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AN: Hello again. Wow, I managed to get out updates out for both my stories in the same week. I'm proud of myself, lol. Anyways, this chapter is a long one so I'll just leave you to it. Happy reading ;)

"Is this real?" Olivia whispered to herself as she stared at Fitz in the dark.

After the shower, they moved to her bed, exploring each other's bodies until exhaustion took over. She propped her head on her hand, her elbow bent and supporting most of the weight, and looked down at his sleeping form. She traced patterns with her fingertips against his chest and down his abs before making the trip back up again. Her eyes had long gotten accustomed to the dark and she could see the little details in his face that she wanted to engrain in her memory forever. She noticed how his nose would twitch slightly when she got close to his belly button and how his lips would curve in a subconscious smile when she sighed his name.

She never thought that she would be in this place. The place where she was so in love that she could literally watch him sleep and be satisfied. She had never felt this way for anyone else. Before Jake there was Edison in the seventh grade and that relationship was nothing more than the title of having a boyfriend. She couldn't even remember ever holding his hand, their time together mainly consisted of him cheating off of her in class and her cutting him in the lunch line. It was a mutual agreement that they both cherished until Brittany Patterson sprouted boobs and all the guys chased after her, including Edison. It was no skin off her teeth though and for the rest of her school days she focused on her studies, acing every test and joining every club she could in aspirations of attending the best college in the nation. Boys took a backseat, nothing that really bothered her, and then she met Jake.

Looking back at it, she could honestly say that at some point she truly loved Jake and thought that he was it for her. That time had long passed, however, and the feelings she had for him looked dismal and bleak in comparison to what she felt for Fitz. He was her sun, her moon, and her oxygen and she was the same to him. Whatever happened next, one thing was for certain; they were in this together. Knowing that made going all in a lot less scary and she was ready to see what the future would hold for them.

She laid her head back on his chest, her arm going around his waist, and wedged her leg between his. She brought the sheet up over them and snuggled in closer, feeling the most content she'd ever felt in her life.

"It's real," she heard him murmur and she finally drifted off to sleep, for the first time in weeks not afraid that when she awoke, he wouldn't be there like he had been in her dreams.

The next morning, Olivia was digging through her drawers for a pair of scrubs while Fitz occupied her shower. They were both working today and she had been a little upset that their morning was going to have to be cut short with him going home to get ready. But Fitz informed her that he always had an extra pair of scrubs in his car and that they'd still have some time together before reality came crashing back in. Feeling in a great mood, she hit the play button on her iHome that sat atop her dresser and started jamming out.

"When you're ready come and get it," she sang at the top of her lungs, as she danced around her room.

She continued dancing as she pulled on her scrub bottoms, the lyrics to the song flowing from her lips as her mood increased tenfold. At one point, she even used the hairbrush as a microphone, watching herself in the mirror as she had done when she was fifteen. She was so engrossed in the song that she didn't hear Fitz come out of the bathroom. When she turned around, seeing him leaning casually against the doorframe, she screamed.

"You scared the hell out of me," she told him as she clutched her heart.

Instead of apologizing, he went over to her iHome to turn the music down she assumed, but instead, he turned it up and started singing. "So baby whenever you're readdddyyy…when you're ready come and get it, na na na na…"

She laughed, surprised that he even knew the teenybopper song and they proceeded to have the duet of a lifetime. They danced together, her hips swaying against his, musing that he was a bit more rhythmically gifted than her. He sang terribly off key, twirling her around and lifting her as if they were on So You Think You Can Dance. When the song ended, they laughed again, not being able to wipe the smiles off their faces, then went back to getting ready for the day.

Happy tunes continued to blare out of the speakers as they moved around each other, a tango that took some couples years to perfect but they just seemed to get it. When they were each dressed, Fitz suggested stopping off somewhere for breakfast, maybe even bringing something in for the rest of the doctors, and she agreed. Why not share their infectious mood?

They stopped at a local bakery that had the best bear claws that she had ever tasted and ordered enough to feed an army. While they waited for their order to be fulfilled, they took a seat at one of the small tables set up outside and held hands while people watching.

"So now what?" Olivia asked as she sipped the caramel frappe Fitz had bought her.

"What do you mean?" Fitz questioned, hoping that she wasn't going to over analyze the last twenty four hours.

"I mean, what happens between us now." Olivia, being Olivia, needed to know what to look forward to in the future.

"We date for a while, then we get married, then we have a couple dozen kids, I've always wanted my own soccer team…"

"A soccer team! And who do you think is going to push out a soccer team?" She interrupted his ridiculous musings, her hands flying up in disbelief.

"You of course. And I'm talking about back to back. As soon as you're out of the hospital with one, I want you already three months pregnant with the next. Of course with all of the kids, I expect you to stay home and be barefoot and pregnant," he tried to keep a straight face as he watched her incredulous expression.

"Are you serious right now?" Is this how men acted once they got what they wanted?

"No, I'm not serious," he laughed and breathed a sigh of relief. "Look, I have no idea what next week will hold. All I know is that I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Everything else will work itself out. Stop worrying so much." He gave her an easygoing smile and grabbed her hand to drive home the point.

"But there are some things that I need to know before we progress any further. Like do you want the whole kids, marriage, and dog ordeal, because I do and I don't want to waste my time if you don't," she said and removed her hand from his grasp.

"To be completely honest, before I met you, I never thought about it. My childhood wasn't ideal. Yes we had money and privilege, but my parents were shells. My dad wanted me to follow in his footsteps and my mom was too busy trying to impress her friends to really care. I never wanted a child of mine to grow up like that, me thinking bad parenting was inherited or something. But I want that now, I want to see our baby grow inside you. I want to be there for the cuts and scrapes and have the shotgun ready for any boys that dare tries to woo my little girl." He hadn't even realized that's want he wanted until she presented him with the possibility.

A bright smile spread across her face and knowing that they had the same future goals in mind, she could let go and live for today. Whatever happened tomorrow, she knew he'd be by her side and that's all that mattered. They continued chatting for a few more minutes until they heard their number called over the intercom and went to gather their sweets.

Walking into the ER was a weird experience with everyone knowing about their relationship and being open to comment on it. A few joked and asked why they couldn't wait a few more days so that they could win the bet to which Olivia and Fitz apologized for their burning need to be together. The entire staff was eternally grateful for the breakfast and promised to keep the relationship jokes to a minimum. Mellie, on the other hand, was brooding silently as she watched Fitz and Olivia flirt between patients.

Going into the on call room towards the end of her shift, Olivia only needed a few things out of her locker before she headed home. She heard the door click behind her and for a brief second, thought that it was Fitz trying to cop a feel while no one was looking. But she didn't get that feeling she got when he was near, instead she was filled with a sense of dread that only came with one person. Mellie.

"Hello, Olivia," Mellie greeted but somehow managed to make the simple words sound like an insult.

"Mellie," Olivia responded through clenched teeth as she turned to leave.

"So, you and Dr. Grant, huh? Didn't see that one coming," she chuckled with a slight shake of her head as if she were in complete disbelief.

"Yes, Fitz and I are together, not that it's really any of your business," Olivia sneered and once again tried to leave. But again, Mellie stopped her with her comments.

"It's a shame that you really think he's who he says he is," Mellie said as if she had the upper hand.

Olivia already knew by the tone of her voice that she somehow found out that Fitz was a stripper on the side. Olivia had to fight not to laugh at Mellie's 'secret'. If that's all she had, then she could bring it on.

"Oh really, and exactly what don't I know about him," she asked even though she already knew what she was going to say.

"Don't you ever get suspicious as to why he always has so many one dollar bills?" Mellie asked in round-a-bout kind of way.

"No. Should I be?" Olivia responded, crossing her arms and arching her brow.

"I would be curious as to where he gets them from and what he does to get so many," Mellie said as if she were laying all the pieces out and all Olivia had to do was put the puzzle together.

Tired of the back and forth, Olivia decided to go straight for the kill. "Are you trying to imply that my boyfriend is a stripper?"

"Well, if the g-string fits," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

Olivia went in to a near hysterical laugh which she had tried to suppress throughout the entire conversation, but seeing Mellie's face as she made her big 'revelation', as if Olivia was supposed to crumble under the news, sent her into a laughing fit.

"What is so funny? It's true, I saw him myself and thought I'd be a good friend and let you know. If you don't believe me, why don't you take a trip down to the Naught Kitten," Mellie huffed and Olivia could almost hear the childish 'so there' at the end of the sentence.

Sobering, Olivia wiped the tear from the corner of her eye, took a settling breath, then spoke. "Three: you and I aren't, and nor will we ever be, friends. Two: where do you think Fitz and I met? I know what he does so this little conversation was pointless. And one," she paused to get so close to Mellie's face she could almost feel the other woman's breath, "if you ever feel the need to butt into my relationship again, do yourself a favor and don't. I don't ever need your help and I especially don't need it when it comes to Fitz. You lost. He doesn't want you. Get over it." And with that, she left Mellie to stew in her own anger.

But before she could close the door, she heard Mellie's one last dig. "How long do you think it will be before he cheats with one of those girls shoving bills into his pants? I mean, he picked you up there, what's to stop him from doing the same thing with some random person?"

And as much as Olivia hated to admit it, that hit a nerve.

As fate would have it, Fitz and Olivia pretty much had the same schedule today, so as he glanced at his watch and saw it was near quitting time, Fitz was excited for what the rest of the evening held for them. He was just about to go see if Olivia was ready when Cyrus came up to him and told him that he needed word before he left. Agreeing, he followed him into his small, but efficient office.

"Dr. Grant, do you have any idea why I called you in here?" Cyrus began.

"No, Dr. Beene, I can't say that I do. I think my performance has been more than adequate, I haven't had any complaints from the patients and I get along with almost all of my coworkers," he pointed out, going down the list of possibly mishaps.

"You're right, your performance has been stellar. It's that last thing you mentioned that I have a problem with," Cyrus said, leaning forward on his desk.

"Excuse me?" Fitz asked, completely confused.

"I'm referring to your relationship with Dr. Pope," he filled in.

"What about my relationship with Dr. Pope." Fitz had no idea why they were even having this conversation. Yes, Cyrus was his superior but that gave him no right to dictate his love life.

"Look, this is not Grey's Anatomy or House or even that stupid show Scrubs. This is real life and I don't need you sneaking off with your girlfriend while we have patients that need care," Cyrus told him with finality in his tone.

"We never let our relationship affect our work. You just said my performance was great and we both know that Olivia is the best doctor on the floor, so again I ask, what is the problem?" Fitz said this in the most respectful tone he could muster.

"That is correct, but we both know what happens with women in love. They lose focus and any problems in the relationship they bring it to work, and since you work here and are in the relationship, if you have problems, it will be a double whammy. We don't need this place filled with tension every time you two have a tiff. Just look at how the last three weeks went when she wasn't giving you the time of day."

"Did my work suffer," Fitz asked simply.

"No, but…"

"Did her work suffer?"

"I don't think it ever does, but…" he again tried to negate the remark he just made.

"Did anyone else's work suffer? Did any patients complain about tension or something," Fitz questioned, very close to making his point.

"Again no, but…"

"Okay, then until that happens, I would very much appreciate it if you stayed out of our relationship Dr. Beene. Olivia and I are professionals and know that the patient comes first. Now if you'll excuse me, my shift is over and I'd like to spend the rest of my evening with my girlfriend." And with that, he stood up, pushed his chair in, and exited the office in search of Olivia.

When he reached his car, Olivia was already leaning against, smiling at him as he came towards her. He unlocked the doors, going around to the passenger side to open hers and kissed her before she ducked inside. They both buckled up and Fitz pulled off.

"Do you want to go to dinner tonight?" Fitz asked as he drove towards her apartments.

"Sure, I'm not really in the mood to cook and I'm always up for spending time with you," she said, excited at the thought of both food and a date.

"Okay, I'll drop you off, go home and change, and meet you back at your place and we can decide where we wanna go," he told her.

"Sounds like a plan."

An hour later, she was back in the passenger seat of Fitz's car, this time instead of in scrubs, she was in a black leather box pleat skirt, a sheer white blouse, and red pumps. She accented her outfit with red and silver jewelry and when Fitz saw her, he tried to convince her that they should forgo dinner and go straight to dessert. Not that she could blame him. She was having a similar reaction seeing him in his navy blue button down and black chinos that hugged his ass perfectly. But she was starving, both for him and food, and figured that if she sated the latter first, she'd have more energy for the former.

Both having a hankering for pasta, they decided on an Italian restaurant not too far away from Olivia's apartment. The atmosphere in the space was romantic with dimmed lights and lit candles on every table. The seats were close together, forcing each patron to have to converse with their dining partner, not that they minded.

"Guess what happened to me today," Olivia began once the waiter left with their orders.

"Can't be crazier than what happened to me, but you go first," Fitz said, eager to see if her story could compare to his.

"So I was getting my stuff, about to head off, when Mellie practically corners me in the on call room. And do you know what she had the nerve to do? She hinted at you being a stripper and that I should be suspicious of you," Olivia scoffed.

"I knew that she'd say something eventually," Fitz responded, not at all surprised by her actions.

"Wait, you mean that you knew that she knew?" Olivia asked, feeling completely left out of the loop.

"Yeah, one of her friends was having bachelorette party and she happened to be there," Fitz replied nonchalantly.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Olivia didn't know if she was irritated or hurt that he kept that from her.

"Because I didn't think it was a big deal and honestly didn't think about it much after I saw her," he answered honestly.

"Well did you give her a lap dance or something?" Olivia questioned, not knowing how she'd respond if he said yes.

"No, but you do know that that is part of my job, right?" He didn't think that him being a dancer would affect their relationship seeing as how it's how their relationship began. She knew from the beginning what the deal was.

"Duh, Fitz. That's not the point. I just don't want your side job affecting my everyday life. What you do there stays there. I don't want Mellie bragging about the moves you put on her," she sighed.

"Believe me, there isn't enough money in the world to make me give Mellie a lap dance. She'd probably freeze my balls off," he joked, getting Olivia to crack a slight smile, "and besides, the only person I put real moves on is you, ok?"

"Ok, I'm sorry, I just, I don't like other people touching what's mine," she said saucily, rolling her neck and everything.

Fitz threw his head back and laughed at her attempt to be a diva. He didn't think that he could love her anymore in that moment and as he heard her laugh too, he was lulled with a false sense of security that she would let the subject of him stripping go.

"Ok, so do you want to hear about my conversation with Dr. Beene," he segued into a new topic.

"You and Dr. Beene had a conversation? Oh I must hear about this."

"So he called me into his office and was like, Dr. Grant," he imitated the older man's voice and mannerisms to a tee, "I don't want you and Dr. Pope's personal relationship to affect your work."

"And what did you say," Olivia asked, confused as to why Dr. Beene would even care.

"That it hasn't thus far and won't in the future and that he should keep his comments to himself," he told her.

"Sounds similar to what I said to Mel..."before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off by a high pitched squeal.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! It's you," a tall, pretty brunette woman yelled pointing at Fitz. "It's President Shaft," she said excitedly, referring to Fitz's stage name, a pun on President Taft.

He didn't even recognize the woman, but by the look on Olivia's face, it didn't matter. He was guilty, though of what he didn't know. Having just had a conversation about his work life, he knew it was going take more than a crude joke to get her to come around this time.

"Can I just say, I love your show. Me and my girls have been trying to book you for a home party for months but you're booked solid. Here, how about I give you my number and you can bump us up on the list," she said, completely disregarding Olivia as she dug through her purse for a pen. Grabbing a napkin from the table, making sure to brush her chest against his arm in the process, she wrote down her digits, kissed it, then handed it to him and winked before walking off.

"Are you kidding me," Olivia stated rhetorically.

"I have no control over getting recognized in public," he tried to defend himself.

"You could've spoke up though. You let her fawn all over you and not once did you acknowledge my presence." She was mad and wasn't going to hide it.

"It all happened in the span of two minutes. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. It's not as if I'm going to actually call her," he tried to dissuade any such notion that he had any intentions of seeking out other women.

"And what the hell was she talking about home parties?" She said and he had hoped that she missed that bit of information.

"On occasion, me and some of the guys do parties," he admitted.

"On occasion, she said you were booked solid," she fumed. "I've completely lost my appetite, take me home." Getting up, she threw her napkin on the table and stormed out.

"Olivia…"he called after her as he quickly caught up.

She didn't slow her steps, however, and damn near power walked all the way to the car. How she did that in heels, especially ones that tall, was an anomaly to him, but that wasn't the issue at hand right now. He had to get her to see that he wasn't that guy, the one that cheated, and that he was fully committed to her. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for him to unlock the door, arms crossed and eyes looking anywhere but him.

The ride home was awkward and he was practically choking on the tension that filled the small space. She stared out the window the entire time, the only time she uncrossed her arms was to buckle her seatbelt, but as soon as she was securely in place, back they went. He would steal peeks at her to assess the damage and knew that it did not look good.

"Goodnight, Fitz," she dismissed when they pulled up outside her building and he knew that he wasn't invited in. Well to hell with that.

He got out the car right along with her and followed closely behind so that she didn't have any opportunities to slam any doors in his face. The elevator ride was just as awkward as the car ride and she continuously huffed and tapped her foot to let him know that his presence wasn't welcomed or appreciated. But she'd just have to deal with her attitude because he knew that if he let her go home alone, she'd just think of something that would make her doubt him.

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you tonight Fitz," she told him as they stood outside of her apartment.

"Just talk to me," he pled.

"Maybe tomorrow," she replied in a noncommittal tone as she unlocked her door and opened it only a sliver as she tried to squeeze through the slight crack because she knew if it was open any more, he'd muscle his way in. Too late. He stuck his foot out, preventing her from fully shutting the door, and not wanting to hurt him by slamming the door, she threw her hands up and stalked off towards the kitchen.

He followed behind her and watched as she rummaged through her cabinets for a glass, a corkscrew, and her prized bottle of red wine. She slammed each of the contents down, not letting up on her drama queen act. As he examined her harsh movements, he knew exactly how he was going to fix this. Even if it was a temporary solution.

Olivia could feel the heat radiating off his body from two feet away and she instantly tried to raise her defenses up higher. But he kept getting closer, breaking down her walls brick by brick. When he was standing right behind her, he moved her hair from her neck, skimming his lips along her flesh so light that it felt like butterfly kisses. Goosebumps arose and she could feel her palms start to sweat. Damn him.

"Look at me," he said so low that she almost didn't hear him, "Livi…"he paused to nip her earlobe, "look at me."

His voice was so deep, so rich in her ear, that she couldn't help but do what he asked and turn around. The liquid pools of his gray orbs drew her in, stealing her breath and would've stolen her heart, too, if he didn't already have it. He pressed closer until his entire front was lined up against hers. She could feel every contour of his body against hers and she fit perfectly. He leaned in, his mouth so close to hers that all she had to do was tilt her chin up the slightest bit and they would've connected.

She cursed her body for wanting him, for needing his touch. She tried to hold off when he kissed her, his tongue licking at the seam of her lips requesting entrance. She held as still as possible when his hands went to her hips even as her nipples tightened and her pussy dripped. She started to pant when his thick cock met the juncture of her thighs and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Her lips clung to his, her tongue exploring the wet cavern of his mouth as she gave up the pretense of not wanting him. For a nanosecond she wondered how she could be so mad at him yet crave him the way she did, but all rational thought flew out the window when he tugged the stiff peak of her breast between his thumb and forefinger. Pleasure zinged straight to her molten core making her dizzy with lust. His hand found its way under her skirt and he began to rub circles so tantalizingly slow over her clit that it had her whimpering.

"Tell me you know I'd never purposefully hurt you," he whispered softly, neither one of his hands letting up. "Tell me you believe me when I say that I love you."

"I…"she tried to form the words, really she did, but it was nearly impossible when he slipped two fingers inside of her.

"I only want you," he breathed into her ear, "I only want you."

She believed him. She only wanted him, too. Only needed him, the proof of it coating his hand. His fingers continued to drive her to the brink and she was sure that her bottom lip was going to have permanent marks as her teeth sung deeper into it. He kissed her again in a kiss so hot it had her trying to shed her clothes. She rolled her hips into his questing digits, reaching for that pinnacle in the best way she knew how.

"I need to be inside you," his rough voice licked up her spine, making her desire spike to levels uncharted.

He pulled her down to the hardwood floor beneath their feet and immediately went between her thighs. His erection was pressing painfully against his zipper, aching to be freed so that it could pair with its mate. She assisted him by pulling up her skirt as he pulled down his zipper. He made eye contact with her, making sure she could see into the depths of his soul as he pushed inside of her. She let out a long moan as he continued to slide deeper into her tight sheath. The tip of his cock scraped against every nerve she was blessed with, making the insides of her thighs tremble. He reared back, keeping eye contact as he thrust back in in the sweetest of ways.

"Mmmmm…deeper," she groaned, needing to feel the full extent of his love.

He grasped her leg and slung it over his shoulder, changing the angle so that she could feel him buried in her quivering belly. He kept going, increasing her pleasure and his with each plunge into her clutching grips. When she didn't think that she could feel any more, he pushed up her shirt, unclasped her bra, and drew her nipple into his mouth. She cried out, her back involuntarily arching her breasts further into his lips. She ground against him harder, moaned louder, and burrowed her nails in further as he fucked her.

Her orgasm was right there, so close that she could feel it inching ever closer. He wiggled a hand between them and started rubbing furiously at her sex, completely shattering her entire being as she screamed his name and came so hard she feared she'd pass out. He kept driving as if on a mission and before she was ready, she came again, her still sensitive box nearly choking the life out of his cock as she clenched around him over and over.

"Fitz…please…"she begged for mercy but he only pushed harder, took her stronger.

He had her wound so tight that tears sprung to the corners of her closed lids, her eyes rolling so far back she swore she could see her brain. Her body was on fire with sensations and every thrust was soon punctuated with words. "Only you," he would murmur, "I only want you," he repeated until the very idea of him even looking another way became ludicrous.

Then he made that sound in the back of his throat that he always made when he was close. It was the sexiest thing in the world to her. He would get in as deep as possible, continuing to make that sound that made her toes curl, then he would still and groan her name as he came and it never failed to bring her over the edge with him. And this time was no different as he dragged her into her most intense orgasm yet, her vocal chords strangling out a groan as she shuddered and writhed beneath him on her kitchen floor.

"You know that you won't always be able to get away with that. One day I will build up an immunity to your seductive ways," Olivia said as she lay sweaty and spent on his chest.

When the blood and feeling returned to their limbs, they moved to her bed where he worshiped her body from head to toe. He almost broke her with his stamina, but she kept up with him through every orgasm he gifted her with.

"I hope you never become immune to me," he told her, completely serious.

"I probably won't. But I'm serious, when I'm mad, sometimes I need space to think things over," she explained though she was in no way complaining to his solution to resolving arguments.

"I understand that, but I also know that I need to pick my battles and I knew that this was one that I couldn't let you brew over. That smart brain of yours would've sat and thought all night about the cons to our relationship, completely negating the pros and I would've gone another three weeks without you. I can't do that again."

She knew that he was right. She would've sat and sabotaged them before they ever truly got started. "You're right and I'm sorry. I know that you love and I love you, too. It's just the thought of someone else touching you drives me crazy," she tried to reason.

"I get it, I would feel the same way if the situations were reversed. Do you want me to quit my job?" he asked, willing to do anything to make her happy.

"No. Well maybe the home parties," she half joked. " I know that you need the money. I'll be fine. I mean, it'll be hard, but I'll be fine," she said, truly meaning it.

"It's only temporary. I've made a lot of progress in my debt, maybe another year and a half and I'll be free," he promised.

The topic of his debt and the reason he was in it made her remember that she wanted to bring something up to him. "Fitz, I want to talk to you about something so hear me out first and try not to get mad, but I think that maybe it's time you reconnect with your family."

"Olivia," he sighed and she knew that she was treading in very dangerous waters.

"I just don't want something to happen to one of them and you regret it. There are a million things I wish I could've told my father and I don't want you to wish you mended fences when it's too late." She knew all too well what the sting of a loss could do and while she had a good relationship with her father, there were still things left unsaid. "Just think about it," she added, taking the pressure off.

"If I promise to think about it, will you promise to let me do this in my own time," he bargained.

"I promise…"

"Okay, then I'll think about it but I'm not making any guarantees," he said then yawned.

"That's all I'm asking. Anyways, you wore me out. I need sleep," she responded, echoing his yawn.

"Livi…"

"Hmmm," she sounded, barely able to keep her eyelids open.

"I love you," he breathed, making a sleepy grin spread across her face.

"I love you, too, Fitz.."

AN: So a lot happened in this chapter. It started off so nice with them singing and dancing to Selena Gomez's Come and Get it (my summer tune). Then Mellie came and ruined it all. If you notice, Olivia talks a big game but when faced with the issue at hand (at least those Fitz related) she fumbles, much like her character on the show. It can be a tad annoying but I tried to write her as true to her character as possible. Do you think that Mellie had a point with her last comment about Fitz eventually cheating? And then there was Cyrus. I missed him so I decided to give him a little air time and just like his cannon, he's against their relationship for 'work' reasons. We may or may not delve deeper into his character. Also, do you think he brought up valid points of women not being able to leave stuff at home? Do you let your problems affect your everyday life? I, for one, will brood over an issue all day no matter where I'm at. Anyways, so Olivia does have problems with Fitz's job, but she's trying to overcome them. And if she has an issue again, I know Fitz knows just how to handle her. And lastly, do you think Fitz should reach out to the family that disowned him for following his own path? Whew, that was a lot. Let me know all the answers in a review below.

P.S: Quick question, and I encourage everyone to answer, but does anyone else notice that Fitz is the only one that calls Olivia Livi on the show or is it just me? I've certainly made it that way in all of my stories, even to the point where I rarely refer to her as anything other than Olivia outside of dialogue. Just wondering if anyone else noticed that or if I'm crazy.