"Sir, you have a visitor again."

"Tell them I am busy, Daniel. The girls seem to think they are going to beat me at Monopoly."

"Yes, Sir," Daniel smirked before walking out of the house.

"It's two versus one, daddy. You're never gonna win!" Mackenzie told him pointing out all the properties that she and Rayna had bought.

"And you're low on money, Fitz," Olivia mentioned coming in from work.

"I'm the banker, I'm never low on money."

"That's cheating!" Rayna yelled sticking her tongue out at him.

"Time out girls, go get ready for dinner," Fitz told them before he left the table going to see Olivia in the kitchen. "How was work?" he asked after kissing her.

"The usual. So many clients and blah, blah, blah. Who was the visitor?"

"Not sure. And I don't care tonight. I was thinking tomorrow night we can have date night. Just you and me."

"With how many agents?"

"Two."

"Make it one and you have a deal."

"Fine, one. Can Quinn babysit?"

"I'll ask her. What plans do you have for this date night?"

"That is a surprise." Fitz grabbed her wrist pulling her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her, giving her another kiss. "Thank you for coming home."

"You've thanked me every night for the past month. I think that's enough, Fitz."

"It'll be enough when I'm a million percent sure that you are stuck with me."

Olivia raised her hand showing him her 3-carat diamond ring. "Don't you think that means we're stuck together?"

"I guess it does."

"Good. Now stop thanking me and go set the table."

Olivia went off to work the next morning as usual sending Fitz to take the girls to school and come home to do his work on the Presidential projects he had going. Since he left office there had been plenty of classes that professors at colleges asked him to speak at, his Presidential library was to be built soon, and the girls took up a lot of his time.

Quinn agreed to babysit for them and left for the afternoon on her mission for OPA with Huck and Charlie in tow.

"Hi," Olivia answered her phone seeing it was Fitz for his normal call time.

"Hi. How are things there?"

"I've got the office to myself now. Everyone is out with Quinn working on this Caldwell case."

"Oh, and which Caldwell is it this time?"

"Attorney client privilege. You're lucky you even know it's a Caldwell. How's the library coming along?"

"I can't decide if I should have three or four levels."

"Did the architect decide on that?"

"He asked my opinion and I told him I'd think about it. Three isn't bad, right?"

"Four is better. Make one level a complete study room level. This library is the only Presidential library in Vermont. It may be the only one ever in this state. Go big or go home. This is part of your legacy that you are leaving and not just for you but also for the kids. Make this library the way that you want it to be, the way you imagined it would look. This is your project. YOUR project. No one is putting any hints in your ear, any other opinions. Think of the libraries that you've been to that you love and put them in one big library. As long as you like it, that's all that counts."

"Why do I feel like you just told me to rip everything up and start from scratch?"

"Because I would love it if you did. She had plenty to do with the beginning and the middle of it. I'd prefer it if you just started over to the way you wanted it."

"Livie…"

"Don't start."

"You're acting jealous."

"I am NOT. I'm bitter. She had no right butting in to your library."

"She's my assistant. And your best friend."

"EX BEST FRIEND! And EX ASSISTANT. And I want it changed in our wills that Quinn gets the girls, should something happen to us."

"Olivia…"

"Stop, Fitz. I should have had this changed long ago."

"It's been six months. And Abby is your friend."

"Don't you dare defend her. You know what happened to us when you slept with her. She broke us. We were broken for months. And look at what she did to the girls. Don't try to defend her."

"I'm not, Liv. I'm just saying that she has been your friend for almost two decades. I think you should forgive her and be her friend again. I'm sure she misses you."

"She slept with my husband. You don't become friends again. It's like a rule or something."

"Since when do you follow rules?"

"Fitzgerald. Let me put it this way: I don't ever want to see her, hear her, or hear her name ever again. Is that clear?"

"Crystal."

"Perfect, now let me get back to work so I can come home and get ready for date night."

"Okay. Love you, sweet baby."

"Love you too, Fitz. I'll see you soon."