Wow your response to the last chapter was UNBELIEVABLE! I told you I wasnt that mean ahah.
Also sorry about the long time between update (esp after a cliffhanger) but I was working all week and I havent been able to say that in a VERY long time.

"You're still pregnant?" Fitz stated. It wasn't a question because the answer was blatantly obvious. But he was so shocked over the discovery no other words came out.

"You're meant to be in New York," Olivia said before standing up, and replacing the lid back on to the ice-cream container. "Why aren't you in New York?" She asked before picking the carton up, and beginning the walk over to the kitchen. Fitz watched her rounded stomach in disbelief as she hurried passed him.

"Don't dismiss me," he said, noticing how she tried to brush his question off. Who the hell cared why he wasn't in New York? How did she even know that was where he was supposed to be? And how was she up in Vermont?

"You're not meant to be here," Olivia said opening up the freezer.

"Well looking at you, it seems like this is exactly where I'm meant to be," he said trying to bring the conversation back to the fact that she was pregnant.

Olivia felt as the cool air from the freezer door shutting rushed passed her. She wasn't ready to tell him yet, she was meant to have a few more weeks until this was all a reality again. How was she meant to tell him? She had been practicing what she was going to say when she went back to D.C., but she'd never thought she would have to tell him so soon. She'd knew he was going to be angry, she knew he would have a hard time forgiving her, and she knew he would never see it from her point of view. But what she was doing, what she did, was the right thing, for everybody.

"No, you're meant to be working on getting re-elected. And that won't happen here," Olivia replied. She hated having to lie to him, she knew that lying to him was going to be hard for both of them. And she hated hurting him. But she couldn't just think about what was best for him anymore. It wasn't just about them. Their relationship was never just about them, there was always outside influences to consider. But now she had to worry about their child and although it might be hard to believe she did what was best for their baby.

"You're not going to apologise?" Fitz asked. He wondered how she could stand right in front of him and pretend she hadn't done anything wrong. Pretend that he was the one out of place for being up here. Pretend that there wasn't a huge elephant in the room that desperately needed discussing.

"I am sorry," she said, though she knew he really didn't want an apology from her, he wanted the truth. She was trying to work her way up to telling him exactly that.

"You're sorry you did it? Or you're sorry I found out?" Fitz asked.

"You were always meant to find out. Like I said, I was coming back after the election, and I was going to tell you then. I was going to tell you everything," Olivia explained, but Fitz just rolled his eyes.

"And you expect me to just believe that? To trust everything you told me. I trusted you when you said you miscarried, and look how well that turned out. You lied to me," Fitz said. Everything she had told him in months had been a lie, she played him, and he'd been a fool to believe her.

"Yeah, well-"

"The last few months have been the most painful in my life, and I've had a bullet in the brain. How could you say you had a miscarriage, when you clearly didn't?" Fitz asked gesturing to her stomach. He was angry. He definitely had a right to be angry. What right did Olivia have to lie to him about the death of their child? What right did she have to make every day of the last three months a living hell for him? He had been in agony more days than he had not, and what was it all for?

Fitz wanted to be happy about the fact that his child was still alive, but he felt betrayed by one of the only people he truly trusted and loved. And the feelings of hurt and betrayal outweighed the joyousness he felt.

Olivia went silent, and her hand found its way to her stomach. She stayed still and slowly breathed, as if she was shutting down. They were in the middle of a conversation, how could she just stop talking, and pretend what he was saying wasn't relevant? It was so like Olivia to cut him off or dismiss what he was trying to say.

"Olivia?" Fitz almost snapped. He just wanted answers, and thought he deserved as much. "What are you doing?"

"The baby's kicking," Olivia replied softly. She'd only been feeling kicks for the last few weeks but they had already started to fall into a pattern, and right now didn't fit into what she was used to. It was as if the baby had woken up knowing Fitz was there and was demanding attention, or simply wanted to be a mediator before anything became too tense.

"Oh," Fitz said with a little bit of pride he didn't know if he was allowed to have. "Can I?" He asked, holding his hand out, just hoping Olivia would let him touch her. Olivia nodded, and Fitz stepped forward until he was in an arm's reach of her.

He tentatively put his fingers to where Olivia's hand was placed, before fully cupping her belly with his hand. He could feel the little flutter of the kicks against his palm, and his heart skipped a beat. For far too long he thought this child was gone forever, and now he was feeling the liveliness at his fingertips.

"How could you do it?" Fitz said looking up to meet Olivia's gaze. He needed to know, he needed to know how she could hide this from him, how she could deprive him of all of this. "How could you lie to me?"

Olivia didn't answer straight away. She was thinking about how to tell him. She was meant to have two more weeks. She took a deep breath before finally answering. "I found your speech, Fitz."

Hopefully I'll update sooner than last time and you'll find out more answers.

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