"I had that door locked for a reason," Liv told him.
"And I unlocked it for a reason," Fitz spat back at her. Olivia sat up and pulled Reagan into her arms. "He's adorable, Livie. He has your eyes. Will you tell me his name?"
Olivia looked at her son. He may have had her eyes but other than that, he was all Fitz. His eyes, nose, mouth, hair, it was all identical to Fitz. "I need to change and feed him. I'd prefer not to have you in the room when I do," she told him.
Fitz gave her some privacy to feed him. Even though he had seen her naked so many other times, he wanted to respect her wishes. He hadn't seen her in so long but he didn't want to push his luck. After a half hour he knocked on the door and poked his head in. "Can I come in?" Olivia nodded to say okay for him to enter. "Are you ready to talk about all of this?"
"It really doesn't matter. Nothing is going to change. I've been doing fine with him for months. I don't need you coming in and destroying what I've done."
"What do you mean months? You're talking about the pregnancy right? I know how he got here, I know exactly when all that happened. He's so small. He's got to be only a couple of weeks old. We need to talk. I have so many things I need to tell you. And it seems like you do too. Can we please talk about it?"
Olivia looked him in the eyes. In her most serious tone she could find she finally let him have it. "I do NOT want YOU in my child's life. I don't even want you in mine. You only hurt me and I refuse to let you hurt my son. He's been doing just fine without you and I won't let you put him in front of the world to criticize. I won't let him be known as President Grant's bastard mixed child. I won't let Mellie come in and put him on the news or any of that. You cannot be in his life without having an audience. And it won't just be America, it's going to be the world. If we were married and everything that came with that before he was born, I could accept that. I accept that I'm the whore who got knocked up by you. I accept that I'm the mistress. I deserve it. I caused all of this because I followed you into a hotel room and I let it escalate from there. I take full responsibility of seducing you and everything thereafter. But I have a child to think about now. It's my job to protect him from the scrutiny of this world and I can't do that if he's labeled as the bastard child of you. You have three other children that stand front and center with you. Their every move is watched and recorded. They hate it, I know they do. They've told me. I can't let that happen to my son. I take a lot of shit from you, Fitzgerald. I've taken the silent treatment and the late night calls and the showing up at my door and having me dragged out of my house so you can satisfy your needs. I've even taken being dragged into a coat closet and fucked like a whore off the street. I've taken your wife yelling at me and telling me that it was my job to keep you happy and I've taken the responsibility of causing you to sleep with an aid. And to top it all off, I've taken being called a mistress by you of all people. But if there is one thing that I will not take from you is hurting my son. I refuse to allow you to come in here and hurt him."
With every word that Olivia said, it cut deeper into him. When she spelled it all out, he knew he put her through so much crap since the very beginning. But he knew one thing was for sure. He did love her more than anything.
Fitz took Olivia's arm and pulled her into the living room telling Tom and Daniel to go to her room and watch the baby.
She looked at him odd until he explained. "I don't want to argue in front of him. He's a newborn and needs his sleep." Fitz put his hands in his pockets to resist from touching her. "I know I've hurt you. I've put you through so much shit. I told you that night at the hotel to go into your room. I told you we could pretend it never happened. But you didn't listen to me, that's on you, not me."
"I take responsibility for that. I already told you."
"Olivia, I didn't just happen to you. We happened to each other. You came in to save the election but really you saved me. You save me all the time."