After everything Fitz had told her, Olivia couldn't help but feel sorry for him. But that didn't mean that she did want him back. She did love Fitz. He gave her the best thing she could ever have. She got Reagan out of everything that happened. And in the end he was worth every ounce of hurt and heartbreak that they had caused each other.

"What's the plan?" she asked him. She wanted to get straight to business.

"My lawyers have drawn up the divorce papers and sent them to her. She's getting what she wants. I don't have the energy to fight both of you at the same time. Mellie gets the ranch and half of what is in our joint account. She isn't to say any bad thing about either you or me and if she does then I leak to the press that she faked a miscarriage. Mellie wants to run for some office and I will support her in that as long as she doesn't say anything about what occurred between you and I during the campaign and my time as President. She's already signed them. I've been divorced for," he looked at his watch, "six days, two hours and nine minutes." Olivia started to cry as he said he had been divorced for several days. She pulled her legs up to her chest and soothed herself. Fitz moved over to her and wiped her tears away. "There's no reason to be sad, Livie. You shouldn't cry. I'm finally free of her and can be happy. I can be happy with you. We aren't supposed to be sad about this. It was always the plan, remember?"

"You should have told me before you did that."

"No, you only would have tried to talk me out of it. You do that all the time. This time I decided to handle it myself. No matter what you think, I don't always need the Olivia Pope seal of approval." She laughed. "But I think I have it on this one."

"You may not have needed it, or wanted it, but you got it. I'm glad that you didn't ask me though. You finally did something for yourself to be happy."

Fitz kissed her again and went to get them some water. When she finished her glass and set it down the two of them had their unspoken one minute. No one else mattered in the world. It was just the two of them in their own world.

When their one minute was up they knew they had to discuss the rest of what had been going on. Each waited for the other to start but when neither did, Fitz spoke up. "Will you tell me about him?"

"Fitz, it doesn't change anything though. You are still the President. People don't know that you are divorced yet."

"That's actually where you are wrong. When did you turn on the news last?"

"It's been a while. I've been a bit busy with other things. Why?"

"If you would have turned on the news last night while our son was asleep you would have realized that Mellie and I gave a statement yesterday afternoon before I came over here announcing that we were officially divorced. I don't believe that Olivia Pope hasn't watched the news in several days."

"Well, please excuse me for having a child to care for," she said sarcastically.

"Livie, everyone knows that I am divorced now. They all know that both Mellie and I love someone else. Mellie loves Andrew more than she ever could love me. And I love you more than anything in the world."

"You still love me?"

"Of course, I still love you. I never stopped. I just had a shitty way of showing you how much I do. I'm going to do better at that though. Even if it kills me to show you, I am going to."

Olivia wrapped her arms around Fitz's neck and kissed him. She wanted to show him that even though he had hurt her so many times in the past, she would forgive him. It didn't matter that he called her a mistress or treated her like the average whore. She would always forgive him for anything he had done. Olivia loved him too much to not forgive him. She went to the kitchen to get something to eat while Fitz checked on the agents and Reagan.

"Tom and Daniel seem to be having fun with our son. They're teaching him about football. Daniel's decided to make him a Packers fan and Tom's fighting him for the Steelers. That ought to be fun to see who wins," Fitz laughed when he went into the kitchen.

Olivia had made everyone a sandwich and was eating a yogurt when he came back. "Tom will win; he usually does in those wagers."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Because he's Tom and he wins everything. Play poker with him some time and you'll see what I mean. He's pretty good."

"I'll try that sometime. Can you tell me about our son?