groceries and you eat this delicious, greasy mess."

"My body, my options. Thank you."

"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry. I just want you and Baby Grant to be healthy."

I get up from the couch and cross my arms. "Stop it."

"Stop what? Worrying about you and our child? Never."

"No, stop calling her/him that. The baby can't have your last name, so don't even insinuate that it's a possibility."

"I'm sorry, I know. I wish it was. I would love nothing more than to have my baby and the woman I love to have my last name. Not yet, Livvie. Just a couple of years, though."

"Who knows? Who knows if you will run for a second term or if you will actually leave Mellie? Who knows if you will still be in love with me or even want to have anything to do with the baby? –" I was prepared the continue pacing and ranting, but he interrupted me.

"I do. I know. You and I will make a plan and we will stick to it. Come on, Liv. I love you and our baby and those are the things at the top of my priority list. I will give up the presidency right now, if you want me to. I will tell the whole world of our relationship and new child, right now. One phone call. Your option."

I hesitate and pace the room, as if it were my job. I know he isn't bluffing. He stays seated on the couch and keeps a close watch on me as I pace.

"I don't know. I don't know, Fitz. I mean I will be raising this child alone, what will I tell people about the father? How are we going to do this? How am I going to do this?"

Finally, he stands up and towers over me with the softest eyes. He's tired, I can tell. So am I. But, he still came here to reassure me and to be with me.

"I don't know, Liv. But, we will figure it out." He places his hand on my flat stomach. "All three of us."

"Okay, we will figure it out."

"I can't believe we made a baby, Livvie."

"Ugh, me either."

"I promise I will make sure that I am here as much as I can be. That's our baby you're carrying and you will never be alone. I love you."

"Okay, good. I love you too, Fitz." He knows I don't say it often, so when I do, he lights up. Maybe I don't say it often, just to see this reaction. Or, maybe, it's because I was raised in a screwed-up family that never told me those three little words.

Before I know it, we are laying in my bed, partially naked. His warm, soft skin just centimeters away from mine. I can feel the heat radiating off of his body. I just stare at him for awhile, grateful that he's in my bed. Our relationship has been anything but conventional. But it's moments and days like this that make all the pain and loneliness worth it. He is fast asleep and after I kiss him on the cheek a few times, so am I.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter down! I absolutely loved writing this chapter. Fitz always reassures Liv and stands by her.

I want to include more flashbacks and I want to do some of your favorites! So, comment and let me know what flashback you'd like to see and I'll try to incorporate it, somehow. Keep following, liking, and reviewing! Until next time, XOXO.