Sorry for the wait after a cliffhanger, but you know Christmas, its a busy time...plus I was writing a Post 509 one-shot called 'Back to December'...its long and if you haven't checked it out you should *Shameless plug*

On with the chapter-

"Take me to Olivia," Fitz ordered, he needed to know what that message meant and he couldn't wait around for her to call again. He didn't care if he had to wait outside her apartment for an hour until she got home, he didn't care about protocol, and he sure as hell didn't care about what anyone else thought. He needed to be there, if that message meant what he thought it did, he couldn't stay here doing nothing.

"Sir," Tom began, he didn't know how to tell the President that an unplanned outing was not possible this early in the evening.

"Now," Fitz instructed again.

"Sir, we can't, not yet," Tom tried again. Every time they left the White House, without giving prior knowledge, their careers were at risk. But leaving this early, while most people were still working was damn near a suicide mission. They'd never get away with it. And if they weren't fired, they'd be heavily demoted, and being on baby Teddy's detail was not something either of them wanted.

Fitz wasn't thinking rationally, he wasn't thinking about his Presidency, optics, or the safety of the country, all he was thinking of was his and Olivia's baby. Nothing was more important to him than that. But he had to think rationally, Olivia would want him to think rationally. "Then when?" He asked calmly.

"A few hours at least," Hal answered. Fitz let out a large sigh and walked back to the Oval shaking his head. He was scared. He was terrified of what that call meant. He walked back with his head up and strong and pretended he wasn't dying on the inside.

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Fitz thought the motorcade was taking far longer than it normally did to get to Olivia's apartment building. His eyes kept going in and out of focus as they passed each street lamp. He needed to know what was happening. He was trying to stay positive, but that was easier said than done. His mind kept thinking about all the terrible things that that phone call could have indicated. The thoughts made him sick. His stomach felt empty, his chest had tightened and each breath he took felt heavier than the last.

Everything's going to be alright. It's just a scare, it happens to everyone, he kept playing over in his head. He needed to have faith. He needed to believe that all would work out. He needed to hold on to that hope, because right now that was all he had. He'd wanted a call to tell him that it was a false alarm and all was well, but that call never came. Any call would have been better than the silence he'd received. It felt like an eternity had passed while he sat at his desk pretending to do some paperwork waiting for Hal and Tom to come in and tell him it was time to leave.

Fitz felt alone. If they lost the baby, he was scared he would lose Olivia too, that it would all get too much to handle and they wouldn't be able to deal with it. And then he would have to grieve by himself. None of this was fair. Not hiding the pregnancy because of his presidency, pretending Olivia didn't mean more to him than she did, possibly losing the baby, none of it. How could this have happened? They were meant to be in the clear. Entering the second trimester meant the risk of miscarriage was slim. Just a few days ago he was listening to their baby's heartbeat and watching it move its legs around and seeing its tiny nose. He desperately wanted this not to be the end of all that. But he had a feeling it would be.

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Fitz approached the door to the apartment and slowly knocked. He was scared of what future would lie on the other side of the door. He was holding out hope that it was the future he had been planning for the last few months, and not a new one that would send the former one up in flames. He heard footsteps approaching the door and he held his breath, he knew he would be able to read the answer on Olivia's face, and he was preparing himself for that. He heard the peep hole open up and let go of the breath he was holding. This was it, he would have the answer as soon as the door opened.

But as the door opened, he didn't see Olivia, it was her red-haired friend. Abby stepped aside to let the President in and then closed the door behind him. "Where is she?" he asked. He hadn't met this woman all that many times, but all signs pointed to this being the 'Abby' who took Liv to the doctor's.

"She's in her room," Abby said somewhat nervously. Was this because she was in the presence of the President of the United States alone or because she knew what lied at the end of the hall?

Fitz walked slowly down the darkened passageway. Olivia's room was near black. The only light to be seen was from the dimmed lamp on her bureau. Fitz stood in the doorway. Olivia was curled up in bed facing the drawn curtains. Her hand laid on her stomach and Fitz didn't know how to read the situation. "Liv?" he called out quietly, not knowing if she was asleep or not.

Liv slowly rose at the sound of his voice. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were tear stained. Fitz immediately went around the bed and came to sit next to her. Almost immediately he pulled her into his hold and she buried her head in his chest. He patted her hair as his heart broke. He needed to hear the words, he needed to know for sure, but he didn't want to push her. His face hardened and his nostrils flared as he tried blinking back the burning tears before they could fall.

Fitz could feel a small wet patch on his chest as Olivia's tears soaked through his shirt. "It's okay, we're going to be okay," he said kissing her hair as he did. But he didn't know if he would be okay. He was empty. He didn't feel anything but pain and heartache.

Olivia pulled back from Fitz, she looked up and saw the suffering in his eyes. "They couldn't find a heartbeat," Olivia said, the words catching in her throat as she did. She looked away after telling him, knowing she wouldn't be able to handle his reaction to the news. Her words broke him. It was the confirmation he so greatly needed but didn't want. Fitz wrapped his arms around Olivia tighter, he never wanted to let her go. His hands landed on her stomach. There was still the three month bump there, of course he knew it would be, but Fitz found it hard to imagine the bump still being there while the baby was not.

Olivia laid her hands on top of Fitz's, interlocking her fingers with his as she did. Fitz couldn't begin to imagine how Olivia was taking the news, but on the outside she seemed to be doing better than he was. He was meant to be comforting her, but he was so shocked by the miscarriage that he hadn't even began to comprehend it. Liv turned back into Fitz and curled up into him, he could feel her tears falling, and could hear as she choked back sobs. With his free hand, his thumb wiped at her cheeks.

Knowing that wasn't what she needed Fitz let his arm fall away, and he reached out to turn off the bedside lamp. In the dark he pulled the covers up over them and repositioned the both of them until they were lying down. Neither of them wanted to move, and neither of them would.

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