"Congratulations, Mr. President. He's yours."
Fitz stood there and stared at her. How could he be her son's father? He had to be about a few weeks old by the looks of him. So that would mean that it was ten months ago that he was conceived. Fitz was still pissed at Olivia then. "I can't be his father. We weren't even speaking when he was conceived."
"And how do you know when he was conceived? You don't know a damn thing Mr. President."
"Olivia, he's what? Two weeks maybe three? That means that it was about ten months ago. I didn't want to see you then. Don't lie to me. Who is his father? Was it a friend, a guy from a bar? Or a client or Edison? Tell me."
"No. It was some ass hole who dragged me into a closet after my goddaughter's christening."
Fitz cringed at her words. He remembered that day as clear as air. He was so upset with her but she looked so beautiful and he couldn't help himself. "But that would mean that you'd still be pregnant."
"Very good Mr. President."
"Cut the shit Olivia. Stop calling me that. I hate it when you call me that now."
"How else do you want me to refer to you? How about ass hole? Or maybe a dick wad? Or maybe scum bag? Or would you prefer the guy I screwed while he was married and running for President? Take you pick because that's about all your choices."
Fitz's hands were curled into fists. "Stop that. You know exactly what we are. What we've been."
"I don't think I do. You've been the guy I was in love with but that ended nine months ago. But to you I've apparently only ever been the mistress. Right?"
"Olivia…"
"No it's okay to screw your mistress but marrying her. My God that would ruin everything you've ever worked for. I only came along to ruin your marriage and fuck you until you left her, right? I am only good for one thing. And you've proven that over and over again. You send two agents to physically remove me from my home to take you to you so I can satisfy your needs. But when I need something, or even just want to talk to you for a minute, you are too busy. And I get that, you're the President and I wouldn't stop you from being that. You can't be with me because it's political suicide. Well, that was just a stab in the back. And in the heart. So guess what. I finally can say this to your face. FUCK YOU FITZGERALD! A good friend of mine just died and I decide that I finally want to be happy and you shatter that in a matter of seconds. I told the man who loved me and could show me freely that he did love me that I couldn't marry him. I told you I would wait for you and you said I'm not worth it. Well, I'm not waiting for anything. I have a son to take care of now. I don't have time for your bullshit games," she spat.
Reagan started to cry in her bedroom, she could hear over the baby monitor. Cyrus stood up. "I'll go get him."
"No, I want you to get the hell away from me. Stay away from me and my son. After what you did, I don't want to ever see you again. Step foot near my son again and I will make sure that you won't be able to ever walk again. Get the hell out of my house," she yelled at Cyrus.
Olivia left the room to go to Reagan. Fitz turned to Cyrus. "What did you do?"
"A very bad thing and she will never forgive me. She still loves you though. Just make her see that you can be forgiven." Cyrus left the apartment while the other three waited for her to come out.
She got Reagan back to sleep and came out to the living room. "I meant for you all to leave."
"Olivia, we need to discuss this. If he is my son, I want to know everything I can about him. Can you at the very least tell me his name and how old he is, maybe even his birthday?" Fitz begged.
"No. Just because you are his biological father doesn't mean you get to go around and play Dad now. You have three children you can take care of and play house with. You won't be putting my son through that. I will not allow it. He is my son. He is not yours. I don't care what DNA says."
Fitz took a long breath. "Liv, if you back me into a corner I will come out fighting. I will take you to court and sue you for custody of him. I will take him away from you and you won't see him."
"You do that and you'll have to admit the American public that you had an affair."