Hey guys, nothing to really say up here, but I wrote another oneshot- its called 'The Story of Us' and its post 509/10 and possibly 511 but I wrote it before it aired so it kinda still fits. so it be really cool if you checked it out-if you havent already- and told me what you think.

Anyway enjoy!

Fitz made up a bed for him on the sofa. He didn't even know the last time he had slept on the couch, or even if ever had. He took a seat and rested his head in his hands. He could still hear Olivia from the next room. He was trying to digest the last couple of hours of his life. Everything had changed. He was still going to be a father, and he and Olivia were still going to have a child together. But she'd lied to him, and that was not something that would be easy to forgive. But he wanted to. God did he want to.

He was glad he found out about the pregnancy now, and not in a few weeks like Olivia had planned. This way he got to decide his future and not have it forced upon him. But what did he want? He could imagine living in this house with Liv and the baby. That could just be a few months away. He could see their child taking their first steps in front of the fire place, or even across the huge yard they would have. He could see Olivia and himself cooking dinner in the kitchen together, even though they both weren't the best at cooking. He could picture putting the baby to bed, and then falling asleep with Olivia on the couch after an exhausting day of chasing after their kid.

But was Olivia right? Should they be allowed to sacrifice the future of the country for their happiness? What would life be like if Sally was at the helm of the country? Sure, one of the only things that would change in his life would be his address and his happiness. But what about the rest of the population? What about the people who had voted for him and planned to vote for him? Their lives could become considerably different and not in a good way.

But what about his child's life? That was what he really had to consider. It was all well and good doing what was best for the country, but not if it came at the expense of the kid. A baby born into the White House would be news and that child would never have a regular life, but would that really be detrimental to the child? It wasn't as if this baby would be the first to be born into the White House, in fact it wouldn't even be the first in this administration. The only difference between this kid and Teddy would be that the child's paternity would be headline news for years.

He had so many things to consider. Finding the switch he turned off the light and felt his was back to the sofa. Pulling the covers over him, Fitz closed his eyes, and tried to work through the impossible decision ahead of him.

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Olivia couldn't sleep, she had been trying for over an hour, but thoughts kept spinning around in her head. The last time she and Fitz had been in the same place at night, had been when she told Fitz about losing the baby. She really did want to relive it. She knew that night would have been hard for him, but it was also hard for her, they just had different views on the situation.

"Are you ready for this?" Abby asked after they heard the knock on the door. Olivia nodded, she wasn't ready, but she had to be. Abby left the room to let the President inside. Liv crumpled up into the blankets as she listened to the conversation down the hallway. She felt empty. She'd felt like that since she'd found his speech. Her stomached turned and she could feel her jaw start to quiver, all while her mouth tasted like it was metallic. Tears came rushing to her eyes. Usually she would blink them back, but she needed them. She had to pretend she lost the baby, which was surprisingly easier than she first thought. All she had to do was think about losing the dream they both held, because right now it felt like she had lost it.

She rose at the sound of Fitz's voice, he was cautious, not wanting to startle her. He quickly made his way around the bed and pulled her into his arms. She buried her head into his chest, not wanting to look at his face, knowing it would make it all the more difficult. She could feel little pats on her head, as he stroked her hair. More tears fell from her eyes, she hated doing this to him. He didn't even know what she was going to say but he was already comforting her, assured he was reading the situation right. He was a good man, and she knew in this moment she was breaking his heart.

"It's okay, we're going to be okay," he said, and that sent her over the edge. Olivia thought about turning back, but it was too late. There was no way she could explain the tableau she had created.

Her throat felt warm and she pulled away from his hold and finally looked at him. She could see the pain in his eyes. The words caught in her throat, knowing that what was going to come out of her mouth would be the final blow. "They couldn't find a heartbeat," she looked away, not wanting to see the pain she was creating. She used those particular words. It wasn't a complete lie that way. They couldn't find a heartbeat because she hadn't gone to anybody to look. Even though what she was saying was the truth, it didn't excuse what she was doing.

Fitz wrapped his arms around Olivia tighter than he did before, though she didn't deserve it, she felt sick, she didn't deserve this man, not right now. His hands landed on her stomach. She knew the pain she was making was just temporary but that didn't make her feel better. And it shouldn't of. What she was doing was terrible, and she knew that.

Olivia laid her hands on top of Fitz's, interlocking her fingers with his as she did, knowing he would need the comforting more than herself. It was like they were breaking up. Obviously they weren't, but that's what it felt like. She knew she was going to need to spend the next few months away from him, and knowing it wouldn't be like it had been until after the election was what she was losing. She had to keep reminding herself that she was doing the right thing, but right now, in this moment, it did not feel that way. She couldn't control herself and curled up back into him.

Suddenly the room became pitch black, aside from the street lamps outside. Fitz had turned off the bedside lamp, and then pulled the covers up over both of them. She couldn't leave his hold, and she didn't want to.

Olivia wiped the tears from her eyes, she hated herself more than she thought she would in that moment. No matter how much she thought she was doing the right thing she knew that wasn't as easy as she made it out to be. It was why she could barely see him in that first week. She wanted to blame it on the hormones, but they were probably on a small chunk of what she had been feeling.

She wanted Fitz to walk in, she was actually surprised he hadn't already. Did that really mean he was going to concede the presidency? Or maybe he didn't want to be with her anymore. She could understand that. She didn't want it, but she was no longer in the position to get what she wanted. She had hurt him, if the situation was reversed she wouldn't know how long it would take to forgive the terrible things she had done.

She had tried to be there for him. They had had three times more campaign meetings than was necessary, just so she had a reason to be able to see him often, and make sure he wasn't spiralling in the loss. Maybe she could have been there more, but she was trying to make the 'miscarriage' believable.

The night was silent, except for the sound of faint wind in the distance. The house was eerily quiet, it reminded her of her first night in the house all alone, like she wasn't meant to be there. But Fitz had the house built for her, so she concluded that she was meant to be there, but so was he.

Olivia was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a sound coming down the hall, she hoped it was Fitz. She hoped he was going to come into the room and tell him what she wanted to hear. She'd been hoping for that ever since she closed the door and got changed.

"Olivia?" Fitz whispered as he pushed the door to the bedroom open. He must have thought she was asleep, but she sat right up. She wondered if he had an answer. He walked further into the room and came to the empty side of the bed. He didn't wait for Olivia to say anything, he just pulled the covers up over him and laid down next to her.

Olivia was puzzled, and her eyebrows furrowed into one and other. Did this mean what she thought it did? "So?" She asked placing a hand on her stomach. Was he picking the White House or this house?

"You don't get to tell me where I sleep in my own house. You don't get to choose if I run for President. You don't get to choose if I give it all up for you and the baby. You don't get to make the final decision in this relationship. Not anymore," Fitz said sternly, the hour out on the couch had helped him come to this conclusion. "We are in this together. And aside from my running, we will make the decisions together. That's how parenting works," Fitz continued, and Olivia couldn't say anything to the contrary. It was what she wanted. She wanted to make the decisions together, she'd wanted that all along, but when he started making them on his own, so did she.

"Okay, but what are you going to do?" She asked, she needed to know his answer, she'd been hanging on waiting for him to say whether he was conceding or not since she'd left the living room, and even more so when he walked in just now.

"Isn't it obvious?" He said as he closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. Olivia smiled at the realisation of what he was planning, and laid back down with him. They had a lot that needed to be discussed, but they could always do that tomorrow. Right now she was tired and more than ready to get some well needed shut eye.

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