"You all can go to hell," Olivia told them and slammed the door.
Fitz knocked again and again. "Olivia don't be like this. I know you're mad at us. I just want to talk to you. Please just open the door so we can talk. We can work this out. I was doing it for your own good. I swear I didn't do it to be cruel."
When Olivia still didn't answer Cyrus took a shot at it. "Liv, you know why I did what I did. Don't take it out on him. Come on. Open the door and yell at me if you want. I can take it. But please don't give me the silent treatment. I hate that."
Olivia sat on the couch and listened to the men but never said anything. It was silent for several minutes before Tom tried. "Ms. Pope, I know you don't want to hear anything from any of us out here but I can't allow the President to just stand out here. It's not safe. I know you want him to be safe. Please just let us in and you can yell at all of us or give us all the silent treatment. Either way ma'am, I need you to open the door."
Fitz smirked at Tom. He was giving her a guilt trip and she was falling for it. When they heard the door unlock Fitz leaned over to Tom, "well played."
Olivia opened the door and stepped aside letting them in. She closed the door and looked at all four of them staring at her. "Anything I can get you? Care for a drink? Or maybe I can provide some other type of service for you," she looked at Fitz when she said it. "Maybe I can have a friend take something that you love away from you," she looked at Cyrus. "Or perhaps I can have you escorted to a mental hospital for an evaluation," she looked at Tom and Daniel. Her tone was bursting with sarcasm.
"Olivia, we are all sorry. Tom and Daniel were only following my orders. You shouldn't punish them for something that was my fault. And Cyrus," he looked over at Cyrus, "I'm not exactly sure what has been going on with you and him but I'm sure he's sorry as well."
Cyrus walked around the living room heading towards the playpen. Cyrus bent over to pick up Reagan but Olivia stopped him.
"Cyrus Rutherford Beene, keep your hands the hell away from my son!"
Everyone in the room froze. She just said son? Cyrus put his hands up to surrender and stepped back from Reagan. Reagan could sense the tension in the room and started to cry. Liv ran over to his playpen and picked him up sitting in the rocking chair to get him back to sleep. It only took a few minutes before he was back to sleep. With everyone still there in the living room Olivia didn't want Reagan exposed to the loud voices so she put him in his crib in her bedroom.
When she came back out to the living room, Cyrus had sat down at the dining room table with Fitz while Tom and Daniel talked on the couch. She went over to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. Liv knew that tonight would be a long one if she didn't kick them out now. And even if she did tell them to leave, none of them would. She finished one glass then went to the dining room with the bottle.
"How do you have a son?" Fitz asked her.
She took a drink of wine. "I would like you all to leave. All of you."
"I'm not leaving until I get answers Olivia," Fitz yelled.
"It was worth a try. At least keep your voices down. I don't want him to wake up."
"I've had you followed since the funeral and none of this ever came up with the agents. How do you have a son? I want to know and I want to know everything. Every little detail that no one thought was important to tell me."
"Well, Mr. President, when two people have sex, on occasion the woman can get pregnant."
Fitz stood up and stomped over to her. "Do not simplify this. You know exactly what I mean. How is he your son? When were you pregnant or did you adopt?"
"The fact that you had me followed is the first thing that we will discuss. And nothing before that. Your agents are shit with being discrete. I knew from day one that you were having me followed. You had absolutely no right to do that. I am NOT yours. You can't have me followed because I am NOT yours to protect. I can protect myself. Even when I was pregnant I could protect myself. I've been doing it long enough/"
"Obviously you can't. You can't protect yourself because you got pregnant."
"How do you think I got pregnant?" Fitz thought about it for a minute. "Congratulations, Mr. President. He's yours."