Months had gone by and Fitz and Olivia still had not spoken to each other. After the Christening Fitz had drug Olivia into the closet. He had his way with her and set her aside like garbage. "Just because I can't control my erections around you, doesn't mean I still want you," he told her. If Olivia didn't feel like the mistress before, she definitely felt like one now.

Several weeks after the Christening, Olivia had gone to the doctor for her annual checkup. The doctor did all the regular tests and came back a half hour later with her results.

"Everything seems to be looking okay; I'd like you to set up a time to have your ultrasound next week on the way out. Other than that, you seem perfectly fine," the doctor told her.

Olivia sat up and looked confused at her doctor. "What do you mean ultrasound? Why would I need an ultrasound."

"Ms. Pope right?" Olivia nodded. "You didn't know that you are almost two months pregnant?"

Olivia nearly passed out at the news. How is she pregnant? She tried to think about when the last time she even the opportunity to get pregnant had been. Then it hit her. Fitz. The closet after Ella's christening. "No, I didn't know."

"Oh, I'm truly sorry about that then. I guess I could have asked for that first. Would you like to schedule an ultrasound? I can set one up for next week if that works for you," the doctor told her.

"Can we actually do it now? I've been drinking a lot lately and I just want you to check it. The baby. Just make sure that the baby is alright."

"Of course, Ms. Pope. I'll take you down to ultrasound in just a few minutes. Let me go set it up," the doctor left the room and came back soon taking Olivia down to ultrasound.

When Olivia got home she curled herself into bed with the picture taken during the ultrasound. She couldn't believe that she was actually pregnant. And even better, pregnant with Fitz's baby. It's what they wanted. Fitz always wanted children with her. At least that's what he told her. He always told her that she was the love of his life but she thought that to be false. Fitz called her a mistress. That's all she's been since the beginning. She rubbed her stomach, drawing circles around where she thought the baby would be. "So it's you and me. We'll have to work together to figure this out."

In the morning Olivia went to work and made the announcement that she was pregnant.

"How did that happen?" Harrison asked. "I know how exactly but Liv who is the father?"

"Please, please don't say it's Edison," Abby pleaded.

"Edison and I aren't together, Abby. And the father is not involved. I do not care to discuss it and the answer is irrelevant. I have not spoken with the father and he doesn't need to know. It's my choice and that is how this will end. Any other questions?"

Olivia looked around the room to see if any would respond. "Are you keeping it?" Huck asked quietly but loud enough for the question to be heard.

"I plan to. I am still deciding but I think I will. This baby should not be punished because of my own stupidity," Liv said.

After that the subject of the baby was dropped. The team knew that Olivia's mind was made and there was no changing it. If she was thinking about keeping the baby, then she was keeping the baby.

Olivia had her doctor's appointments and was progressing well in the next few months of her pregnancy. Just before Olivia started to really show that she was pregnant, she went to Cyrus and told him that she was pregnant.

"You're what!" Cyrus yelled.

"Pregnant Cyrus, you know, with a baby. About five months pregnant now. I'm due in October," she told him calmly.

"But that doesn't make any sense. Who have you been seeing that could get you pregnant? Oh dear Lord, which one of your team did you screw. Was it Harrison? Did you go visit the British slut, Stephen? Who the hell knocked you up? Was it Huck?" Cyrus demanded to know.

Olivia started laughing. "Even the idea that you think I would sleep with a member of my team is hilarious. Stephen is married, happily. Huck is a protector, he's my protector. And Harrison, well he's Harrison. He's a charmer but I know how to look past the charm."

"Edison?"

"Now you are just guessing. No, I haven't seen Edison in a while," Olivia said.

"Well then tell me who the father is. I honestly cannot think of anyone else that you would sleep with. Did you purposely get pregnant? Like find a donor? Did you go to a sperm bank and just pick one out of a catalog? Come on, Olivia. Tell me the truth. Tell me whose ass I need to kick for getting you pregnant."

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third."